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Chapter 411: The Sect Master and the Cave Master
Chapter 411: The Sect Master and the Cave Master
On the lush Wutong Mountain, the thirteen wooden houses were empty and desolate.
Within the Water Curtain Immortal Cave, Ye Wenhuan sat cross-legged, her gaze fixed on the stone wall and the withered trees surrounding her. Lost in thought, no one knew what was on her mind.
In these immortal mountains, where time was immeasurable, she had to count each day and convert them into the corresponding longevity fruits.
The youthful body, forged from the essence of heaven and earth, could not conceal the decay of her five viscera.
The old dog knew of her presence. Yet, he never seemed to be in a hurry. As long as she perished, this place would remain his Nanyang Sect.
Ye Wenhuan never denied that she was acting in self-interest, but the people of the world must not forget that her actions were truly for the salvation of all.
From an ordinary mortal, she had become the strongest cultivator in the world. Without her deterrence, how could any survivors be spared from the mouths of demons and monsters?
As long as Ye lived, the world lived. If she fell, the world would perish with her. It was such a simple truth, yet these foolish disciples, whom she had raised with her own hands, just couldn't seem to understand.
Not a word was spoken as they followed Nie Jun and left. In their eyes, there was no longer any trace of respect for their master.
"It is you who will be the death of everyone," Ye Wenhuan shook her head. Clearly, all they needed to do was wait a while longer, to honestly break through and return to the void.
No matter what happened in the mountains, all worries would be resolved.
By then, she would no longer be the Wutong Mountain Old Ancestor, but the Sect Master of Nanyang.
And her disciples would be the elders of the future.
It was a step towards heaven.
She had offered them such a grand opportunity, but they were hindered by their narrow-mindedness, unable to even swallow the delicious food served right before them.
She took out an ancient stone tablet, upon which the characters "Nanyang" were inscribed, and slowly clenched it in her hand.
Alas, the world was filled with fools.
She turned over her left palm, revealing a stone that glowed with a faint light.
As long as she held this item, they would eventually have to come back to her, whether it was Nie Jun or that stranger, Shen Yi.
"As the Sect Master, I shall forgive you once," the woman said as she slowly rose to her feet and stretched out her arms. A snow-white robe adorned her body, embroidered with the Nanyang pattern that she had painstakingly sewn over the years.
Now, for the sake of those two fools, so that they would not lose their lives in vain, she was willing to make one last concession.
She would personally go and meet them.
...
In the grand and majestic Town Demon City, which had been the passage for almost all cultivators heading to the Thousand Demon Cave over countless millennia, the cultivators who had sensed the strange atmosphere and temporarily halted their journey to observe, witnessed the most terrifying scene of their lives.
In the clear sky, there were no demonic clouds or monstrous figures.
There was only a young man clad in silver armor and a snow cape, standing atop a headless beast, cradling a beauty in his arms, and smiling gently downwards.
"Have the human cultivators built their cities this far already?"
"Your Majesty may not be aware, but this has happened during your time in the palace. The Cave Master rarely pays attention to the outside world, as you know," Shen Feng Demon Emperor replied with an awkward smile.
Before he could finish, his head was stomped on, almost causing him to fall.
"There is only one Cave Master in the Thousand Demon Cave," the silver-armored youth slowly retracted his smile and said indifferently, "and that is this Emperor."
At the very least, he would never fear that any other demon would surpass him.
Nor would he ever consider the term "demon" as an insult.
He was the demon, the Emperor of a Thousand Demons.
As for the one in the palace, he was merely a lucky watchdog left behind by the Nanyang Sect.
The actions of the two demons were akin to a natural disaster for the cultivators beneath them.
Even the formidable Hybrid Origin Realm experts, known for their vast experience, had already fled the moment the demons appeared.
In the face of this gale, they were pulled back, their faces contorted in despair and horror.
Their throats emitted desperate howls that turned into pitiful whimpers in the wind.
Flesh was torn into shreds, and their Nascent Souls were scattered, turning into the essence of the heavens and earth. Their spiritual roots and viscera were reduced to pure medicinal power, swept up by the gale and delivered into the youth's mouth.
If even the Hybrid Origin Realm cultivators met such a fate, what chance did the rest have?
They were like sand grains entering a turbulent river, disappearing without a trace, unable to create even a ripple.
The pale-faced Ling Huang opened his mouth to an exaggerated degree, and as the flesh and blood of his victims entered his body, his phoenix-like eyes turned an even brighter shade of scarlet.
He continued until the entire Town Demon City fell into a deathly silence, with only dead leaves being stirred by the lingering wind.
Ling Huang slowly closed his mouth, his pupils suddenly turning into fiery embers.
Behind his silver armor, a pair of fire feathers made from blazing flames spread open, creating waves of fire with each movement.
"Just an appetizer," he said.
Ling Huang wiped the bloodstains from the corners of his lips, far from satisfied.
Instead, having tasted the essence of human cultivators again, a greedy thirst emerged in his eyes.
He pointed at his temple and said softly, "Continue."
"Aren't we going to Da Qian?" Shen Feng asked cautiously.
"It seems that compared to this Emperor, you would rather kneel before that old dog," Ling Huang replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I may be arrogant, but I'm not stupid."
"You want me dead," the youth said, leaning forward and gripping Shen Feng by the nape of his neck. "Are you tired of living?"
Having been trapped for many years, Shen Feng was already extremely weak.
The cultivator who had forced the old dog to release him was definitely no simple figure.
It was only prudent to fill their bellies first.
"Release them first to attract Da Qian's attention and deplete their strength," Ling Huang instructed, gazing at the trembling Shen Feng.
Seeing Shen Feng's fearful demeanor, Ling Huang proudly rose to his feet and spread his wings, flying toward another location.
He didn't stop until he could no longer sense Shen Feng's presence.
Only then did the Shen Feng Demon Emperor dare to lift his head and glance at the equally anxious Giant Horn Demon Emperor.
The youth had truly changed.
In the past, his arrogance had drawn the attention of that old dog to his ambitions before he could fully mature, resulting in his imprisonment in the grand hall.
Yet now, he was willing to temporarily yield because of Da Qian.
If he filled his belly, regained his strength, and successfully broke through, perhaps he could pose a real threat to that old dog.
"What do you say? Shall we go together?" Shen Feng asked hesitantly. In the past, Da Qian, in his eyes, was nothing more than a gathering place for mortals, barely surviving under the protection of two great immortal sects.
But now, although Da Qian remained unchanged, it had gained a cultivator of unpredictable strength.
Without Ling Huang by his side, Shen Feng did not wish to face him directly.
"...Fine," the Giant Horn Demon Emperor sighed, glancing at Shen Feng. "My Thousand Demon Cave has over twenty Demon Emperors and hundreds of Demon Kings. We can invade the Nine Provinces separately. Even if that Shen Yi has three heads and six arms, he can't defend against us all."
"Why take the risk when we haven't gained anything from it?" Shen Feng added.
(End of Chapter)
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