It's likely that the other party and all of his Demon Pets also want to et Celestial Cyan Porcelain to get so information.
You should know, the mission to explore above the Mountain Realm's Dark Clouds was set in stone long ago, but it's been on hold ever since.
This just goes to show how hard it is to invite the Seven Saints of Great Xia.
Honestly, you can't bla them for putting on airs or having a big ego.
Because it's not a matter of "having no ti"—it's about not daring to "give in to mortal impulses"!
Unless the entire Great Xia is facing destruction, only when it gets to that level of disaster would the Seven Saints possibly erge.
Otherwise...
What's the point of coming out?
To beco the next Cheng Feng?
It's not just being irresponsible to themselves—it's being irresponsible to the entire realm!
Once soone drops in rank, the top power of the Great Xia Realm gets that much weaker.
And after dropping rank, it's very likely to stir discontent within their own Saint-level·Demon Pets!
Not to put too fine a point on it: every Human Race Demon Taming Saint is really an unstable ti bomb.
They can blow up the enemy—or destroy us as well.
So, the Seven Saints of Great Xia really don't have much choice.
Funny, when you think about it,
All of the countless Demon Tars in Great Xia, the thing they chase all their lives, is actually to beco soone with no freedom...
"Phew~"
Beneath the Mountain Fire Saber, Yang Qingqing swept away the flas covering her, then strode forward.
Du Yu was cultivating underground just fifty ters away.
On the one hand, he couldn't handle the roasting from the Mountain Fire Saber's flas—and on the other, the separated Mountain Fire Blade Soul would sotis act up and bother Du Yu.
They say it's easier to bargain with King Yama than with minor ghosts.
Du Yu could raise a toast to the Mountain Fire Saber's main body, but those miniature Blade Souls... hmm, if they felt like hacking at Du Yu, they wouldn't hesitate~
"Hmm?" Yang Qingqing's brows knit slightly, but she didn't stop walking.
Because of the Mountain Fire Saber's presence, the Fire Demon Breath fluctuations around here were pretty violent.
But she keenly sensed that, hidden in this peculiar environnt, Du Yu's location was also the source of so wild Demon Breath fluctuations.
Yang Qingqing suddenly stopped and looked down at the scorched ground under her feet.
Two ters below her was right where her disciple was bitterly cultivating—and was the source of the other surge of Demon Breath, besides the Mountain Fire Saber.
Yang Qingqing hesitated for a mont, then sent out her Demon Soul, letting it slowly sink underground.
"Qing, Master Qing." Du Yu was curled up in the little cellar, stamring with his words.
Demon Soul Yang Qingqing reached out and placed her palm gently on Du Yu's head. "Demon Pet's advancing?"
That level of Demon Breath fluctuation should be a General-level Demon Beast, not just Du Yu, this Great Demon Tar.
Du Yu: "Bai, Bai Yujing, breakthrough, Demon General."
Demon Soul Yang Qingqing understood and sent a ssage with her mind: "Relax and break through."
After that, her Demon Soul withdrew swiftly, floated upward, and reentered at the woman's feet.
"Phew~" Yang Qingqing sat down where she was, her long skirt flowing out with waves of scorching heat, unfurling in all directions.
The Demon Breath Battle Robe covering her skirt also spread over the area right above Du Yu, guarding him.
She felt equal parts joy and worry inside.
Her disciple's Demon Pet was advancing, and to General-level at that; as a master, of course Yang Qingqing was proud of Du Yu.
The problem was, Bai Yujing sure picked an awkward ti to break through.
Great Xia Seven Saints·Clear Horizon was about to arrive.
There's even a rhy making the rounds about the Seven Saints of Great Xia.
Elder Cheng Feng is in the saying: "Blazing Fire Thunderstorm Chengfeng Halberd, Ink Dance Clear Frost Celestial Saber."
And the one of the Seven Saints here for this mission is in: "Light Clouds and Gentle Wind, without a trace."
Elder Feng is a Saint among Saints—his personal history and résumé could be described as "witness to the tides of history."
"Zzz!"
Suddenly, an eerie sound ripped through the air—like it had torn space itself.
Yang Qingqing instinctively looked up.
She saw that midair, a crack had been ripped open?
Wind Demon Breath surged violently, instantly overwhelming the domain of Fire Demon Breath.
Near the fissure, every elent was in total upheaval.
It was as if this world had glitched and a hole had been forcefully torn open?
"Mountain Fire, this is a senior from the Human Race I invited," Yang Qingqing quickly said to the Mountain Fire Saber via Contract.
"Buzz!" Mountain Fire Saber vibrated intensely—it didn't strike, but its flas burned even fiercer!
Clearly, this Holy Grade Demon Soldier sensed danger.
An extrely dangerous presence!
Yang Qingqing's heart tightened too; she hadn't expected the other party to arrive so quickly.
Director Shu had literally just notified them that Elder Feng had accepted the assignnt…
But he'd already ripped through space to barge straight into the Mountain Fire Blade Realm?
It was obvious— the Seven Saints of Great Xia truly can't get away lightly!
Once they choose to co out, they wish they could finish the task in the very next mont and then rush back to their cultivation.
Suddenly, a breeze whipped out of the fissure, rapidly coalescing into shape.
The tear in the air, like a wound, quickly healed over.
And above Yang Qingqing's head appeared a tall, slender man in a white long robe.
What was unexpected was that the man looked very young, not even mid-thirties.
For soone at the Demon Taming Saint level, he almost seed too young…
The man had long flowing hair, striking features, and an extraordinary aura.
The strange thing was, though he stood right in front of Yang Qingqing, his body seed ethereal, as if he might drift away with the wind at any mont.
"Elder Feng." Yang Qingqing stood and greeted him respectfully.
"Hello." The man surnad Feng smiled gently and nodded.
His face was kind, his smile affable.
As if that reality-tearing show of force a mont ago hadn't even been his doing.
"Demonic Friend…" Feng Wuheng lowered his gaze to Yang Qingqing's feet, clearly sensing the creature advancing below.
Demonic Friend?
Now that's an interesting way to address soone.
Yang Qingqing was just about to say sothing when she suddenly felt a tremor from below!
A raging ring of fire exploded outwards, but mixed in that fire was even more Wind Demon Breath!
Yang Qingqing quickly took a step back.
At the sa ti, Du Yu's head slowly poked up from underground.
He gazed up at the dashing, elegant, ancient-style man in front of him and asked in his mind, "Him?"
Little Fen Yang whispered, "Mhm, that's him!
Such an amazing human, even stronger than the one with the severed arm~"
Even surpasses Elder Cheng Feng?
Du Yu naturally trusted Little Fen Yang's judgnt.
What's more, this youthful uncle in front of him—his figure unpredictable—just looking at him, you could tell he was a powerhouse!
But, the guy didn't have any of that oppressive aura strong people usually give off. Du Yu didn't feel afraid at all.
Hm… pretty interesting, huh?
"Eh?" Deep in observation, Du Yu suddenly felt himself being grabbed.
Behind him, Yang Qingqing bent down, grabbed Du Yu by the neck, and hauled him straight out of the ground.
She softly reminded him, "This is Elder Feng, one of the Seven Saints of Great Xia: Feng Wuheng."
Feng as a surna?
That's pretty rare.
Du Yu clasped his fists with proper manners and greeted, "Junior Du Yu, greetings Elder Feng."
Feng Wuheng smiled. "Getting to et Demonic Friend Du today is truly my own honor."
"Heh~ I dare not claim that, I dare not," Du Yu quickly waved his hands. "Senior, just call Xiaodu."
Feng Wuheng: "Since you've set out on the path of Demon Taming like , we share the sa ambition. Naturally, we address each other as Demonic Friend."
Du Yu nodded thoughtfully—so it's kind of like calling soone 'Daoist Friend'?
Only, Du Yu was a bit puzzled: "Elder Feng, you look so young—barely in your thirties? Why do you call yourself 'this old man'?"
"Pa!"
A pale, jade-like hand landed squarely on Du Yu's back.
This palm even made Du Yu's hair stand on end, like he might suddenly bristle up.
Yang Qingqing apologized, "Elder Feng, this disciple Yu is a bit… unruly…"
"No worries." Feng Wuheng smiled and shook his head softly, then sighed, "Thirty-sothing, huh…
That was over a hundred years ago."
Du Yu: ???
Yang Qingqing: "..."
She never would have guessed Elder Feng could be so amiable.
In fact, even Yang Qingqing didn't know such details about him.
She only knew that Feng Wuheng had lived a very long ti, but not how many years exactly.
"A hundred and thirty plus?!" Du Yu muttered to himself, tongue-tied in secret.
Well, damn~
How do you still look like you're a young man in your thirties?
Other people drop zeros at the end; you erased the '1' in front?
At this mont, Du Yu saw a vision of his own future.
Of course!
My companions and I, we really can live for ages and ages…
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