The Great Demon King Attacks [4th Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets]

"Leave? That's what that old bastard Yang Yuanzi told me too! Why should I leave?"

Lu Yuanjun said in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with uncontrollable killing intent when Yang Yuanzi was mentioned.

Zhao Zhen sighed, "Look, even the sects are on Fang Wang's side. We can only hide. It's frustrating, but there's nothing we can do. This is the result of our choices. At least you've mastered the Ghost Weapon, and at least I've embarked on the path of immortality. So what if we take a step back now?"

"Having been emperor for so many years, I know one thing well: when your power is inferior to others, you can only endure and even back down. What matters is having the last laugh."

Speaking of this, he had mixed feelings.

He had guessed that Fang Wang was the Heavenly Origin Treasure Spirit, and he hadn't expected it to be true. Moreover, the strength that Fang Wang had shown was enough to sweep through the Profound Heart Realm, which meant that Fang Wang had already realized his potential, and he could no longer scheme against him.

In addition, he felt a little relieved. Fang Wang was already so powerful, yet he did not kill him. Did this mean that Fang Wang was truly unaware of the situation?

If that's the case, why would he bother provoking Fang Wang?

"No! Absolutely not! Why should I back down! Is Tianyuan Baoling necessarily stronger than me? I have a supreme treasure; I might be able to defeat him! If I devour his soul, his talent will only be of use to me!"

Lu Yuanjun roared, his tone hysterical. He was no longer the gentle, sunny man he usually was; his face was filled with resentment, hatred, and greed.

Zhao Zhen frowned, noticing that something was wrong with him.

Lu Yuanjun suddenly looked at him and sneered, "If you hadn't schemed against me, how could I have been exposed prematurely? Now that the Taiyuan Sect won't tolerate me, then you'll follow me to overthrow the Taiyuan Sect!"

Zhao Zhen stood up and said in a deep voice, "Are you crazy? The world is at peace now, and the nine major sects have made peace. How can you possibly overthrow the Taiyuan Sect by yourself?"

Wisps of black ghostly energy emanated from Lu Yuanjun's body, and a terrifying figure materialized behind him. The figure wore a ferocious grin and said, "You think you know me well? I summoned you here today to end your presumptuous life. You're nothing but a dog I pity, yet you dared to scheme against me and even advised me to escape? How laughable!"

Zhao Zhen's expression changed drastically. He turned around abruptly, intending to escape, but as soon as he turned, he was unable to move. He saw strands of ghostly energy, like tentacles, wrapping around his limbs and waist, rendering him immobile.

"You dog posing as the Son of Heaven, do you know why my supreme treasure absorbs souls? I will make you watch as I overthrow the Taiyuan Sect and kill Fang Wang. I will make you suffer eternal damnation as you watch me pursue immortality!"

Lu Yuanjun's voice rang in Zhao Zhen's ears. Zhao Zhen's eyes widened. He could already feel Lu Yuanjun's breathing.

He glanced over and despairingly discovered that Lu Yuanjun was standing right behind him.

……

At noon, the weather was cool.

Fang Wang was fishing on a large rock by the lake. Bored, he called out, "Brother Gu, stop practicing and come chat for a bit!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Tianxiong, standing on the lake, had veins bulging on his forehead. With his eyes closed, he roared angrily, "You fucking finished shaping the spirit and then get the hell out of here! Don't delay my sword practice!"

This situation has lasted for a month, and Gu Tianxiong is filled with regret. He shouldn't have given any warning a month ago; he should have let the kid wander around aimlessly.

Fang Wang yawned and said, "You can practice swordsmanship anytime, but you can't practice all the time. You have to find some fun. That's what a friend of mine said, but I forgot who it was."

Gu Tianxiong clenched his fists, cursing inwardly that this kid was targeting him.

Little did they know, Fang Wang had truly forgotten.

As Fang Wang fished, he reflected on his experience.

I don't know who said this profound truth, but it's really true. He cultivated in the Heavenly Palace for four hundred years and almost went crazy. In the past month, he didn't cultivate at all, but traveled around the Sword Heaven Marsh and his state of mind improved a lot.

Two words: exhilarating!

However, this state will not last long. In three days, he will have to continue his cultivation.

Cultivation is the foundation of an immortal cultivator. One can take breaks to relax, but one must never give up cultivation.

Just then, a strong wind came from the east, dispersing the thick fog on the lake. The sword cultivators were startled and turned to look. They saw a group of cultivators flying in from the horizon. They did not ride on flying swords, but flew directly over. Their clothes were exquisite and gorgeous, and their temperament was extraordinary. They were obviously not ordinary people.

There were eighteen people in total, both men and women. Four of them were carrying a sedan chair, which made people curious about the identity of the person inside.

"Tsk tsk, a bunch of Spirit Core Realm cultivators, even carrying sedan chairs for others, which family's disciples have such prestige?"

As Fang Wang thought to himself, Xiao Zi suddenly rushed out of the lake, snuggled into his arms, and then poked her head out, whispering, "Young Master, there is demonic energy, a very terrifying demonic energy, it is very likely a great demon king."

Great Demon King?

A being comparable to the Concentration Realm?

Fang Wang squinted, staring at the sedan chair.

The group quickly flew to the other side of the lake. Four of them gently lowered the sedan chair. Fang Wang, with his superhuman eyesight, saw through the vast lake and emerge from the sedan chair as a strange man dressed in black.

The strange-looking man seemed to sense Fang Wang's gaze and turned his gaze towards him. Fang Wang immediately looked away, not wanting to cause trouble.

Gu Tianxiong walked to Fang Wang's side and muttered, "Kid, be careful, stay away from that guy over there, I have a bad feeling about him."

Fang Wang said, "Something is definitely not right, but you should be careful. Don't always try to stand out."

This month alone, Gu Tianxiong has argued with other sword cultivators several times, and each time he stood up for others.

Every few days, sword cultivators seeking the inheritance of the Sword Saint arrive. With so many people, there's a mix of good and bad, and friction is inevitable. Gu Tianxiong can't stand those sword cultivators who use their cultivation level to intimidate others, so he often steps in.

Fang Wang suspects that the Gu family was wiped out because Gu Tianxiong caused trouble.

Now, it's been less than six years since the Gu family was wiped out.

Zhou Xue didn't specify a time.

Gu Tianxiong snorted and continued, "I suspect they are demons. There are many demons in the south of the Great Qi, especially overseas, where they are countless. Demon kings often transform and come ashore to seek immortal opportunities. The Sword Saint returned from overseas, so perhaps those demons are the same."

Fang Wang noticed that the strange-looking man was leading eighteen of his men along the lakeside.

He wasn't worried about these demons causing trouble for the Sword Saint.

That day, he used the Qiankun Fan to shake the Sword Saint's sword formation, and he knew how terrifying the Sword Saint was, definitely not comparable to the strange man.

Although the strange man gave Fang Wang a dangerous feeling, it was not to the point of being frightening, at least not comparable to the feeling he had for the Sword Saint.

And so, Fang Wang and Gu Tianxiong chatted idly.

The other sword cultivators on the lake were also discussing the mysterious group of newcomers.

That evening, the group of mysterious visitors returned to the lakeside opposite Fang Wang, where they meditated and cultivated without interacting with other sword cultivators.

Three days later.

Fang Wang returned to the wooden bridge where he had been cultivating. The pavilion door was still closed, and he could sense Fang Hanyu's aura; the inheritance process was still ongoing.

After he began cultivating, time started to pass more quickly for Fang Wang.

Days passed.

And so, another month passed.

"Come in."

The Sword Saint's voice reached Fang Wang's ears, and what surprised him was that the Sword Saint used a sound transmission technique, and his voice sounded extremely tired.

He immediately got up and went over. Xiao Zi stayed in his arms the whole time, very afraid of that strange man who seemed to be a great demon king.

Upon entering the attic lobby, Fang Wang casually closed the door behind him.

He saw Fang Hanyu lying flat on the ground, his face showing pain, and mysterious energy emanating from his body.

"Don't worry, he has successfully inherited my sword energy and is currently shaping his spirit. He should be able to succeed in two days at most."

The Sword Saint sat cross-legged and spoke softly. He looked much older than before, his back was bent, and he had lost a lot of weight.

Fang Wang stepped forward and asked with concern, "Senior, are you alright?"

The Sword Saint looked up at him and said in a low voice, "The sword energy and sword intent have left my body, and they have also drained my essence and spirit. I have at most seven days left to live."

Upon hearing this, Fang Wang's expression changed, and he frowned, asking, "Senior, is there any way to prolong your life?"

"Extend my life? Heh... My destiny has come to an end, and there is no cure. It is enough that you have this intention. What I am about to give you is the real purpose of my setting up the Spirit Shaping Scheme here."

As the Sword Saint spoke, he raised his right hand with trembling hands, and a piece of red jade flew out from his sleeve and flew towards Fang Wang.

Fang Wang subconsciously took the jade and found three characters engraved on it.

Huang Jianjun!

Holding the jade, he sensed the powerful spiritual energy and restrictions contained within it, making him extremely cautious.

"I have finally found a successor. Accept this decree, and you will become the Yellow-Character Sword Lord. Once you surpass the Condensation Realm, you can take this decree to overseas. It will guide you to your destination, where there is a celestial opportunity that the Great Qi does not possess. My aptitude is insufficient, and I obtained this celestial opportunity too late, but you are different..."

The Sword Saint spoke weakly, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahaha, Heavenly Yuan Treasure Spirit... Chan'er, in the end I still win... My successor will definitely be stronger than you, and may even be able to aim for the position of one of the Twenty-Four True Immortals..."

He couldn't help but cough because he was laughing so hard.

Upon hearing this, Fang Wang realized he was in deep trouble.

Is this the surprise Zhou Xue was talking about?

A chance encounter with immortals overseas?

Do I need to surpass the Concentration Realm before I can go?

Once the Sword Saint stopped coughing, Fang Wang asked, "Senior, what is the origin of this token?"

"Senior? Call me Master." The Sword Saint said in a low voice, looking at Fang Wang with an expectant gaze.

Upon seeing this, Fang Wang immediately knelt down, clasped his hands in thanks, and said, "Master, thank you for bestowing upon us both your teachings!"

The Sword Saint smiled and said, "Good! Very good! My Sword Saint has finally found a successor!"

"Good disciple, don't ask about this matter anymore. When you surpass the Condensation Realm and use your divine sense to probe this token, you will know everything. However, there is trouble right now. A great demon king from overseas has come after us, and he wants this yellow-lettered Sword Lord Token."

The Sword Saint's smile faded, and his expression turned serious.

Fang Wang squinted and asked, "Is that great demon king your mortal enemy?"

The Sword Saint took a deep breath and said, "I know your cultivation is not low, at least not at the Spirit Shaping Realm, which means you have a dual-life spirit. But you cannot be his enemy. The Great Demon King is equivalent to the Spirit Condensation Realm, which is far beyond what you can provoke at your current level. When Yu Han wakes up, you should take him and leave."

Yu Han is Fang Hanyu's pseudonym.