Chapter 27 Part 1
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Chapter 27: The Blood Tree Patriarch Is Too Strong! (1)
A loud voice roared through the air like a powerful typhoon, waking the entire Flying Fog.
A swarm of demonic beasts, who had been either resting or working in their homes, hurried outside. Some were hastily tying on grass-woven skirts as they ran.
“Damn it! This beautiful night is ruined before it even begins!”
“Come on, come on!”
“Who is so rude?”
What was once a calm, lonely night suddenly burst to life.
In just a few breaths, the square in the center of the Flying Fog was teeming with demonic beasts. Some stood trembling with fear, while others glared in anger. All their eyes were fixed on the young woman hovering in the air, her lavender robes flowing in the wind, her face a storm of fury.
Behind her, purple flames danced like a dragon, reflecting off the cold moonlit night sky with an almost irresistible allure. And towering behind her was the massive Blood Tree Patriarch, its gnarled trunk radiating a chilling, menacing glow. Its roots spread out, twisting and weaving into a vast web, covering nearly half the sky.
Evil intent radiated from the scene.
“How huge! It’s even bigger than the laurel tree!” a fox demon gasped in fear.
The cat demon beside it trembled, “Its power… it’s like our king’s!”
Seeing that no one dared to step forward, Yan Yue sneered. “Since no one’s coming out to fight, I’ll go in myself!”
With a flick of her wrist, the purple demon flame behind her shot out like an arrow.
Dragon Strike!
The protective magic array surrounding the Flying Fog trembled violently as countless white stars rained down, scattering like dandelion seeds in the wind. The square fell silent, as if even a needle could be heard dropping.
This woman’s strength… Could the protective array truly hold her back?
“Are you still not coming out?” Yan Yue’s patience wore thin.
With an angry glance at the Blood Tree Patriarch, she commanded it with a look.
The Blood Tree Patriarch understood. It was time to act.
But then…
“Don’t come near me!” The Blood Tree Patriarch, used to working alongside Yan Yue for so many years, could tell instantly what she had in mind. It tried to turn around, preparing to fly away.
Yan Yue’s face darkened. “If you want to save Bai Lian, stop being so fussy. Come here quickly. It’s faster!”
Before the Blood Tree Patriarch could respond, she grabbed its root.
“Damn it! Change direction! Quick! Don’t put my head in it!” The Blood Tree Patriarch, dazed by Yan Yue’s quick movements, yelled in confusion.
Yan Yue paid no mind.
She had many spirit tools, but none more efficient than the Blood Tree Patriarch. Sometimes, a woman needed to wield a tree as a weapon!
Clutching the Blood Tree Patriarch like a siege hammer, she launched it against the Flying Fog with force.
Boom!
The Blood Tree Patriarch’s massive crown slammed into the protective array.
“Fuck you!”
The array’s strength faltered as it raised a storm, sweeping through miles of land, leaving aftershocks in its wake.
But then, something terrifying happened.
The Blood Tree Patriarch, like a giant sponge, absorbed all the spirit Qi from the array, its branches and leaves swelling, growing even more imposing.
As the array’s magic grew sluggish, the Blood Tree Patriarch poked forward, and with a sharp pop, the array shattered into countless translucent fragments.
The demonic beasts in the square watched in horror.
It was over.
Yan Yue, satisfied, raised the Blood Tree Patriarch triumphantly. “Just as I thought—no protective magic array can block the Blood Tree Patriarch’s hammer! And if one could, I’d break it again!”
The Blood Tree Patriarch, however, was far from pleased.
You think it likes swearing? That was forced!
It had once been a good and kind tree, until one fateful day when a woman named An Lan ripped it from the soil and took it to the Duxian sect. It thought it was headed for a peaceful life—only to find it was being dragged into battle.
More than 400 years of constant conflict had transformed any normal tree into a bitter, grumpy one. But the Blood Tree Patriarch merely complained. After all, had it not been uprooted by An Lan, it would have been eaten by nearby demonic beasts. Now, it even had a chance at flying to the Immortal World.
A tree never forgets its roots.
Its deepest wish was to see Yan Yue become a true lady, but it seemed that dream was now as far away as ever.
“Come with me,” the Blood Tree Patriarch finally said, flying toward the laurel tree.
It could still sense Bai Lian’s diary, crafted from its bark, even if it was tucked away in a storage prop. The Blood Tree Patriarch guided the way.
Yan Yue followed closely. Saving Bai Lian was now her top priority.
As they made their way, they were stopped by a group standing ahead. Qiong Zhi, who had been speaking with the jade rabbit earlier, was flanked by the Elders of the Yaoguang Rabbit Race.
Qiong Zhi clenched her teeth.
The changes in the laurel tree had drawn attention from others, but she hadn’t expected them to arrive so quickly.
“I was careless,” Qiong Zhi muttered. The laurel tree was a legacy left by Yaoguang Star Lord, and as the king of Flying Fog, she would die before handing it over.
“If you want it, step over my dead body!”
Yan Yue’s anger flared.
That damned rabbit wanted to steal Bai Lian’s “Natural Saint Body,” but Bai Lian was hers!
She cleared her throat, correcting herself. “I mean, Bai Lian is my valued ‘Disciple’.”
“In that case, I’ll make sure of it!” Yan Yue declared, resolved to take Bai Lian back no matter the cost—even if it meant sinking the entire island.
Qiong Zhi locked her gaze onto Yan Yue, ready for battle. “I’ll leave the tree to you. I’ll stop this woman!”
“Yes, our king!” the elders responded in unison.
And so, the battle began.
