Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

On the other side, Yanmo Hanba, who was fighting Lin Wushuang, then stopped.

He had naturally noticed that Kuanglong Yishengxiao had deserted at the last minute.

A hint of anger and disdain flashed in his crimson demonic eyes, but facing the extraordinary Taoist master before him, he knew that he would not be able to achieve complete success today.

If the fight continues, even if we win, it will be a Pyrrhic victory, and we will still find it difficult to kill Ye Jinming.

Moreover, Ye Jinming's strength is unpredictable, and he is also watching closely from the sidelines. I may not be able to remain undefeated in a two-on-one situation.

Weighing the pros and cons, Yama Hanba snorted coldly, and the surging demonic energy around him slowly subsided.

He gave Lin Wushuang a deep look, then glanced at Ye Jinming, his voice like rolling thunder: "Ye Jinming, you're lucky today! You have a powerful ally, but you can't always be this lucky!"

Ye Jinming smiled slightly after hearing this, completely ignoring the threat from Yanmo Hanba, and made a hand gesture that made countless Korean men break down.

"Demon Lord, you jest. If we're talking about luck, you're certainly no match for me. Think back to last time, your demonic heart was just a hair's breadth away from being pierced... tsk tsk, don't you find it a pity?"

Hearing Ye Jinming's sharp tongue, Yanmo Hanba was furious, but she managed to hold back.

Seeing that Yama Hanba wasn't falling for his trick, Ye Jinming shrugged and continued, "Besides, anything can happen. What if I'm one of those lucky ones out of ten thousand?"

"Hmph!" Yama Hanba said no more, only responding with an even colder snort filled with endless killing intent.

He knew he couldn't gain the upper hand verbally, and killing Ye Jinming today was already impossible.

He took one last deep look at Ye Jinming and Lin Wushuang, as if trying to memorize their appearances, before soaring into the sky, breaking through the sea of ​​clouds, and disappearing into the distance at the summit.

They came full of enthusiasm, but left disappointed!

The formidable enemy retreated, and the raging gale gradually subsided, leaving only a devastated mountaintop.

The wind swept away the remaining debris, and the surging sea of ​​clouds slowly closed in, quietly concealing the traces of the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place.

At the summit, only Ye Jinming and Lin Wushuang remain, standing facing each other.

Ye Jinming sheathed the Jinghong Sword with a backhand motion, then straightened his sleeves and thanked Lin Wushuang, saying, "Thanks to your timely intervention and assistance in this perilous situation, senior. I am deeply grateful."

Lin Wushuang did not respond immediately. He lightly placed his whisk on his arm, his wine-red Taoist robe fluttering slightly in the wind, and he exuded a cold and aloof aura.

After a moment, he slowly turned around, his eyes, filled with scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible anger, falling on Ye Jinming.

"You sent a letter specifically to lure me out of Baiyun Mountain," Lin Wushuang said slowly, her voice calm yet carrying an invisible pressure. "You'd better give me a satisfactory explanation."

Clearly, he didn't actually intend to come out of retirement now, but the contents of the letter were so convincing that he found it hard to give up.

Faced with Lin Wushuang's questioning, Ye Jinming remained calm and did not dodge, "In urgent situations, one must act expediently; I will not conceal anything."

"Lian Emei, she..." Lin Wushuang asked almost instinctively, her voice unconsciously lowered, carrying an undisguised tension and urgency, "How is she now? Is she alright?"

He took a small half-step forward, his gaze fixed on Ye Jinming, as if trying to read the answer from his face immediately.

Seeing Yun Piaomiao, known for her calm and aloofness, lose her composure over a mere name, Ye Jinming understood and felt a pang of emotion.

It's a bit of a pity that Lin Wushuang lacked courage; it could only be described as unrequited love, not reaching the highest level.

Thinking of this, Ye Jinming gently shook his head, his tone softening and reassuring: "Senior, rest assured. Yunren Gong has reached the pinnacle of cultivation and is currently fine. He is still recuperating in Pingshan and is safe for the time being."

"That's good..." Upon hearing this, Lin Wushuang's tense shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly for a moment, and she let out a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

But the word "temporarily" was like a thorn, piercing his heart.

He frowned slightly and pressed, "You said 'temporarily,' what do you mean?"

Ye Jinming did not answer immediately. Instead, he walked to the overturned stone table, flicked his sleeve, and a gentle force righted the stone table. The scattered tea set flew back into the air and landed steadily.

He rekindled the fire, placed the kettle to boil water, and moved with composure, as if the life-or-death struggle had never happened.

Only after the steam rose again did he gesture for Lin Wushuang to sit down.

"Isn't the situation exactly as you just witnessed, senior?" Ye Jinming said slowly as he poked at the charcoal fire with bamboo tongs.

Lin Wushuang did not sit down, but stood opposite the stone table, lightly waving his whisk: "You mean, Mad Dragon and Yama Drought Demon have joined forces? Hmph, with the cultivation and strength of Lian Emei, even if these two demons join forces, they may not be able to shake Ping Mountain in the slightest. What is there to fear?"

Lin Wushuang was really confident in Lian Emei, but Lian Emei was just a fragile mage now, with slow mana regeneration, so she didn't have any advantage at all.

"If Yunren were in her prime, with full energy and spirit, she would naturally have nothing to fear." Ye Jinming picked up the freshly boiled tea and took a sip. "But senior should know better than I that Yunren's physique is special and incompatible with the turbid air of the Bitter Realm. She cannot absorb the air of the Bitter Realm for a long time, and every time she makes a move, especially when she goes all out, it will accelerate the depletion of her physique."

"The Yama Drought Demon has unique characteristics, and the Mad Dragon is cunning and difficult to deal with. If they are not seeking a direct confrontation, but instead resort to protracted combat and attrition, deliberately dragging out the battle, how do you think the odds of victory will be calculated, senior? And how long can the Cloud People hold out?"

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Lin Wushuang's expression changed drastically. He wished he could fly to Ping Mountain immediately to protect Lian Emei.

Although he admired Lian Emei, Lin Wushuang always kept his feelings to himself and never expressed them, because he knew that Lian Emei was devoted to the path of immortality and would not be disturbed by external things.

He was also afraid that revealing something new might damage his friendship with Lian Emei.

(He's more like a male best friend, but even worse than a simp!)

Ye Jinming took in Lin Wushuang's momentary loss of composure and deep worry, and sighed inwardly.

Then, Ye Jinming calmly added, "There's one more thing. Kuanglong Yishengxiao is Lian Yunren's younger brother. Although they seem to have fallen out, Yunren still cherishes that familial bond. But Kuanglong? That's hard to say!"

"Mad Dragon!" Lin Wushuang could no longer suppress the raging anger surging in his chest!

The name sounds jarring to everyone right now. If it weren't for Kuanglong, Pingshan wouldn't have been able to leave the ground, and he wouldn't have sealed himself away.

Instantly, Lin Wushuang's aura surged, and his Pure Saint Dao Yuan spread out like a wave, pushing away all the broken stones on the platform and causing the sea of ​​clouds to swirl back!

Looking at Lin Wushuang, who had suddenly become furious, Ye Jinming felt a mixture of amusement and emotion.

(The mighty Yun Piaomiao, a top-tier innate cultivator with a thousand years of cultivation, becomes so impatient when it comes to practicing Emei, like a young boy... no, more like a rabbit whose tail has been stepped on.)

He gently shook his head and comforted her, "Senior, please calm down for now. Things have come to this point, and anger will not help. Now that you have accepted my advice and come out of seclusion, there is a chance to turn the situation around."

Lin Wushuang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her turbulent emotions.

He realized his earlier loss of composure, but since it concerned the Lian Emei sect, he found it difficult to remain completely detached...