Chapter 125
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Chapter 125: Zhang Yang’s Realm
Through this battle…
Zhang Yang had carved out an unshakable reputation.
From this moment on—
No one would dare underestimate him.
No one would dare belittle the Vast Forest.
The Southern Region’s power structure was destined to shift.
And in the wake of this monumental clash…
Golden Cauldron Sacred Land was left drowning in shame.
The ground was littered with corpses.
Blood soaked the dueling stage.
Among the fallen were their Son, their prodigies Jin Dali, Jian Wuying, Gao Fenglei, and others.
Of the five great geniuses…
Only Qiu Lingshui remained.
Even now, she trembled in fear, unable to comprehend—
How had Zhang Yang, a man from the Vast Forest, emerged so utterly invincible?
Her voice wavered as she asked:
"Aunt… what realm is Zhang Yang in?"
Qiu Yinong’s deep, ocean-like eyes shimmered with a chilling killing intent.
Never in her life had she felt so humiliated—unable to even crush an ant.
“He is at Level Seven of the Touching Heaven realm.”
She could see through Zhang Yang’s cultivation.
“What?!” Qiu Lingshui shrieked. “How is that possible? When he was in the Vast Forest, he was truly at the Returning to Origin realm, not a suppressed realm! It has only been a month—how could he break through so many realms at once?”
Qiu Yinong’s brows twitched slightly. “Are you certain?”
“Absolutely certain!” Qiu Lingshui affirmed without hesitation.
For the first time, a flicker of astonishment crossed Qiu Yinong’s expression.
From the Returning to Origin realm to Level Seven of the Touching Heaven realm in just one month—even she found it hard to believe.
She prided herself on being the top genius of the Southern Region, advancing at an extraordinary pace—yet it had taken her three years to go from Level One to Level Seven of the Touching Heaven realm.
“This man is dangerous; he must be eradicated as soon as possible.”
Her killing intent sharpened like a blade.
If they knew that Zhang Yang had advanced from Level Ten of the Returning to Origin realm to Level Seven of the Touching Heaven realm in just five days, they would be utterly speechless.
One man had defeated the entire generation of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land.
Like a tempest, he had swept through Mo City, his influence spreading at an alarming pace.
After this battle, the name of the Battle God completely eclipsed that of the Con Artist, igniting a massive uproar.
The Sword Saint of the Eastern Domain, Lu Changkong, had appeared, preventing Zhang Yang from completely overshadowing the Southern Region—yet even so, his name spread far and wide.
The ripple effects were inevitable.
The Vast Forest was once again the topic of heated debate.
Many believed that the Southern Region’s power structure would soon shatter.
The Vast Forest was on the rise.
Yet, not all voices hailed Zhang Yang as a legend.
Some warned that he was too sharp, his rise too swift, making him a prime target for powerful adversaries.
They predicted relentless suppression—that Zhang Yang might not even make it out of Mo City alive.
Emotions ran high.
Among them, the calmest of all was the Seventh Prince.
Ever since he had become a world-destroying demon, he had realized that his combat power had transcended the understanding of ordinary people.
Even the so-called great geniuses of the Southern Region—if they were within the same Great Realm, even if they had two or three Minor Realm advantages—he was still absolutely confident in his ability to crush them.
Let alone Zhang Yang, whom he still couldn’t bring himself to defeat.
Yet, despite his overwhelming power, the Seventh Prince couldn’t fathom why Zhang Yang was so formidable.
He was a world-destroying demon. But what was Zhang Yang?
His thoughts drifted to Lu Changkong, the Sword Saint of the Eastern Domain.
“Lu Changkong… I’ve heard you took in a disciple in the Southern Region. I wonder if it’s true. If it is, I will have him join the Demon Slayer Team.”
“Everyone believes the Demon Slayer Team exists to eliminate challengers to the Southern Region’s established order. But little do they know… the Demon Slayer Team is my instrument of power. I will use them to control the Southern Region in the future.”
“Jiang Chao is dead, that’s good.”
“The more reckless you become, Zhang Yang, the better. I will use you to eliminate those I wish to remove, strengthen the Demon Slayer Team, and ultimately destroy you.”
“Then, I will rise to unparalleled heights.”
“Go ahead—cause all the chaos you desire.”
A sinister grin spread across the Seventh Prince’s face.
Without another word, he returned to the Nightstone Mine to continue his cultivation.
At Moonview Tower, Yi Ren Zui, having secured a resounding victory, took the initiative to invite Zhang Yang to a public celebration.
Her gesture sparked subtle reactions—
Was this a sign that Moonview Tower recognized Zhang Yang?
Only a handful of Saint-level forces existed in the Southern Region. If one of them acknowledged someone, it could mark the beginning of a shift in the established hierarchy.
Of course, not everyone was convinced.
Compared to Qiu Yuwan of Embrace Moon Tower, Yi Ren Zui was merely the daughter of the Third Elder of Moonview Tower. It was difficult for her to represent the will of Moonview Tower as a whole.
But Zhang Yang saw it differently.
If Embrace Moon Tower no longer interfered in Mo City, then within Mo City, no one could rival Yi Ren Zui.
Working with her meant having an extra set of eyes and ears—bringing immeasurable benefits.
On the ninth floor of Moonview Tower, no guests were permitted.
Only one table was set, flanked by two rows of stunning maidservants.
Zhang Yang sat across from Yi Ren Zui.
"Is all this really necessary?" he asked, smiling.
Yi Ren Zui smiled faintly. "I am not like Qiu Yuwan. For her, a gamble is merely a means to bide her time and seek an opportunity for a comeback. But for me… if I lose, there may be no second chance."
Her gaze was steady as she continued, "Brother Zhang, do you realize the magnitude of the risk I took in this battle? My entire future was at stake."
Zhang Yang chuckled. "Fortunately, you backed the right horse."
She raised her wine glass.
"Shall we celebrate in grand style?"
Zhang Yang lifted his own glass. "Thank you for your bold gamble."
A gamble of such magnitude signified immense trust.
In that moment, a subtle yet undeniable bond was forged between them.
"Congratulations on your resounding victory, Zhang the Battle God!" Yi Ren Zui declared.
Zhang Yang laughed heartily. He adored the title of Battle God.
They both drained their glasses in one go, leaving not a drop behind. The maidservants refilled their glasses—twice more.
The night had just begun.
Three large cups were more than enough to satisfy.
Gradually, their initial excitement began to wane.
Sensing the shift in atmosphere, Yi Ren Zui hinted at the possibility of further cooperation.
Zhang Yang’s response was straightforward.
“As long as you’re not worried about being dragged down by me, I wholeheartedly agree.”
This great victory, however, also heralded a more terrifying disaster looming on the horizon.
The Great Xia Empire had publicly crushed ten Great Xia Martial Lord Seals—a blatant declaration of their fury. They would never tolerate such an affront, especially when coupled with the Mo family massacre, the assassination of Mo Fei, and the hanging of the concubine’s guard at the palace gates—all of which would be pinned on him.
The Golden Cauldron Sacred Land had suffered an even greater humiliation—their Son had been slaughtered, an entire generation left in ruins. What a profound disgrace!
And while the Ziyang Sacred Land appeared unaffected on the surface, they too had been implicated in the previous incident with the Demon Slayer Team.
Thus, the three major Saint-level forces behind the Demon Slayer Team were bound to strike back with even greater ferocity.
“From the moment of your great victory, the Moonview Tower is entirely under my control.”
Yi Ren Zui’s radiant smile held a hint of triumph.
“And as long as the Saints do not interfere, there is ample room for cooperation.”
Zhang Yang’s eyes flickered with interest.
“How do you propose we cooperate?”
Yi Ren Zui leaned forward slightly. “Are you familiar with the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins?”
Zhang Yang nodded. He had heard Xue Feishuang mention it before.
“The Daybreak Phoenix Ruins open on the fifth day of the fifth month each year,” she explained. “It is a grand gathering for the young, filled with boundless opportunities. I need your help in securing a particularly crucial opportunity there. In return, I will provide you with all the intelligence you need before you leave Mo City.”
Zhang Yang pondered for a moment before promptly agreeing.
He, too, had an interest in the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.
Though it was not as vast as the Vast Forest, it held its own unique allure. Venturing there felt like a dragon returning to the sea—an environment where he could truly thrive.
They toasted once more, sealing their agreement with a drink.
Without delay, Yi Ren Zui handed him a crucial piece of intelligence.
“Liu Feijue and Liu Feikong left the Blackstone Arena together. Someone saw them conversing happily.”
