Outside the Myriad Spirits Sect, across the mountains and plains, there were nothing but worthless demons.
Numbers alone had become meaningless; one glance revealed an endless sea stretching beyond sight.
They came dragging their families with them, supporting the old and leading the young—truly a mountain and sea of demons.
Call it a nation, and there was no order within or without. Call it a city, and there were no walls to east, west, south, or north. Call it a marketplace, and no one did business. Call it a village, and there were no fields or estates.
The countless spirits swarming over the mountain peaks reminded Su Che only of the slums he had heard of in his previous life—Kowloon Walled City.
As for the Myriad Spirits Sect's mountain gate, it lay several dozen li beyond this horde of demons.
Su Che could have ridden the wind straight up and forcibly broken into the mountain gate, but that was, after all, the Myriad Spirits Sect's stronghold. Its mountain-protecting formation, its elders guarding the mountain... he had yet to discover how many tricks lay within. Third Young Master Su had never been that sort of reckless man.
Yet with such a crowd of demons wrapped around the outside, if he wanted to investigate, he first had to clear out some space.
For the moment, there was no way to begin.
Third Young Master Su was no kind and benevolent man. Before long, he came up with an idea.
He picked up several large logs from the nearby forest and made a wooden sledge. He tossed Wind Xi's corpse, which had just died at his hands, atop it, roughly refined several vines and tied them to the sledge, then gripped the vines in one hand and slowly headed toward the mountain.
Naturally,