A day later, the two Nascent Soul Grandmasters emerged from the water.
Yuwen Chunqiu and the other two came forward to greet them. "Martial Uncles, did you capture the Howl Demon?"
Song Kui put away the thirteen golden blades and shook his head. "No."
He was broad and powerfully built, with a saber sheath on his back. The thirteen golden blades slipped freely into that single sheath.
This set of "Spiritstride Insect-Cleaving Golden Blades" was a superior-grade spiritual artifact passed down by Jade Sage Pavilion for three thousand years. It had three Feather-Cleaving blades, five Fur-Cleaving blades, two Shell-Cleaving blades, and three Scale-Cleaving blades, capable of restraining all creatures of fur, feather, scales, and shell beneath heaven. They could slay wild dragons and false phoenixes alike.
Wuma Fang said in surprise, "Even a Nascent Soul Grandmaster like you, Martial Uncle, who specializes in beast-slaying, could not take it down?"
Every profession had its specialty. Some Grandmasters specialized in pill refinement, some in formations, and naturally, some specialized in slaughtering demon beasts. When Jade Sage Pavilion learned that the Howl Demon had emerged, they specifically sent Song Kui, who excelled at beast slaughter, together with Zhuo Li, who excelled in talismans and divination.
Zhuo Li said, "That fiend is clever and has already regained the spiritual intelligence it possessed in life. It is hiding in the Mountain-Cavern Blood Domain and refuses to come out. If we enter its lair to fight, our hands will be tied in many ways."
The odds of victory were fifty-fifty, and the two Nascent Soul Grandmasters cherished their feathers. They were unwilling to suffer grave injuries over a single Howl Demon and delay their preparations for the Three Calamities Tribulation.
Thus, while Song Kui entangled the Howl Demon, Zhuo Li reinforced the seal on that mountain.