Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Chapter 65 Reunion at Baiyunping Mountain (Please Subscribe)

From this perspective, Lian Emei's decision not to retire into seclusion probably won't change his fate, but it's just a matter of time.

The success in vanquishing the demon this time was also due to the advantage of having foresight.

It should be noted that Yama and Drought Demon are far more powerful and troublesome than expected. If it weren't for the far-sighted planning, leveraging the strength of many parties, and even using unconventional trump cards like the "Arrow of the Candle Dragon," the outcome today would still be uncertain.

Then Ye Jinming's gaze swept across the devastated battlefield, finally settling on the strange arrow, the Candle Dragon Arrow, which had completed its mission of killing and lay quietly embedded in the scorched ground.

The arrow is ancient and simple, with a restrained dark gold color flowing throughout. At the tip of the arrow, there is still a faint but chilling aura of annihilation.

He stepped forward, bent down, and picked it up. It felt slightly heavy in his hand, and cool to the touch, yet he could faintly sense the immense power it contained.

"Hmm? The arrow is undamaged. It should still be usable after a wash." He weighed the divine arrow in his hand, quite satisfied.

It would be a shame to use such a devastating weapon after just one use; it would be best to reuse it.

At this moment, Lian Emei also gracefully descended and came to his side.

Although his face still showed a hint of pallor from the fierce battle, the heaviness between his brows caused by the demonic calamity had largely dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief and a faint curiosity.

"Night's End," Lian Emei's cool voice rang out, tinged with inquiry, "This arrow—what is its origin?"

With her discerning eye, she could naturally see that this arrow was no ordinary divine weapon from the Bitter Realm.

Just as Ye Jinming was about to explain, another voice, laced with mockery and thick with the smell of smoke, came from not far away: "Well, Jinming, I didn't expect you to be hiding such a powerful weapon. If you had something this good, why didn't you bring it out sooner?"

Mu Shaoai, leaning on his iconic jade pipe with one hand and clutching his chest with the other, walked unsteadily across the ruins, a relaxed smile on his face as he exhaled smoke rings.

Clearly, he had expended a lot of his true essence in his hasty alchemy, but he seemed to be in good spirits.

Ye Jinming turned around, smiled at Mu Shaoai, and brandished the Candle Dragon Arrow in his hand: "Ha, Pharmacist, you're wronging me. This arrow is indeed powerful, but its use is extremely demanding. I've heard the details—"

This explanation, half true and half false, both explained the extraordinary nature and limitations of the Candle Dragon Arrow, affirmed the contributions of everyone, and concealed how he obtained the arrow, invoked the Moon Goddess, and the more detailed plan.

Upon hearing this, Mu Shaoai nodded in understanding and took another puff of his cigarette: "I see."

He stopped asking for details; after all, everyone has secrets.

"Now that this matter is settled, let's return to Pingshan. The others must be getting impatient." Ye Jinming said no more, and drew a line in the air with his left hand.

A deep purple spatial rift appeared out of nowhere, quickly expanding into a stable portal, through which the familiar scenery of Pingshan could be vaguely seen.

He turned to the side and gestured "please" to Lian Emei and Mu Shaoai.

Lian Emei nodded slightly and stepped into the spatial portal first.

Mu Shaoai, holding a pipe, followed him in, swaying slightly.

Ye Jinming took one last look at the battlefield that had completely altered the landscape, put away the Candle Dragon Arrow, and stepped in, causing the cracks to close.

At the foot of Ping Mountain, the flames of war have been extinguished, but the smoke of battle has not yet dissipated.

The outcome of the three-way battle has now been settled.

Shesheng Tongzi and Teng Xielang, under the siege of Yan Guiren, Tan Wuyu, Ye Xiaochai, the White-haired Swordsman, and others, ultimately could not withstand the attack alone.

Although the two were brave and fierce, the disappearance of the Demon Lord, the fall of his general, and the collapse of his demon army had thrown them into disarray.

In the end, Shesheng Tongzi was severely injured by Tan Wuyu's Phoenix Flow Sword combined with Yan Guiren's Holy Halberd, and Teng Xielang's weapon was broken by Ye Xiaochai and the white-haired swordsman. Both of them died.

The demonic soul transformed into a stream of light and returned to the depths of the otherworldly demon realm, leaving behind only shattered weapons and lingering demonic energy.

(However, he probably won't be resurrected later; he'll only fight as a Demon Soul Warrior.)

Thus, the all-out offensive launched by the First Palace of the Otherworld was completely crushed by the combined efforts of the righteous heroes!

With the Demon Lord fallen, the three generals executed, and the demon soldiers suffering heavy casualties, the righteous path has achieved a great victory!

Tan Wuyu, Fojian Fenshuo, Jin Bazhen, and others are currently gathered on Pingshan Mountain, healing their injuries while anxiously awaiting news from Ye Jinming and Lian Emei.

(Mission complete. Ye Xiaochai, the white-haired swordsman, and Yan Guiren have already left.)

Although the demon general was defeated, the threat posed by the demon lord Yama and Hanmei was the real problem.

Just then, the space in front of them rippled slightly, and a purple portal quietly opened.

Lian Emei, Mu Shaoai, and Ye Jinming walked out one after another.

Seeing that Lian Emei's face was slightly pale but her breathing was steady, and that Ye Jinming and Mu Shaoai were also unharmed, especially the relaxed smile on Ye Jinming's face, everyone felt relieved.

"Good sister, are you alright?" Jin Bazhen was the first to greet her, carefully examining Lian Emei.

Lian Emei shook her head. "Don't worry, I'm fine!"

Tan Wuyu also stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the three of them before finally landing on Ye Jinming's face, his eyes filled with inquiry.

Ye Jinming met his gaze, smiled slightly, and nodded gently.

Needless to say, this action speaks for itself.

"Amitabha." Buddha Sword chanted the Buddha's name softly, a hint of relief appearing on his solemn face.

Everyone understood that the otherworldly demon lord who had wreaked havoc on the land had been eliminated.

A surge of joy at victory and exhaustion after the great battle welled up in everyone's hearts at the same time.

At that very moment—

Suddenly, a pure and holy aura appeared from beyond the heavens, and a figure, otherworldly and ethereal like an immortal, descended slowly from the horizon, stepping on flowing clouds.

The newcomer had an aloof air about him; he was none other than Lin Wushuang, who had just fought the Mad Dragon in the Pit of Sin and driven it back into the pit, and had rushed over there!

He landed gracefully, his gaze sweeping over the crowd gathered at the foot of Ping Mountain, finally settling on that aloof and stunningly beautiful figure.

When Junwu saw that Lian Emei was safe and sound, her breath weak but her life not in danger, the worry and emotion that had almost solidified deep in Junwu's eyes finally slowly melted away.

But he immediately suppressed his emotions with great self-control and returned to his usual calm demeanor, though his slightly trembling fingers betrayed his inner turmoil.

Lian Emei also saw Lin Wushuang suddenly appear, and a clear surprise flashed in her cold eyes: "Friend?"

"You... you've come out of seclusion too?"

Since flying away from Ping Mountain and sealing themselves off from Baiyun Mountain, the two have not seen each other for countless years.

Reunited under such circumstances, even someone as composed as Lian Emei couldn't help but feel a ripple of emotion.

Lin Wushuang met her gaze and slowly stepped forward, stopping a few steps away.

A thousand words churned in my heart, but in the end, they all boiled down to a seemingly plain sentence that contained endless worry and lingering fear: "The demonic calamity is raging, and its influence is far-reaching. I—I really can't rest easy."

He didn't say he was worried about anyone, but everyone present knew the truth.

Upon hearing this, Lian Emei looked at him quietly for a moment, and finally nodded slightly without saying anything more. After all, she was devoted to the path of immortality and could not give Lin Wushuang any response. "My friend, you are overthinking it. My main task in coming down from the mountain has already been completed."

However, Lin Wushuang had anticipated this. In his heart, loving someone but not being able to have them was also a kind of gain. As long as she was safe and sound, that was enough. "That's good!"