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Chapter 134 Kill them all! Leave no one alive! (Seeking monthly votes)

During the period when Xiao Mo was in seclusion.

He Yeye also specially set up a magic array around Xiao Mo's courtyard to isolate all sounds and external divine senses.

No one can enter and disturb Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo was completely immersed in a state of selflessness.

Xiao Mo is not only writing a book, but also sorting out and verifying the great path he is pursuing.

If he succeeds in this endeavor, he will be able to truly forge his own path of Confucianism and Taoism.

If it doesn't work out, the road ahead will probably be really difficult.

What Xiao Mo didn't know was that the Demon Suppression City was secretly relocating children and ordinary people.

These children and ordinary people will be placed in Confucian academies in the rear areas far from the battlefield.

As for the other cultivators, none of them were allowed to leave.

They only have two choices.

They either die in battle within the Demon-Suppressing City.

They either sacrificed themselves beneath the Great Wall.

The entire Demon Suppression City was shrouded in a highly tense atmosphere.

Although everyone seemed to be laughing and joking on the surface, deep down they were all wondering if they could return to the world of magic alive.

Some people have no attachments and simply spend their nights drunk in brothels.

Some people picked up their pens and wrote letters home, leaving behind their final words.

No one can guarantee that they will live to see tomorrow.

Four months have passed quietly.

One morning, three long and heavy bell tolls echoed throughout the entire Demon-Suppressing City once again.

In a courtyard on Qingfeng Street.

The sword cultivator named Qu Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

Qu Xuan came from the Willow Leaf Sword Sect of the Myriad Laws Under Heaven. Years ago, because his Daoist partner had an affair with a senior brother, he killed both of them with his sword in a fit of rage. As a result, he was punished by the sect and sentenced to guard the Great Wall for the rest of his life and never return.

He exhaled a deep breath, reached down the long sword resting on the wall, and strode out of the courtyard gate, heading towards the Great Wall.

"Hey, sir, please take care!"

"It's alright, the room has always been reserved for you!"

"If you come back alive, I'll let you stay here for free for a year!"

Inside the Liuyun Inn, cultivators emerged one after another, their figures darting towards the Great Wall.

After seeing off the last group of guests, Manager Pang, with great effort, turned around and tightly closed the inn's door, his large belly protruding.

He went to the backyard, silently lit three incense sticks, and solemnly placed them in the incense burner in front of his wife's memorial tablet on the altar inside the house.

"My dear wife, I... I'm leaving now. Maybe I can see you today."

Manager Pang gazed deeply at his wife's memorial tablet for the last few moments, then took out his own memorial tablet, which he had prepared beforehand, and carefully placed it next to his wife's.

He opened the drawer, took out two thick-backed swords that gleamed coldly, took a deep breath, and strode towards the Great Wall.

"Boss lady, I'm leaving!"

The teahouse waiter had just opened the door and hadn't even had a chance to serve the guests when he heard the three chimes that echoed throughout the city.

"Go on, go on. Do you have any last words?" The still-attractive proprietress asked casually without looking up as she was working on her abacus.

"Hehehe..." The waiter wiped his nose sheepishly and said with a grin, "Boss lady, to be honest, your butt... is really perky! When I come back alive, can I take a picture of it?"

"Get out of here, mom!"

Upon hearing this, the proprietress grabbed her abacus and hurled it at the waiter.

The waiter quickly slung the rag off his shoulder, deftly drew the soft sword hidden at his waist, and with a flash, flew towards the Great Wall. "Is it really perky?" The proprietress subconsciously turned her head, twisted her waist to look back, and then surprisingly nodded, muttering to herself, "Hmm, it's quite perky."

As she spoke, she reached out and gently patted her buttocks, revealing an alluring curve to her full figure.

Finally, the proprietress put away her abacus, her body radiating sword energy, and she soared into the sky, shouting, "Hey, brat, wait for me!"

Cuihua Tower.

Upon hearing the bell, the girls of the Hehuan Sect woke up the men sleeping on top of them.

The girls quickly put on their skirts, then gave the still-drowsy man a rude kick: "Hey, you rascal, wake up, it's time to get up, you rascal..."

The man groggily opened his eyes, but when he heard the echoing bell, he instantly became fully awake: "Damn it, how many times did this bell... ring?"

“Three times,” the girls replied calmly.

"Three times?" The man gasped. "They've arrived so quickly..."

"Even if I'm fast, I'm not as fast as you were last night." The girl bent down and pulled her short sword from under the bed. "I'll be going now."

"Wait, I'll go with you!" The man hurriedly pulled up his pants. "If I can die beside a girl, then my life will not have been in vain."

"Dead ghost~"

The girl from the Hehuan Sect pouted and gently tapped the man's brow with her slender finger.

"If you really come back alive, I'll serve you properly for free, without charging you a single penny."

West of the Demon-Suppressing City.

In a dilapidated courtyard.

Ding Chen slowly put down the book in his hand, changed into a blue robe that he hadn't worn in a long time, carefully straightened his clothes, and then walked out of the courtyard with steady steps.

"Oh, Mr. Ding, are you... going to the Great Wall?" Just then, Widow Qian from next door was carrying a wooden bucket out to fetch water.

Widow Qian was just an ordinary mortal, not a cultivator.

Her husband was a monk, but he had already died in battle beneath the Great Wall.

She had the opportunity to leave this dangerous city, but she refused and insisted on staying.

"Exactly." Ding Chen nodded slightly.

"Mr. Ding, you look quite like a scholar, don't you?" Widow Qian asked with a smile as she looked him up and down.

“It was true before, but now… it doesn’t count anymore.” Ding Chen shook his head gently. “I just want to leave with a little more dignity today.”

In the south of the Demon-Suppressing City, Butcher Wang washed his pig-slaughtering knife, which he always kept at his waist, until it gleamed. Today, he wasn't cutting pork; he was going to slaughter a demon.

For the first time ever, Zhao, the owner of the beef noodle stall, did not set up his stall today. Instead, he shouldered his heavy greatsword and walked steadily toward the Great Wall.

The old beggar on the street smashed his chipped bowl with a "crack," gripped his shiny dog-beating stick tightly, and suddenly leaped into the air, soaring towards the city wall.

In the military camp of Zhenyao City, all the soldiers were already clad in heavy black armor, and each of them had a resolute will to die burning in their eyes.

Half an hour later, the majestic Great Wall was already packed with people.

They laughed and joked with each other, saying things like, "When you die, stay away from me, don't let your blood splatter on me," "Brother, if you die, I'll take good care of your sister-in-law, don't worry," and "Father-in-law, if I survive this time, I'll definitely be able to accumulate enough merit to marry Qianqian!"

On the most central section of the Great Wall, the girl in the short skirt was still casually eating a candied hawthorn.

Gazing at the massive army of millions of demonic beasts and cultivators surging towards them like a black tide in the distance, the girl's face remained completely expressionless.

"Now this is more like what a decisive battle should look like!"

He Yeye grinned, revealing a bright yet sharp smile.

She slowly raised her arm, extended her slender fingers, and pointed towards the boundless, terrifying tide of beasts.

Her voice wasn't particularly loud, but it carried with crystal clarity throughout the entire world:

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

(End of this chapter)