Mortal: Starting by looting Han Laomo's entire herb garden

Deep in the open sea, there lies an unnamed, deserted island.

The Golden Flood Dragon King stood with his hands behind his back on the seashore. Beside him stood a tall, slender man in a green robe with a handsome face and a hint of femininity in his eyes. He was none other than Feng hope, a level nine transformed demon beast.

"A message has come from the human race." The Golden Flood Dragon King gazed at the distant sea, his tone calm: "Two months from now, that Lu fellow will settle things with us at the Azure Wave Islands."

Feng hope raised an eyebrow: "Is the man surnamed Lu really that important? Is it worth it for you, Brother Jin, to go to such lengths? Even the Suanni clan has been dragged into this."

The Golden Flood Dragon King turned his head, glanced at him, and said with a deep look in his eyes, "That man surnamed Lu has a conch shell that can easily control hundreds of thousands of low-level demonic beasts. If this item remains in the hands of humans, our demon race will never have a chance to rise again."

Feng hope's pupils contracted slightly, and the nonchalant expression on his face vanished instantly: "Such a treasure actually exists?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I reacted so strongly to the Suanni Clan?" The Golden Dragon King sneered. "Those two old bastards from the Suanni Clan, who are usually all talk and no action with me, agreed to join forces without a word this time. You think they're helping me? They're after that snail."

"I witnessed it with my own eyes." The Golden Flood Dragon King's voice deepened: "Tens of thousands of low-level demonic beasts were instantly turned against us by the sound of that conch shell. Even the humanoid beasts beside me were entangled for a moment. If a conflict were to break out between the human and demon races in the future, the appearance of this object would render our demon race's low-level combat power utterly useless."

Feng hope gasped. He had lived for thousands of years and seen countless treasures, but anything that could control hundreds of thousands of demonic beasts was unheard of.

He frowned, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Could there be a trap? Since he has a powerful weapon to control demonic beasts, if he suddenly uses it and controls the demonic beast army to turn against us, wouldn't we be throwing our own troops into chaos?"

The Golden Dragon King's lips curled into a cold smile: "Therefore, this time, I and the Suanni Clan have gathered nearly thirty transformed demon cultivators."

The low-level demonic beasts are scattered in the surrounding seas, waiting for orders, and will not enter the battlefield. Even if that guy surnamed Lu blows the conch shell, he can only control a small portion of them and cannot cause any major waves.

"If so many of us transformed demons attack together, and that guy surnamed Lu still survives, I'll change my name."

Feng hope nodded slightly, but still had doubts: "But what if the person surnamed Lu joins forces with other Nascent Soul cultivators..."

The Golden Flood Dragon King waved his hand, his tone resolute: "No need to worry. I have received intelligence that the Twin Saints of Heavenly Stars seem to have encountered problems in their cultivation and are unable to leave Heavenly Star City. As for these Nascent Soul cultivators from the outer sea, they are all a rabble, each with their own ulterior motives, and will not amount to anything."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Feng hope's eyes.

Such confidential information, which even the human race itself might not know, has somehow reached the demon race?

It seems that the person who delivered the message to the Golden Flood Dragon King holds a high position within the human race and likely has considerable interaction with the Star Palace Twin Saints.

A mocking smile appeared on his face: "Humans aren't a monolithic group; they still have the mind to fight amongst themselves. That just benefits us."

The Golden Dragon King did not respond, and turned his gaze back to the distant sea.

It can afford to wait a few months.

It didn't want to make any mistakes in capturing Lu Yan. It would be best if the other party dared to show himself. Otherwise, with the vast ocean outside, if he wanted to hide, how long would it take to find him?

Feng hope turned to look at him: "What if that guy surnamed Lu runs away..."

The Golden Flood Dragon King continued, "Since the Star Palace has sent a message, it should be able to ensure that the man surnamed Lu won't escape. Otherwise, I would have no choice but to massacre the outer seas. The main reason I choose to trust the Star Palace is that if that man surnamed Lu doesn't show himself, I really might not be able to find him."

The reason he said so much was mainly because Feng hope was one of the few intelligent people among the outer sea demons; otherwise, it would have been like talking to a brick wall.

Feng hope was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. That was the truth.

If that guy surnamed Lu hides away, the vast ocean is nowhere to be found. Since the Star Palace dared to send this message, it naturally has a way to make that guy surnamed Lu arrive on time.

As for what methods they use, that's up to the human race.

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Several months passed in the blink of an eye.

The Azure Wave Islands, above the sea.

The Golden Flood Dragon King stood with his hands behind his back, with nearly thirty transformed demons standing behind him, each with a different form and an immense spiritual pressure.

The Suanni King was a burly man with long, silver-white hair cascading over his shoulders. He had a cold and stern face and held a giant silver mace in his hand, its body crackling with silver arcs of electricity.

Beside him stood the Great Elder of the Suanni Clan, a hunched figure with a face full of wrinkles, and a pair of triangular eyes that revealed a sinister look. He held a bone staff in his hand, the head of which was inlaid with a dark blue bead.

Feng hope stood a short distance away, his green robe fluttering in the wind, his face expressionless.

Opposite them, several Nascent Soul cultivators from Qiyuan Island huddled together, their faces increasingly grim.

Elder Jinxia was pale, her injuries were not yet healed, and she was covered in sweat.

Master Miaohe gripped the whisk in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators weren't much better off; some had shifty eyes, wishing they could run away right now.

The Golden Dragon King's gaze swept across the opposite side, but he did not see the face that he hated to the core.

His face darkened, and his voice boomed like thunder on the sea: "You dare to play tricks on me? What about that Lu fellow?"

Master Miaohe looked aggrieved and quickly cupped his hands, saying, "Fellow Daoist, please calm down! That fellow surnamed Lu said he would come today, but when I went to check this morning, he was nowhere to be found!"

He quickly turned to Elder Jinxia, ​​his voice urgent: "Fellow Daoist Jinxia, ​​where is the person? The person was lost at your Red Light Sect!"

Elder Jinxia looked completely bewildered, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead: "I have no idea! He was in the guest room last night, all the restrictions were activated, but they weren't triggered, and then he just disappeared!"

A powerful demon in human form sneered, "Your Majesty, I knew humans couldn't be trusted. This so-called 'settlement' is clearly a scam!"

Another transformed demon grumbled, "Why don't we just storm Qiyuan Island and wipe out all these humans!"

"Yes! Massacre Qiyuan Island!" another transformed demon roared.

The Elder Suanni raised his bone staff, the eerie blue bead at the top gleaming with an unsettling light, and said in a hoarse voice, "I've said it before, there isn't a single human you can trust."

The Suanni King remained silent, only gripping the massive silver mace in his hand, silver arcs of electricity crackling across its surface, his gaze coldly fixed on the human Nascent Soul cultivator opposite him.

The two elders of the Star Palace, Qin Chongxiao and Wei Jinghong, had already slipped away when they discovered Lu Yan's disappearance and had secretly returned to the Inner Sea.

The remaining Nascent Soul cultivators cursed Lu Yan's ancestors for eighteen generations in their hearts.

The Golden Flood Dragon King's face was ashen, and he forced out his voice through clenched teeth: "Enough! You cunning humans, all of you, die!"

A flash of golden light appeared in his hand. Although the golden spear was taken away, the Jiaolong clan leader's methods were far more than just one weapon.

The Suanni King raised his massive silver mace, silver arcs of electricity exploding across its surface, and said in a deep voice, "It should have been done a long time ago."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky suddenly darkened.

A golden Dharma image appeared out of thin air in mid-air, with three heads and six arms, prominent dragon horns, gleaming scales, and surging crimson-gold lightning.

Faxiang held a giant blue halberd, its head crescent-shaped, its entire body ice-blue, and its blade gleaming with a cold light.