Chapter 481: Amidst the Flood, a Bold Departure

Chapter 481: Amidst the Flood, a Bold Departure



"Let me see you off."

After the laughter and banter, Yin Ya Jun took a step forward and bowed sincerely at the door.

Several young Xuan Yue City disciples outside the courtyard couldn't help but stop and look inside.

They saw the renowned Heavenly Sword Fairy, with a hint of helplessness, turning back and saying, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Then, she strolled out of the courtyard, accompanied by two Heavenly Sword Sect guards, and quickly left the City Lord's Manor.

"..."

The young disciples exchanged glances, all sighing with a hint of melancholy.

It seemed that Xuan Yue City had not suffered any demonic calamities, and the three hundred cities under its command were still bustling and lively.

In reality, a single decree from the Immortal Sect had caused its true status to plummet, and even a mere gesture from the Dragon Progeny could suffocate the City Lord.

Now, even their last hope had been dashed.

They had grown up alongside Miss Yin, but could only watch helplessly as she married into the vast ocean, perhaps never to return to land again.

"Why are you just standing there? Go and attend to your own matters."

Yin Ya Jun's delicate face once again forced a smile, "I'm getting married, not attending my own funeral."

She gently waved her sleeves, signaling for everyone to leave.

Several Xuan Yue City disciples clenched their fists quietly, their voices slightly trembling, "We will diligently cultivate... and not let you down, Miss."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yin Ya Jun covered her mouth and chuckled, then slowly turned and pushed open the door.

She appeared calm on the surface, but her palms hidden in her sleeves trembled slightly, imperceptibly. She slowly closed the door, blocking the outside view.

Once she was out of sight, she knelt down, her shoulders shaking. As a girl who had never left Xuan Yue City, she couldn't even imagine the desolate and terrifying scene beneath the vast ocean.

Leaving home, she would be accompanied by demons.

Su Yushang was truly her last hope... but she couldn't demand anything.

Just as she watched her father turn away, his back still straight, yet unable to face her, she couldn't bring herself to beg anymore.

For Yin Ya Jun, she didn't even know whom to blame for this.

Should she blame the Nanyang Immortal Sect, whom she had never met?

She didn't even have any concept of them.

Perhaps she could only blame the coincidence that the Dragon Progeny's general needed a wife, and she happened to be chosen.

Yin Ya Jun wiped her eyes vigorously.

She knelt on the ground, her tear-stained face practicing how to smile more sweetly.

Since she was going to marry, she had to make it worthwhile and not cause any more trouble for Xuan Yue City.

At the same time, everyone saw Su Yushang's determined departure from Xuan Yue City.

"Fairy, are you returning to the sect now?" The two guards sighed, as they also had a good impression of Xuan Yue City, and had many old friends there.

Su Yushang deliberately strolled along the street, but a hint of ferocity, like a young beast, appeared on her lips as she muttered, "Go to hell. Unless I'm thrown into the water, I won't consider myself their daughter-in-law."

Hearing this, the two guards' faces changed slightly, and they fell silent.

They never imagined that the Heavenly Sword Fairy would be so bold.

"Don't worry, I've prepared everything."

Su Yushang took out a formation plate and played with it in her hand.

As she breathed, her aura suddenly became more ethereal and lofty. With a cunning smile, she said, "Brother Yuan Zhou shouldn't mind, right?"

For a Revert Void cultivator, changing one's appearance was as easy as snapping one's fingers. The most important thing was their aura.

Su Yushang had specifically borrowed this precious formation plate, clearly making her plans before leaving the sect.

With the strength of the Southern Hong Seven Sons, there were naturally other disciples capable of handling matters besides Su Hong Xiu.

As for why she chose Wei Yuanzhou, it was because he had previously helped the Nanyang Sect, and it wouldn't hurt to ask for his assistance again, making it more believable.

Moreover, he was an upright and honorable man, and when it was time for her revenge, he would be more merciful.

"..."

The two guards couldn't help but roll their eyes, pretending they hadn't heard anything.

With the strength of an eleventh-level Revert Void cultivator, even if she disguised herself as a powerful cultivator in White Jade Capital, she could only deceive those idiots.

Just then, Su Yushang suddenly turned her head.

She saw a figure in a black shirt at the entrance of a tall building, accompanied by someone in a black robe. In the moment she turned, the two figures had already entered the building.

"What's wrong?" The guard curiously looked over.

"Nothing." Su Yushang shook her head, thinking that she had vaguely recognized them but couldn't recall where she had seen them before.

Logically, anyone who left an impression on her should be well-known, so why did they seem slightly unfamiliar? How strange.

At that moment, the demonic aura swirling in the air interrupted her thoughts.

Everyone looked up at the sky.

In the azure sky, they noticed water waves that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, layer upon layer, rolling in from the distance with a mighty roar, the sound of the waves never-ending.

Splash, splash, splash—

Two banners fluttered in the wind, each bearing an imposing image of a sharp-clawed yellow dragon. The wings on its back represented the identity of the Dragon Progeny's mother clan.

Eighteen elite demons were divided into groups, each responsible for holding the banners, carrying the gifts, and providing protection.

Surrounded by the youth in the center, his face could be described as somewhat handsome, but the bald head and the ferocious scars from his eye sockets to his jaw made him appear rather fierce.

Without dragon horns on his head, it was naturally impossible for him to be a Dragon Progeny.

But he had the qualifications to present the Dragon Progeny banner.

Additionally, considering his age...

This youth's identity was already evident.

He was the young master of the Turtle Army under the command of the seventh Dragon Progeny, Ke Xuanqing.

Three marriage proposals from the Water Clan!

They were so ostentatious, as if they were worried that someone in Mount Huan City wouldn't know.

If it were still under the protection of the Heavenly Sword Sect, these evil creatures wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.

"What a nuisance," Su Yushang muttered, not in the mood to ponder the figure she had seen earlier, and left the city directly.

"Tsk."

Almost simultaneously, the figure in black shirt within the tall building also lifted his gaze towards the sky.

After sensing the powerful demonic aura emanating from these demons...

Shen Yi picked up the teacup and took a sip of warm water, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

"Look, look, that ugly turtle head is even uglier than me... Um... Um..."

Before the drunkard could finish his sentence, Ke Shisan indifferently covered his mouth.

If he continued, this man would be thrown out again.

Sure enough, the other drinkers in the tavern had already turned to look at them with strange expressions: "..."

Shen Yi threw a telepathy orb he had obtained from the Xu family.

The current situation was rather special, and it was better to avoid exposing his identity if possible.

"Don't blame me for speaking out, but this matter is truly infuriating."

The drunkard had sobered up considerably, and after being reminded, he restrained himself. Holding the telepathy stone, he said, "Tell me, with their way of doing things, will Mount Huan City still be a city of the Immortal Sect in the future, or will it become a city of the Water Clan demons?"

"I was just venting my anger. Everyone in Mount Huan City knows that the City Lord dotes on Miss Yin dearly. He's enduring this humiliation for the sake of the lives of the three hundred cities. But... with Miss Yin entering the water, isn't it like sending a hostage to the Dragon Palace? How could the City Lord bear to ignore his daughter's plight? If we retreat today, we'll be retreating step by step from now on!"

The drunkard couldn't help but sigh and exclaim.

Shen Yi hadn't expected such a situation, no wonder that Dragon Progeny wanted to start with marriage.

The Yan family's array, and the Yin family's daughter.

Just to switch allegiances, they had to give up the most important thing. Anyone would feel resentful.

He glanced at Ke Shisan.

This Dragon Progeny reached out and took back the telepathy stone: "You can leave now."

"This..."

The drunkard opened his mouth, assuming that these two celestial beings were different from ordinary people.

But he never expected that they wouldn't even listen to him, let alone take action.

"Are you still not leaving?" Ke Shisan furrowed his brows.

"It's not... Can you please take me back... I really don't have money for the carriage fare... If I walk, I don't know when I'll be able to get home."

The drunkard looked at the two of them hesitantly.

Shen Yi threw out a piece of treasure jade and then stood up, leaving the building with Ke Shisan.

"Master, what should we do?"

Ke Shisan seemed to be itching for action, probably having endured much bullying from the seventh Dragon Progeny in the past. He never imagined that after death, he would have a chance to get back at them.

"Let me think."

Shen Yi lifted his gaze towards the more than ten figures descending towards the City Lord Manor.

"Uh." Ke Shisan paused, wondering why his master was suddenly using his brain. Then, he sighed, wishing he had thought things through before killing himself.

Maybe he wouldn't have had to die.

...

Mount Huan City, City Lord Manor.

The bald youth descended amidst the surging waves, and the water demons behind him quickly laid out the lavish wedding gifts.

Although the Mount Huan City Elders had peculiar expressions, their attitudes remained respectful.

After silently watching the busy Water Clan members, one of them finally extended his hand in greeting: "Young Master Wu, please come inside."

The turtle demons were utterly loyal, having fought and died for the seventh Dragon Progeny, and were granted the surname Wu.

The young master had reached the tenth level of Return to Void Realm, and there were signs that he might take over the leadership of the Turtle Army.

"..."

Wu Jun swept his sinister eyes over the crowd but stopped short of entering.

He withdrew his gaze and said indifferently, "One person is missing."

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback.

They hadn't expected the other party to find fault even before entering the door.

Mount Huan City had just lost the protection of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and in such a short time, they hadn't yet adjusted to the change in status.

Although both were forces with ties to White Jade Capital, the Golden Turtle Clan was still a guest and didn't need to give Mount Huan City any face.

Indeed, the vicissitudes of life were unpredictable.

Fortunately, a thick-skinned cultivator quickly forced a smile and said, "It was our negligence. Please go and invite the young lady quickly."

Before he could finish, Wu Jun let out a mocking laugh. He lightly picked at his fingernails: "I don't lack women. After entering the door, I can play however I want. There's no rush."

As he spoke, the ferocious scars on his face widened slightly: "Don't you recognize these two banners?"

Wu Jun casually pointed to the side.

The dragon banner appeared, as if the Dragon Progeny himself had arrived.

"Or is it that you only recognize the decrees of the Heavenly Sword Sect and not the banners of my Dragon Palace?"

Wu Jun opened his mouth in a cruel smile: "Do you have the decrees of the Heavenly Sword Sect in your hands?"

He didn't mention the Southern Yang Sect at all, as there was no need for it.

Even Xuan Yue City itself did not report the matter to the Southern Yang Sect.

After involving the White Jade Capital, everyone knew what that returned Immortal Sect truly was.

"Why are you still standing there?"

Wu Jun's voice suddenly turned cold, "Tell your City Lord to come out and receive the flag!"

His words echoed throughout the City Lord's Manor.

At that moment, on a certain rooftop, a middle-aged man in a long robe sat quietly, gazing towards the direction of the Southern Yang Sect.

Behind him was the courtyard where Yin Ya Jun resided.

As a White Jade Capital Cultivator, he protected the citizens of three hundred cities, holding great authority and possessing formidable cultivation.

Yin Qizhang had been sitting here for several days.

Yet, he still hadn't dared to turn around and look.

As for the arrogant voice reverberating through the manor, he seemed to be completely unaware.

"Miss will surely resent you, but she also wants to see you." An old servant stood behind him respectfully.

"..." Yin Qizhang remained silent for a long time, then suddenly opened his mouth slightly, "I'm not afraid to see her, but I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and want to bury her with my own hands."

He could almost predict how Xuan Yue City had gradually become a vassal of the Seven Dragon Progeny.

With his daughter in others' hands, how could he refuse their orders?

On one side was his only daughter, and on the other was the entire Xuan Yue City.

Yin Qizhang showed a self-deprecating smile, as the saying goes, 'The kind-hearted should not hold power, and the hesitant will suffer.' Perhaps he was indeed not suitable to be the City Lord.

Twelve letters were sent to the Heavenly Sword Sect, but all went unanswered.

He reached out his hand, holding a crumpled letter. Instead of using a jade slip, he had written it himself, intending to send it to the Southern Yang Sect, but in the end, he didn't dispatch anyone to deliver it.

As the City Lord, how could he allow himself to fall into a state of desperation and madness?

It was time to regain his senses.

"Let's go."

Yin Qizhang slowly stood up, wanting to turn around, but he hesitated, his expression blank, "Welcome the Dragon Banner."

His figure disappeared from its original spot.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the Xuan Yue City Cultivators.

Yin Qizhang's gaze was calm as he stared at the two banners, casually cupping his hands in greeting, and then, amidst the complex gazes of the crowd, he turned and entered the hall, "Let's host a banquet to welcome the Young Master of the Wu Clan."

"..."

Wu Jun watched his perfunctory gesture, his eyelids twitching.

However, he didn't pressure the other party too much, as this middle-aged man was not only the City Lord but also a formidable White Jade Capital Cultivator.

If he were to go crazy, even the Seven Dragon Progeny would feel anger.

"From now on, we're all family, no need to be too formal."

Wu Jun waved his hand to signal everyone, but his words carried a hint of mockery.

Upon hearing the grating words 'family,' many Xuan Yue City Cultivators closed their eyes, and when they opened them again, they all forced a smile and followed along.

...

With Xuan Yue City's utmost restraint...

The banquet was relatively successful. Amidst the clinking of cups and lively conversations, the atmosphere seemed harmonious to the extreme.

"The wedding gifts have been prepared, and I will bring her back to the manor tomorrow morning."

Wu Jun stood up proudly, raising his cup to the others.

With a cultivation at the tenth level of Return to Void, he suppressed the Xuan Yue City Cultivators, making them unable to raise their heads.

When they saw Yin Qizhang, although he didn't stand up, he still raised his cup with an expressionless face, the scar on Wu Jun's face seemed to become even more vivid.

"Father-in-law, we should get closer in the future." Wu Jun finished a cup of strong wine and had his subordinates refill it.

Yin Qizhang raised his eyes, then suddenly extended his index finger, dipping it in the wine, and lightly drew on the tabletop.

Using the wine as a charm line, he had set up a terrifying array.

With a simple gesture, he revealed the vast power of a White Jade Capital Cultivator.

Feeling the formidable sealing power within the array, Wu Jun's face changed abruptly as he held his wine cup.

The next moment, Yin Qizhang calmly raised his palm.

The wine charm slowly rose and then fell onto his body, "Let's end it here for tonight, I'm a bit tired."

He forcibly sealed his cultivation with the array.

Seeing this, Wu Jun instinctively swallowed.

Sealing his cultivation was to prevent himself from losing control and attacking, and the target he wanted to kill was probably himself.

But besides Yin Qizhang, there were more than a few Cultivators in this hall who could annihilate them.

This bizarre scene, witnessed by the crowd, made them tremble, and many, taking advantage of the wine, stood up with a clatter.

Their eyes, red as blood, stared at the group of triumphant Demons.

Several of them already had their hands on the storage bags at their waists.

Just then, a graceful figure in a plain robe walked over slowly.

She timidly held a small wine jar and raised it towards Wu Jun, "Ya Jun... Ya Jun toasts the Young Master of the Wu Clan."

Upon Yin Ya Jun's entrance, the others were struck dumb, frozen in their places.

"Father, I'm leaving first."

Yin Ya Jun struggled to swallow the wine, speaking softly to the middle-aged man, her voice like a mosquito.

"Hmm."

Yin Qizhang averted his gaze, sensing the array on his body.

Suddenly, he felt... perhaps he had sealed his cultivation a bit too early.

Wu Jun sensed the faint rupture of the array on this White Jade Capital Cultivator's body and quickly finished the remaining wine in his cup, "I'm tired too, let's end it here for today."

"As he finished speaking, he put down his cup."

With a group of demons, they quickly left the banquet.

They headed towards the courtyard in Xuan Yue City that had been prepared for them in advance.

They seemed a bit disheveled.

But as soon as they were out of sight of the crowd, a smug smile appeared on its face.

Just from the scene that had just occurred.

Xuan Yue City's inclusion under the command of the Seven Dragon Progeny was already a done deal.

With this additional connection.

Perhaps there would be more cultivators to assist within its turtle army, thus securing its position as the first army under the Dragon Progeny's command.

That would be the true meaning of success and good fortune.

As if to validate its thoughts.

The moment it led its troops into the courtyard, Wu Jun suddenly felt a gust of wind brush past him, carrying an eerie chill that seemed to penetrate his bones.

His intoxication suddenly cleared by more than half.

The other soldiers also grew solemn, looking around, and then shouted, "Who dares to play tricks here? Do you recognize these two dragon banners?"

Their sharp words were completely muffled by an invisible barrier, not allowing even a hint of it to escape outside.

It was as if the entire courtyard had been isolated.

On the rooftop, two tall figures stood, one in front of the other, their robes fluttering in the night breeze.

In the moonlight, the handsome face appeared even paler, with flickering flames between the eyebrows.

Purple-golden eyes surveyed the area below, and a barely noticeable trace of greed curled at the corners of the lips, adding a hint of ferocity to the ethereal aura.

"Huff."

Ke Shi San exhaled.

Suddenly, he felt that whether or not the master had thought about it earlier at the Yan family didn't matter; after all, the outcome would be the same in the end.

The so-called 'thinking about it' was probably just considering where to set up the formation.

"Master, what do you say?"

"..."

Shen Yi glanced at him as if he were looking at an idiot.

With the delicacies before them, was there a need for unnecessary words?

The next moment, the two figures simultaneously vanished from their original spots.

A sharp sound tore through the air.

The black robe whipped up, and sharp dragon claws effortlessly tore through the body of a Return to Void Ninth Layer demon.

Although he didn't have the dragon lance in hand.

After experiencing countless years of refinement in the Heavenly Derivation Nine-Nine, Ke Shi San now had a basic understanding of martial arts.

Crack! The fish demon's spine exploded! Through the terrifying blood hole, the black hood was lifted, revealing a young but cruel smiling face.

The same voice echoed throughout the surroundings.

Compared to Ke Shi San's brutality, Shen Yi was evidently more elegant.

As her figure drifted, the straight dragon lance continuously struck out.

One by one, heads burst like crimson flowers blooming in the night, dazzling and blinding! With the empowerment of five Primordial Purple Qi.

After spending tens of thousands of years of demonic lifespan, the Heavenly Derivation Nine-Nine, Netherworld Immortal Armor, and Azure Dragon Shatterstar Lance's three Spirit Arts were all cultivated to Great Mastery.

These powerful demons didn't even have a chance to make a sound before their lives were taken.

"Hmm..."

Wu Jun felt a chill run down his spine, and he retreated repeatedly, unleashing all his essence blood, pushing his aura to its peak.

Then he felt his back of his head being grasped by five fingers.

Under the black-robed sleeves, the fair skin was now covered by grayish-white armor, which felt more solid than before, possessing a metallic texture and emitting a silver glow.

The wrist armor extended, covering the entire palm.

The fingertips were sharp, resembling the claws of a ferocious beast.

Crack.

Even with Wu Jun's utmost vigilance.

The five fingers easily pierced through his skull like tofu.

"Roar!"

Wu Jun turned around, his head almost torn apart by the five fingers, but he saw that the youth in the black robe remained calm, his voice sharp and fearful, "Who are you? I am a commander under the Seven Dragon Progeny!"

He couldn't understand why someone would dare to ambush him here.

If it were the people of Xuan Yue City, wouldn't they be afraid of the Dragon Palace razing these three hundred cities?

If it were another force, why would they remain silent without explaining any grudges or causes?

However, just as he glanced back.

A chill ran down his back.

Wu Jun quickly turned around, but all he saw was a roaring dragon lance.

Pfft—

The lance tip accurately pierced his throat, silencing his remaining words.

Shen Yi casually withdrew the long lance and looked to the side.

Ke Shi San had just torn apart the last demon's body, and he sarcastically said, "What use is being a commander under the Dragon Progeny? I am the Dragon Progeny himself."

Looking at the scattered bodies on the ground, Shen Yi frowned slightly and said indifferently, "It's your responsibility to put them back together."

Where did you pick up this bad habit of wasting things?

"I will obey my master's decree... I'll be more careful next time," Ke Shi San said with an awkward laugh.

Shen Yi waved his hand, absorbing all the bloody aura in the courtyard into his body.

Instead of dismantling the formation, he sat down cross-legged and began to condense the Foundation Stone.

Just then.

Deep within the City Lord's Manor.

A middle-aged man with a haggard expression lay quietly on the bed; he should have felt something.

But tonight, he was truly drunk.

And his cultivation was sealed.

"Not being able to sense anything... is probably normal."

Yin Qizhang stared blankly at the ceiling.

Then he closed his eyes.

If this was a dream, he might as well finish it.

With eyes closed, who cared about the raging flood.

(End of Chapter)

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