Chapter 6: with translation of chapter title

Still Cloud Sea City, after several days of emergency searches, the city's atmosphere gradually eased. Especially with large numbers of Demonic Cult members being slain, Cloud Sea City's atmosphere not only did not fall but rose, showing how much the city's cultivators hate the Demonic Cult.

Three days later, Young Master Wei Yi personally led the Kunyu Battalion out with great fanfare, leaving only one war camp dedicated to Cloud Sea City's safety.

"Young Master, this isn't right? There are surely still Demonic Cult members in the city who haven't been uncovered, and even people colluding with the Demonic Cult. It would be better to leave a few more war camps hidden in the dark as a precaution," someone suggested.

Wei Yi said indifferently, "How could that work? With precautions, they wouldn't dare cause trouble again. If they don't cause trouble, how would I have an excuse to deal with them?"

This is the Demonic Cult's only opportunity. In a few days, the Four Directions Allied Army will be able to justifiably wipe out the Demonic Cult cleanly. If they don't seize the chance to act now, they'll never make a big wave later; if they dare to act, hehe! Then they will return to this sky together with the Demonic Cult!

"Deploy!" Wei Yi gave the order, and the Kunyu Battalion responded like an arm to a finger; thirty thousand cultivators simultaneously activated their techniques, instantly sketching an enormous Kunyu phantom that enveloped them.

Wei Yi's eyes glowed faintly; the Golden Peng Technique resonated with the Kunyu phantom, and the Kunyu seemed to come alive, looking around the sky, then leaping like a fish and charging into the Cloud Sea.

At the City Lord's Manor, Qing Ye was hunched over documents left neglected by the Young City Lord, while Hong Ye kept searching shelves, under the bed, and flower pots for those hidden matters big and small.

"I'm telling you, you really dote on him." Hong Ye said impatiently. She had been searching continuously for nearly an hour, yet she could still pull out two documents from under the quilt; if I remember correctly, I just went through them myself a moment ago!

Qing Ye was busy handling the documents, ignoring Hong Ye's complaints.

"Sigh! With this Young City Lord, Cloud Sea City is probably doomed. Should I quit and go south? I hear girls like me are popular there." Hong Ye helplessly felt for a wooden slip in the bonsai.

"The Young Master just doesn't like handling these trivial matters; besides, the things he's hidden are all insignificant and won't affect Cloud Sea City," Qing Ye said.

"Yo yo yo! You're already protecting him before marriage—should I start calling you Madam?" Hong Ye teased, raising the wooden slip in her hand.

"This isn't a small matter; a secret report says someone in the southern city is colluding with the Demonic Cult, but it doesn't say who." Hong Ye pondered, then suddenly laughed, "All right, our Young City Lord still uses his brain—let's just wait and see the show!"

"If you're free, come help me." Qing Ye pushed a batch of documents over.

Hong Ye jumped down from the table, leaving the words, "I still need to watch the southern city, lest your family's industries be destroyed too badly," and then she vanished.

In the southern part of Cloud Sea City, most residents are wealthy households running small businesses; usually this area is a mix of dragons and snakes, but now that the city is under martial law, only patrolling cultivators and guards are seen at the doorsteps.

Song Ying was one of them; his cultivation talent was not high, and after painstakingly saving up to reach the Golden Core stage, he made no further progress. Fortunately, he wasn't greedy, content to serve as an offering in a small shop, usually eating and drinking, occasionally stepping out to settle disputes.

He didn't even need to fight others with spells; he just needed to restrain troublemakers, and the cultivators responsible for Cloud Sea City's security would handle it.

After martial law was imposed, his duties became even simpler: just watch the doorway, and besides, these days no one dares to cause trouble.

Song Ying then brought a few subordinates to chat at the doorway, listening to them gossip about various matters; this was also one of his few remaining pleasures.

"Boss, those guys look a bit off," a subordinate said, pointing at several sneaky individuals.

Song Ying originally didn't want to meddle, intending to pretend he hadn't seen them, but they ended up coming to him instead.

"Halt, you." Song Ying hadn't finished speaking when a mass of black cloud came flying over from the opposite side.

Song Ying instinctively released spiritual power to block it; the black cloud was like thin fog meeting sunlight and vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Just a Foundation Establishment cultivator?!" Song Ying's temper flared at that moment—how dare a Foundation Establishment cultivator provoke me, living is unbearable.

He raised his hand and fired five beams of spiritual light—his signature Five Elements Forbidden Technique—directly immobilizing those people in place.

It wasn't that he had a good temper; he also knew that the higher-ups were recently investigating Demonic Cult-related matters, and these guys looked like a trouble magnet, so it was better to hand them over. He didn't want any connection with the Demonic Cult.

After another quarter hour, only a dozen or so Qinglin Battalion cultivators came over, much slower than usual.

Before Song Ying could even ask a question, the opposite side immediately unleashed several beams of spiritual light.

Damn, something really happened. Song Ying's heart turned cold at once.

Afterwards, the Qinglin Battalion cultivators opposite relaxed, as the other side had not been invaded by demonic qi.

"Please lend your aid later, senior." The leading cultivator bowed to Song Ying.

"Certainly." Song Ying readily agreed, then slowly withdrew his Five Elements Forbidden Light.

When those Demonic Cult followers regained their freedom, the Qinglin Battalion cultivators also hurried to act.

"Immobilize!"

"Soul Seize!"

"Annihilation!"

After a few spells, the Demonic Cult followers died on the spot, their souls collected into a special magic treasure.

"Thank you, senior." Although Song Ying didn't get a chance to act, etiquette couldn't be neglected.

Song Ying didn't boast, immediately chuckling that it was all his duty. Anyway, maintaining good relations with the City Lord's Manor is never wrong.

Seeing off the Qinglin Battalion cultivators, Song Ying felt moved, sighing, "What a turbulent autumn!"

Looking back, his subordinates looked dejected, and he felt angry all over.

"Hmph! Look at you lot—I'm waiting for you to make it big so you can help me out, but with this conduct, even when I become a True Immortal, you'll still haven't found your own Dao!" Song Ying truly felt frustrated, hating iron for not becoming steel.

The junior subordinate chuckled, "Boss, you're certainly different from us—you don't even change expression when facing the Pill Hall people; how could we compare?"

"Yeah, yeah!" the subordinate agreed.

"Pill Hall?!" Song Ying exclaimed, his voice changing.

"Er, Boss, you didn't notice?"

Song Ying felt a lingering fear; no wonder he had suddenly felt his heart turn cold earlier—no wonder.

——

At the Demonic Cult's base, the palace still had demonic qi shooting to the heavens, the number of cloud beasts exceeding that of the cult members; the only difference was that around it there was an additional Kunyu, three Azure Dragons, a large mass of flame, and a mountain.

Exactly, the Four Great Cloud Seas have already surrounded it; the reason they haven't moved yet is uneven distribution of the spoils.

In the main army's tent, it was actually just the four Young City Lords sitting on the clouds behind, chatting idly.

The Eastern Cloud Sea Young City Lord is aloof, the Southern Cloud Sea Young City Lord is fiery and hot-tempered, the Western Cloud Sea Young City Lord is steady as an old dog. Northern—hey? Where is Wei Yi?

The three turned their heads and saw the Kunyu open its eyes, let out a long cry, and charge into the Demonic Cult's base.

"Attack!" three panicked voices rang out, each transmitted to their respective armies.

The battle instantly became white-hot.

Lately there have been many troublesome matters, so I'm truly sorry—both to several readers and to myself. In short, normal updates will resume tomorrow onward; I hope this time I can see it through to the end.