Chapter 549 - 450: Even After You’re Dead, They Won’t Let You Go
Chapter 549: Chapter 450: Even After You’re Dead, They Won’t Let You Go
The border between the World of Ten Thousand Laws and the Demon Race’s World.
Atop the battlements of the Great Wall of China, a petite, delicate "young girl" gazed down at the scene below.
Below the ramparts, countless Cultivators from the World of Ten Thousand Laws and Demon Cultivators from the Demon Race’s World were locked in a deadly struggle.
Gradually, the girl’s gaze focused on a single man.
This man held a longsword, and the sharp Sword Qi emanating from it rained down on every corner of the battlefield!
Wherever the man’s Sword Qi went, Demons were slaughtered. They were either obliterated into a mist of blood or had their bodies and souls utterly annihilated, leaving no chance for reincarnation.
"Lord City Lord, who is that man?"
A maid named Fu’er stood beside the young girl, her eyes fixed on the man below with immense curiosity.
The last time Fu’er had seen such a powerful Sword Cultivator was when the Sect Leader of the Wanjian Sect had been fighting below the walls, honing her sword as she sought to achieve Ascension.
In the end, Sect Leader Jiang had slain an Immortal Realm Perfection Demon Cultivator who was also attempting to achieve Ascension.
After Sect Leader Jiang broke through to the Ascension Realm, her accumulated battle honors were enough to earn her the right to carve her name onto the city wall.
Before leaving the Great Wall of China, that cool and aloof female Sword Immortal had carved a single word, "Qing," right next to the name "Xiao Mo."
"Him? He’s a pretty impressive Sword Cultivator."
He Yeye took a bite of her candied hawthorn, spitting the seeds casually onto the battlements.
"An impressive Sword Cultivator..."
Hearing the Lord City Lord’s assessment, Fu’er’s eyes widened even further.
In Fu’er’s eyes, to be described as an "impressive Sword Cultivator" by the Lord City Lord meant this person had to be truly incredible!
After all, the Lord City Lord had used the exact same words—"pretty impressive"—to describe Sect Leader Jiang.
"Then, Lord City Lord, is he as strong as Sect Leader Jiang?" Fu’er asked again.
A girl named Du’er covered her mouth with her fingers and chuckled softly, answering Fu’er’s question on behalf of her City Lord:
"Little sister Fu’er, the so-called Sword Dao is divided into three parts: Sword Techniques, Sword Qi, and Sword Intent."
"And in this world, there are three Sword Cultivators who have each taken one of these three parts to its absolute peak."
"That Sect Leader Jiang of the Wanjian Sect? Her Sword Intent is unparalleled in this world."
"As for the man down there, below Wanli City... I fear there isn’t a single Sword Cultivator in the world whose Sword Qi can compare to his, right?"
"’Mr.’?" Fu’er finally noticed that the Cultivator who was slaughtering Demons like cutting vegetables was actually wearing the green robes of a scholar. "He’s not just a Sword Cultivator, but a scholar too?"
"Mhm," He Yeye nodded. "Seven thousand years ago, this man was indeed a scholar, and a very learned one at that."
"..." Awe filled Fu’er’s heart.
’A scholar praised by the Lord City Lord as "very learned," and his Sword Dao is also impressive!’
’He’s truly incredible!’
"But Lord City Lord, why is he attacking from the direction of the Demon Race’s World?"
Fu’er asked again.
Halfway through the battle, this man had appeared from the rear of the Demon Race’s forces.
At first, she had even thought he was a Great Demon.
"That’s a long story." He Yeye sneered. "After all, sometimes people are more terrifying than Demons. When people won’t let a man live, his only choice is to go to the Demon Race’s World to be a person."
Fu’er didn’t understand what the Lord City Lord was saying.
She looked to her side at sister Du’er.
Du’er just smiled and shook her head, offering no answer.
Fu’er then realized the matter might involve some hidden secrets and didn’t press any further.
As evening fell, the sounds of battle gradually faded, and the setting sun dyed the battlefield red.
The Demon Race army retreated, and the Cultivators of the Great Wall of China returned to the battlements one by one.
Luo Yang flew up to the battlements and landed before He Yeye, followed by his wife, Wang Yue.
"Greetings, City Lord." Luo Yang bowed with his hands clasped.
"Greetings, Lord City Lord." Wang Yue also placed her hands in front of her and bowed.
"Let’s skip the pleasantries." He Yeye was sitting on a giant’s shoulder with her legs crossed, picking at her small, fair feet with her little hands. "Mr. Luo, what brings you back from the Demon Race’s World?"
Luo Yang smiled and said, "I heard my junior brother got married. As his senior brother, I already feel bad for missing his wedding. If I don’t even bring some gifts, then I’d be a pretty useless senior brother."
"Hehehe." He Yeye sneered, putting her feet down and crossing her arms. "That junior brother of yours is living quite the happy life these days."
Luo Yang naturally picked up on the gloating tone in He Yeye’s voice. He shook his head with a hint of resignation and didn’t say anything more.
"But still..." He Yeye’s gaze shifted to the name "Xiao Mo" carved on the stone stele of the city wall, a flash of reminiscence in her eyes. "He did so much for this world before. It seems only fair that he gets to live a happier life this time around."
As she spoke, He Yeye took a Jade Token from her Storage Pouch and tossed it to Luo Yang.
"What’s this?" Luo Yang asked.
"It’s for his residence in Wanli City." He Yeye tossed aside the bamboo skewer from her candied hawthorn. "His house has been here all these years. I even added some furniture and had it renovated from time to time, so whenever he remembers, he can come back and stay."
"On my junior brother’s behalf, I thank you, City Lord." Luo Yang tucked the Jade Token away safely.
"Nothing to thank me for." He Yeye yawned, patting her small mouth with the same little hand she had just used to pick her feet. "Alright, alright, I won’t see you out, Mr. Luo. Find your own way."
"Farewell."
Luo Yang bowed with clasped hands once more, then led his wife off the city wall, flying into the World of Ten Thousand Laws.
He Yeye remained on the battlements, standing guard.
Below, the Cultivators were cleaning up the battlefield, counting the Demons they had killed, treating the wounded, or bringing back the bodies of their friends and family.
Just as the last sliver of the setting sun disappeared and night was about to fall.
He Yeye’s brow furrowed slightly.
At the same time, many people looked up, following He Yeye’s gaze toward the Demon Race’s World.
High in the sky above a border city, the layers of clouds tore open, and a colossal fox head emerged, looking toward the World of Ten Thousand Laws.
Nine fox tails, each hundreds of yards long, swayed gently in the air.
The pressure of an ancient Divine Beast washed over the entire battlefield.
Many of the Cultivators below looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, their hearts filled with terror.
Under the gaze of this fox head, the vast majority of people didn’t even dare to think of resisting; they couldn’t even move a muscle.
"Lord City Lord..." Fu’er looked at He Yeye nervously.
"What’s there to be nervous about?" He Yeye shot Fu’er a look. "It’s just a Dharma Aspect projection."
As she spoke, He Yeye clicked her tongue in annoyance, frowning and muttering to herself in a resigned tone:
"That damn Xiao Mo! You’re a scholar! What were you doing provoking the Fox Race?"
"They won’t even let you go now that you’re dead!"
"Serves you right!"