Yinshan Record

Chapter 662 Why the Relentless Press? (Part 2)

Lei Xun's eloquent speech caused Da Wu Dao Ren to frown and reassess the current situation.

"senior……"

For a moment, Shi Rui didn't know what words to use to describe Zuo Lengchan in front of her. After thinking for a long time, she came up with the word "senior".

“...My father, he…”

"Master Shi is doing very well."

Su Che would not change his attitude towards Shi Rui just because Qingxu Sect was the number one sect in the seventy-two kingdoms. If he didn't even dare to provoke a mere disciple of Qingxu Sect, he might as well pack his things and return to the Central Plains as soon as possible.

"Fellow Daoist Zuo, you walk with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger. Are you planning to establish a foothold in Wushi City?"

The old master Dawu, being a seasoned veteran of the martial world, naturally wouldn't let Shi Rui continue asking questions like that, and quickly changed the subject.

"To stand up for what is right when you see injustice on the road."

Su Che responded simply.

"Fellow Daoist Zuo is a man of few words and quick thinking."

The Great Taoist Master Dawu glanced at Shi Rui and then spoke.

"We'd like to visit Wushi City for a while, would that be convenient?"

Su Che said without hesitation.

"Then let me do my part as a host."

Shi Rui wanted to say something more, but a Qingxu Sect disciple dressed in brocade robes next to her gently tugged at her sleeve.

Su Che naturally saw all of this.

The disciples of Qingxu Sect and Su Che traveled together towards Wushi City.

On the other side, the defeated monsters gradually regrouped in one place.

This is a small hill, not far from Wushi City. Countless demons gather here, and the overwhelming demonic energy soars into the sky, even attracting the attention of the heavens and earth, causing a strange rainbow to hang between heaven and earth.

These monsters are arranged in concentric circles.

The outermost layer consists of ordinary monsters that are not far from the demon beasts. Most of them have not yet taken human form and are more like wild beasts than spirits.

The number of these wild beasts is simply incalculable.

Countless demonic beasts—jackals, wolves, tigers, leopards, bears, deer, snakes, and eagles—coexisted in one place, resembling a lake.

Within the outermost layer of wild beasts were the monsters who could barely take human form. They could walk upright, and although they were still covered in fur and horns, they had, in general, taken on a human-like appearance.

These monsters, each wielding weapons and carrying banners, resembled a large army summoned by a human court. Each camp was divided into sections, each with its own officers and generals, arrayed in battle formation. While not exactly an unparalleled elite force, they were certainly a formidable army.
Inside these heavily armored demon soldiers were all sorts of bizarre and grotesque monsters.

Some were enormous, like small mountains, while others were shrouded in demonic energy, their forms twisted and abstract. But overall, they had all achieved considerable success in their cultivation. Among them, some appeared to have completely transformed into human form.

Most of them were powerful demons at the Divine Transformation or Core Formation stages, and they maintained a certain distance from each other, each slowly moving forward.

At the very center of all this was a thin wisp of mist.

Two powerful demons, both at the Rejuvenation Realm, hurried along through the mist.

One of the demons was slender and wore a purple, close-fitting leather coat, while the other demon resembled an ape, standing ten feet tall, with a small horn on its forehead.

The two demons stopped in their tracks amidst the mist.

"The horn-shaped iron pipa."

A cold voice came from within the mist.

"You two returned, but lost Bear Seven. According to our military law, what should be done with you?"

The voice was hoarse and deep, carrying an eerie quality that seemed to want to rip one's soul from their body.

“The bear seven did not obey my orders, so he deserves to die.”

"Leaving the horn," the ape-like Rejuvenating Demon slowly spoke, its voice high-pitched. During the fight with Su Che, it had remained hidden to the side and had not made a move.

"A righteous way to die? Go tell the Black Wind Great Sage that." The owner of the cold voice revealed himself in the mist. He was a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, with a pair of cold sheep eyes and a long white beard that reached down to his chest.

"Don't think that just because the Great Sage Illusion appreciates you, I can't do anything to you."

Li Jiao knelt on one knee in front of him and said, "Li Jiao dares not, but this time I have met my match."

As he spoke, he held something high in his hands.

"Governor Shang, please take a look."

The middle-aged man squinted at Li Jiao's outstretched palms, on which were two fragments of ironware.

Humph.

He snorted, and Li Jiao continued speaking.

"The reason for this defeat is that we encountered an extremely powerful cultivator who not only broke Iron Pipa's scorpion tail flying needles, but also shattered Bear Seven's weapon."

Li Jiao shook his head.

"Think about that Bear Seven, who belongs to the Black Wind Great Sage lineage, always forges his demonic essence with his weapon, which gives it great power when used. Yet, it was easily shattered by that cultivator."

"This humble servant believes that such supernatural power might be related to the one that previously invaded my An Kingdom..."

Before Li Jiao could finish speaking, Governor Shang let out another cold snort.

Some things are better left unsaid once you know them.

Indeed, although this group of demon kings only occupied Anguo and treated the living people there like animals, they still used the name of Anguo on a daily basis.

There was also a court, under which various officials were appointed.

With such a powerful and immortal demon presiding over the kingdom, the foundation of these seventy-two kingdoms is naturally solid.

After all, the Qingxu Sect is currently embroiled in internal strife and has no time to deal with them.

Overall, we've had a relatively peaceful period.

However, a few days ago, a rogue cultivator appeared out of nowhere and wreaked havoc throughout the entire An Kingdom. He was a ghostly figure and killed countless monsters in the kingdom. Even the Demon King, who was in charge of the kingdom's immortality, suffered some hardship.

After some thought, everyone suspected that the ghost cultivators on the other side of Little Green Mountain were the culprits.

At this critical juncture, numerous frictions broke out on the border between the two sides, with Xiao Qingshan mobilizing troops, though it was unclear what those bastards were up to.

But the monsters were determined.

Let's meet with Xiao Qingshan first.

That's how this army was able to set out.

Shang Dudu was a sheep demon who had already reached the initial stage of the Void Step realm, and was therefore chosen as the commander of this force.

In Anguo, the monsters are judged not only by their abilities but also by their background.

Although we are all monsters, it depends on what kind of creature you are, who your master is, and who your parents are.

As a sheep demon, this Shang governor was related to the Great Sage of Dividing Water, one of the three immortal demon kings. He had the highest cultivation level and was naturally the most arrogant.

Li Jiao is a demon monkey, and naturally, he has the support of the Great Sage Illusion of the Monkey King lineage.

Just like that iron pipa that turned into a scorpion spirit, she had no one behind her, so she could only listen from the sidelines.

As for Bear Demon Seven, he is the nephew of Black Wind Great Sage. Although this demon king has not attained immortality, he is still a powerful figure among demon kings.

Governor Shang naturally had to take a look as well.

The ram demon picked up the iron plate held up by Li Jiao, sensed it briefly, and a glint of light flashed in its eyes.

Yes, very similar.

The sword intent still lingering on these fragments does indeed bear some resemblance to the mysterious ghost that stormed Anguo that day.

(End of this chapter)