Are they already commencing the rites of commemoration?

Could it be that Jiang Wang is truly, definitively, and irrecoverably dead? Is there no hope of salvage? Those letters, stacked high within the storage box, will they truly never again increase in number? That Cloud Crane, dispatched earlier and circling outside the Ten Thousand Demons Gate, must surely have dissipated by now, mustn’t it?

Both An An’s letter and hers have vanished into the mists.

Previously, when Jiang Wang pursued and hunted Zhang Linchuan across ten thousand *li*, he had secretly sent some gifts to Lingxiao Pavilion through a mercantile firm. There were items for An An, and also gifts intended for her. Among them was a burnt-tail *qin*. She had never actually been skilled in playing the *qin*. Of the four arts—*qin*, chess, calligraphy, and painting—she held interest only in calligraphy. But practicing calligraphy was too mundane, and thus she was not diligent. It was only recently, while supervising Jiang An An, that she practiced more. The world’s imagination of a virtuous lady naturally influenced her, Ye Qingyu, not to be adorned with red sleeves and fragrant incense, but rather to play the *qin* for her lord. Who could compare?

Of course, cultivation was a necessity. Having been called ‘senior sister’ for so long, she always felt a sense of responsibility. Living within the secret realm of Lingxiao, pampered since childhood, she always felt she had to do something for the people of Cloud Country, just as her father did, protecting the peace of one side.

But aside from that, she was content to sit and gaze upon the sea of clouds.

The things that brought her joy were the clear skies, the lazily drifting clouds, the stories within books, and the wind sweeping across the four wild lands.

The myriad mundane matters of the world, she did not hold in her heart.

Sometimes, if a business suffered a slight loss, or a harvest was a little less abundant, or if someone was quarreling with another, she would merely smile and let it pass, not considering it of any great consequence.

She ought to have felt nothing particular for ancient *qin* or *zheng*. Compared to music, she preferred silence.

Compared to the sounds of silk strings and bamboo flutes, she was more inclined to listen to the murmur of flowing water or the tinkling of a wind chime. Yet, the sound of this particular burnt-tail *qin* was truly delightful.

From the very first strum of the *qin* string, she was captivated, and inexplicably felt that playing the *qin* should also be a joyful endeavor.

So she practiced for a very long time.

She practiced the tune for a very long time. For whom was she playing? Do not cry.

Do not cry. She told herself this. But the tears did not obey.

Seeing his precious daughter shedding tears, Ye Lingxiao’s mood suddenly soured. His face showed a fierce expression as he glared at Wenren Shen.

“I, Ye Lingxiao, came here to help you hold the fort. If a race war were to truly erupt during this period, I would show the demon race my strength, the strength of one who ‘sweeps through the various nations with no equal, the greatest hero of all ages!'”

“This old man is supporting you, Wenren Shen, to this extent!”

“And yet, all you speak of are sorrowful matters, causing my daughter to shed tears?”

Wenren Shen was also taken aback! “I haven’t even begun to speak of Wuan Hou’s tragic tale to attract the world’s young ladies to stop and mourn! How has she started crying already?”

“I always knew Wuan Hou did not dally with women, nor indulge in pleasure, his heart solely on cultivation. I had not heard that Wuan Hou had a beautiful confidante in Cloud Country! And it’s actually Ye Lingxiao’s daughter?”

But as a venerable Court Discuss Grandmaster, his mind was incredibly quick. He immediately said to Ye Qingyu: “The former sage Tang Shen had a poem that said, ‘Do not say there are no tragic matters in the human world, always the hero makes people sad!’ The feelings of the world’s young ladies, this old man can understand.”

“Consider Wuan Hou, what kind of hero was he? In the battle of Frost Wind Valley, he defied the extreme cold wind, fought and killed the demon race’s Sky Sea King, and returned! Yet he died under the collusion of humans and demons, making one sigh.”

“We are already thoroughly investigating the black hand behind the scenes, and this demon race, currently so close, cannot be let off either!”

“The Military God himself descended into the demon world the day before yesterday, flattened Frost Wind Valley, and fought a great battle with the Sky Demon Ape Immortal Court, just to avenge Wuan Hou!”

“Now, I preside over this battlefield, setting up war chariots, arranging powerful crossbows, lining up flying boats, and with the Brave Earl commanding the Annihilation Thunder Army here, it is with hearts full of snow-white hatred, resolved to take down South Heaven City! Only then can Wuan Hou’s spirit in heaven be comforted!”

He spoke with rising emotion, intending to leverage this opportunity outside the city gate to deliver an inspiring pre-war speech.

Stirring the emotions of one young girl was stirring; stirring the emotions of all the warriors in the city was also stirring. It would save him the trouble of doing it twice.

Just at this moment, Ye Lingxiao raised a hand and pressed it on his shoulder, asking very seriously: “Is your Qi Court certain that Jiang Wang is already dead? Has his corpse been found?”

Wenren Shen sighed: “Although the corpse has not been recovered, this matter was personally confirmed by the Military God.”

Ye Qingyu silently closed her eyes.

Ye Lingxiao’s hand tightened: “Of course, I deeply respect the Military God. However, one must see the person alive, and the corpse dead. Since the corpse has not been seen, does it not mean there is still hope?”

“Ah, yes, yes!” Wenren Shen reacted, saying sincerely: “Wuan Hou, as the pride of our nation’s heavens, has always been able to do things that ordinary people cannot. This time, it is not necessarily impossible for the legend to continue! Wait until our army breaks South Heaven City, this old man must thoroughly search the four wilds, to find Wuan Hou’s traces!”

Intelligent and perceptive as Ye Qingyu was, she naturally heard the comforting intent within his words. But she actually seized some comfort from it.

Father was absolutely right. One must see the person alive, the corpse dead. It has been so since ancient times, has it not?

How could one determine a person was dead without even finding the corpse? She strongly suppressed her tears, opened her reddened eyes, and said softly: “I have been rude, feeling sad for the plight of a human hero, Uncle Wenren.”

“No matter, no matter.” Wenren Shen sighed and said: “This matter of Wuan Hou is indeed too sudden. It’s not just young lady who is sad. My granddaughter at home, upon hearing the news of Wuan Hou’s misfortune, could not eat for several days. She sends a letter every day to ask me, unwilling to believe it is true…”

“What’s wrong with your granddaughter?” Ye Lingxiao suddenly asked. Wenren Shen was somewhat disoriented, forgetting his own focus for a moment, then said: “My granddaughter is just nine years old. She has always admired Wuan Hou.”

Ye Qingyu listened to the conversation between her father and this Uncle Wenren from the Qi Court, but her eyes involuntarily, once again, looked towards the plaque on the city gate.

Wuan.

Named alongside the nation of Wuan, yet in the end, unable to find peace himself?

How many heroes ended tragically in the history books, she had never pondered during her reading of history that this matter would unfold so close to her.

That year, when they parted in Cloud City, watching the back of that white-haired youth descending the Ascending Cloud Stairs, she knew he would certainly return. Because a person with such a strong sense of responsibility could not possibly leave his sister alone in the human world.

Time flew, and all the promises were fulfilled by that youth.

The legend that followed the youth exceeded the imagination of many. More interactions occurred between them.

Once, they watched flower lanterns on New Year’s Eve, later hearing of the death of Zhuang Country’s Vice Minister Dong A. Once, at the View River Terrace, she personally witnessed him seize the championship, shining among the stars.

Once, she asked for information eight times a day, asking until her father hid from her, until she knew of Qi Country’s great victory, his establishment of great merit, and a life free from worry.

But among all those scenes, the one that left the deepest impression was always…

That back on that day. Bearing everything on one shoulder, sword alone traveling far.

At that time, he was still so young, yet already so majestic. Would he still return as he did initially?

Would he still, as he had before every time, hide all his wounds and pain, return with a face full of smiles, proud and elated?

This time, she felt a gaze falling from the city gate tower. She looked up, only to see a gray-clothed female nun wearing a Bodhi mask. She saw the Bodhi branch on the mask, representing wisdom and enlightenment. Of course, she also saw that pair of bewildered, lost, sorrowful, yet infinitely enchanting eyes horizontally crossing the Bodhi branch.

She and her.

Each wore a mask or a veil.

One stood on the city gate tower, one stood beneath the city gate tower. They could not clearly see each other’s faces.

Only their eyes met. Each held their own complex emotions. Hazy, like a pool of spring water reflecting peach blossoms. The peach blossoms were also flushed red. The spring water was also flushed red.

Suddenly.

That female nun wearing the Bodhi mask retracted her gaze and walked towards another side of the city tower.

Only then did Ye Qingyu discover that beside her stood another female nun of extremely tall stature, her face having a faint yellow copper luster, appearing holy and distant.

This female nun bowed to her with her palms together, then composedly turned her body and followed the previous female nun.

Ye Qingyu lowered her head to return the bow. By the time she raised her head again, even their backs were no longer visible.

“Those are two masters from the Wash Moon Nunnery, Moon Heaven Slave and Jade True.” Wenren Shen observed her words and expressions, asking considerately: “Young lady knows them?”

Ye Qingyu shook her head. She didn’t know why, but she, who always let matters pass without lingering, couldn’t shake off the curiosity about that pair of eyes, and couldn’t help but ask: “Does the Wash Moon Nunnery not have its own big city in the demon world?”

Wenren Shen said: “This is a newly opened battlefield, and Wuan City is a newly built big city. They have also always wanted to contribute their strength to the human race.”

Ye Qingyu nodded slightly, no longer speaking.

A human race big city newly built on the battlefield front line, its value was immeasurable. Everyone wanted to come and see, to find opportunities. Her father bringing her was also for this reason.

“Let’s go, let’s go inside first, so as not to affect the city defense.” Ye Lingxiao took the initiative to step inside, indicating that he had indeed chosen to settle in this city. He looked at Wenren Shen: “Have you made any progress in your investigation of the black hand behind the scenes? Does Lingxiao Pavilion need to cooperate? Perhaps you are not very convenient on the Central Domain side, but we also have some businesses in the Central Domain.”

Although he said that regarding Jiang Wang, he found him utterly displeasing, now that something had happened, he inevitably sighed.

Furthermore, how could he not take his precious daughter’s listlessness and dejection to heart? And An An, An An still knew nothing. He could coax her for a while. But when she grew up and sought her brother, how was he to answer her?

At least, that boy who sent gifts also knew to give him, Zhenren Ye, a share, so he wasn’t truly foolish.

Then he, Ye Lingxiao, helping to find the murderer and avenge him, could also be considered as “A heroic deed, done of my own volition.”

“Untie the prohibition, set me free! I’ll go to the Heavenly Prison to save you!”

“Helping you contact the Jade Balance Star Lord is fine too!”

“Ai, old brother, don’t go! That place, the Heavenly Prison, old brother is very familiar with it! In ancient times, we were all one family! Old brother will point out a clear path for you, will you listen or not?”

“First, loosen old brother’s ties. This binding is really uncomfortable. Some things are right in front of me, but I just can’t recall them, isn’t that strange?”

Emerging from the hidden tree hollow, Jiang Wang casually put away the Red Makeup Mirror, conveniently cutting off the old dragon’s chatter.

Because his soul was guarded by the Red Heart Divine Power, his divine soul was conversely the least injured, without any fundamental damage.

He also first explored methods of self-rescue from this direction—still starting from the outer heavens.

After painstaking research, he truly managed to figure out a method. Within the divine soul world, with the Red Heart Divine Power holding sway, using the Six Desires Bodhisattva as his body, and with Chao Tian Que in reverse opening the gate of heaven, penetrating the barriers of all worlds, pursuing that vague connection, and finally transmitting his intent to the Jade Balance Star Tower.

The connection between cultivators and the Starlight Holy Tower is always about borrowing star power, bathing in starlight, and aligning with the universe. His current behavior was like lighting a candle that no one knew about, and with that candle light, trying to shine upon the stars.

Even if his Starlight Holy Tower was extremely stable, the target clear, and the star path clear. Even if his spiritual sense was strong even among divine arrival cultivators, it still took him immense effort.

So cumbersome, so greatly laborious, the intent finally transmitted to the Jade Balance Star Tower was very weak, fundamentally insufficient to manipulate the Jade Balance Star Tower to do anything.

But this process could bypass the restrictions of the Heavenly Prison world, and would not cause any movement within this Heavenly Prison world, thus it already possessed sufficient value.

Under the current dilemma, all attempts had to prioritize safety. Although he could only weakly sense the Jade Balance Star Tower itself, he believed there was still an old dragon sealed within the Jade Balance Star Tower. As a dragon, the Senhai Old Dragon must have considerable understanding of the demon race, and perhaps could help him find some methods.

So he still exerted effort to push forward that last step, successfully transmitting his intent into the Star Tower.

But that fellow’s first words were about loosening ties and freedom, providing no useful information at all. Truly, his original intention had not changed.

Wasting a great deal of painstaking effort, Jiang Wang also felt no unwillingness. How could all matters in the world be as one wished?

If one road was impassable, he would turn towards another.

His gaze vigilantly scanning his surroundings, Jiang Wang stepped on the fallen leaves without making a sound, traveling through this ancient forest, commencing his journey of seeking medicine for the day. If the injuries on his entire body were to rely on his own recovery, he would have to wait until the year of the monkey and the horse to recover. So he would set aside some time every day to seek medicinal materials, supplementing blood, supplementing qi, supplementing anything that would help his current body.

His bald forehead was truly somewhat conspicuous, so he wove himself a straw hat to wear. It was ugly, but at least it offered some concealment.

In the past few days living in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, he was always like this—most of the time, hiding in the Red Makeup Mirror to regulate his injuries, trying to rely on self-healing to become a skilled physician. Then, at irregular times each day, he would emerge to seek medicine, and while doing so, observe the nearby situation and supplement the map details.

His exploration range was currently limited to within a thousand *li*. He dared not venture further, as he had absolutely no corresponding information. If he accidentally approached a battlefield, he would be crying in a place where no one could find his grave. What worried him was that the number of demon clan entering the mountains seemed to be increasing over the past two days.

The day before yesterday, he encountered a team of small demons. Yesterday, he encountered three teams, all of which he avoided from a distance. Today, even more so, he had just emerged from the tree hollow not long ago and brushed shoulders with two teams of small demons—who said demon traces were rare in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains?

Although there was a need to supplement information, he maintained restraint and did not make a move against any small demon. These demon clan entering the mountains seemed to be carrying out some kind of task. If too many died without clear reason, it would inevitably attract the investigation of powerful beings.

He could least afford to be investigated.

His activity tracks these days were not fixed, and his lodging places were very simple. Either a tree hollow or an earth hollow, in short, any place where the Red Makeup Mirror could be secretly placed—like a solitary ghost wandering in the deep mountains and old forests, leaving no trace of himself. As the number of entering small demons increased, his daily lodging place could only move further and further away.

From the moment he obtained the Red Makeup Mirror, he knew it was not robust. Although as his understanding of the Red Makeup Mirror deepened, he believed it would definitely regroup in some way after shattering, the people hiding within the Red Makeup Mirror might not be restored along with it.

In order to prevent the Red Makeup Mirror from being discovered by some reckless demon clan, thereby forcing him to kill and expose his tracks—he could only carefully retreat again and again.

He also secretly followed a few teams of demon clan, wanting to figure out their purpose. But it seemed the purpose of each team of demon clan was not entirely the same. Some were entering the mountains to hunt, occasionally dragging away a fierce beast. Some seemed to be searching for something, practically digging several feet into the ground.

Jiang Wang quietly tracked them, absolutely not disturbing the actions of these demon clan. He merely silently used the Voice Hearing Technique to record their dialogues, then used the Like a Dream Order to replicate them and store them in his heart.

He would wait until he found a lodging place to stop, and when he hid inside the Red Makeup Mirror. Then, while regulating his injuries, he would contemplate these strange pronunciations and their meanings, thereby learning the demon language.

Unexpectedly, he had to learn it in the present world, and now he had to learn it after entering the demon realm. Sealing marquises and worshiping generals required learning; fleeing for his life also required learning.

The Confucian sages were right. The sea of learning is truly boundless!

Chapter 21: Mirror Flower Water Moon – In Memory of Wuan Hou

Although Jiang Wang fundamentally could not understand the gibberish demon language of these two small demons, communication proceeded quite smoothly.

In order to avoid any connection or conspiracy among them, he fundamentally did not allow these two small demons to speak. He always made them stand back-to-back and then used nodding or shaking their heads to answer his questions.

He now had no means to contact the human race side; he could only save himself.

The Taixu Illusion Realm was fundamentally inaccessible. It did not even completely cover the present world, so it was indeed impossible to extend to the demon realm.

He had, of course, also considered whether he could try to contact Senior Guan Yan through the Jade Balance Star Tower. Previously, he had exchanged with Senior Guan Yan in places in the present world closest to the starry sky, and with his current cultivation, he was qualified to transmit his voice to the universe and expound the Dao with the Star Tower. Then, could he directly rely on the Jade Balance Star Tower to contact the Jade Balance Main Star?

The position of Star Monarch, connected by the light of Jade Balance to the myriad heavens and worlds, could not only give him guidance but also help notify the human race in the present world. For him to escape alive by himself was fraught with countless difficulties and dangers. But if Qi Country could provide corresponding cooperation, it would be much simpler. Perhaps, Senior Guan Yan could even help point him to a good place, directly taking him to the Jade Balance Main Star, and then returning to the Central Domain through the Seven Star Valley.

But this beautiful idea was, after all, merely an idea. The demon realm was ultimately fundamentally different from the present world; it was ultimately a vast and independent world, profoundly developed by the demon race.

He stood in the Starlight Holy Tower of the ancient starry sky and could not easily make contact—unless he entered a combat state, like in Frost Wind Valley, and directly summoned the Star Tower to project into this realm. Otherwise, it was very difficult to manifest his mind in the Star Tower quietly and silently, as he did in the present world.

As for cultivating in the Starlight Holy Tower, let alone doing something through the Starlight Holy Tower. And in the current situation, forcibly summoning the Star Tower to project into this realm was undoubtedly seeking death faster.

Just the gaze of a casual Heavenly Demon following down could make him bid farewell to the world.

Stepping back, even if he forcibly opened the Star Tower and took a gamble—Senior Guan Yan and Little Annoyance Granny had been wandering in various realms, and he didn’t know where they had wandered to now, and it was not certain when they could receive his plea for help. He didn’t want to wait until several years later, when Senior Guan Yan descended with great power and the Jade Balance Star Cave shone upon the demon realm, only for the grass on his grave to be already three feet high.

Combining the rough map drawn by this monkey demon and horse demon, Jiang Wang finally had a rough understanding of his location.

Separated from Frost Wind Valley, opposite the human race’s Yan Prison City and Iron Rock City, there were three demon clan big cities.

The names of these three demon clan big cities were unknown, as he could not understand the language of the two small demons, and these two small demons also lacked the ability to write Dao script.

He did record the pronunciation, which counted as supplementing a bit of his demon clan language vocabulary.

These three demon clan big cities all had powerful armies stationed, with a total of fifteen demon kings. Among them, the farthest big city had a True Demon presiding over it.

Jiang Wang secretly remembered the location of that big city and resolved not to approach it. As for his current position, it was in the southeast direction of the demon clan big city directly opposite Frost Wind Valley—he could still move further away.

Information only reached this point.

These two small demons were terribly ignorant. From birth, they had only lived within the range covered by these three big cities. They couldn’t even point out the location of the fourth demon clan big city.

They were completely illiterate.

In the human race, any extraordinary cultivator would not be ignorant of this world. Who would not have information about those strong people and strong countries readily available? Even the ordinary people on the streets, when talking about national affairs, were clear and logical.

Of course, for the human race, a Wandering Pulse Realm cultivator was already “extraordinary,” even if useless, they were “lords” wherever they were placed. While inborn Dao pulse small demons were already the lowest layer of existence in the demon clan.

In order to better formulate his hiding strategy, Jiang Wang was actually very curious about the social structure of the demon clan, but unfortunately, these two small demons could not satisfy his curiosity.

He raised his hand and killed these two demon clan warriors, then used the Samadhi True Fire to burn their traces. He used the Like a Dream Order to replicate the rough map they had drawn—Jiang Wang planned to slowly adjust the map details during his subsequent journey—if possible, he should learn a bit of the demon clan language, but now was obviously not a good opportunity.

The pressing matter was to first find a relatively safe place to hide and nurse the injuries on his body.

He did not plan to go to places outside the known map. He dared not approach the demon clan big cities even more; everywhere in the demon realm was dangerous for him. The best choice, of course, was the deep part of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

And it should be a place within the Ten Thousand Great Mountains that had both boundaries of heaven and earth and did not have passages similar to Frost Wind Valley, a place where large numbers of demon clan strong ones were not active. Deep mountains and old forests were good for hiding.

According to these two small demons, the Ten Thousand Great Mountains were also a vicious place with rare demon traces for their demon clan. Whether it was vicious or not was not important; what was important was that demon traces were rare.

Compared to the dangers of the demon clan, the dangers of vicious lands were obviously much milder.

Perhaps he could also search and see if he could find some heaven and earth spiritual medicines. He had some accumulated experience in gathering medicine since he was young.

The more powerful cultivators were, the more difficult it was to recover once injured. His Golden Body Jade Marrow was injured to the current degree; relying on the injury medicine he carried himself was fundamentally no help.

As for his rudimentary healing Dao techniques, there was even less to mention. Apart from using the Samadhi True Fire to burn away the invading “external evils” in his body, he fundamentally knew nothing else. Now that the fist intent and hunger-cold intent were both burned clean, it had just temporarily stopped the deterioration of his injuries. Healing was a long-term process, and he had to find a safe hidden place as soon as possible, at least to quietly warm and nurture himself with the Heaven Mansion Light for a while, and then think of other methods.

Combining all known conditions, the only method he could currently think of to return to the civilization basin was to hide and nurse his injuries, waiting for the silent period of Frost Wind Valley to end—then, taking advantage of the time when human and demon warriors were fighting, he would kill his way back from this side.

It sounded simple, but because of the long eleven months—and because of the injuries on his body—it became extremely difficult.

This was a foolish method destined for a long night with many dreams, but it was also the only choice he had now.

How to endure the long night, how to endure the nightmares one after another, Jiang Wang had no answer in his heart.

But the road was here, and he would just walk it.

Contrasting the map, he roughly judged the direction, carefully withdrew from the wasteland, and after confirming that he had not left any traces, he wrapped himself in that uncomfortable demon clan clothing and headed into the endless deep mountains.

What a vast mountain!

It supported the sky, lay on the ground, swallowed fierce beasts, and stretched for ten thousand *li*. Malarial rain and barbaric smoke worried the dying people; outside the mountain, the wind and snow were low.

Among them were even foolish boys and girls, staying overnight in old trees listening to the insects cry. Those outside the mountain did not know the matters inside the mountain.

Those in the mountain did not know the years.

Jiang Mengxiong and Yuan Xian Court engaged in a great battle in the demon clan’s South Heaven City, fighting until heaven and earth changed color. Victory and defeat were hard to distinguish, and it finally ended with the participation of Heavenly Demon Zhu Yi.

The human race side was currently only unilateral anger from Qi Country, with no intention of initiating a full-scale war. The demon clan side was even less willing to fight a total war with the current human race.

Thus, a Derivation Dao level battle, which opened with earth-shattering intensity, ended like a dragonfly touching water.

Although Jiang Mengxiong was stronger than twelve years ago, it was already difficult for him to replicate the feat of killing a Heavenly Demon in the past. This was because all his opponents were aware of his strength and were sufficiently cautious when facing him. Moreover, Yuan Xian Court, as a top Heavenly Demon of the demon clan, had not been idle these years, having fought with almost all the True Monarchs in the human race’s rotating Sui Ming City.

After Heavenly Demon Zhu Yi arrived, Jiang Mengxiong had to retreat. But on the day Jiang Mengxiong retreated back to the south of Frost Wind Valley, a Rong Chong from Qi Country just happened to drive over, blocking the already broken valley mouth. Ji Boats hovered in the high sky, adopting a full war posture.

Following Rong Chong came a large quantity of urgently transferred supplies, and the great craftsmen from the Engineering Institute who had rushed over from Linzi overnight. They were working in full swing to build a big city right in front of this completely opened passage. Besides personally holding the fort, Jiang Mengxiong also mobilized Great Qi’s Brave Earl Bao Heng, leading ten thousand main forces of the Annihilation Thunder Army to station here, providing protection for the city construction work.

Mo family could build a strong city in one night. Although Qi Country’s Engineering Institute was not that fast, they could always do it in two days.

A human race big city located on the battlefield frontline had extraordinary significance—it was both danger and opportunity, both responsibility and resources. Jing Country expressed tacit approval for this, neither commenting on Jiang Mengxiong’s act of breaking through Frost Wind Valley nor proposing requirements for sharing responsibility—everyone knew this was Jing Country’s response to the matter of Mei Xue Lin.

And this newly built human race big city was named “Wuan”. Of course, without destroying the Heavenly Demon altar, without paving more demon clan bones as the foundation, this city could not yet be considered a strong city capable of standing firm in the Heavenly Prison. But it would have enough time in the future to be verified, either irrigated with demon clan blood or collapse before the demon soldiers. In the bloody war between the human and demon races that had spanned several great eras, every strong city needed to be tempered with blood and fire.

For this Wuan City and this newly opened battlefield, the demon clan also gave the most direct response.

Yuan Xian Court simply lifted the city!

Under countless gazes, he lifted the entire South Heaven City into the high sky, then carried the city across the sky, and grandly placed it on the other side of Frost Wind Valley, directly confronting this city with the human race. He called it the “Demon Clan South Heaven Gate”!

He even compared himself to the ancient heavenly court, viewing the present world as a muddy world, and the civilization basin as the entrance to the muddy world.

Judging by the scale of Wuan City and South Heaven City, this battlefield in the demon world was not considered a large one. Although Frost Wind Valley was leveled and the Ten Thousand Great Mountains had a gap blasted through, the two great cities stood far apart, and neither side could deploy a hundred thousand strong army.

However, because it was a newly opened battlefield, the specifications were relatively high. So Qi Country sent a Brave Earl and an Annihilation Thunder Army of ten thousand. After Xiu Yuan returned to the main battlefield, Qi Country’s Court Discuss Grandmaster Wenren Shen personally arrived at this place and announced that he would long-term host this battlefield. Among Qi Country’s nine great Court Discuss Grandmasters, the two who moved the least were Wenren Shen and Zang Zhi Quan. The former was stationed long-term at the back of the Ten Thousand Demons Gate, overseeing the affairs of Qi Country’s various cities in the demon world. He could be called the Qi Country Real Person who understood the demon race the most. The latter then stayed long-term in Linzi, living in seclusion and rarely going out, governing history and repairing punishments. Both had little sense of presence. Of course, Su Guan Ying had now become the Governor of South Xia and was also approaching these two in terms of stability, rooted in one place and not easily leaving South Xia again. Corresponding to Wenren Shen, South Heaven City also saw the arrival of a True Demon, Que Meng Chen, who brought seven thousand elite Iron Cage Army.

Both sides reacted very quickly, which was also a speed cultivated during the year-after-year racial wars. Thus, in a situation where a large-scale war did not erupt, the situation was actually stabilized—there were definitely clashes of blades and guns, but both sides intentionally delayed the time to make more preparations.

After all, it was a newly opened battlefield, just as after South Heaven City was moved to Frost Wind Valley, the number of demon race warriors within the city increased significantly. Once Wuan City was completed, it also attracted many cultivators to come.

Many sect cultivators or small country cultivators who had been tempered after entering the Ten Thousand Demons Gate would prioritize choosing Wuan City.

Just like the high-speed galloping colorful cloud carriage at this moment.

It flashed into view almost instantly, then flew close and landed outside this newly built human race great city.

The extremely luxurious colorful cloud carriage disappeared, and two figures in white clothes, like fairies descending to the mortal world in a painting, walked down.

The male striding in front was handsome and elegant, floating and ethereal. Within his bright eyes, there was a kind of unquestionable momentum.

The female walking behind had a clear and wonderful figure, her face covered by a thin veil. There seemed to be a lingering fairy aura in her movements. Although her appearance was not revealed, it was enough to make people’s imagination run wild.

What surprised the passing cultivators even more was that Wenren Shen, Qi Country’s Court Discuss Grandmaster, who was now responsible for the entire Wunan battlefield, actually walked out of the city gate to personally welcome these two people.

Who were these two high personages?

Wenren Shen actively bowed: “After many years of separation, Real Person Ye’s style is as before! Cloud Country is busy with matters, why do you personally arrive today?”

Ye Ling Xiao smiled and waved his hand: “Cloud Country’s matters no longer trouble me. Ling Xiao Pavilion is also a small family and small business, with no troubles. Is it not so? My daughter has been raised in the boudoir and has cultivated for a long time, yet lacks tempering and has not yet experienced the demon race. So I specially brought her to the demon world to see. I heard that Great Qi’s Military God broke through Frost Wind Valley with one punch and opened a new battlefield. I just turned my head in the midst of battle to appreciate the absolute peak scenery.”

Wenren Shen’s enthusiasm had its reasons.

Firstly, he had had contact with Ye Ling Xiao in the past, and they could barely be considered acquaintances. Secondly, since Ye Ling Xiao had come to Wuan Marquis, once a racial war erupted, as a human race member, how could he not assist in battle? The combat power of a contemporary Real Person had too many application possibilities and too many usage scenarios on the battlefield!

The visitor was a guest, and if he, Wenren Shen, could not make full use of him and send the guest back happy, how could he be considered capable of overseeing the affairs of Qi Country’s various cities in the demon world? So he directly rushed out of the city gate to welcome him, and with the status of a Court Discuss Grandmaster, he actively bowed. If he didn’t feel it was too affected, he had originally planned not to wear boots, to welcome the distant guest barefoot in winter. Would you still not be moved to fight and bathe in blood for my Great Qi?

“This is your daughter?” Wenren Shen looked towards the clear and cold female behind Ye Ling Xiao and exclaimed: “Truly a fairy posture and heavenly appearance! Ye Ling Xiao’s appearance in his youth was already the best in the world, unexpectedly his daughter surpasses her father!”

Praising Ye Ling Xiao, Ye Ling Xiao could still maintain his composure. But praising his daughter, his mouth immediately grinned and could not close, and he no longer had any hint of fairy wind. He did not even pretend to be modest, directly beckoning: “Qing Yu, come over. This is Grandmaster Wenren, a great figure in Qi Country, your father’s old friend. Quickly come and perform the ritual. Before going out, you said you had a knowing ‘old guy’, and now he has become an ‘old friend’.”

Ye Qing Yu was just looking up at the plaque on the city gate at that moment, her gaze dazed. Being called back to her senses by Ye Ling Xiao, she gently performed a ritual: “Qing Yu greets Uncle Wenren.”

“Good, good.” Wenren Shen had a face full of sincere emotion, already planning what to prepare as a meeting gift.

He would entertain this young lady well.

His daughter had been brought into the city, was he still afraid that her father would not fight desperately on the battlefield? He keenly noticed Ye Qing Yu’s line of sight just now and explained very thoughtfully: “This name is to commemorate Wuan Marquis, who fought a bloody battle in Frost Wind Valley.”

Then he saw that pair of beautiful eyes, like a clear stream reflecting the moon, unexpectedly shed tears without warning.