Chapter 1439
Revenge
Chapter 1439 Revenge
"Mountain Lord!"
The piercing cries echoed through the mountains. In the middle of the forest, there was a bottomless green pond with rippling water. Beside it stood a towering alchemy furnace, which was so large that it would take five people to encircle it.
A young man sat upright to the side, his clothes shimmering like scales, and a green hue flashing between his brows, clearly indicating that he was cultivating. Suddenly, upon hearing the piercing cry, he opened his eyes, revealing green vertical pupils.
But then they saw the demons on either side escorting a monstrous creature forward, who knelt before them and wept:
"Mountain Lord! A grandfather came down from the mountain... killed my great general, and seized that blood pool!"
The boy's eyes were icy cold as he said:
"Who's blind?"
The demon said:
"But he's a powerful old man. He even said... that the mountain lord must come down the mountain to see him, otherwise he'll not only take over the entire Blood Pool, but he'll also storm the mountain!"
Upon hearing this, a hint of disdain flashed in the young man's eyes, and he said:
"How dare they steal from me!"
That's what he said, but he still started counting on his fingers, using his little finger to scoop up a little water from the pool, and held it up to the sun and moon to observe. After a short while, he shook his hand and muttered to himself:
'How strange, it really does have a somewhat ominous aura. Which other demon in the world could possibly threaten my life these days?'
So he stopped, instead forming a finger-to-finger gesture, pinching it between his eyebrows, sensing the rain and waterfall. A pool of water leaped up, transforming into a green snake that snaked its way down the mountain. Only then did he reach the Black Lacquer Ridge, only to find that the great formation was locked, preventing him from entering or leaving.
He then felt a pang of regret:
"By the way... I learned some human techniques, and there are large arrays everywhere. This guy didn't destroy the arrays when he entered the mountains, so now it's impossible to see who it is..."
He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in the mountains, his expression somber:
'Even with Chi Buzhi as a scapegoat, the adults shouldn't have killed me. Having a backup plan is better than having only one option. Besides, the adults... the Dragon Clan wouldn't send anyone...'
'Could it be the demon king of Brahma? Such blatant display of power suggests he's unlikely to be here to harm me; it's more like he wants a share of the spoils.'
But since the other party dared to make such a boast, they must have some skill, so it's not surprising that they were somewhat audacious. The young man was filled with both hatred and indignation, thinking to himself:
'Ultimately, the lure of blood is irresistible; everyone wants a piece of the pie. Without killing one or two, I can't deter them. Ideally, I should drag them into the blood pool and make them my nourishment…'
He had a clear understanding of the situation. Even if he couldn't defeat the other party and only took some of the blood food, he could simply go find more himself. But if the other party blocked him at the mountain gate and devoured all eight blood pools, the Southern Frontier had always respected the strong, and he would be unable to command anyone.
For both emotional and rational reasons, and for the sake of his own breakthrough opportunity, he had no choice but to descend the mountain. He could only sigh, his face cold, and step down through the air!
With just one step, he arrived before the great formation. With a flick of his finger, the formation shattered. With the next step, the mountain lord was already inside the dark cave.
Canlu Fu narrowed her eyes.
Reflected in those emerald eyes was a figure in black robes, with flowing black hair, shrouded in the radiance of the moon, revealing no trace of his own aura.
'A demonic entity from the Taiyin sect?'
A hint of apprehension flickered in her vertical pupils. Canlu Fu said calmly:
"I wonder which fellow Daoist is so presumptuous in my territory."
The man in black standing in the center also turned around.
Meeting those golden eyes, Can Lufu's vertical pupils became even narrower. The icy coldness in his eyes first turned into astonishment, and then quickly into a hint of fear and unease.
The mountain lord stepped forward and said:
"So it was Qilin himself who came."
He shook his head, somewhat puzzled, and said:
"If I had known it was an adult coming, I should have come to greet them personally..."
Those golden eyes stared coldly at him. The King of Wei didn't take a step; instead, he smiled and asked:
"Does the mountain lord know the reason for my actions?"
Upon hearing this, the young man seemed to suddenly understand, laughed heartily, paced a few steps in the hall, and said with a smile:
"I only heard... I heard that Qilin doesn't like these... that's why I was impolite. I should have delivered them myself. It's all my fault!"
He said solemnly:
"Which mountain stronghold, which blood pool, which demon king does the Qilin want? Go ahead and choose, it's all up to me... Even if you want them all, this little demon will offer them up with both hands!"
A hint of amusement flickered in his golden eyes as the King of Wei stared at him, seemingly never expecting such a reaction.
The moment Canlu Fu met his gaze, she seemed to sense something was amiss. With a pang of regret, she touched her sleeve, took out a jade box, and presented it with both hands, saying:
"This is a precious item I obtained in the Southern Frontier... Since the Qilin has taken over the Shu region, we will naturally lead all the demons of the Southern Frontier to submit to its rule and pay tribute every year to show our respect!"
But the person above wasn't moved at all, because his words showed the slightest unease. He took a step forward and smiled:
“Ginseng and fragrant”.
"Don't you think... I'm here to kill you?"
The boy raised an eyebrow and said:
"This little demon often cultivates in the southern borderlands, never interfering with martial arts or disturbing the coastal areas. How could I possibly have attracted the King of Wei's attention? Now that this little demon's mastery of the Green Water Dao has reached its peak, the King of Wei surely has no time to compete with this little demon in divine arts..."
By this point, the demon king clearly sensed something was wrong, but he was truly unwilling to fight the Qilin…
'He can't kill me, but he can easily wipe out all the foundation I've built in the Southern Frontier over the years, depriving me of that last source of support in my breakthrough...'
The demon king's words already contained a veiled warning, so he paused and then said seriously.
"Moreover, I have no grudge against the King of Wei."
Li Zhouwei stared at the demon, seemingly trying to determine whether it was feigning ignorance or deliberately provoking him. However, the ginseng in front of him did not change at all. Only its merciless vertical pupils forced it to stare at him with a polite expression, which was inexplicably creepy.
The next instant, a pitch-black afterimage appeared in the great demon's vertical pupils!
The King of Wei had already thrown a punch, which slammed into the boy's head. The demon king seemed to be completely unprepared, and his face caved in instantly, producing a deafening roar.
"Boom!"
Rolling black flames swept out along with the light of day!
The dark cave shattered in an instant, and the entire low mountain collapsed immediately afterward. Bright rays of light shot into the sky, transforming the dark, overcast landscape into a bright, clear sky!
The boy who was punched had already turned into a storm, dissipating like smoke. This Great Immortal of Lushui, a great demon with perfect supernatural powers, quickly reformed, and the gold on his face flashed twice before being washed away.
He looked up at the light in the sky, a hint of doubt in his eyes, but before he could ask, his white hand rose up and, amidst the thunderous explosion in the sky, just managed to grasp the tip of that sliver of light!
All the colors in the sky converged at this moment. Can Lufu's expression did not change much, but the light between his two fingers grew brighter and brighter as they collided, and the demons on the vast land all lowered their heads.
Throughout his long life, few dared to challenge Shen Lufu's strength. But at this moment, even though he was a great demon with perfect supernatural powers and a descendant of the legendary dragon prince, he had to take a step back, and his face gradually showed signs of urgency.
He whispered:
"Qilin... what do you mean by this?"
But the King of Wei did not respond to him. Golden lines gradually crept onto Li Zhouwei's cheeks. He slowly tightened his grip on the halberd, and it suddenly flipped over.
The long, moon-like branch suddenly arched up, like a sharp blade, easily slicing open the demon king's head, revealing the complex and intricate emerald light within, causing his head to explode!
But all of this seemed to enrage the evil dragon. Its headless body suddenly exerted its strength, shaking off the halberd in its hand, and a deafening sound came from its chest and abdomen:
"Qilin!"
"You've gone too far!"
His entire body shattered with a deafening roar, transforming into thousands upon thousands of dense black mists that spread outwards. The dark clouds in the sky and earth once again enveloped the area, and the enormous figure seemed to wander within the clouds, its voice like thunder.
"Qilin! Have you thought this through... I can easily abandon the Southern Frontier, but from now on, you'd better keep a close eye on your Shu region!"
"Boom!"
The thick black fog, like thousands of chains connecting heaven and earth, hung down from the vast sky, making the black-clad man in mid-air look like an ant.
Li Zhouwei merely rubbed his wrist, as if just stretching his body, then raised an eyebrow and sneered:
"it is good!"
Instead of dodging or avoiding, he leaped into the air and plunged into the billowing black mist, where another gloomy light mixed with blood suddenly burst forth!
"Red-striped arrowhead!"
This divine power swept away the black mist in the sky, creating a vast blank space. Even though the evil dragon had a body a thousand feet long, it had no choice but to fall into this blood-red world!
Only then could one see the form of the evil dragon.
This dragon has a huge body that stretches across the undulating blood desert. Its face is fierce, with bony spikes and two pairs of horns of different sizes growing from it. Its body is covered with delicate black scales, and the horns of different sizes on its back undulate and run all the way down its body.
The demon's tail stood upright, divided into four sections, each bearing a head of varying sizes and expressions, coldly gazing at the setting sun before it.
This demon king, who always seemed to operate from within the black mist, was now stripped naked, which only fueled his rage. His pupils shot out blood-red light, his sharp teeth opened and closed, and his voice was cold:
"I'm giving you face... and you really think you're Li Qianyuan!"
But the man in front of him just stared at him.
Caught off guard by his gaze, Canlu Fu felt a sudden alarm bell ring in her heart.
'It's too peaceful…'
'Why is he looking at me like I'm already dead... He alone is no match for me, let alone able to kill me...'
Despite his supernatural powers scanning the air hundreds of times, he could not find a trace of it. It wasn't until the two fought for dozens more rounds that the faint white light began to permeate the world.
Canlu Fu had no choice but to stop.
He raised his head again and said coldly:
"Gentlemen, there's no need to hide. I possess the 'Looting Dew,' granting me precognition before any robbery. Even if you are protected by yin-related items, you need not attempt a sneak attack..."
As if to confirm his words, the surrounding white light gradually thickened, and figures began to appear.
The evil dragon's expression froze.
To the north, flames blazed fiercely, and stood an old man in red robes, holding a mirror in one hand and a bead in the other. Various colored flames danced around him. He had a white beard and a kind face, exuding an imposing aura without anger.
To the west, the He River churned and rolled. A man in blue stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by three mysterious swords that throbbed as if they were alive.
To the south, a dazzling white light shone, revealing a sword-wielding man dressed in white robes, bathed in the brilliant light of the moon. He held only a small Xuan Mountain in his hands, which subtly suppressed the entire void, severing all contact with the outside world.
In addition, the white Qilin, its body writhing with rolling black flames, which always stood in the east, crouching like a ferocious beast under the setting sun, had already locked down all four directions!
The coldness, sarcasm, and even the composure in Can Lufu's eyes all froze on her face.
He certainly hoped for help.
Perhaps it was a demon king colluding with outsiders, or perhaps it was a cultivator he had offended before seeking revenge. He had long heard that Li Ximing was close to Qu Si, and even considered Qu Si Mountain—even if Qu Si came out in full force and joined forces with this King Wei, he was confident that he could kill one or two of them and then retreat unscathed.
But he did not expect that four great masters who had passed the highest level of cultivation would gather here at once!
This froze him in place, overwhelmed by immense shock. Even more terrifying, a name suddenly surfaced in his mind:
'Di Yan.'
Will he come?
Facing the four Great Immortals, Canlu Fu knew that his chance to attain enlightenment was completely ruined, but he still had the confidence to survive. His only fear was that the True Immortal Diyan would be there to hold the line in the void!
After a brief assessment, the evil dragon finally accepted it:
'Regardless, he truly came to kill me. Today... is the greatest tribulation I've ever faced in my life... The foundation of the Southern Frontier is doomed...'
"well…"
The enormous demon in the sky suddenly dispersed, and the boy stood on the ground again, looking at the four god-like Great Immortals who had surrounded him, a bitter taste in his mouth.
"What a grand display..."
But he was still puzzled. Even at this moment, the boy still glanced around unwillingly, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly:
"But Qilin, we have no grudge against each other, why has this come to this?"
The man in black stood between heaven and earth, his golden eyes piercing through the darkness. The slight doubt in the eyes of the King of Wei finally dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief, which only made him angrier.
"do not you remember…"
He murmured:
"I came here for a blood feud."
The boy's eyes were filled with astonishment.
Li Zhouwei understood that what the people had sent back then was just medicinal herbs, and this demon wouldn't ask what the herbs were called.
And medicinal herbs have no causal relationship with each other.
Just like the millions of people who died from south to north, they were nothing but blades of grass. Once collected in a bottle, they were called blood essence. No one was killed by the owner of a wisp of blood essence because of consuming it. In the eyes of this demon king, the medicine man of yesteryear was the same.
The hatred that the Li family had carried for two hundred years was so deep that it could be etched into stone, but in reality, it left not a trace in the other party's mind—not even a little bit. No one would bother with a single medicinal herb.
So he slowly stepped forward and solemnly said:
"For a young man who melted into your alchemy furnace two hundred years ago."
The boy shook his head in astonishment. He seemed to slowly understand, thinking to himself:
'Th-that...who gave me these medicinal herbs? Someone who stole them...oh...Chi Wei has given them to quite a few people, maybe some of them are among them!'
But he seemed not to understand, a hint of confusion appearing in his eyes, as if such words shouldn't have come from a Qilin, nor should they have reached his ears:
'But it's been two hundred years... Wasn't Qingchi destroyed by them?! He's a Qilin, an ancestor from two hundred years ago in human form, what connection does he have with him?'
In the darkness, only that flat voice could be heard:
“He was just one of the millions of people you killed during your long lifespan. Others have either forgotten, died, or remained silent, but my Li family… has been passed down for nine generations, and we dare not forget him.”
"They talk about revenge—a feud spanning nine generations."
The two golden dots grew increasingly dazzling in the darkness. His voice was almost a roar, as if in response, or perhaps relaying something to those behind him. It was as if thousands upon thousands of people were shouting together on the Blood Desert, making this terrifying sound reverberate throughout the entire Black Lacquer Ridge.
"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"