The only way

Chapter 929: Truce, Return to the Clan

"What secrets do you demons hide in Yunzhou?"

Ling Chu asked again.

Every time a fight broke out in the Qingquan Mountains, Ling Chu would ask the Demon Lord Zhuhe.

The Demon Lord Zhuhe had never answered this question. Every time, he would just hold a plate of Donglu food and a pot of Donglu wine, eat and drink with relish, and then make a speech, as if he could not hear.

Ling Chu thought it would be the same this time.

Unexpectedly, the Red Crane Demon Lord, who had always avoided talking about it and turned a deaf ear to it, suddenly spoke up, "It is naturally a big secret."

Big secret?
Ling Chu's eyes became sharp and he looked at the Demon Lord Zhuhe like a sharp sword.

"If I am not mistaken, this great secret should also be known by the Thousand Machines Pavilion of your race, which is said to be able to calculate everything in the world. As for the rest of your immortal sects, they may or may not know..."

The Demon Lord Zhuhe seemed to be hesitant about something, his words were ambiguous and his eyes were full of mockery.

However, Ling Chu's heart sank deeply. The divination ability of Qianji Pavilion was unrivaled in the world. The fact that the demons were staying in Yunzhou and refused to come out was already a sign of trouble. It was also puzzling how quickly the various sects gave up Yunzhou.

The Crystal Wall seems to protect the remaining four states from being affected by the chaos in Yunzhou, but in fact it is like a wall, isolating Yunzhou from the outside and isolating it from the demon clan.

The battle between humans and demons is like a densely woven spider web, trapping all people and demons in it, and these clues are like spider silk threads, connecting and spreading between the spider webs.

Those who are trapped in the net can only be confused like seeing flowers in the fog.

"Don't think about it. This is the general trend of the world. I can't say it, and you can't control it either."

The Demon Lord Zhuhe is a person of temperament, and she knows very well what the demons are planning. However, all the demons who know about this have sworn an oath to the heavens that they cannot reveal anything unless their souls are destroyed.

She doesn't like fighting and killing, but likes eating and drinking. She is an outlier among the demons, but she is very powerful and has some reputation.

In addition, Demon Lord Zhuhe came from a prominent family, so he knew a lot of inside information. After all, they had been eating and drinking together for so many years, and now that something big was about to happen, Demon Lord Zhuhe didn't mind giving a little reminder.

Ling Chu wanted to ask a few more questions, but until the one-hour fight ended today and both sides called off their attacks, Demon Lord Zhuhe did not reveal anything more.

Just three months later, this protracted war on the state border suddenly stopped, and the human monks and the demon army stationed on the border received deployment orders from the rear.

The human race left behind monks to guard the border, and half of the other high-level monks were transferred back.

The demon army retreated a hundred miles, and most of the high-level demon cultivators also withdrew.

The two sides seemed to have formed an inexplicable tacit understanding.

The low-level monks and demon cultivators didn’t know what was going on, but the war and death that had finally stopped made both sides breathe a sigh of relief.

Especially the human cultivators. Although they also advocate fighting against heaven and earth and going against heaven, the goal of human cultivation is always to obtain great freedom and ease, the transcendence of longevity and the power to pick stars with one's hands.

It is difficult to become an immortal and it is painful to seek the truth. No one wants to die on the battlefield and end their own path.

For human cultivators, the ceasefire is truly something worth celebrating.

Even most of the monks felt that after this battle, it would not be a problem for them to go into seclusion for ten or a hundred years.

The Qingquan Mountains where Lingchu is located also received the transfer order. The defense of this world will be taken over by the immortal cultivation sect whose mountain gate was originally located nearby.

Of course, as long as the immortal gate that took over the border defense, the five major immortal gates would give a certain amount of compensation, which was regarded as the reward for defense. Lingchu didn't know what it was exactly, but at the time of the handover, the head of the immortal gate named Jinshuimen didn't show any reluctance on his face, and was even very positive.

In mid-summer, Lingchu, sitting on a spiritual boat filled with disciples of the Three Pure Ones Taoist sect, finally sailed away from the Qingquan Mountains that he had guarded for nearly thirteen years.

He embarked on the journey back to the Sanqing Taoist Sect.

The spirit boat is driven by high-quality spirit stones and piloted by a Jindan Zhenren. It operates day and night, so its return journey is naturally extremely fast.

In less than half a month, the Sanqing Taoist sect's mountain protection formation was already within reach.

When passing through the formation, all the disciples who were originally meditating in the cabin walked onto the deck. They were the monks who always remembered to calm their minds and remain calm in the face of emergencies.

Now, everyone was filled with joy, leaning on the railings of the spirit boat with excitement, looking at the familiar scenery in the sect, pointing at the spirit cranes dancing in the sky, and discussing the past in whispers.

Some lively disciples even shouted excitedly towards the mountains of the Three Pure Ones Taoist Sect, announcing their return.

They finally came back! They came back alive!
The spirit boat passed through the dancing cranes, sailed through the diffuse glow of the sunset, leaped over the rushing white waterfall, and finally slowly docked on the open platform of the Ferry Peak.

There are several spiritual boats of varying sizes moored here, and countless spiritual cranes living here. On weekdays, this place is considered one of the transit stations of the Three Pure Ones Taoist sect, and there is more than one ferry peak like this.

If you cannot master sword flying, or have mastered it but cannot fly for a long time, or want to travel far away, you can find a suitable ferrying method at each ferry peak.

There are spiritual cranes within the sect and spiritual boats outside the sect. Some disciples even set up stalls on the Ferry Peak, using flying magic tools to carry people and earn some contribution points or spiritual stones.

Of course, due to the chaos of the demon clan in recent years, the Ferry Peak has become much quieter.

But when the spirit boat docked and the disciples filed out, the scattered disciples on the Ferry Peak, which was not very lively to begin with, gathered there.

Amid the puzzled eyes of Guizong's disciples, sporadic but loud voices rang out.

"Congratulations to all of you fellow disciples for returning safely!"

Some disciples even squeezed forward and took out a bottle with a green willow branch in it from Cong's storage bag. He held the willow branch in his hand and waved it at everyone. The water droplets with clear and spiritual energy turned into light water vapor and brushed over everyone, bringing a cool feeling.

"Come, come, take a dip in the herbal dew I specially collected, and all the filth will be gone, and you will be healthy every year!"

The long-lost relaxed atmosphere instantly surrounded the returning disciples. The murderous intent acquired from the battlefield and the indifference from having witnessed life and death gradually melted away in the congratulations and laughter.

Fellow disciples who had heard the news came from all directions, and the Ferry Peak was suddenly filled with the joy and excitement of a long-awaited reunion.

Ling Chu did not follow the spirit boat to the Ferry Peak, but instead watched the scenes quietly with his spiritual consciousness above the clouds.

After feeling the joyful scene for a while, Ling Chu left the place and turned into a stream of light and flew towards the hall where the headmaster was.

To return to the sect safely, one must first meet the headmaster.

Along the way, Ling Chu also deliberately used his spiritual sense to scan the situation inside the sect.

Compared to more than ten years ago, there are many more new disciples in the sect, but old disciples, especially cultivators of Lingchu's generation, are rare.

I don’t know whether he is in seclusion, outside, or... has already died.

Ling Chu withdrew his consciousness, but the heaviness in his heart remained unchanged, and his determination to pursue the Tao became even more profound.