Chapter 130: Many Enemies?

Chapter 130: So Many Enemies?

Deep within the White Emperor Palace.

The doll-faced woman breathed a sigh of relief, gazing at Yun He as she spoke slowly: “Senior Brother, your injuries are finally nearly healed.”

Yun He’s eyes showed gratitude: “Thank you, Junior Sister.”

Years ago, he had left the White Emperor Palace and journeyed to No Return City, only to encounter the Demon Crocodile Ancestor, and the two engaged in battle.

He was gravely wounded.

In Great Sorrow City, he had sensed a Great Supreme plotting against him.

At that time, in Great Sorrow City, at least three Great Supremes lay in ambush.

Badly injured, he used a secret technique passed down by his master, the White Emperor, to escape Great Sorrow City and return to the White Emperor Palace.

Upon his return, he fell into a coma, and for all these years, his second junior sister had been treating him in seclusion deep within the White Emperor Palace.

Only now had his injuries finally begun to improve.

“Hmph, to dare set a trap in No Return City to ambush you, Senior Brother—the lord of No Return City has quite the nerve!” the doll-faced woman said angrily.

For so many years, she had been healing her senior brother and had not left the secret chamber.

She was truly furious that the senior brother of the White Emperor Palace had been ambushed.

In twenty years, her senior brother was supposed to enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, to aid the White Emperor against the Sovereign.

Yun He also felt a lingering fear upon hearing this.

The enemy had used the Fate Stone Tablet as bait, nearly killing him.

But now was not the time to dwell on that. Yun He’s eyes were filled with worry: “Over ten years have passed—I wonder, in the North-South Conflict, how many cities still stand in the Southern Lands?”

This was what Yun He had always been concerned about.

There was a battlefield within the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, and another in the North-South Conflict.

Both battlefields were of utmost importance.

“Senior Brother, do not worry. Senior White Crane is outside and will surely protect the Southern Lands without trouble,” the doll-faced woman consoled.

White Crane was a spirit pet under the White Emperor, with strength already at the Great Supreme realm.

“Mm.” Yun He nodded. “I wonder how our master is faring within the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.”

The crisis in the Southern Lands was nothing compared to the crisis within the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

But just then, a booming voice, piercing the clouds, reached the secret chamber.

“The Warden of No Return City and the Blood Lord of the Blood Palace come to visit the White Emperor Palace!”

The voice was loud, reaching every corner of the White Emperor Palace.

The two Supremes guarding the gate of the White Emperor Palace trembled at the sound: “The Blood Lord?”

Who did not know the Blood Lord’s fearsome reputation?

He was a Supreme killer!

Legend had it that three Great Supremes, allied with one thousand seven hundred Supremes, had besieged the Blood Lord.

The Blood Lord remained unflinching, a hundred musicians playing the suona, facing them alone!

With a single use of his primal divine ability, the heart demons of the one thousand seven hundred Supremes burst from their bodies, and they fell on the spot.

That was one thousand seven hundred Supremes—the Supremes of the Southern Lands, perhaps… only that many?

It was as if all the Supremes of the Southern Lands had been slaughtered by him alone.

The entire White Emperor Palace was uneasy, wondering why that terrifying Blood Lord had come.

At that moment, a calm and indifferent voice rang out, tinged with displeasure: “Warden of No Return City, what business do you have at my White Emperor Palace?

You ambushed my senior brother before, and now you dare come to my White Emperor Palace?”

The doll-faced woman emerged from the secret chamber and flew into the air.

Her senior brother had been ambushed and spent years recovering—she was still somewhat angry!

Yun He watched his junior sister stand up for him in the sky, feeling both helpless and gratified.

But just then, a white crane flapped its wings and flew over, extending a pale hand to cover the doll-faced woman’s mouth.

“Oh, Xiao Lian, how dare you speak to the Blood Lord of the Blood Palace like that!” The white crane transformed into a petite girl, lecturing Xiao Lian with an air of maturity, “The Blood Lord of the Blood Palace is my godfather!”

The doll-faced woman was stunned.

Yun He was utterly stunned too!

White Crane was indeed the White Emperor’s spirit pet, but only after being subdued by the White Emperor did it agree to follow him.

This white crane was naturally proud, always looking down on others.

How did it gain a godfather?

And that too, the obscure Blood Lord.

“Hmph, the Blood Lord of the Blood Palace is the number one Supreme of the Flowing Wind Realm. He has now unified one hundred and eight thousand cities, and the people of the Blood Palace have pushed all the way to the Endless Blood Sea.

All the Northern Lands are under the rule of the Blood Palace!” the white crane girl said haughtily, quite smug. “Even the White Emperor must bow respectfully to the Blood Lord of the Blood Palace. Hurry and come with me to welcome the Blood Lord!”

Yun He and the doll-faced woman looked bewildered.

What had they just heard?

The Northern Lands had been overrun by the Blood Palace?

“Is that true?” the doll-faced woman quickly asked via telepathy.

“Of course it’s true. Would I lie to you? Now all the Supremes of the Southern and Northern Lands acknowledge the Blood Lord as their master!”

As they spoke, the three had already arrived outside the White Emperor Palace and saw the legendary Blood Lord.

The dozen or so Supremes inside the White Emperor Palace secretly watched the Blood Lord, their eyes filled with both fear and admiration.

After all, what the White Emperor had failed to achieve, this recently risen Blood Lord had accomplished.

“Godfather, you’ve come!” the white crane girl said with a fawning smile. “This one just dared to mock you with words, but I’ve already taught her a lesson. Godfather, be magnanimous and don’t mind a child’s foolishness!”

In saying this, referring to the thousand-year-old doll-faced woman as a child did not seem out of place.

Yun He looked at Qi Yuan, still somewhat dazed.

When he saw with his own eyes the white crane girl calling that excessively young Blood Lord her godfather, he knew she had not lied to them.

Qi Yuan shot a glare at the white crane: “I am not your godfather, and I do not have a daughter as old as you.”

He felt that Bai Ze’s disciples were all rather shameless.

More than one had already tried to claim him as a godfather.

After speaking, Qi Yuan turned to Yun He, his gaze calm: “Are you Bai Ze’s disciple?”

“Indeed!” Yun He replied seriously, somewhat displeased that his master was addressed by name.

“Where is the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons? I want to know everything about it!” Qi Yuan asked.

He came to the White Emperor Palace to learn the truth about the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

Upon hearing this, Yunhe hesitated, and then the White Crane Maiden said impatiently, "Stop dawdling. Tell Godfather everything about the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons. Maybe if he's in a good mood, he'll enter the gate and help that fool of a master of yours."

At that, Yunhe spoke slowly, "The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons lies at the Ends of the Earth."

"It's not at the Ends of the Earth," Qi Yuan said.

He had already been there once.

"In twenty years, the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons will open again. Only then can it be seen," Yunhe said.

Qi Yuan's expression tightened. "No other way?"

Twenty years was too long.

"No," Yunhe shook his head.

"Tell Godfather what's inside the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons!" the White Crane Maiden urged.

Yunhe sighed and spoke quickly, "Inside the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, there is a rift in time and space that leads to the Ten Thousand Demons Realm.

The Venerable One controls the passage to the Ten Thousand Demons Realm and collaborates with its powerful beings, coveting our Flowing Wind Realm."

At this, the doll-faced woman also looked furious.

"To resist the invasion of the Ten Thousand Demons Realm, my master's true form, along with a hundred Great Supremes, has been guarding the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons," Yunhe said, his expression bleak.

Over the years, the battles at the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons had been no less fierce than the North-South Conflict.

In the North-South Conflict, only low-end combatants died; at the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, it was the high-end ones.

"How strong is the Ten Thousand Demons Realm? And the Venerable One?" Qi Yuan asked.

Now, another name had been added to his little notebook: the Venerable One, Shang Yanran.

"The enemies from the Ten Thousand Demons Realm are numerous..." Yunhe's face twisted with bitterness.

The doll-faced woman also looked dejected.

The Venerable One and the Ten Thousand Demons Realm, combined, were stronger than the White Emperor Palace in both high-end and mid-end combat power.

"Many?" Qi Yuan asked warily. "How many?"

Yunhe said grimly, "Over a hundred Great Supremes... all from the Northern Lands."

"Not that many more than the Southern Lands," Qi Yuan said, though inwardly he was puzzled.

The number of powerful beings in this world was... unbalanced.

Such a ratio hinted at some underlying problem.

It was as if the Heavenly Dao of this world was hastily forcing the birth of strong beings.

"But the Ten Thousand Demons Realm has sent the Venerable One... nearly ten thousand Supremes," Yunhe said heavily.

"How many did you say?" Qi Yuan raised an eyebrow.

Yunhe understood at once—the Blood Lord of Blood Palace was shocked by the number.

After all, when he first heard that number of Supremes, he too thought the Flowing Wind Realm was doomed.

Not to mention the constant strife between the Southern and Northern Lands.

"Close to ten thousand, maybe even more," Yunhe repeated.

"I see," Qi Yuan said, his heart settling.

Is that all?

Is that all?

He hadn't even begun his grand sermon yet!

But then, recalling something, he asked, "If the gap between the Southern and Northern Lands is so vast, how have they held out for so long?"

"Because my master... obtained a heavenly treasure, the Heartless Lotus.

When the Ten Thousand Demons Realm invaded, my master led the resistance and was granted that treasure by the heavens, barely managing to hold on."

Qi Yuan's eyes lit up. "This Heavenly Dao fellow can actually give out treasures?"

"This... I do not know," Yunhe stammered, for matters involving the Heavenly Dao were beyond the reach of even a Great Supreme.

"Great!" Qi Yuan laughed, hands on his hips, looking up at the sky. "I've worked so hard, built the Demon Factory, personally cleaned up your trash for you, and you haven't paid me a single wage, have you?"

Yunhe and the doll-faced woman exchanged glances, not understanding the Blood Lord.

Qi Yuan stared at the sky, growing angrier. "If you hadn't kept sending me wives to lure me in, would I have come to work for you?

Fine, I came to work, and now you're exploiting me?"

The White Emperor Palace fell silent, save for the Blood Lord's curses.

The Supremes present wanted to laugh but dared not.

They gained a new understanding of the Blood Lord's madness.

"Once you were so warm to me, now you ignore me.

Do you think you're the Bull Demon King and I'm Princess Iron Fan?"

"I don't ask for much—give me a Golden Elixir. Otherwise, I'll refine you into my own Golden Elixir!"

"And by the way, my Golden Elixir must be... very big, at least no smaller than yours, and if it's smaller, not by much!"

Qi Yuan made an outrageous demand.

After all, he had worked diligently in the Flowing Wind Realm for years without a single wage—why not extort a bit?

He had already decided: he needed to form a great Golden Elixir.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to take down the Bright Palace.

"Stop pretending. You gave Bai Ze a treasure—how can you not give me one?" Qi Yuan glared at the sky and issued another threat. "Don't force me... to swallow you!"

And at that moment, the very heavens seemed to tremble.

As if the sky itself was frightened by Qi Yuan's threat.

Yunhe and the White Crane Maiden were stunned.

Because just now, they too had sensed the heavens tremble.

An illusion?

They exchanged glances, a strange thought arising in their minds.

Could the Blood Lord of Blood Palace really be conversing with the heavens?

The trembling ceased, and Qi Yuan smiled. "That's more like it."

This time, he was brimming with confidence.

He could almost see the path to the Golden Elixir before him.

"Swallow a Golden Elixir into my belly, and I shall know my fate is no longer ruled by heaven!"

Qi Yuan was already envisioning the scene of swallowing the Golden Elixir and becoming a True Person of Primordial Elixir.

By then, among the entire Divine Radiance Sect, the five peak chiefs—who would not look to him as master?

He could also graduate from village-level cultivation and formally join a county-level high school.

This time, he skipped straight past the township level!

Such was the might of the World Golden Core!

But then, as if recalling something, his face suddenly turned pale.

“The Golden Core is too big—what if I can’t swallow it?”

“Is lubricant any good?”

An hour later.

Within the White Emperor Palace, a trembling cry pierced the heavens!

Yun He’s eyes widened: “What did you say? There are thirty thousand Sovereigns in the Blood Palace!”

...

Within the Ten Thousand Demon Gate.

He Wu’s eyes held a complex expression: “Big Dog, what do you think—is our master truly the Great Demon?”

Ling Yayi’s face darkened: “My name now is Ling Yayi, not Nangong Big Dog!”

The thirteen demons of the Northern Demon Sect from back then all knew of the past.

“Still, ‘Big Dog’ rolls off the tongue more smoothly.”

Ling Yayi shot He Wu a glare, then her expression grew grave: “The scenes in the illusion… indeed, they are the Great Demon’s past.”

He Wu fell silent at her words.

In the illusion, a blood-red robe slaughtered all living beings.

In truth, it was something that had really happened.

However, that master was the Great Demon.

But Ning Tao dying together with the Blood Lord—that was false.

The Demoness… had always been by the Great Demon’s side, killing alongside him.

One could say that for the current wretched state of the Flowing Wind Realm, the Great Demon and the Demoness were not without blame.

“Blood Bead is not the Great Demon!” Ning Tao’s resolute voice rang out. She wore a black dress, and the character “demon” was still carved on her left cheek.

He Wu’s gaze wavered at her words, then grew firm: “Master is not. Even if he were… so what?

Our enemy has always been Shang Yanran and the Ten Thousand Demon Realm!”

“Hmph, that nine-tailed fox Shang Yanran—I think she’s the real Great Demon!” Ling Yayi added discontentedly.

(The chapter ends)