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Chapter 342: How to Dispel Worries, Only by Killing
Chapter 342: How to Dispel Worries, Only by Killing
With a toss of the rope in his hand, the man and woman inside the black cloth bag were bound separately.
Qi Yuan handed the rope to Huo Mushi and instructed, "You take charge of these two, and now we're heading to... Xianlong Mountain!"
Xianlong Mountain was located over three hundred miles away from Shu Yao Mountain.
On this mountain, the number of demons and monsters was no less than that of Shu Yao Mountain, and perhaps even more.
However, compared to Shu Yao Mountain, the demons and monsters on Xianlong Mountain were not organized and appeared scattered.
"Alright!" Huo Mushi tightly gripped the rope, his expression filled with excitement.
At this moment, one of the demons, shrouded in black cloth and with their mouth sealed, had a million thoughts racing through their mind, especially the Flower Demon, who was utterly bewildered.
Who were these people?
What were they up to?
Why had they tied her up?
She desperately wanted to speak, but couldn't utter a word.
However, the conversation between the two men that followed shocked her even more.
"After holding a stick all night, my hands are sore. I really want to call my wife over to massage my hands."
"So mighty, my lord!"
"This time, we'll slaughter the thousands of demons and monsters on Xianlong Mountain. I'll keep two beautiful female demons to give me a massage, and then kill them after."
"So powerful, my lord!"
Huo Mushi was like a broken record, only knowing how to praise.
The Flower Demon, trapped inside the black bag, heard Qi Yuan's words and felt disdainful.
This guy was really full of hot air!
Slaughtering all the demons on Xianlong Mountain?
Why not pluck the stars from the sky while you're at it?
Just as she was thinking this, she heard the obnoxious man boasting again.
"Mushi, do you have any good ways to make money?"
"Ah... does my lord need money?"
"Yes, I'm a bit short."
"If my lord returns to Zhenyang, the County Governor will surely gather enough silver from the entire city to provide for you!"
Qi Yuan's act of slaughtering the demons on Shu Yao Mountain was a life-saving grace for the people of Zhenyang City.
Even if Qi Yuan were to rebel, the County Governor and the County Sheriff would likely support him with open arms.
What was a little silver compared to that?
"I don't have enough money to buy a planet, one just like the Archstar."
"Huh?" Huo Mushi fell silent.
Indeed, he couldn't keep up with Qi Yuan's train of thought.
In the ancient times of this world, the concept of planets already existed.
The common people were also aware that they lived on the surface of a planet.
So, when Qi Yuan mentioned buying a planet, Huo Mushi was at a loss for words.
The Flower Demon, trapped in the black bag, felt like scoffing.
"It's a pity that you won't find a buyer in this world. Otherwise, I'd sell it and make a fortune!"
Hearing this, the Flower Demon felt even more that Qi Yuan was arrogant and ignorant.
However, Qi Yuan's strength was too overwhelming, imprisoning her and preventing her from speaking.
She couldn't escape or argue, and could only become a captive.
The Flower Demon's mind was filled with questions.
There had to be a reason why these two had captured her.
Was it for money or for her? Or was it for Tong Tianyou?
They would surely interrogate her.
However, it seemed like these two had forgotten about her and Tong Tianyou.
They continued on their journey.
If it weren't for the child-like attendant in the middle who had fed Tong Tianyou once, she would have thought they had forgotten about them.
She really wanted to say, "I may be a demon, but I need to eat too!"
Unfortunately, she couldn't speak, and Huo Mushi never fed her either.
All she could think about now was reaching Xianlong Mountain quickly so that these two arrogant and proud individuals would die at the hands of other demons, and she could be rescued and finally... relieve herself!
...
Meanwhile, as Qi Yuan was rushing from Shu Yao Mountain to Xianlong Mountain.
In Zhenyang City, the members of the Demon Suppressing Department gradually made their way towards Shu Yao Mountain.
Over the past few days, they had almost completed their mission and learned that Tong Tianyou was in the hands of the Flower Demon, Man Luo.
As long as they went to Feng Hua Cave and found Man Luo, everything would be revealed.
The only dangers in this mission were the possibility of encountering other powerful demons on Shu Yao Mountain and the threat posed by Man Luo.
Therefore, the members of the Demon Suppressing Department cautiously navigated Shu Yao Mountain, searching for Feng Hua Cave and Man Luo, as well as Tong Tianyou.
At this moment, on Shu Yao Mountain, Yang Guang was disguised as a pig, wearing a wild boar's skin.
He sniffed with his nose and revealed a strange expression, "Strange, I smell a strong scent of blood."
"You're not a dog, let the professionals handle this." An Qiao shook the rope.
The tracker dog reluctantly approached.
"I think he's quite professional too."
The tracker dog spoke with his usual sarcasm.
Yang Guang glared at the dog and said irritably, "Be careful, or I'll catch a male demon pig and mate it with you!"
Hearing this, the tracker dog immediately tucked its tail and dared not argue.
"Smell Qi Yuan's scent too and see if we can locate him and rescue him!" An Qiao said worriedly.
Now, Mr. Qi is also trapped within Shu Yao Mountain.
Perhaps, he's currently surrounded by a horde of demon troops.
If we can find him, rescuing Mr. Qi would be a good thing.
"Yes, we must find Brother Qi. I promised to protect him!" Yang Guang's Blood Martial Aura had recovered, and his confidence was restored.
"Okay, I understand."
The tracker dog spoke, its nose close to the ground, sniffing intently.
Yang Guang waited quietly, the heavy scent of blood making him uneasy.
Suddenly, the dog's tail stood up, and its eyes revealed a human-like expression of terror, "Blood... so much blood, I smell a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!"
The dog raised its head, gazing at the north with a terrified look.
"What?" An Qiao asked urgently.
"Over there... blood is everywhere, it's a demon's hell!" The dog looked north, its eyes filled with fear.
"That's the demon camp!" Yang Guang looked in the direction the dog was staring, his expression grave.
Could it be that a major incident had occurred at Shu Yao Mountain?
"Where's Mr. Qi?"
"Bad news, I can sense Mr. Qi's aura in there too!" The dog shouted.
"What? No, I promised to protect Mr. Qi!" Yang Guang's heart tightened, fearing that Qi Yuan might have met with an accident.
After all, when the dog's words were pieced together, it was highly likely that Qi Yuan was surrounded by the demon camp and engaged in a fierce battle.
That would explain the strong smell of blood.
"I must go and take a look!" Yang Guang was a man of his word.
...
From summer to autumn, and then to winter.
For many insects, this was a lifetime.
For travelers on the road, it was a year of busyness, with the joys and worries of returning home.
This year, Fengyuan had experienced far too many events.
The Four Seasons Tavern was located on the banks of the Xi River.
The Xi River, which divided the north and south, was covered in thick ice.
The tavern's flags fluttered in the cold wind, and snowflakes swirled like goose feathers.
Despite the freezing weather, the tavern was filled with warm steam.
Patrons held large bowls, drinking and eating, while listening intently to the storyteller's passionate tales.
"That day, the sky was filled with dark clouds, and the mountains were shrouded in darkness.
The lizard king of Xianlong Mountain was a Demon Hero, three hundred zhang tall. When it rolled over, the entire Xianlong Mountain trembled!
It soared into the sky, blocking the sun, and Xianlong Mountain was plunged into darkness!"
"Stop beating around the bush, no matter how powerful the lizard king was, it was still killed by the Red Stick Demon Slayer!"
"Forget about Xianlong Mountain, I want to hear about the Red Stick Demon Slayer's battle with Princess Jasmine."
"It's rumored that Princess Jasmine, upon hearing of the Red Stick Demon Slayer's arrival, immediately held a wedding and wanted to marry him!"
"Hmph, a demon is not worthy of the Red Stick Demon Slayer!" A young woman in a dress spoke with disdain in her voice.
"I guess only our Fengyuan's number one beauty, the young Zhou, is worthy of the Red Stick Demon Slayer!"
"Be careful with your words, she's the Empress!"
"Hmph, if the Red Stick Demon Slayer were to become the Emperor, I'd follow him in rebellion right now! In the past, when demons were rampant, the Emperor and those aristocratic families fled south, abandoning the people of the northern regions. They claimed it was to preserve culture, but without people, what culture is there to preserve?"
"The Red Stick Demon Slayer is a true man. In just one year, he traveled three thousand li, slaughtering tens of thousands of demon troops!"
"If I could marry the Red Stick Demon Slayer, I'd even be willing to sacrifice my youth!"
In the tavern, young men and women gathered, drinking and chatting, their faces filled with joy.
This year, too many events had taken place.
Among them, the most captivating was, of course, the Red Stick Demon Slayer.
His origins and name were unknown, but he wielded a red stick, and his slaughter of the northern demons was legendary.
Wherever he went, he left a trail of corpses in his wake, miles upon miles of them!
His formidable strength was unmatched, as he fought thousands of demon troops alone, like an invincible god of death.
He created one miracle after another.
At first, when the news spread that the Red Stick Demon Slayer had single-handedly annihilated three thousand demon troops at Shu Yao Mountain, the world was shocked, but most people were skeptical, finding it hard to believe.
After all, such a powerful warrior, capable of fighting three thousand demon troops, was unheard of in this world. Even the top martial artist in Fengyuan's Tower couldn't achieve such a feat.
After all, three thousand demon troops, led by Demon Heroes, could even slay Martial Spirits.
But... the Red Stick Demon Slayer did it.
How could that be possible?
However, later, the demon forces at Xianlong Mountain, Fenggu Ling, and Taizi Shui were consecutively annihilated.
Eyewitnesses saw a handsome man, clad in blood-red robes, wielding a blood-red stick, like a demon god.
The world trembled, and everyone was astounded, no one dared to question it.
"In just one year, the Red Stick Demon Slayer has destroyed twelve demon dens... He's truly terrifying!" An old man's voice trembled, and his attire suggested he wasn't an ordinary person.
Now, they were sitting in the main hall of the restaurant.
"Only the last Xi Jiang Demon remains... I wonder when the Red Rod Tyrant will arrive?"
"Once the Xi Jiang Demon is eradicated, the world will be at peace, and our human race will flourish!"
"Hehe, that's not necessarily true. What if the Red Rod Tyrant, after slaying the Xi Jiang Demon, has ambitions to become an emperor?"
"I see him as an ambitious man, aiming for a high position! All this talk of being a demon-slaying battle deity and acting for the greater good is just like us common folk." A whisper echoed from the corner of the room.
However, the speaker had used a special sound transmission technique, so no one in the room knew who had spoken.
In a private room on the upper floor of the restaurant, a young maiden overheard this and couldn't help but open the window, shouting angrily, "You criticize the good excessively and are overly tolerant of the wicked. Are you even human? If you're a man, show yourself!"
But the whispering person remained silent, hiding in the dark corner."
A renowned scholar in the restaurant sighed upon seeing this.
The other diners grumbled, their dissatisfaction evident.
Although the Red Rod Tyrant was renowned for slaying demons and his achievements were immortal, many doubted his intentions.
People in this world tended to be overly critical of the good, accusing them of ulterior motives or improper methods when doing good deeds. Yet, they would show sympathy and be overly tolerant towards the wicked.
At that moment, a calm voice suddenly came from outside the restaurant.
"There's even a keyboard warrior here, and I've encountered them. What luck!"
The door of the inn opened, and a gust of cold wind blew in, carrying a voice that sounded like the wail of a demon.
Snowflakes flew in like goose feathers, and the diners in the hall looked towards the entrance, immediately spotting a handsome man in a blood-red robe, holding a wooden staff.
The diners gazed at this overly handsome man with expressions of astonishment, while some looked suspicious.
The man's attire resembled that of the Red Rod Tyrant...
But at this time, the Red Rod Tyrant's fame was at its peak, and many aristocratic youths were emulating his red robe.
The man was overly young, with delicate skin, not like those who frequently fought demons.
A moment of silence filled the inn.
The handsome man walked in, followed by a young boy who looked naive but seemed to have experienced the ways of the world.
The boy held a rope in his hand.
Following the direction of the rope, there were two figures hidden in black bags.
When the diners noticed the black bags and figures, some had their throats constricting with tension.
Others widened their eyes, their irises reflecting disbelief.
"Red Rod... Tyrant!"
"He's the Red Rod Tyrant!"
A commotion stirred in the inn.
In the private room, a young maiden in the bloom of youth couldn't help but lean out, curious to see if this legendary figure was as described in the tales.
When she caught a glimpse of Qi Yuan's profile, she froze.
Could there be such a breathtakingly beautiful person in this world?
He seemed otherworldly.
"You were talking ill of me, and I've caught you. Your luck is terrible."
At that moment, Qi Yuan's gaze fell upon a wealthy man with a plump face, his expression calm.
The rich man's face changed dramatically, "It wasn't me! I didn't!"
He was denying it.
The man next to the rich man quickly spoke up, "Lord Wu is a great philanthropist, donating money to build roads. He would never slander the Red Rod Tyrant!"
The people in the inn looked at the rich man, their expressions varying.
This rich man had a good reputation in the city and was known as a philanthropist.
At that moment, several people couldn't help but speak up in defense of the rich man.
After all, the Red Rod Tyrant was a legendary hero; how could he be so petty? He must be reasonable.
Seeing this, the rich man heaved a sigh of relief.
At the same time, he secretly reminded himself to be more cautious in the future, ensuring he didn't leave any loopholes for others to exploit.
Just then, Qi Yuan's lips curved into a smile, "Wood Stone, play some music."
Huo Mushi, upon seeing this, skillfully took out his trumpet, and immediately, a desolate and mournful sound rose in the restaurant.
The rich man's face turned pale with fear as he realized something, "You can't!"
However, what greeted him was a blood-red wooden staff.
The staff struck his crown, sounding like a knock on a ripe watermelon.
The rich man's head, like an overripe watermelon, shattered.
A moment of silence filled the restaurant, only the sound of the trumpet continued.
The diners reacted with surprise, fear, and some felt a sense of relief.
"The only way to find relief is to..." Qi Yuan put down the staff, his voice sounding cheerful.
Those who had felt relieved earlier now felt a chill in their hearts upon hearing these words.
The Red Rod Tyrant's tone didn't seem fake.
(End of Chapter)
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