Chapter 213: with translation of chapter title

Qingfeng Market is different from before; Yan Buji has been here before and also knows some of the situation of Qingfeng Market.

Many merchants are no longer the original people; this is one reason.

Second, Bai Sanhu's deliberate defeat doesn't seem to be simply causing trouble for them at Qingfeng Temple; rather, he wants to drive them away to avoid dragging Qingfeng Temple into this.

Then what exactly do they want to do?

They are secretly replacing the people doing business in the market, and also driving away cultivators of other forces....

Interesting.

Yan Buji really can't guess what their reason for doing this is.

Returning near the market, Yan Buji saw a large group of Lianqi Phase cultivators guarding the surroundings of the market, warily watching something.

Yan Buji raised his eyebrows, just about to conceal his breath and go investigate, when suddenly the bright moon hung high, the pitch-black night instantly bathed in pure moonlight, its brilliance as fierce as daytime!

"Such strong demonic aura!"

Yan Buji's expression changed; through the moonlight he saw a snow-white long-eared rabbit flying in midair, standing on a golden-light war chariot, and even the beasts pulling it were four peak little demons—snakes, insects, rats, and ants!

Such a strange scene instantly left Yan Buji somewhat dazed.

To be honest, this is the first time he's seen it; the long-eared rabbit's fluffy hand grabbed the reins, and the four little demons immediately landed before the market.

Bai Sanhu walked over trembling, knelt before the chariot, and respectfully said, "Bai Sanhu pays respects to Your Highness Tu Chi!"

Yan Buji narrowed his eyes, hiding to the side, not daring to move.

However, using his pupil technique to see far, he could read Bai Sanhu's lips to know what he was saying.

The Tu Chi on the chariot coldly asked, "Where is the blood food this lord wants?"

"They're all in here, Your Highness, please." Bai Sanhu said obsequiously.

"Hmph!"

Yan Buji couldn't hear what the rabbit demon called Tu Chi was saying, but seeing Bai Sanhu's respectful attitude and addressing it as "Your Highness," it should be a notable figure among the demon forces.

Can't afford to provoke.

Run.

Not to mention those few peak little demons, the Tu Chi seems to be a great demon as well; with his current abilities he can't guarantee escaping alive.

After slipping away, Bai Sanhu then led this group of demons into the market.

As pieces of blood food appeared before Tu Chi, it also showed an excited expression, the red in its eyes becoming even more intense.

Crack—crack!

Bai Sanhu stood aside, face pale; anyone seeing their own kind being eaten would tremble with fear.

But he also knew he couldn't resist them.

"'Tsk, too dry and bland.' Tu Chi said after eating, somewhat dissatisfied."

The little demons under him were also sharing the blood food, and they ate it with relish.

Bai Sanhu quickly said, "Your Highness, this market is something we painstakingly occupied. Moreover, we must avoid the cultivators of sect forces so as not to bring trouble to Your Highness, so this blood food... is indeed of mixed quality, my fault."

Tu Chi chuckled: "Hmph, then I should still praise you for your thought?"

"I wouldn't dare!" Bai Sanhu lowered his head, drenched in sweat from fear.

The fox demon beside him pouted, saying, "Your Highness, if you ask me, we should eat those cultivators from the sects; a few days ago I met a group of Qingfeng Temple Daoists, and they smell delicious."

The fox demon wiped the blood from the corner of its mouth, finishing the last piece of meat in its hand.

Tu Chi turned its eyes, shook its head: "Not now, the time hasn't come."

"'Your Highness~ I was still being bullied by them back then.....'"

Tu Chi looked at the fox demon, pinched its cheek, and said, "Little glutton, if I get the chance I'll personally seize them to avenge you!"

"'That's great, thank you, Your Highness.' The fox demon leaned against Tu Chi."

This scene made Bai Sanhu dare not look, and he also felt very strange inside.

Don't foxes eat rabbits?

How can it be reversed, begging them instead? The cultivation world is truly vast—nothing is impossible.

Bai Sanhu didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.

Although he didn't know the origin of this demon group, he knew their methods were indeed ruthless: they secretly used arcane arts to control cultivators to work for them, and have hidden many backup plans nearby—just unknown what they intend to do.

Bai Sanhu recalled that it had been like this before; as a free-roaming loose cultivator, he was forced to join some White Tiger Society and had to work for the demons, feeling utterly stifled inside.

Having boarded the pirate ship, Bai Sanhu can't escape; either he walks the dark road to the end, maybe he can still survive.

Once exposed, death is certain.

So he let those Qingfeng Temple cultivators go, fearing it would affect the demons' plan.

Sigh.

Bai Sanhu's expression was complex; he didn't know what to do next.

Yan Buji, back at the original spot, immediately shouted for everyone to get up and continue the journey.

Originally a several-day journey, but under Yan Buji's urgent demand they made it back to the sect in just one day and night.

Back at the sect, those disciples were already exhausted, but Yan Buji didn't explain much to them, going straight to find his master Ming Zhong.

Dao Cang Ge.

Yan Buji entered, seeing Ming Zhong studying the Dao scriptures, and bowed with clasped hands:

"Master, disciple has returned."

"Hmm, what happened?" Ming Zhong asked.

Although they hadn't interacted much, he also knew his disciple's temperament.

If nothing had happened, he wouldn't come to find me.

Yan Buji furrowed his brows, whispering, "Can we speak here?"

Ming Zhong glanced at Yan Buji, nodded, and said, "Come with me to the second floor."

"Yes."

Inside a room on the second floor, Ming Zhong raised his hand and several talismans flew from his sleeve, affixing to the doors and windows; his magical energy surged, forming chains, and a light barrier instantly sprang up, sealing the entire room.

"Speak."

"Yes. Master, this time going down the mountain...."

Yan Buji recounted their ordeal, especially the discovery of the demon race.

Ming Zhong, eyes wide after listening, said, "Demon race? Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Ming Zhong stroked his long beard and paced back and forth in the room.

After a moment, he seemed to think of something, turned back and said, "You should not get involved in this matter; from now on stay at the mountain gate and do not go out."

"Huh?"

"This matter.... is of great importance; knowing it with your current strength is useless. Strive to break through the Foundation Establishment Stage soon, then you'll have the qualification to deal with this.... Also, here is this Accumulation Diagram; take it and study it carefully. Quickly.... determine your own Personal Accumulation Device."

Ming Zhong's speech was halting, as if the emergence of the demon race was more serious than Yan Buji had imagined.

Yan Buji took the Accumulation Diagram, nodded, and said, "Yes, Master."

"As for various Spiritual Materials, I still have some surplus here, so I'll give them to you as well." While speaking, Ming Zhong produced another Storage Accumulation Device and handed it to Yan Buji.

Yan Buji, not fully understanding, hesitated, "Master.... is the matter that serious?"

Ming Zhong shook his head helplessly, "It's just the cycle of cause and effect."