Chapter 82

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Chapter 82: If You Are Hit, Hit Back!

Heading south from the outer sea, cutting straight through the mist, one could reach the Demon Realm.

The sky over this continent always seemed covered by mist, especially in winter. Other than the air turning particularly cold, nine days out of ten were gloomy with low-hanging clouds, making it dark and difficult to find sunlight. The entire cold and desolate city of Han Yuan appeared bleak and lonely.

Since last night, it started snowing around Cold Abyss City, and all the demon cultivators who went out hunting for winter returned to the city. There was no sound of people, only crows and sparrows chirping on the branches.

One foot stepped on the heavy snow, leaving deep footprints.

The handsome young man walking on the snowy ground looked extremely pale, as if he could faint at any moment.

However, whenever he felt his consciousness fading, the man behind him casually touched him, causing a moment of soulful pain that woke him up, making even fainting seem like a luxury.

The demon cultivators guarding the city, wearing armor and wielding weapons, prepared to stop these two strangers. However, Mo You expressionlessly took out a token and showed it, causing the guards’ faces to change drastically. They opened the heavy iron city gate, knelt respectfully, and led him inside.

Dao Jie glanced around, sneered, and exclaimed, "They are all just ants, thinking there is a hierarchy. It’s ridiculous."

He didn’t mean to belittle anyone, but simply expressed his amazement, as if he was really watching a group of ants crawling around, feeling neither murderous nor compassionate, just finding it interesting.

Mo You, feeling anger hidden in his eyes, clenched his back teeth for a long time before suppressing his resentment and numbly said, "We’re here. You can rest and heal here. I’ll go find medicine for you."

The palace they arrived at was newly built within the city for Mo You by the Lord of the Cold Abyss City. Currently, being attended to in the hall were black clothed guards from the Black Snake Tribe, all loyal to Mo You. Seeing him heavily injured, they quickly sent for someone to treat him.

Mo You said expressionlessly, "No need, let them go check on the elder in the hall first."

Dao Jie had been vomiting a lot of blood along the way, and Mo You, with his strong soul, could keenly sense that the pressure on him had weakened a lot. Probably his injuries were really serious, right?

Mo You’s eyes flickered slightly, looking at the guard in front, he discreetly motioned towards him.

His voice was extremely soft, "Inform the Lord of the Cold Abyss City, as well as the other experts in Transmigration in the city, to come here for this elder… to receive treatment."

As the last two words were spoken, a faint flush of red appeared on his pale face, finally showing some spirit.

However, as soon as the guard stood up to carry out the order and before he could leave the door, a sudden golden light shot out from deep within the hall. The guard widened his eyes, not yet aware of what was happening, and his body suddenly burst open, turning into a mist of blood.

Warm blood splattered on his face, but Mo You’s heart turned cold along with it.

He looked up, his eyes obscurely glaring into the hall, feeling a sense of humiliation from the depths of his soul, making him furious and resentful to the extreme, yet unable to resist.

At this moment, Dao Jie still maintained his lazy and rude sitting posture, his hand resting on the soft animal skin. He moved his index finger slightly, and Mo You outside the hall was choked by an invisible force, dragged to his feet in a sorry state.

"You asked me to come, and now that I’m here, you want to kill me?" Dao Jie circled his finger, and Mo You’s soul was painfully pulled out of his body, causing him to howl in agony.

"You lower-class people from the mortal realm never understand the vast difference between you and the upper realm." Dao Jie looked at him with disdain, pointing to the sky, "In the upper realm, there are no mere mortals; everyone can cultivate. Your so-called geniuses who can live a hundred years and form a baby, in the upper realm, they are just ordinary individuals. As for the Ascension Realm that you lower-class people chase after all your lives, in the upper realm, they are as common as dogs, everywhere."

"Ascending is just the beginning of cultivation. Beyond that is the realm of immortals, and above that, there is the Tao Realm."

Dao Jie pointed with his index finger, and Mo You’s soul was slowly pulled out, struggling to gather back together. Tired of playing, Dao Jie let go and sneered, "You ignorant frogs at the bottom of the well who have never seen the true sky, do you finally realize how insignificant you are?"

Mo You’s soul was on the verge of dispersing, and Dao Jie’s words dealt him the final blow.

He always thought he was the most ambitious and visionary person under the sky. Starting with his ancestors, they only aimed to make the Black Snake Tribe the strongest in the Demon Realm. Those with greater ambitions only thought of invading the four continents to plunder resources and become the ruler of the cultivation world. They didn’t even dare to dream of dominating the entire realm.

Mo You was different; he wanted to use the resources of the entire realm to ascend and achieve true eternal freedom. For this, he made great sacrifices and paid a hefty price, even willing to sacrifice the entire Demon Realm.

Yet at this moment, Dao Jie said that ascending was just a very ordinary thing? And that what he had been striving for was merely the starting point for others’ cultivation?

His mind wandered for a moment, and Xie Mian took the opportunity to seize control of his body.

Xie Mian just woke up to see Dao Jie sitting right in front of him. He was surprised for a moment, then quickly knelt down respectfully and thanked, "Thank you, Supreme Immortal, for bringing me back to the Demon Realm."

Dao Jie immediately recognized this as another person. He didn’t mind the relationship between these two, but having someone more obedient to serve him would be more comfortable, especially if this person seemed to know more.

He waved at Xie Mian and asked, "In this broken world, there are people who have grasped the laws of the heavens and earth. What about the Qingliu Sword Sect’s Wen…?"

"Wen Yun," Xie Mian gently reminded of the name, then obediently knelt in front of Dao Jie, adding, "Although this world is broken, in recent years, there have been many exceptionally talented individuals. Since Supreme Immortal, if you plan to rest here for a while, why not let me bring those people here for you to verify if they have understood the laws of the heavens and earth?"

Dao Jie was pleased with this attitude, he laughed heartily and complimented casually, "You are even smarter than the dog I raised when I was a kid."

Xie Mian’s fingers hidden in his sleeve trembled, a sense of humiliation and hidden pain began to spread wildly in his chest, but the coldness of the ground in the hall quickly dissipated this heat.

Despite the discomfort, his pleasing smile on his face remained unaltered, and he continued sincerely, "To follow Supreme Immortal and witness the vast world, I am willing to serve you faithfully."

In the evening, the snow fell heavier.

Upon hearing Mo You’s return in Cold Abyss City, everyone hurried to the palace with loyal followers, only to find that the Demon Lord had changed his physical form again, but the chilling aura remained, which helped them recognize him.

They already knew about Mo You’s ability to possess others, so this time they didn’t dare to say much, just bowed fearfully to the mysterious and handsome young man in dark clothing.

Xie Mian looked coldly at the group of demon cultivators and calmly said, "Gather the troops and prepare to invade the four continents."

This sentence is very simple, you don’t even need to think about its meaning. But when the Lord of the Cold Abyss City heard this command, he hesitated and said, "Demon Lord, many tribes have already been sent to the outer sea towards the four continents, they have not returned…"

Xie Mian’s expression remained gentle, with a hint of a smile on his face.

He knew that many demon tribes had been sent to the outer sea, but they were not headed to the four continents. Instead, their souls were devoured by Mo You and buried at the bottom of the outer sea.

Just like the 274 people from the Xie Family, none of them survived.

The Lord of the Cold Abyss City felt that today’s Demon Lord seemed a bit better than usual, so he boldly continued, "Also, the Demon Realm is facing a harsh winter, with limited resources for basic needs. It may be difficult to continue distant expeditions across the sea."

Xie Mian interrupted him, saying, "No worries, we have a celestial being to help us now."

He respectfully bowed to those in the hall, and then to the stunned Lord of the Cold Abyss City and others, he said, "With the celestial being’s help, we will unite the Demon Realm. What is there to fear? Do you want to disappoint our ancestors’ expectations?"

Inside the palace, Dao Jie seemed to hear the words and laughed heartily. The Lord of the Cold Abyss City and others heard the voice from inside, instantly overwhelmed by the pressure, feeling both fearful and thrilled.

This level of cultivation! Could this be a real immortal?

Could it be that the Demon Realm is really going to rise again?

Fight, fight! It would be great if both the Demon Realm and the people of the Four Continents perish.

If all the people from the Xie Family are dead, why do you still deserve to live?

Xie Mian looked at the ridiculous scene of everyone inside the palace worshipping and kowtowing frantically, slightly turned his head and looked at the sky outside the palace.

Snow was falling again at some point, fluttering down, carried by the wind and landing on Xie Mian’s dark hair.

The young man adjusted the animal skin on his body, his pale face partly covered by soft fur, his pitch-black eyebrows and eyes extremely beautiful, resembling his original appearance, as if he had returned to the West Continent Xie Family and become the once elegant and unmatched Xie Family Young Master again.

Xie Mian thought, in fact, how similar he is now to Mo You, no wonder they are entangled together.

They are all the same, only caring about their own life and death.

*

"Oh, it’s snowing."

Just as Wen Yun returned to the courtyard, she felt something cold land on her face. When she looked up at the sky, she saw that snowflakes were falling gently, and she exclaimed in surprise.

Normally, there is no winter in the Southern Continent or Blizzard Island. Snow is even rarer… The last time it snowed was a hundred years ago, when a fairy on Blizzard Island cast a snow spell, which amazed the mortals.

With snow falling again, the city suddenly became lively. People, whether ordinary folk or practitioners, stepped out of their homes and smiled as they watched the snowflakes flutter down, regardless of their status.

The scene was very beautiful, but Ye Shubai’s brow remained furrowed the whole time.

Wen Yun, in sync with him, immediately sensed that something was amiss. She said, "Could this snow be suspicious?"

"This snow isn’t from a spell," he said briefly, then asked quietly, "Wen Yun, do you remember what Dao Jie said?"

She never vague about important things and accurately understood the meaning behind Ye Shubai’s words, "He said that this world will collapse and disintegrate after a thousand years, becoming a true wasteland."

"The unusual signs of heaven and earth indicate the decline of energy in this world, showing a gradual path towards extinction." Immortal Su Yuan stepped out from the courtyard at an unknown time, holding a sword in his right hand, with a dignified expression. If he didn’t have a piece of candy in his left hand heading towards his mouth, he would really have the demeanor of a fairy.

Wen Yun saw that his complexion seemed better and cheerfully asked, "Senior, have you recovered?"

She spoke with a chilling air, pulling out the dragon bone wand, eager to try it out, seeming to have the intention of launching a surprise attack across the sea right now.

Immortal Su Yuan smiled approvingly, "You, little girl, have the aura of a sword cultivator."

They all love to fight the same way.

However, he changed the subject and said in a deep voice, "These days, Dongxuan World has been using a strand of my soul as bait to track my whereabouts. Once I use the power of the world, my location will be exposed. I’m afraid we’ll have to wait a few more days."

Wen Yun could only disappointedly put away her magic wand. With Immortal Su Yuan taking all the dried plums from the newly bought box, her disappointment was even more obvious on her face.

After Immortal Su Yuan slowly walked back to the courtyard to recuperate, Ye Shubai quietly took a few steps closer to her and handed her many snacks from the space bag, saying, "There’s still more here."

Wen Yun wasn’t interested in snacks at the moment, she sighed while holding her wand, "I hold grudges, that sneaky Xie Mian is still alive, it bothers me."

Pausing for a moment, she cautiously added, "Perhaps a picture book now could comfort my soul?"

In the end, she couldn’t get the corrupted master’s picture book. Ye Shubai was very principled on this issue, as well as very aware of his role as a master, he managed it very strictly.

However, Wen Yun just casually mentioned it, after all, the situation was tense now, there were indeed many things to be busy with, she really didn’t have time to study that book.

Currently, Qian Lishen is leading the disciples of Blizzard Island to set up defensive formations on various coastal islands. Wen Yun and Ye Shubai were also not idle, after settling the injured Immortal Su Yuan, they rushed to help.

Their first stop was the large island where the refugees were settled, which was the branch island of The Tenth Peak.

As soon as the two landed on their swords, two small figures flew over on their swords from not far away. Perhaps due to just practicing the Sword Control Art recently, they only floated about a yard high before awkwardly falling to the ground, then in embarrassment they dragged their swords and ran towards them.

Wen Yun smiled as she watched, aren’t these two kids Shen Xinghai’s disciples?

After not seeing each other for a few months, they unexpectedly had the cultivation of the Qi Refining Stage, and they were no longer just wearing animal skins around their lower bodies like before in the Demon Realm, but were decently dressed in white clothes like the Qingliu Sword Sect disciples. It seemed Shen Xinghai had them dressed in the sect’s attire, along with swords of similar height, giving them the air of young sword cultivators.

"Elder Ye, warm Martial Uncle!"

Blackstone ran very fast, hurriedly bowed to greet Wen Yun, and with bright eyes asked, "Has our master gone to find you first? A’xiu and I waited for a long time but didn’t see him return. Is he coming back to pick us up this time?"

The innocent question from the child instantly reminded Wen Yun of Shen Xinghai’s current situation where his cultivation was completely destroyed. She felt a heavy heart, but it was not appropriate to speak of such a cruel matter in front of the child. She pretended to be calm, patted Blackstone’s head gently, and said, "Your master is currently handling affairs within the sect and got delayed, so he asked me to look after you. Have you both been practicing well on the island?"

A’xiu struggled to hold the sword in his arms and sternly declared, "We cultivators must strive against the heavens. A day without practice is considered a failure, so we dare not be lax!"

Wen Yun, "…"

Ye Shubai, "…"

This strange tone could easily be recognized as someone’s disciple.

After sharing some snacks with the two young sword cultivators, Wen Yun and Ye Shubai swiftly moved on, setting up formations around the island.

"I have made some improvements to the formations, using the power of the heavens and earth as a foundation for the setup."

Wen Yun used a wand as a pen, hovering above the sea. The wand tip faintly gleamed with golden light, representing the power of nature. As the wand moved, golden lines fell into the sea, forming invisible forces that began to create a formation.

Ye Shubai listened very attentively, his eyes closely following where Wen Yun’s wand fell, his wooden sword moving along with it.

The little fire dragon lazily flew out, flapping its small wings laboriously on the side, and said to Ye Shubai, "I know a bit about formations. If you kneel down and ask me nicely, I might be able to give you some advice…"

Before finishing speaking, Ye Shubai pulled out a beautiful gem, worth a grade medium spiritual jade.

The boastful little fire dragon quickly swallowed it, flattering and saying, "Dad! You’re amazing! Come, let me teach you to draw!"

After setting up a defensive formation, Wen Yun looked at Ye Shubai and exclaimed, "You actually combined magic with spiritual power in one formation?"

Though the two weren’t truly merged, they somehow complemented each other, giving off a hint of the power of nature, emitting a soft golden light.

Ye Shubai modestly replied, "Little Hong helped me draw it."

He had some understanding of magic now and could combine the two on his own, but he was calm and humble, not wanting to compete for credit with Little Hong.

He felt that the magic he used to strengthen his soul was starting to mix with the spiritual power that strengthens his body, and if he improved a little more, he might be able to harness the power of heaven and earth.

It’s funny to think that the existence of magic in the world of cultivation is all because of Dongxuan World.

They see this world as their own breeding ground, they made up tales of ascension, and for convenience, every time they descend it is through the Dark Heaven Secret Realm, but that land is actually from the upper realm, naturally having the power of heaven and earth.

Without that land, there wouldn’t be The Tenth Peak, Wen Yun wouldn’t be able to use magic in her lifetime, and the truth wouldn’t be revealed today.

This is the mysterious nature of karma.

Ye Shubai was about to tell Wen Yun about this when suddenly a person flew unsteadily over the sea, about to fall into the water before reaching land.

"Little Hong!"

Wen Yun quickly called out, and Little Hong the dragon instantly transformed from a piglet into a large dragon, wings spreading as he flew towards the person, creating huge waves but safely catching them.

The young male cultivator was exhausted, his spiritual power depleted, but when he saw the little fire dragon, he screamed "monster" and almost fainted from fear.

Luckily, at that moment, Wen Yun and Ye Shubai arrived. They helped him up and cast a healing spell on him.

"Friend, what’s wrong with you?"

With the help of the healing spell, although the monk’s spiritual power had not fully recovered, his mind calmed down a lot. He didn’t care about the big monster underneath him anymore. He gasped and said, "I am a messenger sent by the Yu family master. Our scouts have discovered a large group of demon cultivators appearing on the outer sea, heading towards the Four Continents! They may arrive in two days!"

The spiritual power on the large island separating the outer sea from the inner sea was extremely thin, and even messages on jade slips often couldn’t be sent out. No wonder they had to send someone to inform in person. If Yu Jianli wasn’t guarding over there this time, the Four Continents would probably be caught off guard like before!

The demon cultivators probably didn’t expect that the Four Continents would detect their traces so quickly. If they acted now to intercept them, they might seize the initiative!

Ye Shubai waved his hand and settled the Yu family monk on the island, then took off on his flying sword.

Wen Yun also did not hesitate, she pointed her wand and said seriously, "Let’s go!"

Just then, a resounding shout came from the distance, "Taoist Friend Ye, Taoist Friend Wen, wait for us to go together!"

Wen Yun turned around and saw a group of strong and tall monks walking on the sea in the distance, each holding a large knife. The handsome young man at the front shouted angrily, raised his knife, and cut a path through the sea!

"The Jiang family from the East Continent has come to slay demons!"

As the blade struck, his dark clothes couldn’t withstand the powerful spiritual energy, tearing into shreds. His toned muscles looked even stronger under the pounding seawater, resembling a splendid sculpture!

Before Wen Yun could see clearly, Ye Shubai quickly stepped forward, blocking her view.

She had to turn her head, only to notice a group of elegant figures in the distance, each using talismans from Blizzard Island.

As expected, the handsome young man leading the group was Qian Lishen.

Upon recognizing the newcomers as knife cultivators from the Jiang family, the disciples from Blizzard Island turned cold, reflecting the tense atmosphere.

Wen Yun felt a jolt in her heart, fearing the arrival of demon cultivators could spark conflict between the two families. Would history repeat itself from five hundred years ago?

Holding his knife, Jiang Si gazed at Qian Lishen from a distance and said calmly, "Our Jiang family has expelled the demon cultivators from the East Continent. We heard of demons invading the outer sea, seeking to eliminate evil. We hope Taoist Friend Qian can consider the bigger picture."

Qian Lishen stared for a moment before coldly replying, "Do you think I’m here to stop you? We disciples from Blizzard Island are not cowards. We are also prepared to intercept the demon cultivators!"

After the conversation, the atmosphere on both sides eased a lot. They stopped talking and silently headed towards the big island where the Yu family was stationed.

Wen Yun immediately breathed a sigh of relief, followed Ye Shubai while stepping on the Dragon Bone Magic Wand.

Along the way, she couldn’t help but exclaim, "I didn’t expect the older generation of your family to be so corrupt, but the younger generation seems very upright."

Whether it was the Jiang family, Blizzard Island, or the two Supreme Elders of the Qingliu Sword Sect, the older generation of Ye Shubai were all deceitful and evil, deceiving the people for personal gain, causing chaos in the cultivation world. If it were them, when the demon cultivators attacked again, it is likely that each family would only hide in their territory, or plan which family to take advantage of.

However, the younger generation of cultivators are all decent individuals.

Ye Shubai flew his sword side by side with Wen Yun, and softly spoke after hearing her words, "Actually, the older generation like me also conducted themselves properly. The true cultivators with righteous hearts went to the outer sea to fight against the demon cultivators, sacrificing themselves to protect the people, while those who feared death stayed behind to survive, which tarnished the morals of the cultivation world."

His generation actually lived particularly heroically.

At that time, the four continents had fallen, the demon cultivators’ army had spread almost everywhere, and they committed all sorts of atrocities.

The four Transmigration Stage sword cultivators of the Qingliu Sword Sect all perished, the powerful figures and geniuses of various major families and sects tragically died at the hands of the demon cultivators while trying to protect the people. Some young children were only at the Qi Refining Stage, yet bravely stood up to protect their families and were slaughtered by the demon cultivators.

It was snowing heavily at that time, but the Four Continents were not covered in white. Instead, they were dyed blood red.

Wen Yun flew in the air with her Dragon Bone Magic Wand and said seriously, "I don’t cultivate any heart, I just understand one thing."

"Hmm?"

"If you get hit, you have to hit back!"