Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

Just as Fu Qingmei was absorbing the essence, An Sheng and Xiahou Jun were locked in a fierce battle in front of the Heavenly Palace Gate.

After emerging from the blood pool, the two felt their blood and qi boiling, and since they had nowhere to vent their pent-up energy, they decided to use each other as whetstones.

Yu Fu squatted on the stone platform at the entrance of the hall, peeling chestnuts while acting as a temporary referee, occasionally shouting "Brother Senior, give it your all!" or "Brother Xiahou, your mace technique is no good!"

Su Xue was counting for the two of them; they had already gone over a hundred moves, and there was still no winner.

Just as An Sheng forced Xiahou Jun back with a spear thrust, and Xiahou Jun retaliated with a mace, their swords and mace clashing once more, a flurry of footsteps suddenly echoed from the end of the ten-thousand-step stone staircase.

An Sheng and Xiahou Jun simultaneously stopped and turned to look at the stone steps.

Dozens of demon warriors surged up from the end of the stone steps, led by a woman clad in silver-white soft armor, with silver hair reaching her waist and vertical pupils.

Her lower body was not human legs; her legs had transformed into a black snake tail with gold markings. The snake tail swayed slowly behind her, and the scales gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the shadow of the palace gate.

Behind her followed two powerful demons with surging blood energy, and behind them were dozens of elite demon warriors, each wielding bone knives and spears, their demonic aura so dense it was almost tangible.

The woman stopped at the palace entrance, her vertical pupils sweeping over everyone inside. Her gaze lingered for a moment on Fu Qing, who sat cross-legged in the pool in the center of the hall, before she spoke coldly.

"I am Bai Suli, and I respectfully address the recluse Qingming. However, one of the items in this Heavenly Palace belongs to my demon race. It was something he took from the demon race during his lifetime, and I will take it back today. I do not wish to harm the harmony between the human and demon races. Hand over the demon race's item, and I will immediately withdraw my troops."

Yunnan emerged from behind the palace gate, a short sword already in his hand, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground. "What could possibly be worth His Highness the White Snake personally leading a team to steal?"

"Pond water".

Bai Suli's vertical pupils fell on the blood pool in the center of the hall, where Fu Qing sat cross-legged.

"The blood of the Demon Emperor is mixed in that pool. A thousand years ago, the Qingming Hermit stole a bottle of blood from our clan using the power of painting and hid it in this pool of essence blood, attempting to use the blood of the Demon Emperor to temper his own body. He died, but the blood of the Demon Emperor is still in this pool. I want to take back the blood of my ancestor and not let it remain in the hands of the human race."

"Fu Qing is still in the pool."

Yunnan drew his short sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the starlight from the palace roof. "No one is allowed to touch the pool."

An Sheng and Xiahou Jun immediately stopped, their silver spears and golden maces pointing at the demons simultaneously.

An Sheng held his gun horizontally in front of the palace entrance. "You little snake demon, if you want to touch Fu Qing today, you'll have to ask my gun for permission first!"

Xiahou Jun's double maces clashed together, producing a low hum. He stood next to An Sheng and coldly added,

"We just broke through from the blood pool and were worried about who would try their skills. How about you give it a shot, little monster?"

Bai Suli remained silent for a few moments, then raised her hand. "Make your move."

Dozens of demon warriors rushed forward at the same time, with the two great demon pythons, Kui and Gu Feng, leading the charge.

Mang Kui's arms were as thick as stone pillars, and his bone blades were as thin as cicada wings. In an instant, the flashing blades and whip-like movements sealed the palace gates shut.

An Sheng thrust his spear at Mang Kui, the silver spear piercing Mang Kui's chest but bouncing off his scales and sending sparks flying.

Mang Kui grinned and threw a punch that sent An Sheng and his gun staggering back several steps.

Xiahou Jun thrust out both maces to meet Gu Feng's attack. Gu Feng's bone blade moved with incredible speed, leaving more than a dozen fine white marks on Xiahou Jun's golden maces.

The demon race brought too many and too strong people this time—both Mang Kui and Gu Feng were at the ninth level of the Meridian Opening Realm, and the dozens of warriors behind them were all experts at the seventh or eighth level.

Meanwhile, on Jingkang's side, Fu Qing, the main force, was still unable to move in the pool. Ling Yuxi and Song Zhiwen were desperately resisting on the flanks, but the number of demons far exceeded theirs. Each person had to face the siege of two or three demon warriors. The sounds of clashing swords rose and fell, and the battle line was forced to shrink continuously into the palace.

Suwen and Suxue were at the rear, doing their best to activate the medicinal energy to treat the wounded.

Yu Fu finally ran out of Vajra Talismans. He raised the Heart Lamp above his head, but its light was so weak under the pressure of the demonic energy that it was almost invisible. He huddled in a corner and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Brother Fu, hurry up! If you don't come soon, we're all going to be done for!"

Finally, Bai Suli took action herself!

A beam of divine light shot out from her vertical pupils, the silvery-white beam striking An Sheng's silver spear.

The silver spear trembled violently, An Sheng's tiger's mouth split open, and he was thrown back and crashed into a palace pillar. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling a sweet taste in his throat.

Xiahou Jun thrust out both maces to meet Bai Suli's snake tail, which had already transformed into a half-demon form. Its black scales with gold patterns shimmered with a chilling light under the starlight from the palace roof.

The golden mace collided with the snake's tail. Only one scale on the snake's tail was broken off, but Xiahou Jun was sent flying and crashed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Ling Yuxi and Song Zhiwen fought desperately on the flanks against the siege of the demon warriors. Ling Yuxi's longsword was cleaved in several places by the bone blade of the Bone Blade, and the Confucian and Taoist light on Song Zhiwen's bamboo slips had dimmed to the point of being almost invisible.

Bai Suli broke through the defenses and advanced deep into the territory.

Yunnan gritted her teeth, drew her sword, and stood in front of the blood pool. Her short sword already had seven or eight nicks, and her ankle had been twisted again in the previous battle, but her hand holding the sword remained motionless.

After exchanging blows for several rounds, Bai Suli's snake tail sent Yunnan Zhi flying, crashing into a stone tablet, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"I know you, Princess Yun. I've heard you're a wise woman. Today, knowing the situation is hopeless, why are you acting so unwisely?"

Bai Suli stopped in front of her, looking down at Yunnan Zhi. Her vertical pupils held neither mockery nor hostility, only a cold frankness.

"The blood of our ancestors must be taken back; don't let it block our way."

"Fu Qing is still in the pool."

Yunnan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, leaned against the stone tablet, and struggled to stand up, only to fall back down. She gritted her teeth and looked up at Bai Suli.

"I will not give up!"

Bai Suli paused for a moment, then bypassed Yunnan and continued walking towards the Blood Pool.

Just as she passed by Suwen, Suwen quietly took out a silver needle from her sleeve. This silver needle was not coated with medicine, but with a concentrated solution of the Five Internal Organs Temple Gu poison that she had extracted from Fu Qing's blood.

She suddenly shot the silver needle towards the back of Bai Suli's neck.

The sound of the silver needle piercing the air was extremely soft and faint, but Bai Suli's vertical pupils suddenly turned when the silver needle was less than three inches away from her neck—the Xuan Shui Divine Light shot out from the vertical pupils, hitting the silver needle and knocking it away.

The aftershock hit Suwen, sending her flying backward and crashing into a pillar in the hall. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her medicine box slipped from her shoulder, scattering medicine bottles all over the ground.

"People of the Medicine Palace... I won't kill you."

Bai Suli withdrew her gaze from Suwen and turned to step into the blood pool.

The pool water submerged her snake tail, and the aura of the Demon Emperor's blood surged underwater, resonating with her bloodline.

She reached out to use the Mysterious Water Divine Light to strip away the Demon Emperor's blood mixed in the pool water, when the pool water suddenly began to boil violently.

An immense, suffocating spiritual pressure exploded from the bottom of the pool, a terrifying power far exceeding the perception limits of everyone present.

A water column several meters high erupted from the surface of the pool, causing the entire Heavenly Palace to tremble.

The sun, moon, and stars patterns on the dome trembled violently, the mountains and rivers on the murals twisted and deformed in the trembling, and dust kept falling from the pillars of the palace.

Bai Suli was thrown back several steps by the force of the water, and several white marks were cut on the scales on her snake tail by the qi contained in the water column.

Her vertical pupils suddenly contracted—the person at the bottom of the pool had opened their eyes.