You Really Are a Little Clever Clods

Gushan City.

One of the few Xuanlong cities Lu Bei remembered. The last time he came, he had fought the Demon King Lu Li of the Hundred Thousand Mountains for eight hundred rounds outside the city, scoring a Fang Tian Hua Ji and one Tome Fragment, while the Golden Winged Great Peng had even hitched a ride on the Transformation Tribulation.

Afterward, he had shared a meal with Xuanlong Emperor Zhao Fangce and received a thank-you gift: the Demon Slaying Sword, plus one free white-haired diplomat.

Because freebies were free, and free things were the most expensive, Lu Bei still had not dyed the white hair into his own color.

At the General's Residence, a clearly drawn map of the Hundred Thousand Mountains hung on the wall. It showed the territory of the Demon Race, a place Human Race Cultivators found difficult to penetrate. Large stretches of blank space remained on the map, waiting to be filled in.

The map came from Chi Yun Palace. Demon Fiend Bai Su had personally surveyed and drawn it, and the territories of the four Demon Kings were marked with exceptional clarity.

The defending general, Demon Fiend Tu Yuan, stood with both hands behind her back, looking up at the map without saying a word. She was only a meter and twenty centimeters tall, and her serious little face still had a hint of baby fat.

Mighty Chu had stationed troops beyond the border. Xuanlong was under attack from both sides, and the situation was as urgent as a firestorm.

As the defending general at the front line, Tu Yuan was furious at Mighty Chu's shameless act of taking advantage of the crisis, but all she could do was stare helplessly and carry out her own duties.

As luck would have it, the Demon