Qinghe Immortal Clan.

The two who arrived were Zhu Qizheng and his companion, who had just come to help.

"Fellow Daoist Song, is that demon already dead?"

They had previously helped Song Qingming restrain the "Crimson Cloud Saint Demon," but were subsequently repelled and temporarily withdrawn from the battlefield. Both of them were now carrying minor injuries.

Seeing that Song Qingming had successfully killed the "Crimson Cloud Saint Demon" with a single strike, Zhu Qi and another Nascent Soul cultivator both wore expressions of disbelief.

Even now, they still find it hard to believe that the ferocious demon who was just now has been reduced to ashes. Their eyes now show more respect for Song Qingming.

Hearing the questions from the two people beside him, Song Qingming quickly nodded in response and then turned his gaze to the black mist below.

"Fellow Daoists, Fellow Daoist Lü and the others are still trapped down there. Let's talk about it after we rescue them!"

"Fellow Daoist is right. We will follow Fellow Daoist Song's arrangements from now on!"

".."

Below, within the black mist formation, the three individuals, including "Master Qingyu," were each activating their magical treasures in an attempt to break free from the black mist formation before them.

However, despite trying many methods, they still couldn't break through the magic array.

This black mist formation seemed to contain a lot of spatial power. No matter how hard they attacked the formation, most of their attack power was absorbed by the black mist, making them unable to break through the formation for the time being.

Having been trapped for so long, the three of them have already exhausted a lot of their magical power.

As time went by, and with no clear information about the situation outside, the group grew increasingly anxious.

Just when they were at a loss, a circular vortex suddenly appeared in the middle of the black mist.

The next moment, the three of them, including "Qingyu Zhenren", felt a powerful suction force coming from the vortex and immediately frowned.

"Oh no! This thing seems to be a restrictive magic array. We must not get sucked into it."

Sensing that the vortex ahead was hostile, "Master Qingyu" quickly warned the other two beside him, and the three of them immediately used their protective escape light to resist the suction force.

Within the black mist, the green-robed man who was manipulating the magic array revealed a hint of mockery in his eyes when he saw the three human cultivators struggling within the array.

Just as the three of them, including "Qingyu Zhenren", were struggling to hold on in front of the black vortex.

The green-robed man in the black mist suddenly sensed an unusual aura, and an expression of disbelief immediately appeared on his face.

The next moment, as the green-robed man cast a spell with one hand, a black mirror suddenly appeared in front of him, revealing the scene outside the black mist.

The battlefield, which had been raging with battle, was now reduced to just Song Qingming and his two companions who had arrived in front of the black mist.

The "Crimson Saint Demon" who had been following him all along had vanished without a trace, and not even a trace of his aura could be sensed.

"What's wrong with this guy? What happened?"

Having known "Crimson Primordial Saint Demon" for so long, he naturally had some understanding of the other party's strength.

The human cultivators outside, the highest of whom were only at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, could not easily defeat him even if seven or eight of them joined forces.

But now, not only has the aura of the "Crimson Origin Saint Demon" disappeared, but even his primordial spirit cannot be sensed, which makes the green-robed man somewhat unable to believe this fact.

Just as the green-robed man looked puzzled, Song Qingming and the other two standing outside the black mist also began to vigorously cast spells to attack the black mist in front of them.

"boom!.."

A series of sounds came from outside, and the mirror in front of the green-robed man in the black mist began to shake violently.

At this moment, looking at the turbulent black mist around him, his expression had become extremely ugly.

"Damn it, we were so close."

Although he was somewhat reluctant, the green-robed man, sensing the danger, decisively withdrew the array plate and disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, the three "Qingyu Zhenren" who were still fighting against the black vortex in front of them suddenly felt the pressure on their bodies ease, and then the vortex in front of them disappeared.

Before the three could figure out what was happening, the surrounding black mist suddenly began to shake violently, as if someone was attacking the formation from the outside.

"This looks like reinforcements have arrived! Everyone, quickly cast a spell together to break this damned restriction."

Sensing that the commotion seemed to be coming from outside, "Master Qingyu" was immediately delighted and quickly joined the other two in casting spells to help attack the black magic array above their heads.

".."

Half an hour later, a sound of a magic array collapsing was heard from below, and three figures immediately flew out of the black mist and stopped in mid-air.

It was none other than the three "Qingyu Zhenren" who had been trapped for a long time!
"Senior Brother Lü, that's great! Are you all alright?"

Seeing that "Master Qingyu" and the others were all safe and sound, Zhu Qi was overjoyed and quickly went forward to greet them.

"Junior Brother Zhu, was it you who broke the restriction?"

"Many thanks to my fellow Daoists for saving me, I am deeply grateful!"

Upon seeing Song Qingming and his companions who had come to greet them, Lü Yue and "Qingyu Zhenren" quickly bowed and paid their respects to them.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Qizheng quickly replied, "You all misunderstand. It was only thanks to Fellow Daoist Song's intervention in slaying the True Demon that we were able to extricate ourselves from the rescue. We dare not accept such a great contribution!"

Upon hearing Zhu Qizheng's explanation, the three "Qingyu Zhenren" turned their attention to Song Qingming, only then realizing that his aura was already close to the late Nascent Soul stage.

Seeing this, the three immediately understood and bowed to Song Qingming again.

"I have only done my best. Fellow Daoists, you are too kind!"

"It is thanks to Fellow Daoist Song's help today that we have been able to turn danger into safety. After this matter is over, I must find an opportunity to have a drink with you."

At this moment, even the most powerful cultivator present, "Qingyu Zhenren," looked at Song Qingming with a greater sense of respect.

Just as everyone gathered in mid-air, the black mist below began to dissipate, and soon the black stone platform they had seen before was revealed again.

At this moment, countless black demons below rapidly gathered towards the stone platform, seemingly wanting to protect this crucial array eye.

Seeing this, "Master Qingyu" immediately spoke to everyone:

"Fellow Daoists, the situation is urgent. To break this deadlock, we must first destroy the array's core below. I beg your help!"

"Rest assured, Elder, we will obey your orders."

".."

Upon hearing Qingyu Zhenren's suggestion, the others present quickly agreed, and then they headed straight for the "black stone platform" below.

Three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, led by "Qingyu Zhenren," were responsible for casting spells to break the great formation.

Song Qingming, Zhu Qizheng, and the others surrounded them, casting spells to deal with the countless low-level demons that surged in like a tide.

In an instant, the area around the "black array platform" was covered with spiritual light of various colors, and countless magical roars echoed across the battlefield.
Just as Song Qingming and the others were doing their best to destroy the "black stone platform," a green-robed figure took the opportunity to quietly retreat into the distance, enveloped in a cloud of black mist, from the remaining black fog not far from the battlefield.

Once he had completely merged with the countless low-level demons around him, the green-robed figure turned around and glanced at the group attacking the array's core not far ahead, a hint of resentment still flashing in his eyes.

A moment later, the green figure turned and disappeared among the many demons.

".."

Half an incense stick's time had passed, and countless black demon corpses had already fallen around the battlefield.

Several giant swords fell from mid-air, and the "black stone platform" below finally shattered, turning into a pile of rocks scattered on the surrounding open ground.

With three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators working together, the restriction above the array's core ultimately couldn't hold for long and was destroyed by "Master Qingyu" with a single sword strike.

At the same time, the black clouds covering "Gale Mountain" also quickly dissipated, gradually revealing the towering boulders that had been hidden below.

The numerous low-level cultivators who were still battling the demons at the foot of the mountain in the distance, upon seeing the gradually dissipating black mist before them, immediately shouted excitedly.

"The great formation has been destroyed by the Ancestor!"

"Haha, everyone hurry up, our chance to make a name for ourselves has arrived."

".."

Seeing that the demonic cultivators' "mountain-protecting formation" on the mountain had been destroyed, many human cultivators cheered and rushed up the mountain.

On the other hand, the monsters still showed great ferocity and tenacity.

However, without the cover of the black mist array, they were clearly no match for the human cultivator army in terms of combat strength, and soon they were forced to retreat step by step by the human cultivators on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, atop the mountain, after "Master Qingyu" led Song Qingming and the others to join the battle, those Nascent Soul demons who had initially been able to hold off the human cultivators quickly fell into a disadvantageous position as well.

They held out for less than an hour before several Nascent Soul demons died under the siege of human cultivators.

Seeing that the human cultivators below were also rapidly advancing up the mountain, and that their own side was gradually retreating and could no longer resist, they realized that the human army was also advancing rapidly up the mountain.

The more intelligent Nascent Soul demons on the mountaintop finally realized that their defeat was inevitable, and soon several of the more powerful Nascent Soul demon shadows were the first to withdraw from the battlefield and flee north.

The retreat of these Nascent Soul demons quickly influenced the numerous low-level demons below. In an instant, countless dark demon armies turned and fled north into the "Dark Cloud Mountains."

The human cultivators below would naturally not easily let go of this golden opportunity to make a name for themselves.

Once the demon army was defeated, they immediately surrounded it from three other directions, trapping tens of thousands of low-level demons who couldn't escape on "Gale Mountain".

Soon, an extremely fierce battle to destroy the demon unfolded on the mountain.

".."

The battle lasted for a full day. By the time the "Gale Mountain" finally quieted down, the entire fourth-level spiritual vein was stained red with blood.

Countless corpses and various ruins were left behind.
-
In the north, in the "Dark Cloud Mountains".

In a cave located on the north side of the mountain range, a man in black sat cross-legged in the cave, with a wisp of pure demonic energy swirling around him.

Even as the man in black was absorbing and refining the surrounding demonic energy, a sudden sharp pain struck his sea of ​​consciousness, causing him to let out a scream before collapsing to the ground.

In his dream, the man suddenly found himself in a dimly lit space, where a ball of crimson flame was slowly burning something in the distance.

Seeing this, the man in black endured the throbbing pain in his head and resolutely walked slowly toward the location of the crimson flames.

Just as he was about to reach the flames, a figure suddenly emerged from the flames, smiling as he looked at the man in black before him.

"Hehe! After nurturing you for so long, you've finally come in handy!"

After the red-clad figure finished speaking, he reached out to grab the man in black in front of him.

But just as he was about to make contact with the other party, a ball of black flames suddenly erupted from the other party's body and tightly wrapped around him, making it impossible for him to take another step forward.

Upon seeing this, the red-clad figure was surprised for a moment, but a smile quickly appeared in his eyes as he looked at the other person.

"Hahaha, I knew I hadn't misjudged you, kid. You actually had a trick up your sleeve behind my back."

However, with your meager cultivation level, you think you can resist my primordial spirit? You're being far too naive. I think you should just accept your fate and hand over your physical body.

"Don't worry, once I return to the Holy Realm, I will take good care of this body. Perhaps we will meet again when you are reincarnated."

Despite the red figure's seductive words, the black-clad man's expression remained unchanged, but the black flames on his body burned even more fiercely.

"Integrating true demonic energy into one's own primordial spirit is indeed a good way to resist the possession of one's primordial spirit."

However, if you do this, your primordial spirit will also be eroded by the true demonic energy, and you won't be able to hold on for long either. It will only increase your suffering.

I advise you not to make these futile struggles anymore.

Despite the raging black flames, the crimson figure persisted, trying to persuade the other to give up the fight.

But no matter how he tried to persuade him, the man in black remained unmoved, continuing to let the black flames on his body burn fiercely.

After a long standoff, the red-clad figure suddenly stopped speaking, and a look of displeasure appeared on his face.

"This is... Oh no, how could my primordial spirit be so badly injured that it can't even withstand this little bit of true demonic energy?"

how can that be!

"Oh no! If I possess this kid, I'll never be able to return to the Holy Realm. I've waited so many years already; I can't let this happen!"

The "Crimson Primordial Figure," who had just been so confident, suddenly felt his primordial spirit begin to melt and disappear in the black flames, and immediately became somewhat panicked.

"Wait, stop right now, kid. If you keep going like this, we'll both be done for."

“Brother Xuanfeng, our matter can be discussed slowly. Why be so adamant? No one will benefit from this.”

"Stop casting your spells first, and I can promise not to attack you again. I will find another body to possess, and from now on I will take you as my personal disciple and take you back to the Holy Realm with me. How about that?"

With my true form present, I can definitely help you advance to the Nascent Soul stage, or even a higher realm. Achieving immortality is not out of the question.

You must believe me, the Holy Realm is far better than you think. If you can return there, you will never regret it in this lifetime.

"Brother Xuanfeng, Brother Xuanfeng..."

"Ah! This can't be done!"

No matter how the red figure called out, the man in black did not respond, as if he had suddenly fallen asleep.

Only after the crimson figure was completely melted by the black flames did the figure in black slowly open his eyes.

Apart from some ashes still floating in mid-air, there was no longer any red figure in sight, and the surroundings were eerily silent.

"What happened? Has he really disappeared?"

Looking at the empty void around him, the man in black seemed to still not believe what was happening before his eyes, and began to recall everything that had just happened in his mind.

After a long while, the man in black finally let out a slow sigh of relief, and exhausted, he collapsed to the ground.

".."
-
In the Eastern Phoenix Kingdom, at Xuankong Temple on Mount Dangmo.

In a small town at the foot of Xuankong Temple Mountain, Huang Siyuan was walking alone on the street, calmly looking around at the shops and stores.

This small town called Changnan is similar to Mujiao Town at the foot of Songjia Funiu Mountain; it is also an ordinary mortal town attached to the periphery of the "Dangmo Palace".

Because the porcelain art of Changnan Town is famous in the surrounding area, the entire town is full of shops selling all kinds of porcelain, attracting many merchants and customers from the outside world.

Having lived in Xuankong Temple for almost a year, Huang Siyuan has never dared to go too far. She only comes to this small town at the foot of the mountain when she feels bored.

“Master, look how big that peach is, it looks so real. And what’s on that teapot? It looks exactly like me. Could someone have seen me?”
"Master, why don't you let me out? I promise I'll be obedient this time and won't cause any trouble."

As Huang Siyuan was strolling around, she suddenly heard a series of sounds coming from her left arm. It was Chi Yan hiding in her sleeve.

Although "Crimson Flame" is much smaller than other demonic beasts, its size is not much different from that of an ordinary mortal rat.

However, Huang Siyuan was still worried that it would frighten the mortals nearby, so she forcibly stuffed it into her sleeve, which made her keep complaining after "Crimson Flame" came down the mountain.

In order not to frighten the mortals nearby, Huang Siyuan shook her head after thinking for a moment.

"You said you wouldn't cause trouble last time, but you still broke someone's porcelain."

"I finally made it down the mountain, so don't ruin my mood. Just stay put, and I'll bring you whatever you want on the way back."

After criticizing the "Crimson Flame" in her sleeve, Huang Siyuan turned her gaze to the shops on both sides of the street, wanting to see if there was anything she liked.

After glancing around a few times, Huang Siyuan's attention was quickly drawn to a stall under a locust tree on the street, and she moved over there on her own initiative.

On a simple stone platform sat a wooden plank three or four feet wide, upon which lay dozens of carved human-shaped figurines and some ordinary ceramic teaware that gleamed white. Compared to the exquisite items on the surrounding stalls, they were truly unremarkable.

The person looking after the stall was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Huang Siyuan was engrossed in polishing an unfired teapot, and with a long robe covering her figure, she couldn't immediately tell whether the other person was male or female.

After picking up a white porcelain bowl from the table and examining it, Huang Siyuan noticed that the stall owner didn't seem to have noticed anyone at the stall, so she pretended to cough lightly twice.

"Ten coins each for a teacup, no bargaining!"

The boy who heard the noise did not look up. He simply pointed to a wooden sign hanging on a tree behind him and then began polishing the teapot in his hand.

"Little sister, did you make all these teacups?"

Judging from the voice of the person in front of her, Huang Siyuan already knew that the person in front of her was a young woman, and asked again.

This time, the young girl who was setting up the stall finally stopped what she was doing, looked up at Huang Siyuan in front of her with some confusion.

"You're just buying something, why are you asking so many questions?"

"And don't call me 'little sister.' You're probably not even as old as me!" After saying that, the little girl glanced at Huang Siyuan and tried to take the teacup from her hand.

"Excuse me, I'll take this teacup!"

Seeing the other person place their hand in front of her, Huang Siyuan quickly took out ten coins from her pocket and put them in the other person's hand, then nodded apologetically.

After buying the teacup, Huang Siyuan turned around and left the stall.

The little girl who ran the stall was engrossed in repairing her teapot again, ignoring the shouts and calls coming from the street.

As the sun set and fewer and fewer people appeared on the street, the little girl finally put down her teapot with some satisfaction and then packed the items from her stall into two bamboo baskets beside her.

The little girl, despite her small stature, walked briskly down the street carrying two bamboo baskets, without any apparent difficulty.

And in an inconspicuous spot some distance behind her, an even smaller figure was quietly following her, with a hint of curiosity in its eyes.

In a courtyard halfway up a mountain, several miles from the town, an old woman in a blue robe was carefully placing freshly made porcelain bowls onto a stone slab in front of her.

These porcelain bowls are all semi-finished products that have just been shaped from clay. They still need to be fired at high temperatures in a kiln to become real porcelain.

After arranging the porcelain bowls in front of him, the old man turned around and opened the stove next to him, which had already been extinguished, and carefully took out another batch of porcelain that he had fired the day before.

There were more than a dozen porcelain bowls in front of me, their colors crystal clear and bright. They were clearly top-quality porcelain, and if they were placed in a small town at the foot of the mountain, they would surely fetch a high price.

The old man, however, did not appear pleased when he saw the finished products. He simply picked up two porcelain bowls and gently tapped them together.

"bite!.."

Upon hearing the sound of porcelain being struck, the old man immediately closed his eyes, patiently savoring the subtle unusualness in the sound.

After a while, the sound of crisp porcelain breaking could be heard.

The freshly fired porcelain bowls were suddenly thrown behind her and shattered into pieces on the spot.

Then, on the ground behind the old woman, all sorts of ceramic shards had already piled up into a small mountain, and it was unknown how many of them were directly smashed by her.

Just as the old man smashed the last porcelain bowl in his hand, the sound of a door opening suddenly came from the courtyard, and then a little girl carrying a bamboo basket quickly walked in.

"Master, why did you smash all the bowls again? Why couldn't you leave a few for me?"

You keep telling me to go out and sell things at a stall, but you've smashed all the good stuff. When am I ever going to finish the task you assigned me?

"They're all worthless pieces, why bother taking them out to embarrass ourselves? Wouldn't it be much easier to just smash them?"

As soon as the old woman in the green robe stepped into the courtyard, a hint of doubt suddenly appeared in her gaze as she looked at the little girl.

Did you run into anyone today?

"What kind of person are you referring to? I only sold one teacup today, and I didn't seem to see anyone strange!"

The little girl looked at the old man in the green robe with a puzzled expression, only to see that his gaze was fixed on her back. A crimson light flashed in the grass far away outside the door.

"Huh! When did this guy follow me? I didn't even notice him."

Upon seeing the suddenly appearing crimson figure, the little girl's expression changed instantly, and she transformed into a golden light and chased after it.

But then, a figure quickly blocked her way; it was the woman in yellow who had bought the teacup from her earlier.

At this moment, a small, bright red mouse appeared on her shoulder.

"It's you! What do you want from me?"

Seeing the puzzled little girl, Huang Siyuan quickly stepped forward, cupped her hands in apology, and said:
"Fellow Daoist, please don't misunderstand. I just wanted to know which senior made the teacup I bought earlier, so I followed you here. I have no ill intentions."

"Hmph! Don't think that just because you're a Golden Core cultivator you can act recklessly here. We're not afraid of your Demon-Slaying Sect."

Seeing that the little girl seemed to have misunderstood her identity, Huang Siyuan immediately took out an exquisite white porcelain teacup from her person and threw it directly to the person in front of her.

"Fellow Daoist, you misunderstand. I am not from the Demon-Slaying Palace, and I am not here today to cause trouble. I am here today for this item."

The little girl took the teacup that Huang Siyuan tossed to her and examined it closely. She then realized that it was not the same one she had sold to Huang Siyuan before, and her expression showed a hint of surprise once again.

"Where did you get this from?"

"I obtained this from a senior many years ago. I don't know if it has anything to do with you, which is why I came to visit you. I hope you can be lenient with me."

The little girl looked at the teacup in her hand, then glanced at Huang Siyuan not far away. Just as she was hesitating whether to accept the gift, a voice came from the courtyard behind her.

"Tao Yu, since we have a guest, please invite her in and have a seat!"

"Please, take this!"

Upon hearing her master's order, Tao Yu stopped thinking and immediately nodded to Huang Siyuan in front of her before turning around and leading her into the courtyard.

As soon as Huang Siyuan stepped into the courtyard, she smelled a unique aroma of tea. Not far away, an elderly man with white hair sat at a stone table with a pot of freshly brewed spiritual tea on it.

As soon as her divine sense passed through the old man in blue, Huang Siyuan was unable to sense his cultivation level at all. She quickly stepped forward and bowed to the old man.

"Junior Huang Siyuan greets Senior!"

"My current status here is nothing more than that of an ordinary mortal. There's no need for formalities. Please come and sit down!"

Seeing the old man in blue beckoning to her with a smile, Huang Siyuan stepped forward and sat down at the stone table.

Tao Yu placed the white porcelain teacup that Huang Siyuan had just taken out in front of the old man in blue, and then calmly stepped aside.

"I never thought that in this vast sea of ​​people, I would have the chance to see this thing again in my lifetime. It seems that I really came to the right place this time."

"It seems you're not from the Taixu Sect. Where did you get this from? Could you tell me?"

Upon hearing the old man in blue ask the question, Huang Siyuan quickly explained, "I have never heard of the Taixu Sect that you mentioned, senior."

This item was a gift from a senior tea connoisseur a hundred years ago. All I know is that his surname was Li, and I know nothing else.

This senior Li once guided me in my spiritual practice. May I ask if you know where he is now?

The white porcelain teacup that Huang Siyuan took out was left to her by Master Lingxu when she was learning tea art from him at "Chiyunfang" years ago.

However, back then, "Lingxu Daoist" did not reveal his identity to her, and Huang Siyuan was unaware of the master-disciple relationship between Song Qingming and him.

In her mind, she always thought that "Lingxu Daoren" might be a Nascent Soul expert who was traveling around.

This time in the town at the foot of the mountain, Huang Siyuan noticed that the teacup Tao Yu was selling at his stall was somewhat similar to the one she was wearing, which made her feel a little strange, so she followed him there.

She had originally thought that the sage who was practicing in seclusion here was the "Lingxu Daoist" who had instructed her back then.

Unexpectedly, she met a senior she had never met before, and she was also somewhat disappointed.

When Huang Siyuan asked the question, the old man in blue simply shook his head.

"I haven't seen this old fellow for hundreds of years. If you ask me where he went, I don't know either. I'm afraid neither of us will ever see him again in this lifetime!"

"Senior, does what you're saying mean that Senior Li has already..."

"Hehe! The cultivation world is so vast, there are countless people who meet once and then never see each other again. You don't even know that old guy's name, so why worry about him?"

Seeing a hint of worry on Huang Siyuan's face, the old man in blue reassured her for a moment before continuing:

"That old fellow's Buddhist name is Lingxuzi. He is a friend of mine who has known me for many years. The teacup in your hand is the one I gave to Lingxuzi back then."

I thought he would leave this thing in the Taixu Sect after he left, but I didn't expect it to end up in your hands.

You've followed Lingxuzi for several years. Besides instructing you in tea ceremony, didn't he mention these other things to you?

Upon hearing this, Huang Siyuan shook her head again.

The old man in blue robes opposite sighed and chuckled, "This old fellow and his Taixu Sect people are always so mysterious and eccentric, it's really a bit unusual."

"It's a good thing you didn't become his disciple, otherwise you would have ended up like this too."

After speaking, the old man in blue poured Huang Siyuan a cup of spiritual tea and presented it to her.

Seeing this, Huang Siyuan also sighed softly and said, "Senior Lingxuzi did not accept me as his disciple, perhaps it is just that I am unlucky."

"It is a great honor to receive your guidance today, senior. I have learned much and will not linger any longer."

After taking a sip of the spiritual tea offered by the other party, Huang Siyuan stood up, bowed to the person in front of her, and then turned to leave.

“My name is Jin Yue. Since this teacup was given to you by Ling Xuzi, you should keep it for now!”
When I gave him this item, I promised to help him out. If you ever need my help in the future, feel free to take this item to Golden Moon Island in Thunder Origin Sea to find me.

I fear I will never see Lingxuzi again in this lifetime; this can be considered the end of this karmic connection for me!

After saying that, "Granny Jin Yue" gently raised her hand, and the white porcelain teacup on the table flew directly in front of Huang Siyuan under her spell.

Upon receiving the white porcelain teacup, Huang Siyuan quickly turned around and bowed deeply to the person in front of her.

"Thank you, Grandma!"

".."
-
In the northern part of the "Qiyun Immortal Cultivation World," in the Wuyun Mountains.

Deep in the valley, a black light suddenly flashed on a "teleportation platform" shrouded in black mist.

Immediately afterwards, a man dressed in a green robe walked out of the teleportation array.

As soon as the man in green robes entered a cave, three figures came to greet him.

"Hey, Fourth Brother, what's going on here? Didn't you say that Liefeng Mountain's defenses were impregnable and that it could wipe out the entire human cultivator army in one fell swoop?"

"It's only been a few days, and you almost suffered total annihilation. What's wrong with that Chi Yuan guy?"

Hearing a white-clad man beside him questioning him sharply, the green-robed man quickly spoke up, looking annoyed, "What's going on? I want to know what's going on too!"
I had already devised a plan to trap all of their late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators at Liefeng Mountain, but somehow Chi Yun did something and ended up dying at the hands of a few human Nascent Soul cultivators.

It was you guys who said this guy was reliable that made me believe you and we devised a plan to lure the enemy deep into our territory and eliminate the human cultivators ahead of time.

"If I had known this would happen, even if I had held out with my great formation, I wouldn't have been defeated so quickly."

"What did you say? Chi Yuan died at the hands of a human Nascent Soul cultivator. Although he wasn't at his peak, he was still at least as strong as some of us."

Ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators would have no chance of killing him. Even if those old guys like Qing Yuzi were to make a move, it probably wouldn't be that easy.

Who exactly made the move? Could it be that there are some hidden experts among the human cultivators?

Hearing the white-clad woman's earnest question, the green-robed man pondered for a moment before continuing, "There were no experts. The people who killed him were only at the mid-Nascent Soul stage."

However, one of them seems to be able to control the puppet formation, and his strength is roughly comparable to the late-stage Nascent Soul realm. It's highly likely that this is the one who killed Chi Yuan.

"Hmph! Even if he relied on the puppet array to rival the late Nascent Soul stage, it would be impossible to kill Chi Yuan so easily. This guy is probably not as simple as you say."

What's this person's name? We need to be careful if we encounter him again, lest he ruin our plans!

"That guy shouldn't be from the Qiyun cultivation world. Judging from how they address him, his surname seems to be Song!"

"Surname Song?"

Upon hearing the reply, the woman in white's expression subtly changed, but she quickly regained her composure and spoke to the people beside her:
"Mount Liefeng has already fallen into their hands, and it's estimated that human cultivators will arrive here soon."

"Go and prepare quickly. Proceed according to the previous plan. No matter the cost, we must find a way to hold this place."

"By the way, should we go check on the person Chi Yuan left behind?"

"Heh! He came from the Holy Realm after all. I don't believe that guy can die like this. We'll probably meet him again."

Let's not disturb them for now.

After the woman in white finished speaking, a strange smile involuntarily appeared on her face. Then she turned and walked deeper into the cave.

The other three who remained in the same spot looked at each other for a moment before quickly dispersing and leaving.

".."

"Liefeng Mountain", in the main hall at the top of the mountain.

Since the great battle at Gale Mountain a month ago, human cultivators have successfully driven away all the demons on the mountain.

Not only did they seize this important spiritual vein leading to the "Dark Cloud Mountains," but they also wiped out most of the demons that roamed the surrounding area.

In this battle, the human cultivators successfully dealt a heavy blow to the southward-bound demon army, killing more than 50,000 low-level demons and also successfully besieging and killing seven high-level demons at the Nascent Soul stage.

Such a tremendous victory is a rare achievement for human cultivators in the "Qiyun Immortal Cultivation World" in recent years.

However, the human cultivators also suffered heavy losses in the battle to attack this sacred mountain.

Even Yu Zifang, a patriarch at the sixth level of the Nascent Soul stage, tragically died in the great battle.

When Lü Yue and others learned of this news after the war, they were all deeply saddened.

Although Song Qingming had some misunderstandings with Yu Zifang when he first went to the "Demon-Slaying Palace", the two even fought because of it.

However, having witnessed firsthand how the other party risked his life to help him restrain the "Crimson Origin Holy Demon," and ultimately died for the cause of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path, Song Qingming also felt a sense of respect for him.

After more than a month of rest, the demonic energy of the entire "Fierce Wind Mountain" was gradually dispelled, and the mountain regained some vitality and spiritual energy.

To celebrate the victory of the human army, many sects in the Qiyun cultivation world, including the Jade Spirit Sect, specially sent a lot of spiritual items to reward the participating cultivators after the battle.

Even the outside cultivators, such as Song Qingming, who were invited to help, received a considerable amount of spirit stones, pills, and spiritual items as rewards.

For a time, the mountain was filled with joyful cries of congratulations, and almost every cultivator had an expression of excitement on their face.

After a month of rest, several late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, led by "Master Qingyu," once again summoned Song Qingming and the others to the main hall.

They wanted to discuss with everyone the possibility of sending troops into the "Dark Cloud Mountains" to completely resolve this demonic calamity.

Upon hearing the news, Song Qingming arrived at the "Council Hall" early in the morning.

Like most of the cultivators present, Song Qingming was still concerned about Huang Siyuan, who was far away at "Dangmo Mountain," and also wanted to end this demonic calamity as soon as possible.

To fulfill the agreement with the "Demon-Slaying Palace" and return to the Eastern Phoenix Kingdom as soon as possible.

(PS: Bonus chapter of 10,000 words today, more tomorrow, update might be a little late again, please understand!) (End of this chapter)