Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

It was obvious that the figure in front was Qing Cang, and the one behind was Mo Ming. As for Lang Huan, she remained calm and composed, sitting upright in the room without moving.

Li Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly. Back in Tianyao City, Lang Huan had been very arrogant and easily angered. In just over half a year, she had changed so much.

Was it because she grew after her failure, or was everything she did from the beginning a facade?

If it's the latter, then Langhuan's purpose is definitely not simple; it's very likely that she came for him from the very beginning, and it's a carefully set-up scheme.

Thinking of this, Li Yuan became even more vigilant. It seemed that the waters of this demon race's holy land were very deep!

The Heavenly Demon City must have started planning this a long time ago, all for this day.

Seeing that Langhuan remained motionless, Li Yuan stopped paying attention and began to meditate and cultivate seriously.

That night, the liveliness on the island exceeded Li Yuan's expectations.

After midnight, a beam of white light shot into the sky, tearing through the night and startling everyone on the island.

Li Yuan wanted to climb onto the roof, but when he looked closely, he found that the sound was not coming from the direction of the sacrificial tower, but from the direction of the temple.

A burst of white light exploded in the air, illuminating half the island as if it were daytime. Under the bright light, several figures were fighting in mid-air, and the terrifying fluctuations could be felt even from a great distance.

Heh, it seems those old guys following behind are smarter than Qingcang and his bunch of greenhorns; they bypassed the priest tower and went to explore the temple.

Ji Fanghua and Leng Ningshuang also jumped up, looking worriedly into the distance.

"They started fighting?"

"Yeah, they've started fighting."

A smile played at the corners of Li Yuan's lips.

"Should we...?"

A sense of unease swept through Leng Ningshuang's heart. Perhaps they could take advantage of the chaos and use the opportunity to explore the depths of the sacrificial tower or the temple.

"No need, just watch the show."

Li Yuan's face darkened.

Leng Ningshuang was from Taixu Academy, unlike Ji Fanghua. She immediately sensed the change in Li Yuan's aura and her heart skipped a beat.

"I see."

Throughout the journey, Li Yuan had done nothing to wrong Leng Ning Shuang, repeatedly saving her life and protecting her whenever she was in danger. If she still didn't appreciate his kindness and disobeyed his orders, it would be truly unreasonable.

At that moment, three dark figures darted out of the temple and rushed in one direction, followed by several gray figures that gave chase.

One of the figures moved noticeably slower, clearly injured. An old man in gray robes emerged from the side door of the temple, his five fingers slightly spread, and a wave of azure energy surged up, as if pressing down on the entire night sky.

Fortunately, someone turned back to save them, throwing out a talisman that exploded in mid-air, turning into a shower of golden light that blocked their way.

The gray-robed old man snorted coldly, reached out and grabbed, but the rain of light shattered like paper. Its momentum did not diminish, and it crashed into the injured figure with a loud bang.

"what!"

The dark figure let out a muffled groan and fell from mid-air, crashing to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

He dared not linger, leaped up, and staggered forward.

A silver figure suddenly appeared at the end of the path, hands tucked into sleeves, walking at a leisurely pace, as if simply taking a stroll in the night.

The dark figure paused, clutching its left shoulder, blood dripping from between its fingers. A corner of the black cloth covering its face was shattered, revealing half of its gaunt face.

"Guests are always welcome; why is Commander Luo in such a hurry to leave?"

Chen Su chuckled softly.

The shadowy figure, with a gloomy look in his eyes, slowly removed the veil from his face, revealing a resolute expression. He was none other than Luo Xuan, the commander of the Great Tang Demon Suppression Division.

Now that my identity has been exposed, there's no point in pretending anymore; I might as well just admit it.

"Sorry, I was just curious for a moment."

"curious?"

Chen Su looked up at the other two figures. "Are you two the same? Although the Holy Land is isolated in a corner, it is not ignorant of hospitality."

His expression was enigmatic: "Next time you visit, you might as well present a formal visiting card so that we can prepare in advance."

The other two dark figures paused briefly, neither replying nor turning back, before disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

Luo Xuan's face was grim, and he no longer tried to escape. Instead, Chen Su smiled and said, "It's late. Why don't I escort Commander Luo back to rest?"

Thank you for your trouble.

Luo Xuan was somewhat surprised, not expecting the other party not to pursue the matter. He nodded without showing any emotion.

The wound on his left shoulder was caused by touching a restriction in the temple, where a strange power was constantly writhing, rendering his arm completely powerless.

"These are healing pills from the island. Commander Luo is our guest, so naturally we won't just leave them unattended."

Chen Su took out a jade bottle and handed it over with a smile.

Without hesitation, Luo Xuan took it, uncorked it, and found a dark pill inside that emitted a pleasant fragrance.

Without hesitation, he tilted his head back and swallowed it. A cool stream of air flowed down his throat into his dantian, and then flowed to his left shoulder. The wriggling energy inside quickly disappeared.

Chen Su turned and led the way with a half-smile.

"We have been impolite tonight, please forgive us, senior."

Chen Su's aura was as deep as an abyss. Luo Xuan had already vaguely sensed that his realm was above his own. If he wanted to harm him, there was no need for him to go through all this trouble.

"No problem."

Chen Su walked towards the guest courtyard with his hands behind his back.

Right there, in the temple's backyard, a shadow skimmed across the ground, approaching silently.

This person was clearly much smarter than Luo Xuan and the others. He didn't force his way in, but waited until the group had dispersed and the guards were less vigilant before sneaking over.

The shadowy figure circled halfway around the temple, found the gap where the guards changed shifts, and slid into the shadows, hugging the stone wall.

He had just cautiously peeked out from behind the shadow of the courtyard wall when, without warning, a long, snow-white cane appeared in front of him.

An elderly man in white robes appeared silently before him, holding a long cane horizontally in front of him, his gaze calm: "Guest, you have come to the wrong place."

The shadowy figure paused, remained silent for a moment, offered no resistance, and turned to leave without hesitation.

The white-robed elder did not let him leave peacefully. He lowered his long staff slightly, and a white light pressed down on the dark figure.

The dark figure stumbled, its legs gave way, and its shoulder slammed heavily against the stone wall with a dull thud before sliding down the wall.

He did not attempt to retaliate, but obediently accepted the blow, which left a deep, bone-revealing gash on his shoulder, from which blood dripped down the temple steps.

The shadowy figure emerged from the wall and disappeared into the depths of the night.

The temple was making a huge commotion, but the sacrificial tower was very quiet, as if nothing had happened.

As the first rays of dawn touched the island, Li Yuan, as always, brewed a pot of tea under the flowering trees in the courtyard, holding a celadon cup with a leisurely air.

In the other courtyard, it was unusually quiet. Qingcang's face was as white as a ghost, Moming's shoulders were slumped, and only Langhuan's face was normal.

Three days passed quickly, and the trial was about to begin.

At this moment, in the back hall of the temple, the Grand Elder sat upright on a futon, with a light screen hanging in front of him. Li Yuan was sitting under a flowering tree, resting with his eyes closed. Leng Ningshuang sat quietly beside him, regulating her breathing. Ji Fanghua closed her eyes, seemingly meditating.

"You mean they haven't left the house at all in the past three days?"

The Grand Elder frowned, and Chen Su, sitting opposite him, hummed in agreement.

"I'm finding it increasingly difficult to understand this person."