Xuanzhen Arrives! Yellow Wind Returns to the Mountain!

Outside the gates of the Demon Suppression Division in Qingzhou City.

Master Xuanzhen stood in the middle of the street, with faint golden lotus light spreading out in layers beneath his feet, as if a Lotus Platform was supporting him.

The wind swept through the city, carrying dust, but his monk's robe remained spotless and motionless.

As the chanting entered their ears, it was as if someone in their sea of consciousness had knelt down for them.

One by one, the people in the city knelt down, and even some of the Demon Suppression Guard could not resist, all of them showing a look of fascination.

"Xuan Zhen."

Qin Lie descended from the sky and landed opposite Xuan Zhen, coldly saying, "You've crossed the line."

Master Xuanzhen clasped his hands together, first chanting a Buddhist prayer in a calm tone.

"This humble monk has only come to settle an old score."

Old scores.

"You're responsible for Qingzhou's current state, how dare you bring up old grievances?"

Qin Lie laughed in extreme anger.

"Are the people of this continent inferior to your depraved, lecherous, and malevolent disciple who keeps evil spirits?!"

"We both know perfectly well why Pei Xuance took action back then. If it weren't for the formidable enemy abroad, and if it weren't for the mediation of Xuandu Abbey, I would have already gone to your Lotus Flower Temple to become a disciple."

"How dare you come to Qingzhou now?"

"Shut up!!"

Master Xuanzhen's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, his gaze fixed intently on Qin Lie.

He had been severely injured during a game of chess with me that night, and could only retreat to Qingzhou, where he made no further progress. I hadn't bothered to check on him for a long time, and I let him fall into despair.

Now they've come back again, having learned nothing from the lessons of the past, and dare to act like this again!

Do you really think he's good-tempered?

Do you really think he won't make another move?

"What's there to shut up about? You can do it yourself, so why can't people talk about it?"

"A den of bald monks, birds of a feather!"

Qin Lie immediately launched into a tirade, showing no intention of mediating.

He even took the initiative, suddenly leaping up and unleashing a punch imbued with the orange-yellow power of the Dao Infant!

The first punch, with its tearing force, aimed straight for Xuan Zhen's face.

The second and third punches flew in quick succession, their shadows merging into one, and orange-yellow light exploded in mid-air, like a cloud of fire rising.

"Presumptuous!"

Xuan Zhen remained motionless on the Lotus Platform beneath his feet, his face extremely gloomy.

He roared, and the pressure of the Dao-Infant Realm swept out instantly, causing the surrounding shops and houses to collapse and dust to fly everywhere.

"Long time no see, your old bones are still as strong as ever."

He caught them one by one with his bare hands.

Palm and fist collided, and a muffled thunderous explosion rolled across the sky above Qingzhou. Circles of force collided and exploded, causing bricks and stones of the high walls of the Demon Suppression Division to fall off continuously, with broken bricks rolling down the base of the walls.

After exchanging several blows, Qin Lie's aura began to weaken noticeably.

Xuan Zhen's moves were not violent.

His physical body was strong, and his fist and palm techniques were upright and peaceful. Yet, with each contact, a layer of Zen light would rise up along the force of his fist.

It wasn't Qin Lie's physical body that was being worn down, but his soul.

Qin Lie's newly formed attacks were often largely eroded by the Zen light before they even got close to Xuan Zhen. The orange-yellow Dao Infant power on his fist softened several layers as soon as it approached Xuan Zhen, like snowflakes falling into warm water.

After several exchanges, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and took a direct hit from Xuan Zhen's palm.

Boom--!

It was like a muffled thunderclap falling from mid-air.

Qin Lie was slammed down from the sky like a falling star, crashing through the outer wall of the Demon Suppression Division. Bricks and stones collapsed with a deafening roar, and dust billowed several meters into the air.

The ground shook.

Li Hanguang staggered half a step, looking in alarm toward the outer wall.

Pei Xuance remained unmoved, but instead swallowed another Demon Core's apple bobbed, his eyes were filled with a black, murderous intent!

Yellow Wind Mountain.

Half of the mountain gate collapsed, and the ground was littered with rubble and the remains of a demon corpse.

The Yellow Wind Demon King stopped in his tracks as he stepped through the mountain gate.

Layer upon layer of demon corpses lay piled on the stone steps, their demon blood flowing down the steps, long since dried up and scabbed over, turning into a purplish-black river of blood.

A mountain breeze carries a pungent, fishy stench, the smell of which has been infiltrated by countless Demon Kings.

It had only been a few days since it left the mountain, yet now the mountain was full of demon corpses. Could it be that the Demon Suppression Division had attacked?

The Yellow Wind Demon King walked up the mountain step by step.

Every few steps, he recognized the name of a demon corpse, and his expression grew increasingly somber as he climbed higher.

The vast Yellow Wind Mountain was left without a single survivor by the Demon Suppression Division!

A small figure huddled behind the rock wall in front of the cave.

The gray-robed Demon King, with one horn missing, trembled like a leaf, its aura weak and listless. The Yellow Wind Demon King yanked it out from behind the broken wall, barely suppressing his rage.

"Who did this?"

The gray-robed Demon King raised his head, and upon seeing the Yellow Wind Demon King, he grasped at a straw and stammered incoherently:

"It's... it's Pei Xuance..."

"He killed every demon he encountered on the mountain; not a single Demon King remained..."

"The younger one was hidden in the rock wall beforehand, which is why he didn't kill him."

Pei Xuance! Good.

Very good.

The Yellow Wind Demon King's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he wished he could immediately go to Qingzhou and devour an entire prefecture to vent his anger.

Xuan Zhen has already gone to Qingzhou City. Qin Lie's old life is enough for Xuan Zhen to hold out for a while, so it doesn't need to worry about Qin Lie coming.

Xuan Zhen has already gone to Qingzhou.

"Qin Lie's old life is enough for him to hold out for a while."

The Yellow Wind Demon King casually tossed the Gray-Robed Demon King aside, his body surrounded by Yellow Wind, his voice chillingly cold.

"Pei Xuance destroyed my Yellow Wind Mountain."

"I will then go and destroy Guanlan Commandery, and let him taste the bitterness of guarding Qingzhou his whole life only to be the first to perish!"

You destroyed my entire mountain of demons, so I, the king, will first slaughter the people of your entire prefecture.

This is a fair exchange!

"Your Majesty."

A deep voice sounded from the side.

Black Rock emerged from the shadows, his face shrouded in a black robe, exuding composure.

"Pei Xuance dared to massacre Yellow Wind Mountain; he must have something to rely on." It carefully considered its words: "Should we first probe the strength of Qingzhou?"

"What are you looking for?"

The Yellow Wind Demon King interrupted it.

Xuan Zhen is keeping Qin Lie occupied in Qingzhou, leaving the Qingzhou leaderless and preoccupied with its own problems. Even if Pei Xuance himself is currently in Guanlan Commandery, so what?

"I am at the Dao Infant stage."

The Yellow Wind Demon King sneered, his Dao-Infant Realm aura spreading outwards, his aged body forcibly exuding a somewhat spirited air.

Even the strongest Mysterious Core Realm is still just Mysterious Core Realm.

How could they possibly withstand the might of Dao Infant?

Black Rock opened his mouth, but swallowed the rest of his words.

The king was furious beyond reason.

"Quickly, bring out the Golden Kite!"

The Yellow Wind Demon King let out a shrill cry, its withered claws grasping at something out of thin air, its urgency palpable.

Black Rock sighed silently and took out a golden kite from his sleeve.

It swells with the wind, growing to about ten feet in size, its wings like cut gold foil, shimmering with light and color.

The two demons landed on the kite's back one after the other.

With a tremor, the kite transformed into a golden ray of light and soared away through the clouds.