Chapter 450: Even After You’re Dead, They Still Won’t Let You Go!

At the border between the Ten Thousand Arts world and the demon-race world.

On top of the Ten-Thousand-Li Great Wall, a petite “girl” stood gazing down at everything below the wall.

Beneath the wall, countless cultivators of the Ten Thousand Arts world and demon cultivators of the demon-race world were locked in battle.

Gradually, the girl’s gaze settled on a single man.

The man held a longsword in his hand. The fierce sword qi radiating from his blade fell into every corner of the battlefield.

Wherever his sword qi reached, demons were slaughtered. Either their bodies were destroyed and turned into blood mist, or both body and soul were obliterated, leaving them no chance even for reincarnation.

“City Lord, who is that person?”

A maid named Fu’er stood beside the girl, staring at the man below the wall with great curiosity.

The last time Fu’er had seen such a formidable sword cultivator was when the sect master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had fought below the wall, tempering her sword in battle in an attempt to testify to the Way and ascend.

In the end, that Sect Master Jiang killed a demon cultivator at the perfected completion of the Immortal Realm who had likewise been trying to testify to the Way and ascend.

After Sect Master Jiang stepped into the Ascension Realm, the battle merit she accumulated was already enough to have words carved onto the wall.

Before leaving the Ten-Thousand-Li Great Wall, that cool and dashing woman sword immortal carved the character “Qing” right beside the two characters “Xiao Mo.”

“Oh, him?” He Yeye took a bite of candied hawthorn and casually spat the hawthorn seed onto the wall. “He’s a rather formidable sword cultivator.”

“A formidable sword cultivator...”

Hearing the City Lord’s evaluation, Fu’er’s eyes widened even more.

In Fu’er’s view, if someone could be described by the City Lord as a “formidable sword cultivator,” then that sword cultivator had to be truly incredible.

After all, when the City Lord had evaluated Sect Master Jiang before, she had also used the words “rather formidable.”

“City Lord, is he as formidable as Sect Master Jiang?” Fu’er asked again.

Another girl named Du’er covered her mouth with her fingers and gave a soft laugh, explaining things to Fu’er on her City Lord’s behalf.

“Little Sister Fu, the Way of the Sword is divided into three parts: sword techniques, sword qi, and sword intent.”

“In this world, there happen to be three sword cultivators who have each pushed one of those three parts to the absolute limit.”

“The sword intent of Sect Master Jiang from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is beyond the reach of anyone else in the world.”

“But below Ten-Thousand-Li City, I’m afraid not a single sword cultivator in the world can surpass this gentleman when it comes to sword qi.”

“Gentleman?” Only then did Fu’er notice that the cultivator slaughtering demons as easily as chopping vegetables was wearing a blue scholar’s robe. “He’s not only a sword cultivator, he’s also a scholar?”

“Mhm.” He Yeye nodded. “Four thousand years ago, he really was a scholar. His learning was quite good.”

Fu’er felt even more admiration rise in her heart.

A scholar whom the City Lord herself described as having “quite good learning,” yet whose attainment in the Way of the Sword was also so powerful.

That was truly amazing.

“But City Lord, why did he kill his way here from the direction of the demon-race world?” Fu’er asked again.

He had only appeared halfway through the great battle, emerging from the rear of the demon-race world.

At first, she had thought he was some great demon.

“That’s a long story.” He Yeye let out a few cold laughs. “Sometimes humans are even more frightening than demons. When humans refuse to let someone keep living, then that person can only go to the demon-race world and live as a person there.”

Fu’er could not understand what the City Lord meant.

She turned to look at Sister Du’er beside her.

Du’er only smiled and shook her head without answering.

Only then did Fu’er realize this matter likely involved some hidden secret, so she stopped asking questions.

By evening, the sounds of killing gradually faded, and the setting sun dyed the battlefield red.

The demon army withdrew, and the cultivators of the Ten-Thousand-Li Great Wall also returned to the wall one after another.

Luo Yang flew up onto the wall and stood before He Yeye. His wife, Wang Yue, followed behind him.

“Greetings, City Lord.” Luo Yang cupped his hands and bowed.

“Greetings, City Lord.” Wang Yue also placed her hands before herself and gave a salute.

“There’s no need for formalities,” He Yeye said.

She sat on a giant’s shoulder with one leg crossed over the other, scratching her pale little foot with both hands.

“So, Mister Luo, why have you returned from the demon-race world?”

Luo Yang smiled. “I heard my junior brother got married. As his senior brother, I already felt somewhat bad for failing to make it in time for his wedding ceremony. If I still don’t bring him some gifts now, then I really would have been a senior brother for nothing.”

“Heh heh heh.” He Yeye gave a few cold laughs, lowered her foot, and crossed her arms. “That junior brother of yours is living quite happily these days.”

Luo Yang naturally heard the schadenfreude in He Yeye’s tone. Somewhat {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} helpless, he shook his head and said nothing.

“But...” He Yeye looked toward the two carved characters “Xiao Mo” on the stone stele of the wall, and a trace of recollection flashed through her eyes. “He did so much for this world before. If in this life he gets to live a little more happily, that doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.”

As her words fell, He Yeye took a jade token from her storage pouch and tossed it to Luo Yang.

“What is this?” Luo Yang asked.

“His residence in Ten-Thousand-Li City.” He Yeye tossed aside the bamboo skewer from her candied hawthorn. “His residence has remained there all these years. I even added some furniture for him and had it repaired from time to time. If the day comes when he remembers, he can return there and live in it whenever he wants.”

“Then I thank the City Lord on my junior brother’s behalf.” Luo Yang put the jade token away close to his body.

“What is there to thank me for?” He Yeye yawned, the little hand that had just been scratching her foot patting her small mouth. “Enough, enough. I won’t see Mister Luo off. Mister Luo can leave on his own.”

“Farewell.”

Luo Yang cupped his hands once more in salute, then took his wife down from the wall and flew into the Ten Thousand Arts world.

He Yeye continued to sit atop the wall.

Below, the cultivators were cleaning the battlefield, counting the demons they had slain, tending to the wounded, or carrying back the bodies of their friends and relatives.

Just as the last trace of the setting sun disappeared and night was about to fall, He Yeye’s brows knitted slightly.

At the same time, many people raised their heads and, together with He Yeye, looked toward the direction of the demon-race world.

Above the horizon of that border city, the layered clouds split apart, and a gigantic fox head broke through the clouds and looked toward the Ten Thousand Arts world.

Nine fox tails, each a hundred zhang long, swayed gently in the air.

The pressure of an ancient divine beast covered the entire battlefield.

Many of the cultivators below felt as if they were facing a great enemy. Fear filled their hearts.

Under the gaze of that fox head, the overwhelming majority did not even dare harbor thoughts of resistance. They did not even dare move.

“City Lord...” Fu’er looked at He Yeye nervously.

“What are you nervous about?” He Yeye rolled her eyes at Fu’er. “It’s only a projection of a dharma form.”

As she spoke, He Yeye clicked her tongue in irritation and muttered to herself with obvious helplessness in her tone.

“That Xiao Mo really is something else. You’re just a scholar. Why did you provoke the fox clan?”

“Even after you’re dead, they still won’t let you go.”

“Serves you right!”