With the threat from the thing suppressing the altar beneath Water Marsh gone, Lu Daxin's life was temporarily out of danger. Everyone was in high spirits, and everything tasted good—especially the delicious food Zhang Xiaofan had carefully prepared.
They had no idea that the Demon Sect had already laid a vast net outside the Forbidden Spirit Land, waiting for them to come out.
Old Ancestor Fengyue was also waiting on the outskirts for the people from Big Bamboo Peak. How could he let his reputation be ruined by juniors?
Half a year was neither very long nor very short. For cultivators, that amount of time was easily bearable. The trouble was that Old Ancestor Fengyue's famous treasure, the Fengyue Fan, had been snatched by He Dazhi and the others.
As soon as Luo Yunji and the others appeared in the Imperial City, the Demon Sect's spies had already sent word.
Lu Daxin had lost blood and vital energy, so He Dazhi suggested replenishing them with the blood fiend energy carried by the soldiers.
The emperor and the Prince considered it, then agreed, on the condition that no one died.
Zhang Xiaofan could now somewhat control the Fire Poker's bloodthirsty instinct. And after the people of Big Bamboo Peak received spirit stones capable of producing spiritual power from the Giant Chi, they could use a few spells even in the Forbidden Spirit Land. That provided an extra safeguard while Zhang Xiaofan controlled the Fire Poker and had it absorb the soldiers' blood energy.
The group from Big Bamboo Peak stood on the General-Summoning Platform, looking at the soldiers below. Their stern, orderly ranks and uniform attire gave them quite a jolt.
He Dazhi gave them a cursory look.
The soldiers' physical fitness varied. If Zhang Xiaofan absorbed their blood energy all