"Junior Brother Zhang, with the disciples returning this ti and suffering the Celestial Demon Sect’s ambush, what are the losses?"
Sect Leader Su Changkong looked at the Steward of the Foreign Affairs Hall, Qian Feng, his face dark and grim.
"Reporting to Sect Leader, this ti under Liuyun Immortal Sect, we recruited over 2800 disciples from the three kingdoms of Yu, Jin, and Chu. On the way back, we encountered an ambush by the Celestial Demon Sect. Five Foundation Establishnt Stage disciples perished, one is missing, and among the new recruits, 162 survived but 137 are missing!"
Steward Qian Feng of the Foreign Affairs Hall bowed deeply in report.
"Detestable!"
"The ti has co to contact the Righteous Immortal Sects and march into the Demon Evil Sea!"
Su Changkong’s expression was exceedingly grim.
Just then, a streak of fla flew in, tracing an arc and hovering in front of Sect Leader Su Changkong. He reached out and caught it, and imdiately the fire turned into a red light, rging into his brow.
All the elders and peak masters watched Su Changkong attentively.
"This ssage is from Sect Leader Situ of the Golden Talisman Immortal Sect. This ti, it wasn’t only our Liuyun Immortal Sect; the Celestial Sword Immortal Sect, Yanyue Immortal Sect, Yin Yang Dao Sect, and Golden Talisman Immortal Sect all suffered attacks from the Demon Sects. Among them, Golden Talisman Immortal Sect suffered the gravest loss—the deaths of three Golden Core Elders!"
"The great calamity of the Righteous Dao has indeed arrived right on schedule!"
After reading the Communication Talisman, Su Changkong’s face grew solemn; he spoke in a tone filled with worry.
"What? The Demon Sect has mobilized on such a grand scale?"
"Those demon pups are getting more arrogant by the day!"
"......"
Hearing Su Sect Leader’s words, all the elders and peak masters present were filled with righteous fury.
"Elders and Peak Masters, the Demon Dao is acting because the Demon Evil Sea has seen frequent mysterious storms, and with a Celestial Demon Sect Nascent Soul Elder breaking through to the Middle Stage, with Celestial Demon Sect in the lead, they are preparing to break out from Demon Evil Sea, invade the Righteous Realm, and forcibly seize territory as their stronghold!"
"This matter is of utmost importance. I will report to the Supre Elder and contact the other four sect leaders to discuss the plan to annihilate the demons!"
"All of you return to your peaks and instruct the sect disciples not to venture into dangerous areas for training in the near future!"
After thinking briefly, Su Changkong pressed his hand down. Once the great hall fell silent, he issued his command in a deep voice.
"Yes, Sect Leader!"
"Understood!"
Hearing Sect Leader Su’s orders, the many elders and peak masters nodded, stood, and left the hall.
"Elder Li, take the Golden Core Elders, three in a group, go to the territories of the three kingdoms and search for the 137 missing new disciples! Our Liuyun Immortal Sect will never abandon a single disciple!"
Su Changkong looked at Li Jiantang, who wore a wine gourd at his waist, and the assembled Golden Core Elders, and spoke.
"I will obey Sect Leader’s command!"
Li Jiantang nodded, exchanged words with Ji Ruyan and several Golden Core Elders, and then soared into the sky on magical treasures.
........
Liuyun Immortal Sect.
Piaomiao Peak.
Halfway up the mountain, in a small courtyard, a tall, stunning girl dressed in purple stood at the gate, gazing down the mountain path.
Suddenly.
A figure rushed up the mountain path below—it was a girl of about twenty years.
"Junior Sister Gao, I just asked a Steward Hall senior I know. He said Lu Chen and the others on their flying boat encountered three Foundation Establishnt stage cultivators from Celestial Demon Sect. Uncle Lu Chen let the sixty-plus new disciples scatter and flee on their own. In the end, Uncle Li Yan fell, Uncle Lu Chen is missing, and quite a few disciples disappeared this ti..."
The girl climbed to the peak, facing the purple-robed girl, and spoke.
"Senior Sister Zhang, what happened to those sixty-so disciples in the end?"
Upon hearing this, Gao Ziyue’s face changed; she asked urgently.
"That part I’m not sure about. But the Sect Leader has already dispatched the Golden Core Elders to search for the missing disciples!" Zhang Junyao looked at Gao Ziyue and asked, "Junior Sister Gao, do you have family on that flying boat?"
"Senior Sister Zhang, help look into it. Next month when the Qi Condensing Pills are handed out, I’ll give you one!"
Gao Ziyue neither confird nor denied it, replying as such.
As soone with Dual Spirit Roots, she had more resources than an ordinary disciple; this is why although Zhang Junyao joined the sect earlier, she was willing to help Gao Ziyue out.
"Not a problem. If I get any news, I’ll let you know right away!"
Zhang Junyao didn’t probe further and turned to leave.
Gao Ziyue gazed in the direction of Great Yu, her beautiful eyes resolute, and murmured, "Brother Lin, you helped bury my father. That’s an imnse kindness to ! I hope fortune protects you, that you return unhard! If... truly, ill fate befalls you... once I improve my cultivation, I will eradicate the Demon Sect, to repay your great kindness!"
When Gao Ziyue finished her pledge, she turned and entered her room to begin cultivation.
........
Outside Celestial Dragon City.
Ten miles away.
"Wenjing, the road of cultivation is long and lonely. We part ways here!"
Lin Chang’sheng carried the Immortal Slaying Saber on his back, looked to Yu Wenjing at his side, and cupped his hands in salute.
"Take care on your journey! Stay safe!"
Yu Wenjing gazed at Lin Chang’sheng, biting her rosy lips, and nodded.
Lin Chang’sheng nodded toward Yu Wenjing, tightened the white fox cage on his back, unleashed his body technique, and sped away.
"Chang’sheng!"
Yu Wenjing called out to Lin Chang’sheng’s retreating figure, "Will we et again in the future?"
Hearing Yu Wenjing’s voice, Lin Chang’sheng paused briefly, glanced back at her, and then picked up speed and departed.
Yu Wenjing stood outside the city, her expression forlorn. After a long while, she turned and left.
.....
Thirty miles from Celestial Dragon City.
Facing the wind, Lin Chang’sheng waved his hand and summoned a portable stove from his storage bag, holding it at his side, his palm vibrating slightly.
At the sa ti—
On his waist hung a small porcelain bottle the size of a palm, inside which were a nail-sized chunk of gold, a piece of wood, a bit of gunpowder, a bit of earth, all mixed with water.
Whenever he sped up, prompts appeared on his panel in red:
Fireball Technique experience 1!
Blazing Fire Technique experience 1!
Wind Splitting Slash experience 1!
Five Elents Essence Condensing Technique experience 1!
Gale Flash experience 1!
........
Last night, Lin Chang’sheng simplified the Wind Splitting Slash and Gale Flash, two techniques he’d gotten from that horse-faced cultivator.
Wind Splitting Slash beca Carrying a Saber Facing the Wind.
Gale Flash beca Windward Sprint.
As for the Barbarian Blood Technique, he simplified it into Drinking Soup to Replenish Blood and Qi. Back in Celestial Dragon City, he had bought a few jars of soup, kept them for the road, and drank them whenever he was hungry.
Worried the soup would spoil if left too long, and knowing he couldn’t buy more in the wild,
He’d already prepared soup jars, iron racks, salt, ginger, and other seasonings; when ti permitted, he could catch a tiger or kill a flood serpent, chop it up and make stew, put the soup jar on the iron stand, burn charcoal underneath—ready to simr at any ti.
Good for health, and could also increase experience for the Barbarian Blood Technique, enhancing his strength.
.......
The border between Great Yu and the Southern Barbarians was the Celestial Dragon Mountain Range near Celestial Dragon City.
Eight hundred miles from Celestial Dragon City—
Lies the capital city of the Southern Barbarians.
Barbarian King City.
Within its grand hall,
A burly man, around forty, powerful and grim-faced, with a White Jade Bone Chain around his neck, sat upon the main seat, his expression deeply worried.
On either side of the hall sat dozens of mighty experts.
There were elderly n with flowing white hair leaning upon White Bone Staffs, strong warriors, seductive won with exposed abdons, and even won with live snakes dangling from their ears...
"We had already taken Celestial Dragon City and could have launched into Great Yu! Who would’ve expected an Immortal Master to appear so suddenly? Immortal Master Tao fell, and the situation turned sharply against us. Alas!"
"So be it, let’s recuperate for a while before pursuing an eastern campaign again!"
Barbarian King Wumu looked frustrated, sighing with regret.
"Barbarian King, Immortal Master Tao borrowed two Holy Bones, but now a Righteous Immortal Master has taken one; what should we do now?"
At that mont, the white-haired elder leaning on a White Bone Staff stepped forward, his face full of worry.
"Barbarian Master, with the Holy Bone in the hands of an Immortal Master, we might not get it back anyti soon; there’s nothing we can do but bide our ti."
Barbarian King Wumu’s face was ugly. It was his idea to trade a Holy Bone to persuade Immortal Master Tao to help, but now with the Holy Bone lost, he bore direct responsibility!
"Barbarian King, the Holy Bone is a relic of our Barbarian Ancestor, a generational symbol of our people, and it must not be lost!"
"I ask you to hand over the remaining Holy Bone Chain to us Barbarian Masters so it can be sealed within the Barbarian Ancestor Altar, to avoid further loss!"
The white-haired Barbarian Master took another step forward, speaking in a heavy tone.
Hearing the Barbarian Master’s words, all the powerful figures in the great hall looked toward Barbarian King Wumu.
"This..."
Wumu’s face was unsightly; he subconsciously touched the White Jade Bone Chain at his neck—the Holy Bone Chain was a symbol of the Barbarian King. Handing it over ant his rule was as good as over!
"The Holy Bone Chain—I want it!"
Just then, a black shadow flashed by; a terrifying pressure filled the hall, forcing all present—Barbarian King, Barbarian Masters, and all other experts—to the ground!
When everyone opened their eyes, they saw a young man in black, a long saber strapped to his back, standing atop the throne, holding the Holy Bone Chain—the symbol of the Barbarian Race!
"You... are you that Immortal Master from Great Yu?!"
The Barbarian Master’s aged eyes widened as he stared at Lin Chang’sheng in terror.
At this mont,
The Holy Bone Chain, which had been in the hands of Barbarian King Wumu, was now in the grip of this young man clad in black.
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