Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

After leaving Night City, Ye Jinming walked along a desolate mountain path under the cold moonlight.

Although this trip to Yamo City resulted in clearing out all the broken pots and scraps I had taken from Furong Caster, I also obtained what I wanted.

What's even more gratifying is that they sent a hot potato to Japan, where people are living a comfortable life.

I wonder who the destined person in Japan will be, and whether they can create a legend of a Sword Emperor or a Blood Demon.

Just thinking about it makes me happy!

At the same time, a deadly threat from the demon realm also arrived.

The executor, however, was someone who surprised Ye Jinming immensely.

In the quiet of the night, Ye Jinming was preparing to go and find Tan Wuyu or Mu Shaoai and others.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

Just as he was walking on the road—

"Hahaha...hahahaha..."

A sudden, manic laugh, yet imbued with powerful inner strength, erupted like a thunderclap from a clear sky, shattering the silence of the night.

A wild, unrestrained, and somewhat eerie sense of oppression filled the air.

Ye Jinming paused, looking up.

In the middle of the road ahead, bathed in moonlight, a strange figure was swaying and walking towards them.

This person was dressed in a green robe of a peculiar and incongruous style, with an exaggerated expression on his face that was neither a smile nor a cry.

Upon seeing the newcomer's physical characteristics, especially his signature mad demeanor and green attire, Ye Jinming was indeed slightly surprised.

"Hmm? Mad Dragon?" Night Ember remained outwardly calm, uttering the name in a flat tone.

"Ooh-hoo~" The mad dragon abruptly stopped swaying, tilting its head and staring at Ye Jinming with its mocking and crazed eyes. It let out a strange laugh. "You know me? That makes things easier! Saves this chief sinner the trouble of introducing myself. From the Demon Realm, you've sent me to take care of you, right? How about it? Excited? Surprised? Unexpected? Hahaha!"

He spoke while gesturing wildly, as if he were telling a very interesting story.

It seems that Yama, the Drought Demon, has sent someone who isn't a demon to test him. How cautious he is!

Although Ye Jinming was surprised, he remained calm on the surface, and even a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Oh? I didn't expect that the famous Lord of the Pit of Sin would condescend to serve the Otherworldly Demon Realm? That's quite strange."

"Don't talk nonsense! Don't talk nonsense!" Mad Dragon laughed and immediately shook his head like a rattle drum. "The Pit of Sin is my home, how could I possibly abandon it? It's just a mutually beneficial arrangement!"

"I see." Ye Jinming nodded slightly, as if accepting the explanation, but then his tone shifted, a hint of amusement in his voice, "So, you're working for Yama Hanba, does Lianyunren on Ping Mountain know that?"

The moment the words "Lianyunren" were uttered, it was as if some invisible switch had been flipped.

The exaggerated, mocking smile on Kuanglong's face froze instantly, as if a mask had been peeled off.

Deep within those crazed eyes, a complex and indescribable emotion flickered—a momentary sting, a deep-seated obsession, and a kind of furious rage and…sorrow as if a sore spot had been touched.

His expression shifted rapidly, eventually settling into a distorted, bizarre look that resembled both crying and laughing.

"Hmm? You...you really know a lot..." The mad dragon's voice was no longer manic, but instead revealed a strange sobbing tone, but the suppressed madness within it was even more intense. "Waaaaah...people who know too many secrets usually don't live long, so you, you deserve to die even more!"

The moment the word "death" was uttered, the mad dragon laughed and moved without warning!

Without any buildup or warning, his seemingly casually swinging hand suddenly transformed into a blurry green shadow, carrying an overwhelming and powerful palm force, and struck Ye Jinming's face directly!

Before the palm strike even arrived, the intense pressure forced Ye Jinming's robes to flutter wildly backward, and the surrounding air groaned under the weight of the pressure.

Although Ye Jinming was testing him with his words, he never relaxed his vigilance.

The moment the mad dragon's expression changed slightly, he secretly gathered his true essence.

Seeing the palm strike coming, he advanced instead of retreating. With a flick of his right hand, the seemingly decorative black folding fan unfolded with a "whoosh." The fan surface was not ordinary silk, but a strange material with a dark metallic luster and sharp edges.

"Bang!"

The palm strike landed solidly on the unfolded fan, producing a dull, resounding thud like striking leather.

Light flashed across the fan, and ripples spread out, cleverly deflecting and dispersing the powerful palm strike of the Mad Dragon, which was capable of splitting stone tablets.

Ye Jinming used the momentum to float backward, like a willow catkin in the wind, gliding lightly for several feet. When he landed, his steps were slightly off, but he had already stabilized his body. However, the arm holding the fan was slightly numb.

"Why is the ringleader in such a hurry?" Ye Jinming flicked his wrist, his tone still calm, as if the dangerous attack just now was merely a gentle breeze. "Fighting and killing only damage relationships. What if I can offer a price higher than that of the Demon Realm?"

"Oh? A higher price?" Mad Dragon chuckled, withdrawing his hand, tilting his head, his face regaining its manic curiosity, as if the murderous intent from before was just an illusion. "Tell me about it? This crime boss loves making deals, hehehe..."

Ye Jinming gazed calmly at the mad dragon and slowly uttered a few words: "White Cloud Mountain..."

The three words "Baiyun Mountain" are like the sharpest needle, piercing the most sensitive, vulnerable, and crazy nerve of Kuanglong Yishengxiao!

"Hahaha... Hahahaha!!!"

The mad dragon was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter that was even more intense and maniacal than before.

But there was no joy in that laughter, only endless distortion and violence!

His laughter transformed into tangible sound waves, like raging waves, spreading wildly outwards from him!

The ground cracked, rocks flew everywhere, and the trees on both sides were impacted by the sound waves, causing more leaves to fall. The entire mountain road trembled in the terrifying laughter!

The sound waves were not indiscriminate attacks; most of their power acted like invisible shackles, enveloping and pressing towards Ye Jinming!

Ye Jinming frowned slightly, and the power of the dragon essence within his body quietly circulated. A layer of faint golden light emanated from his body, like an invisible shield, which blocked and eliminated most of the incoming sonic attack.

His figure was as steady as a mountain, with only his robes fluttering in the sound waves.

After the laughter subsided, Ye Jinming lightly flicked his sleeve, his tone carrying a hint of mockery: "Just three words, and the infamous Lord of the Pit of Sin, Mad Dragon Laughter, has lost his composure so much... I'm truly sorry."

"Waaah... Now that you know you're sorry..." Mad Dragon's laughter stopped abruptly, instantly turning into a mournful sob.

He covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking as if he were crying, but the eyes peeking out from between his fingers gleamed with a terrifying ferocity. "Then can you, right now, immediately, right now, die? That way, this chief culprit won't be so sad! Okay? Please!"