Chapter 87: On the Yishan City

Li Chijing stood on the high, grayish-white city wall, looking at the surging herd of beasts below without saying a word.

Time had left no trace on his face. He was still a youth, but his demeanor had matured a lot.

Having fought in the Southern Frontier for five years, Li Chijing's sword technique had become increasingly proficient. He had mastered several sword techniques of the sect and had made a name for himself. Everyone knew that Qingsui Peak had produced a little sword immortal whose sword technique was very powerful.

Wiping the blood off the long sword in his hand, Li Chijing let out a long breath toward the rising sun, spitting out a strand of pure white spiritual energy from his lips and teeth.

"This Yishan City is truly secure."

The Qingchi Sect disciple behind him opened his mouth with a smile, the magic tool bead in his hand floating up and down. It was Deng Qiuzhi.

Li Chijing nodded, took the spiritual medicine in his hand, and constantly adjusted the magic power in his body, seeking to recover his state as quickly as possible so that he could be more relaxed in the next shift.

"Alas, it's truly a coincidence. It just so happens that every time we are on shift on this Yishan City, the beast tide comes, and it's more surging every time!"

Deng Qiuzhi said with a sneer, chanting in a mocking tone, which made everyone around him couldn't help but look at him.

Watching Li Chijing remain unmoved, practicing on his own, Deng Qiuzhi sat on the ground and muttered:

"But if they want to eat you and me, they will all have to be buried with you."

"This person is going crazy again..."

"Don't all the Deng family members act like this?"

Everyone around whispered, looking at Deng Qiuzhi with strange eyes. Li Chijing frowned when he saw this and said in a deep voice:

"Stop talking, quickly recover your magic power, lest I have to save you again!"

Deng Qiuzhi was stunned, shook his head with a laugh, but heard a cheer from below.

"It's retreated, it's retreated! The beast tide has finally retreated!"

It turned out that this wave of beast tide had finally retreated, and everyone had gained a chance to breathe. They cheered and went down the city tower. Li Chijing also had a smile on his face, thinking about writing a letter home while walking down the ladder on the city.

Deng Qiuzhi followed him shamelessly, smiling under the brilliant morning sun:

"Don't you think something is wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

Li Chijing raised his eyebrows, put away the pale cyan sword in his hand, looked at him playfully, and teased:

"Why are you talking nonsense recently? Could it be that the cultivation method is getting deeper and you've gone into demonic deviation?"

The two had fought side by side in the Southern Frontier for five years. Between life and death, Deng Qiuzhi and Li Chijing had long forgotten the previous incident and could be considered close friends.

"Every time you and I are exhausted, the beast tide will retreat obediently. How can there be such a thoughtful thing?"

Deng Qiuzhi said with a smile, but his eyes were full of deep meaning.

"Who can hold back in a life-and-death situation? Not just you and me, which sect's disciples on the city are not exhausted?"

Li Chijing refuted, greeting someone beside him with a smile.

"Think about it."

Deng Qiuzhi patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice:

"If you were this Southern Frontier demon king, would you drive thousands of wild beasts and monsters to their deaths for nothing? Wouldn't it be better to eat them yourself to improve your cultivation? Can these monsters push down Yishan City? Sending them to the three sects and seven gates for nothing, aren't they fools?"

"Furthermore, if the demon king wanted to kill these sect disciples, he would just push the beast tide to exhaust us to death. Coming one wave after another like a fool, and resting from time to time, no matter how you look at it, it's like sending food to us..."

Li Chijing smiled, greeted someone beside him again, and forcibly interrupted Deng Qiuzhi, making his eyes widen. He leaned into Li Chijing's ear and said in a low voice:

"Do you know when Yishan City was broken last time!"

Li Chijing smiled and responded in a low voice:

"Twenty-five years ago, many people died in the three sects and seven gates, including the Embryonic Breath cultivator Yu Xie, who practiced the 'Clear Smoke Reflecting Moon Art' and had swallowed Taiyin Moonlight."

Deng Qiuzhi was stunned, shocked, and answered stammeringly:

"You... know..."

"Of course I know."

Li Chijing nodded with a smile, and the two went up the mountain without a word, entering Li Chijing's cave dwelling.

Li Chijing watched Deng Qiuzhi follow him in, pinched a magic formula, isolated the inside and outside, and then looked at Deng Qiuzhi silently.

"I've been in this ghost place for five years. I've read all the magic slips and secret notes in the city. Combined with the events in Xunlin Plain, I can see that something is wrong."

"I just don't know when they will take action, and how long they will keep me... It's just you, why?"

Deng Qiuzhi clenched his fists and gritted his teeth:

"The Qingchi Sect long ago cut off the inheritance of Taiyin Moonlight. My Deng family has a special constitution, so they forced my family to practice that secret method generation after generation, refining it into a supplement to be used as a commodity to exchange for spiritual objects with the Southern Frontier demon kings."

"In the early years, the secret method was incomplete, and my Deng family members would go crazy one after another. After hundreds of years of improvement, it actually no longer affects the mind, but we still have to pretend to be crazy..."

Li Chijing remained silent, took off his feather coat, and sat at the stone table to make tea.

Deng Qiuzhi sighed deeply, paused, and said:

"I have looked at the various spirit herbs and elixirs given by the sect; they are all concoctions with profound medicinal properties. This is... refining human pills."

"Human pills?"

Li Chijing filled the teacups for both of them and said with a smile:

"I just don't know which demon king in the Southern Frontier is going to break through. What a big deal."

Seeing Li Chijing's smile, Deng Qiuzhi relaxed a lot and said angrily:

"You can still laugh."

"What other way is there?"

Li Chijing shook his head and said:

"The Qingchi Sect is powerful. You and I have no way to retreat. If I die in this Southern Frontier for no reason, on the surface, it's a sacrifice for the sect, at least there can be some compensation for my family. Can I find a reason to escape and cause the extermination of my entire clan?"

Deng Qiuzhi drank tea, lowered his head somewhat indignantly, and shouted:

"Even so... you and I have lived a life in vain. Are we born to enter the mouths of demon beasts!"

The smile on Li Chijing's face also faded, and he said with a lonely expression:

"Cultivators have long lives. There are few things where today's hatred is reported tomorrow. Each generation has its own mission."

Li Chijing stood up slowly, looking at the sharp blade in his hand and said:

"Your mission and mine is to feed the Qingchi Sect so that the family can have a chance to breathe. If not, what else can we do? Can we break through to the Zifu stage on flat ground like in a storybook and force the Qingchi Sect to retract its order?"

"Take it one step at a time."

Deng Qiuzhi sat cross-legged and said decadently:

"No matter what, I dare not escape. If you and I escape from this Yishan City, our relatives at home will be finished." ===== CHAPTER 88 =====