Chapter 369: The Immortal Spirit was snatched away by Ji You

"General, a more powerful aura is approaching!"

In the deathly silent valley, a Demon General suddenly looked toward Asakura, who was walking straight through the valley while holding a spear.

However, Asakura did not react, continuing to stare stiffly ahead.

He had just been to the rear right of General Dan Ba, thrusting his spear to strike, only to realize something was wrong after General Dan Ba was hit; he had forcibly withdrawn his spear's force, dodging the killing blow.

When the power infused into the spear was recoiled, it nearly shattered his own arm, but the pain in his arm bone was bearable; what he could not suppress was the lingering fear in his heart.

Because he knew very well that if he had been the one in front, he would certainly have died without a doubt in that previous strike.

"General!"

Following another low roar, Asakura finally regained his senses.

Almost in an instant, he felt the aura approaching from outside the forest, so he immediately narrowed his eyes and waved his hand backward.

"Retreat!"

"Yes!"

In an instant, the dozen or so Demon Generals of the Demon race retreated rapidly along the black ridgeline, whistling toward Yunzhou in the northeast.

As they left this dense forest, these Demon Generals did not exchange a single word, yet they all turned their heads in unison to look at the figure holding the sword, the disbelief in their eyes unable to fade.

At the same time, the Barbarian race also felt that powerful aura.

They forcibly tore themselves away from the shock of General General Dan Ba's defeat, immediately helped up the broken-bodied General King, and vanished abruptly into the mountain forest in the opposite direction.

The valley suddenly fell silent, leaving only the disheveled human race standing in the night.

At this moment, the Immortal Spirit tucked into Ji You's bosom glowed faintly through his tattered immortal robes, the vast immortal charm constantly diffusing.

But whether it was the aristocratic camp affiliated with the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan or the aristocratic camp affiliated with the Chen Clan, no one moved to fight for it at this moment.

"Ji You..."

In the silence, He Ye tightened his cuffs slightly and suddenly spoke.

They were of the same mind as the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan, and Ji You was a disciple of the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan; in the heart of this Clan Head He, they should be able to talk.

Who knew that as soon as the words fell, Ji You, with cold and piercing eyes, glanced at him, then stepped off the ground, shattering the mountain rocks with a boom, and flew toward the north.

He understood the nature of the aristocratic families who bullied the weak and feared the strong, knowing that whoever had the bigger fist at this moment had the final say; he could naturally come and go as he pleased.

But as the subsequent people arrived, it would not be so easy for him to leave.

Watching Ji You suddenly soar into the air, leaving behind a scorching aura whistling between heaven and earth, everyone wore a complex expression.

At the same time, a majestic surge of spiritual energy whistled down from its western side.

Zuo Qiuyang, leading the sect elders, was coming through the forest, the spiritual energy under his feet constantly whistling and surging.

"Where is it?"

"Reporting to Elder Ge, it is in the west valley."

"Are you sure the Barbarian and Demon races joined forces to snatch it?"

"Whether they joined forces is unclear, but the He family, Zuoqiu family, You family, and a group of other aristocratic families were indeed surrounded; when we left, they had all been injured."

Management Tian Shuyuan disciple Wei Han spoke hurriedly, his tone urgent.

He was one of the other group who had been watching the battle in the mountain forest, then left a batch of people to keep an eye on the scene, and then quickly retreated to the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan to report.

When he left, he had already seen the aristocratic families surrounded, and he had also seen the terrifyingly powerful General King and Heavenly Demon; his heart was already drumming, thinking that the mountain forest was likely already littered with corpses, a sight too miserable to look at.

Elder Peng interjected at this time: "Can it be confirmed that that thing truly flowed out from the Sages' Holy Land?"

"It must have flowed out from the Sages' Holy Land."

"Oh no..."

The elders of the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan looked at each other, anxiety revealing itself in their eyes.

Just as He Ye said, the Sages' Holy Land had a very deep relationship with the human race, and the things flowing out from it must be extraordinary; if they fell into the hands of the Demon and Barbarian races, they would inevitably become the root of disaster.

However, what surprised them was that as they arrived at the periphery of the dense forest valley, they found that countless wounded were being helped out, and the battle seemed to have subsided.

This scene falling into their eyes could not help but make their hearts hang even higher.

The Barbarian General King, the Demon Heavenly Demon—they knew that no matter which one it was, the Central Plains aristocratic families would find it extremely difficult to deal with, not to mention the countless Soldier Kings and Profound Demons with strength comparable to those clan heads.

"Junior Brother Qin!"

"Senior Brother Wei."

The Management Tian Shuyuan disciples left behind in the mountain forest were also retreating, and at that moment, a disciple surnamed Qin heard the call and immediately looked up to respond.

When he saw that Wei Han was followed by big figures from the academy, this disciple surnamed Qin immediately bowed in salute, and those behind him also bowed down.

Elder Ge immediately spoke upon seeing them: "Where are the Barbarian and Demon races?!"

"They left."

"Was that object that exploded with a flash of heavenly light taken away by them?"

The disciple surnamed Qin shook his head instantly upon hearing this: "Reporting to the Elder, they did not succeed."

Hearing this, the elders of the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan all revealed a look of uncertainty: "Could the Central Plains aristocratic families actually withstand the ambush of the Heavenly Demon and the General King?"

"It was Ji You."

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"After the Demon and Barbarian races appeared, the Immortal Spirit was indeed almost snatched away, but not long after, Ji You also arrived; he defeated the Barbarian General King, snatched the Immortal Spirit, and then left."

The disciple surnamed Qin blurted out everything he had seen and heard, including Ji You punching a Barbarian Soldier King until he coughed up blood, forcing the General King to Barbarian-ize with fifteen sword strikes, and then shattering half of the General King's body in a one-on-two situation.

The situation was too chaotic at the time, and they found it difficult to confirm whether that General King was dead or alive, but judging from the injuries alone, even if he wasn't dead, he was likely no better off.

Hearing this, the elders of the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan breathed a sigh of relief instantly, but at the same time, they were silent because of the battle process described, especially Elder Ge.

Back during the trip to the Snow Region, he was the leader of the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan, so he naturally knew that Ji You at that time had almost died when facing a single Soldier King; yet in just over three years, he could already suppress a General King alone, which was truly dizzying.

Zuo Qiuyang looked at the suddenly relaxed expressions of the elders, his eyes becoming deep.

The object flowing out from the Sages' Holy Land was extremely important, and falling into the hands of the Barbarian and Demon races would inevitably become a disaster, but even if it fell into the hands of other aristocratic families or Immortal Sects, it might not be reassuring.

But only hearing that the thing was taken away by Ji You could make everyone reveal a trace of relief.

Not bad; all these years, there had always been people criticizing his humble origins, but no one had ever said his character was bad.

Zuo Qiuyang regained his senses, then flicked his sleeves and soared into the air, heading toward the depths of the valley in the northwest.

Seeing this scene, those elders immediately followed with their Qi, disappearing into the flickering night.

Whoosh—

Amidst the fluttering sleeves, the group from the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan landed in the valley.

Because of the successive great battles, the valley here was already shattered beyond recognition, with deep pits everywhere amidst the dense cracks, and the air was still permeated with the burnt smell caused by raging fire and thunder.

Among them was an incomparably deep sword mark; according to the disciple surnamed Qin, it should be the strike where Ji You defeated the Barbarian General King.

In that gully, the surging killing intent still remained, never having dissipated for a long time, making one's heart tremble wildly.

However, their attention was soon diverted.

Because as they went deeper into the valley, the huge crack spanning the sky came into view, looking like a shattered bronze mirror from afar.

"It really cracked; how could this happen?"

"Even a full-force blow from the Approaching Immortal Realm might not be able to pierce the void; what kind of terrifying power must have caused so many cracks? What exactly happened in the Sages' Holy Land?"

The elders who followed also landed one after another, feeling extremely terrified upon seeing this scene.

Because the shattering of the void was something they had never seen before, and it also transcended their cognition.

More importantly, these cracks showed no signs of healing, and the nothingness and darkness revealed were like wounds that could not heal, naked and deep.

During this time, Zuo Qiuyang, the Master of the Hall of Self-Existence, had been silent, staring intently at the dense cracks, a possibility gradually forming in his mind.

"Let the Management disciples stay here to guard and take good care of this mountain forest."

"What if other Immortal Sects come here?" Elder Ge couldn't help but ask.

Hall Master Zuo thought for a moment and said: "If they want to know what happened, let them look, but no one else is allowed to enter."

"I will go and arrange it right away."

At dawn, the east gradually turned white, but the morning mist was somewhat heavy, slowing down the speed at which the morning light spilled down.

In the Demon Emperor's palace in Yunzhou, Ye Han was sitting with his sister Fengyang and the young clan heads of various tribes, discussing the matter of going to the Barbarian race for an audience.

After the time it took to drink a pot of tea, they had selected most of the personnel for the audience, and the gift list was also mostly formed, finally settling into a document.

But although this matter was handled quickly and decisively, the brow of the Demon Prince Ye Han was still slightly furrowed, as if he had something on his mind.

However, neither Fengyang nor the young clan heads were puzzled by this, because they knew the Prince was waiting for those Demon Generals who had gone to the Central Plains yesterday.

Lindou put down the teacup in his hand, adjusted his clothes, and looked at Fengyang: "Does Her Royal Highness the Princess like to watch plays?"

"Watch plays?" Fengyang raised her eyes.

"There are many theater troupes in Yunzhou City, and I am very interested in this; I found some people in the tribe to rehearse one a few days ago. I heard that the Princess has always liked the culture of the Nine Provinces and has entrusted people to collect paintings and storybooks everywhere, so I specially invite the Princess to go and watch."

After Lindou finished speaking, he looked at the beautiful Demon Princess with anticipation, a trace of expectation revealing itself in his eyes.

It was just that before he could hear Fengyang's answer, the young clan head of the Feather tribe, Yu Ling, couldn't help but speak: "Plays are nothing but the vulgarity of the human race, all of which cannot be performed on the stage. I don't think Her Royal Highness the Princess will necessarily be interested."

"You know again?" Lindou's expression couldn't help but turn gloomy.

Yu Ling didn't pay attention, but turned to look at Fengyang: "I did find some medical books of the human race in the city, and also collected some tools used by the human race during medical consultations, stored in a medical clinic. Her Royal Highness the Princess can go and take a look."

Hearing these tit-for-tat remarks, the young clan heads of the surrounding Tooth, Claw, and Fur tribes couldn't help but frown slightly.

However, they frowned not because of the disharmony revealed in the two's tone, but because they felt that the two had too many schemes, and at the same time, they blamed themselves for not being able to prepare gifts for the Princess like them.

Fengyang inherited the beauty of the Demon Queen and also inherited the talent of the Demon Emperor; some time ago, she had just stepped into the threshold of the Heavenly Demon Realm, and at the same time, she was gentle and virtuous, naturally being secretly admired by many people.

Especially the young clan heads of the five tribes, who were the most prominent among this group of admirers.

Because it was a tradition for the Demon race to marry into the five tribes, in order to maintain the unity within the Demon race and make the ministers and the royal family as close as one family, so these young lords were the most likely to become the Princess's consort.

It was just that what surprised everyone was that for these two invitations, the Princess did not agree to any of them.

"Thank you both for your trouble for Fengyang, but our Demon race has just migrated to Yunzhou, and there are many affairs in the city, so let's talk about entertainment later."