Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Let's turn our attention back to the Central Plains.

Now the Demon City has appeared, war rages, and lives are lost; yet the heavens remain silent. In this moment of utter despair, we can only hope that clouds will appear over Ping Mountain.

Today, however, a demonic atmosphere hangs over All Saints Rock.

Having resurrected and reclaimed his weapon, Yama, the Drought Demon, once again steps onto the familiar battlefield.

Above the Cloud Road Heavenly Gate, the Holy War of yesteryear reignites. The Demon Lord ascends the Myriad Saints Rock for the second time, facing off against the Four Arhats. A deep, domineering laugh ignites the battle!

The illusions of the past, led by the Holy Throne and accompanied by the Four Arhats, launched a joint attack!

The same formation, the same moves, but only met with scornful laughter!

With his arrogant demeanor and imposing demonic power, he was none other than the Demon Lord, Yama Hanba!

With a single slash, Yama, the Drought Demon, sent the Heavenly Throne flying.

At the same time, Yama Hanba was prepared and turned around to block, stopping Dao Liuping's trail.

Afterwards, Yama Hanba used black mist to trap Wansheng Rock before arrogantly leaving.

On a distant mountain peak, Ye Jinming held a telescope and quietly observed, "As expected of a demon lord in the Otherworld who is on par with Zhu Wu, Yanmo Hanba's strength is indeed formidable."

It's a pity that the Lotus Flower inside the Ten Thousand Saints Cliff can't emerge for the time being, so we can't see the great battle between Buddha and Demon.

Previously, I had been hiding in the Northern Region, mainly because I lacked the strength to do so and there were no memorable moments.

Now that Yama and Hanba have resurrected and are establishing their dominance, and Pingshan is about to be established, the turbulent changes between the Central Plains and the Demon Realm are about to reach their climax.

So Ye Jinming couldn't stand the loneliness any longer.

Although you can still get rewards by playing passively, it's not as fun as causing trouble yourself.

The first target is Yama, the Drought Demon!

In terms of combat strength, Yama Hanba is not much stronger than the three big thugs, but he has a special physique that allows him to heal quickly no matter how serious his injuries are.

Lian Emei has something to say about this—

Family members, who understands? One palm strike shattered all the bones in his body, but in just a moment, he recovered.

In addition, since the Emei sect cultivates pure qi, they cannot fight a prolonged battle, so they cannot kill him.

To kill Yama Hanba, one must find a creation that can restrain immortality, namely the Holy Halberd Shentan and the Divine Blade Tianqi, which share the same origin as demons.

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Meanwhile, Butterfly Lord and Gongsun Yue approached Qin Jiaxian and his two companions, asking for their help in obtaining Ningbi Zhou from Lao Wuyan.

Although Qin Jiaxian was said to be blessed with great fortune, he still suffered defeats in the hands of women.

Then Qin Jiaxian thought of Hen Bufeng, who was best at dealing with women, and led everyone to search for him.

Inside the Wan Hua Lou, singing and dancing filled the air.

I regret not being able to sit alone by the window, with a pot of strong liquor and a cup, drinking by myself.

Feng Dao stood three steps behind him, like a shadow, with lowered eyes and a barely perceptible aura.

Just then, a slightly noisy sound of footsteps came from the doorway, breaking the somber silence.

The door was pushed open, and Qin Jiaxian, with his signature noseless appearance, peeked in first, followed by Butterfly Lord, Gongsun Yue, and the lively pair of Ye Tuling and Yin Shiren.

"Hate Bufeng!" Qin Jiaxian shouted, greeting him familiarly, but his small eyes quickly scanned the room, pausing particularly on the wine pot next to Hen Bufeng.

Without even looking up, he downed the remaining wine in his cup in one gulp. The spicy liquid slid down his throat, and he frowned slightly, his voice hoarse with hangover and a hint of barely perceptible fatigue: "Qin Jiaxian, you're here again. Has the Demon Realm been destroyed?"

"Not yet, not yet!" Qin Jiaxian waved his hand, took a few steps closer, and sniffed, "Wow, you've been drinking so much? I have something else important to ask you, how did you get so drunk?"

Butterfly Lord, who was already impatient, crossed his arms and critically looked Hen Bufeng up and down, especially at the other's dejected appearance. He couldn't help but speak up: "Hey, Qin Jiaxian, are you sure? Relying on this, this drunkard who looks like he has no special characteristics or charm, is it really going to work?"

Hen Bufeng finally raised his eyes, which were slightly red, but when his gaze swept over Butterfly Lord, it was as sharp as a knife. However, that sharpness was fleeting and was quickly submerged under a deeper weariness.

"What is it? Please speak quickly."

Qin Jiaxian rubbed his hands together and looked at Gongsun Yue: "Yue, just say it yourself. You know better."

Gongsun Yue stepped forward and explained the details.

After listening to the story, Hen Bufeng remained silent for a moment. His gaze lingered on Gongsun Yue's cold face for a moment, then swept over Butterfly Lord behind her, who looked wary and like a fierce beast guarding its food. Suddenly, a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

"Okay." He readily agreed, then changed the subject, pointing at Gongsun Yue, "But after you get the things and the person, you have to stay with me for three days."

The air in the private room froze instantly.

Hen Bufeng seemed oblivious to Butterfly Lord's sudden darkening and rising murderous intent, and slowly added, his tone tinged with provocation: "I want to prove that I am more charming than him."

This statement clearly reflects that Butterfly-kun's earlier words offended his self-proclaimed dashing and debonair style.

"You!" Butterfly Lord straightened up, his red robes fluttering even without wind, and the butterfly slash at his waist seemed to hum. He laughed in extreme anger, his eyes so cold they could freeze a person to death.

Gongsun Yue reached out and gently pressed her hand on Butterfly Lord's arm.

She looked at Hen Bufeng, her expression still calm and composed, and even nodded: "I agree."

"Ah Yue!" Butterfly roared in disbelief.

Gongsun Yue turned to look at him, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her voice was soft yet clear: "Butterfly Lord, what are you afraid of? Don't you have confidence in yourself?"

These words were like adding fuel to the fire, or like a bucket of ice water, instantly calming Butterfly Lord down a little, but his anger transformed into an even stronger desire to win.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly, raising his head like a proud peacock. "You think you're the most confident? You want to test your mettle? Fine!"

His gaze swept across Hen Bufeng, then looked at the table. Suddenly, he reached out and picked up a clean teacup, then lifted the teapot that had been kept warm on the small stove next to him, and slowly poured in the clear tea soup, with wisps of steam rising.

Butterfly Lord placed the teacup on the table in front of Hen Bufeng with a crisp "tap." "As long as you bring back 'Ningbi Zhou' and Se Wuji safely before this tea gets cold, I'll do as you say."

Looking at the steaming cup of tea, then glancing at the burning fighting spirit in Butterfly Lord's eyes and Gongsun Yue's calm face, Hen Bufeng suddenly chuckled softly. His laughter was a little hoarse, yet it carried a cynical and wicked air: "Lying, I'm the best at it. I'm the best at lying."

Having said that, he said no more, stood up, casually straightened his clothes, and said to Feng Dao, "Let's go."

The master and servant flashed out of the building and disappeared into the streets outside. Their movements were swift and decisive, showing no trace of their previous dejected and drunken state.