Chapter 47
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Chapter 47: Too Stingy
Boom!
Under the overwhelming force of Eight Divine Powers, how could the demon sword possibly withstand the impact?
In this unique environment of the Vast Forest, nothing had yet appeared that could endure Zhang Yang’s full-force attack at the sixth level of the Returning to Origin realm.
The demon sword was no exception.
It shattered on the spot.
However, the fragments that scattered did not remain solid. Instead, they transformed into strands of Demon Intent—still retaining the shape of the sword—but they were immediately confronted by the furious Baxiang Divine Fire.
The fire erupted.
The Baxiang Divine Fire was capable of burning all things.
And in Zhang Yang’s irritable state, the flames surged even more violently, instantly incinerating the remnants of Demon Intent until nothing remained.
Then, he turned.
His gaze locked onto the Demon Warlord, who stood miles away.
Lifting his hand, he pointed directly at him and roared:
“You actually dared to let me get hurt… to make me bleed…!”
But the moment he caught sight of the small cut on his arm, his indescribable rage lessened slightly.
The wound was so small that it had already scabbed over. His body’s rapid healing process had nearly erased all traces of injury, and with it, his anger gradually subsided.
Now composed, he recalled the thirty-seven war statues he had encountered at Wolf God Mountain. His tone shifted.
“You people from the Demon Sword Forbidden Area can come back if you have the ability.”
“The Ghostly Divine Platform has war statues too. Come on, bring some over and see if they can withstand my hits.”
The Demon Warlord’s eyes turned as cold as ice, and his figure began to fade.
“Don’t go! You can send techniques similar to war statues; I promise I won’t steal them.”
“Really, I promise I won’t steal.”
Zhang Yang waved his hand vigorously.
The only reply he received was the Demon Warlord’s icy, ruthless words:
“The Demon Sword Guards will definitely kill you.”
Then, he vanished.
Only his cold voice lingered in the air.
Too Stingy!
Zhang Yang felt deeply displeased.
Look at how generous the Ghostly Divine Platform was—with thirty-seven war statues!
Then look at the Demon Sword Forbidden Area—stingy! Too stingy!
Zhang Yang grumbled, “How can there be such a big difference between forbidden areas?”
Unwilling to accept it, he searched through the ruins of the Diamond Temple but found nothing.
Regarding the Demon Sword Forbidden Area’s stinginess, he could only sigh. However, once he calmed down, he recalled the recent events and felt a renewed sense of puzzlement.
If Yang Shilong’s attack had made him furious before, and if Xue Feishuang’s "death" had driven him to madness, then why had this injury provoked such a strong sense of shame—as though he had been wounded by a renowned sage?
The feeling was unsettling.
That was a sage!
Could it be that some deep-rooted disdain for sages had been awakened within him? Or was it some unknown factor in his bloodline?
Moreover, whenever he became enraged, his combat power seemed to surge significantly.
He pondered this for a long time but could not understand. Instead, he was left with a deeper confusion about his own bloodline.
Lost Again
Finally, shaking his head, he decided to leave. He mounted the Ironback Blue Bull and looked around blankly.
“Is it that way?”
“Moo!”
He pointed to the left, while the bull looked to the right.
A pair of lost wanderers—completely directionless.
“How about we keep going in big circles?” Zhang Yang suggested.
The Ironback Blue Bull agreed.
After all, one was fearless, and the other was fast.
A foolish plan was still a plan.
And so, the Ironback Blue Bull began running around the Diamond Temple, the circles growing larger and larger.
They ran countless laps, and suddenly, Zhang Yang stopped the bull, pointing at an ancient phoenix tree ahead and laughing.
“Look! Last time, when we couldn’t find the way southwest, we left a mark. Let’s follow that mark forward—it’s where the Demon Slayer Team set a trap for us. That’s the southwest direction!”
The Ironback Blue Bull took off running.
Within just a few breaths, they arrived at the edge of the forest, precisely in the southwest.
“From here, we just go straight ahead. This time, we mustn’t change direction,” Zhang Yang said.
The Ironback Blue Bull nodded confidently.
However, they weren’t moving fast enough and kept glancing back to check if they had strayed off course.
After a while, Zhang Yang frowned.
“I think you’re off course.”
The Ironback Blue Bull shook its head, insisting it was not.
And just like that, the man and the bull started to argue.
An Unexpected Encounter
“Quiet!”
Zhang Yang raised his finger, listening intently, then pointed ahead to the right.
They both stared into the distance.
Before long, a figure rushed toward them.
It was none other than Yun Luofeng.
Without waiting for instructions, the Ironback Blue Bull let out a roar and charged forward, blocking Yun Luofeng’s path.
Startled and nearly scared out of his wits, Yun Luofeng stumbled backward and fell to the ground.
“How could you possibly know I was going this way?” he exclaimed.
Zhang Yang stood tall and snorted.
“Because I am incredibly clever.”
Yun Luofeng stammered, then sighed in frustration.
“If I had known, I would have gone back to the Demon Slayer Team instead of leaving.”
Zhang Yang smirked.
“I knew it—you got scared silly and didn’t dare to stay here.”
Hanging his head, Yun Luofeng admitted bitterly, “I give up. I am completely convinced.”
“Once you accept it, you must resign yourself to your fate,” Zhang Yang said.
“Let’s go back to the Howling Wolf Palace.”
The Ironback Blue Bull playfully kicked Yun Luofeng, nudging him forward.
Grumbling, Yun Luofeng got up and trudged ahead.
Zhang Yang and the Ironback Blue Bull exchanged disdainful glances—the route Yun Luofeng was taking was completely different from what they had initially planned.
But with a guide, the journey became much easier.
Howling Wolf Palace
After nearly an hour, the familiar silhouette of the Howling Wolf Palace appeared in the distance.
The moment Yun Luofeng stepped inside, he knew trouble awaited him.
His eyes locked onto a familiar figure standing not far away.
It was none other than the current deputy commander of the Snow Guards—Ling Yue!
Since Ling Yue and Xu Li had become Chi Zhenyi’s disciples, gaining life essence and Fire True Spirits, they had undergone significant changes. After rigorous training under Chi Zhenyi and refinement in the Skyfire Pill Furnace, both had been promoted to deputy commanders.
The commander was naturally Yuluan, though she typically left most matters to those two.
“Yun Luofeng!”
Ling Yue charged at him with fierce intent.
“I’m a prisoner! You can’t mistreat prisoners!” Yun Luofeng protested, fear evident in his voice.
With a single kick, Ling Yue struck.
A sickening crack echoed from Yun Luofeng’s groin.
He immediately collapsed, convulsed a few times, and fainted.
Someone hurriedly stepped forward to provide treatment.
Ling Yue turned to Zhang Yang and explained his actions.
It turned out that Yun Luofeng was a notorious playboy in the Great Xia Empire, infamous for wronging many women. Ling Yue had originally wanted to teach him a lesson, but in doing so, he had been captured along with members of the Yun family. Fortunately, he had been saved by Xue Feishuang.
“Then help him recover first—then go castrate him,” Zhang Yang said.
Ling Yue beamed with joy.
Half-conscious, Yun Luofeng let out a mournful wail before fainting again.
This was just a minor incident.
A Gift for Xue Feishuang
Zhang Yang instructed the Ironback Blue Bull to seek out the Golden Ape King and learn how to avoid getting lost, while he set off to find Xue Feishuang.
He had prepared a drop of saint’s blood for her.
His own bloodline was too special. Chi Zhenyi had warned him never to contaminate it with any other blood, so he couldn’t use it himself.
Snow Palace
At the entrance of the Snow Palace, Yuluan stood guard.
The entire palace was shrouded in a faint, almost imperceptible glow, a special forbidden law that prevented outsiders from spying or eavesdropping.
“Yuluan, I want to see Sister.”
“What for?”
“I have good news.”
“Hmph! You only think of Sister when there’s good news?”
“Of course, I thought of you too! Don’t you see? Do you know what this is?” He pulled out a small porcelain bottle.
Yuluan glanced at it, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “What?”
Zhang Yang whispered, “Saint’s blood. Purified.”
“What? Saint’s—”
Yuluan gasped, but before she could shout, Zhang Yang quickly covered her mouth.
“Don’t yell. No one knows about this yet. I just got it and haven’t told anyone. I was planning to share it with you and Sister.”
Yuluan’s eyes widened, her breathing quickening.
A drop of purified saint’s blood—she knew exactly what it meant.
While Yuluan was undoubtedly talented, within the Great Xia Empire—and even the Southern Region—she was merely ordinary. But if she could refine it with saint’s blood, she could defy the odds and rise to great heights.
“Why don’t you use it? Don’t you realize you’d be even stronger? The stronger you are, the safer we will be,” Yuluan said excitedly, grabbing Zhang Yang’s ear. “Next time, take it for yourself first. Understand?”
Zhang Yang felt warmth in his heart. Smiling, he replied, “Chi Zhenyi said my bloodline is too special. Even saint’s blood could contaminate it.”
Yuluan’s eyes sparkled as she pondered aloud, “Then… once your bloodline awakens, wouldn’t your blood be even better than saint’s blood?”
Zhang Yang suddenly realized that Yuluan’s smile resembled that of a mischievous demon.
