Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 715 Gun and Sword
After walking five miles, Pei Ye arrived at the foot of this mountain where ten thousand scales gathered.

Those magnificent sights gradually vanished. They had existed before, but they had all undergone a war-like baptism and were no longer visible. Trees fell, grass was broken, dust and stones flew everywhere, and even the water appeared murky.

After crossing a certain line, the scaled demons stopped paying attention to him. They swam and crowded up the mountain, seemingly only capable of carrying out one command.

Pei Ye realized earlier that they lacked the ability to communicate with each other, while Yong Ji, despite possessing the [White Water] Immortal Authority, also lacked control over this mirage.

It was indeed a turbulent time of the Water Lord's ascension to the throne. For all those who entered the world, it lacked order and was full of unknowns.

The false ruler seized the power of the immortals, and his influence extended to all directions, but he still failed to fully control this spiritual realm.

Everything was in chaos.

Pei Ye had already seen the figure dressed in black.

At the top of the mountain, he stood suspended in the water, his clothes and hair exactly as Xi Tingxin had seen him that day, perhaps indicating that he had not fought with anyone for the past three days.

He held a cold, sharp, black iron spear in his hand.

Countless scaled demons gathered at his feet, surging towards the direction of his gaze. He was indeed the ruler of this world now; those still normal demon spirits had probably suffered a crushing defeat, either being slaughtered or avoiding this place altogether, never daring to approach again.

Pei Ye followed the scaled demons up the mountain, and when he looked up, all he could see were surging shadows.

The ground beneath my feet was unexpectedly hard. The mountain was tall and rugged, with countless sharp protrusions, some only as tall as a person, and others like buildings.

Trees grew from above, and now they broke and fell. These tree trunks were as hard as bone and horn, unlike the texture of wood. Pei Ye walked up step by step, bent down to pick up a long, slender tree trunk, and dragged it behind him without saying a word.

High on the mountain, countless scales wriggle and crawl.

From the mountainside upwards, the mountain begins to have a hollowed-out structure, like an arched anthill, where scaled demons roar and swim in and out, as if they want to tear apart every piece of flesh that comes into their sight.

And on the ridge, some huge shadows lurked there.

The most conspicuous one was tens to nearly a hundred feet long, with a body as thick as a cart. Its scales gleamed with a jet-black luster, and its arched neck occasionally revealed yellow pupils and a bright red mouth. It was a water serpent.

On the other side lay a leopard-like figure, several meters long, agile and dangerous, with sharp teeth and claws, but without hind limbs, replaced by a long and powerful tail fin.

And there were also giant turtles with blue and red bodies, water tigers with all four limbs... These figures stood out among the ever-flowing scaled demons. They were creatures that had lived for countless years, and should have had no natural enemies in their own territory. Now they had all gathered together, their fierce and cold eyes looking down into the mountains.

Everything was banished from here, and the whole world seemed to consist only of hissing and the sound of scales rubbing together.

The black-clad figures suspended high in the sky resemble their sovereigns.

"What's the point of merely prolonging one's life?"

After an unknown amount of time, Yong Ji lowered his eyes and once again spoke in a clear, low voice that echoed through the water.

In a hollowed-out part of the mountain, a frail figure leaned against the wall in the distance, appearing far too delicate compared to any of the scaled demons.

She was dressed in pure white clothes, but the right half was stained red. Old blood had spread in the water, becoming a clear spring, leaving only a large patch of pale red on the fabric.

Her long hair was loose, barely held up with a blade of grass. She seemed to have difficulty even sitting up straight, but she still sat cross-legged upright, leaning her back against the pillar like a hermit in cultivation. Hearing this, she seemed to raise her eyes slightly and glance at the black-clad figure in the distance.

Five feet in front of her, the openwork was sealed off by a curtain of water flowing against the current. Dozens, even hundreds, of scaled demons of various shapes fiercely crowded together and violently tore at this water curtain, like wolves that had been starving for countless days tearing at their prey, jostling and fighting for it, almost crowding together into a distorted, jagged mass. The agile mermaids, on the other hand, kept moving about, searching for crevices in the mountain.

Then everything can be explained.

Within a radius of ten miles, tens of thousands of scaled demons from the entire mountain were pressing down on this small space.

This should have been the end of a world, everything was so faint as if it were about to dissipate, and the creatures that once lived here had died in large numbers, and the few who survived trembled and hid away. All that could be seen was darkness, and there was no hope to be seen anymore.

That tiny white figure in that swaying space was the last place they hadn't yet breached.

The scales gnawed at the door.

This scene once occurred beneath the Eight Pools in the Daming Palace. But now, it is tens of thousands of scaled demons from the entire Spirit Realm, and they are only attacking a thin, narrow door.

"You can't even move, just hiding in your shell, trying to catch your breath for a few more days. Is this your grand plan? Four hundred years ago, the Li family ancestor committed suicide by self-immolation, and there was no one as pathetic as you."

Yong Ji stared down indifferently, paused for a moment after speaking, and only the sounds of scales and claws remained in the realm.

He sat down cross-legged in mid-air and whispered as if chatting: "Pei Ye refused to exchange you for Xi Ting or Xing Quan. So no one will care about you anymore. It has been raining for four days. In three more days, when the rain stops, the Spirit Realm will completely disappear, and all traces of you will be completely wiped out from the human world."

The woman in white simply lowered her head quietly, drawing some water towards her, kneading and weaving it in her palms until it formed a long ribbon.

"What's it like to be forgotten by the world...? But I think you won't have the chance to taste it." Yong Ji lowered his head and stroked his spear. "Although the world will be under our control in three days, and all your reliance will disappear, I still want to bring it forward as soon as possible. Let's kill you today... Li Xizhou, how do you want to die?"

The woman then tilted her head back and seemed to smile faintly at him: "Yong, how do you want to die?"

Yong Ji was not angry. He said, "You dared to rush in straight in, which caught us off guard. We were deaf and blind in the Spirit Realm, so we couldn't have caught your trail. But you have trapped yourself... Hand over the true blood. It's pointless to waste another day. I will try my best to give you a quick death."

The woman stopped answering. She leaned against the wall quietly, head bowed. There was no doctor in the mirage, and she hadn't had any help for many days. A thin veil of water was the last barrier between her and the sharp teeth and claws just inches away.

She had indeed persevered for a long time. Three days ago, Yong Ji thought she would give up. But she kept going, waiting. Before he had control of the Mirage Realm, he really had no natural way to restrain this Child of the Mirage Realm.

But perseverance always has an end. Within today, this silk will shatter, and in a few breaths, she will be torn to pieces.

"The Mirage Realm has thrived for four thousand years, truly gathering an awe-inspiring power." Yong Ji lowered his eyes to look at the surging scales on the entire mountain. "Is there any hope for a faint miracle? Even if the Water Lord is resurrected, it is powerless to reverse the situation."

Indeed, as he said, this was a power that made all who saw it tremble. The boundless scaly creatures stretched as far as the eye could see, like a dark, surging tide. Several enormous figures resembled generals and ministers, while the black-clad figure seated in the air was the king of all. For the past three days, no living being in this world had dared to defy his majesty.

The so-called Water Lord is nothing more than this.

Yongji raised his spear, and several enormous water demons slowly straightened up from their prone positions, their fierce eyes all fixed on the small window covered by the scales.

Pei Ye walked silently among the scaled demons, head down, using the jade tiger to trim the forked ends of the long branch in his hand. The material was extremely hard, and he had to use a great deal of true energy to slowly whittle the tip into a sharp shape.

Anyway, there are Qi replenishment supplies everywhere here.

He realized that what he had said to Zhu Gaoyang was naive at the time... He had never truly forgiven her.

She left without a word, and there was no further news. This was enough to infuriate him. He was emotionally torn and felt that she was completely inexplicable.

Deep down, he sometimes doesn't even realize that he actually cares a lot about these things.

Because he himself has always been honest.

He puts on an honest facade, yet secretly hides something... The boy has few memories of his parents from childhood. He warmly opens his heart to everyone he meets and identifies with, hoping for an equally sincere response.

A person's defensiveness can affect their judgment of another person.

He had almost come to believe that Xu Chuo was someone he could confide in, when she was willing to help him rescue Meng'er, and when they sat side by side in front of the Zhu Jing Palace, waiting together for the assassin who would appear at any moment. But her sudden departure brought him back to his senses.

He never knew what she really wanted to do.

Actually, when you think about it carefully, is there really any truly heartfelt friendship in the world? Grandpa Yue never told him about his past, and Piao Qing will remain in the jade where she was born and raised. Everyone has their own path. From the moment we come into this world until the very end, we are always, and will always be, alone.

...Perhaps, only Miss Ming could do it.

Pei Ye pressed his thumb against the blade, applied pressure, and silently shaved away another strip of curled material. The tip of the rod became visibly sharp.

But his anger was still burning fiercely.

After seeing the atrocity revealed by that pool of blood.

Since their separation at Zhujing Palace, eight or nine days have passed. The woman has been alone in this spiritual realm, facing these sharp teeth and claws. Yongji has been hunting her down, pinning her to a rock with his iron spear, and dissecting her body... Yongji, how powerful you are! She must be no match for you.

Whatever problems existed between him and the woman, those warm feelings were real.

The exhilaration of cleaning up the capital together, the heartfelt conversations over drinks... When he rescued her from the assassins, Pei Ye felt for a moment that he was the most powerful swordsman in the world.

Pei Ye carried the sharp pole and ascended step by step, surrounded by countless scales that obeyed his command. The black-clad Water Lord sat cross-legged in the air, spear in hand.

It seemed that no one in the entire spiritual realm dared to defy his authority.

Since he intends to kill that woman, any discordant sound would cause the black tide to surge and engulf him. Who would dare to reveal their whereabouts in such a situation?

Pei Ye turned the tip of the sword in his hand and gripped the middle section, causing all the muscles in his body to tense up and bulge.

Yong Ji said indifferently from mid-air, "You're just as stubborn—"

He paused for a moment, then closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he was already in the Western Courtyard, with wind and snow raging everywhere. He looked up and saw the young man on the cliff looking down at him. His eyes were not filled with the rage he had shown before, but were extremely cold. It seemed that all the fierce flames were suppressed in his eyes, and there were no flames behind him... Then Yong Ji suddenly realized that half of his anger last time was an act.

Yong Ji narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Do you regret it? But the opportunity has already passed."

But the boy on the cliff only looked down at him, his voice very low. He seemed to say something, but it was swallowed up by the wind and snow. In an instant, a bone-chilling cold rose from Yong Ji's body outside the world, and he suddenly broke free from the divine realm.

Everything was as still as night. Countless scales froze in a moment of terror, turning their heads, their yellow or blue pupils staring straight at the sky.

A figure with flying hair leaped ten feet into the air.

He stood before the black-clad figure whose eyes had suddenly opened, sword in one hand and gun in the other, his figure in the air like a large bird. Surrounded by countless scales, he looked exactly like someone about to assassinate the king.

Yong Ji's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He suddenly leaned back and thrust his spear horizontally, but Pei Ye's sword had already slid past the shaft of his spear, causing his long sleeves to flutter and ignite. At this distance, the speed was something Yong Ji could not possibly handle.

He twisted his arm fiercely, and a surging river seemed to suddenly emerge from his spear. The collision of true energy caused the water several feet around him to expand and explode. He let the sword slide past his spear and pierce his heart and lungs, without defending himself, but instead thrusting it straight into the boy's throat.

This was Yong Ji's first move. This prince from the north had almost never shown his cultivation level in the capital, and this was a power that Pei Ye absolutely could not handle.

Exchange injury for life.

But Pei Ye did not dodge either. The spear went straight into his throat, shredding his flesh and throat bones, almost blowing his entire head off... and then turning into a flurry of white feathers.

The white feathers reformed, and Pei Ye didn't go anywhere; he simply moved forward one step further than he had before.

With disheveled hair and glaring eyes, he stood directly in front of Yong Ji, staring intently into those eyes so close to his face.

Under that intense gaze, Yong Ji finally heard the words spoken on the West Court Cliff.

The boy's bright eyes seemed to be tinged with gold as he gritted his teeth and growled, "You think you're good with a gun?!"

He gripped the bony, horn-like rod in his hand, his arm muscles and veins bulging, causing it to pierce through water and air, and fiercely penetrate Yong Ji's chest and abdomen.

The spear tip suddenly pierced through his back, spraying blood, and high in the sky, one body pressed down on another like a meteor, crashing down onto the cliff!
(End of this chapter)