Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 1000 - 817: The Death of Haotian_3

Chapter 1000: Chapter 817: The Death of Haotian_3

"We only need about 800,000 soldiers of God’s Army and around 400 battleships. With these, we could easily dictate the terms to many of the powers within the Infinite Taixu, such as the Divine Lord of Four Symbols, one of the easiest powers to subdue. They lack the strength to claim the title of emperor and are content to control just their own territory, so subduing them would not be difficult."

Li Xuan couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his lips. Eight hundred thousand black gold armored soldiers and four hundred Taixu Battleships—at ease? Hardly.

The next time he ventured out to raid, it wouldn’t be so easy.

Thinking this, Li Xuan turned his gaze once more towards those Taixu Battleships ahead of him.

How far his military might would expand in the coming months would depend on the resources and craftsmen aboard these ships.

Unfortunately, though they contained various ores and divine treasures of the earth and heavens, there wasn’t much of high grade among them.

The only things that caught his eye were the Heavenly Kunpeng and the fake divine treasure she brought with her.

But what Li Xuan needed wasn’t just armored soldiers; he also needed powerful magical instruments and divine treasures.

His foundation was exceedingly shallow compared to those emperors who had dominated for over ten thousand years; he was far too inferior in terms of heritage.

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Seven days later, dressed in a flowing gown like a fairy, Xuanchenzi stepped onto the restaurant in East Xiangyang City.

Presently, there were two groups of customers, each occupying a table, gobbling up food at a rate that had piled dishes high like a mountain beside them.

They wolfed down the food, turning into Taotie. Even though meals were being delivered from the kitchen like flowing water, they couldn’t keep up with their eating pace.

Xuanchenzi did not want a new group of powerfully hungry ghosts appearing inside Xiangyang City, so she settled down at a window-side spot and ordered a full table of dishes, patiently waiting.

As the evening approached, the three men at the table on the left finally satiated and satisfied, their faces content.

However, the two scholars at the table on the right were still eating voraciously, sweeping through the dishes and bowls on the table and consuming bowl after bowl of rice as if a storm had passed through.

Xuanchenzi shot the two a glance, her heart full of disdain.

She wondered if these two were high-level Confucians? How did they have such appalling eating manners, displaying none of the grace and poise expected of grand scholars? How impoverished must the Outer Void be, to have everyone descending from there seeming like starving ghosts reincarnated?

Xuanchenzi shook her head and decided to approach the three contented men first, "Gentlemen, you’ve had your fill, so how about you be on your way? You may leave the mortal realm on your own, or I can send you to the Underworld."

From the end of the year, the fissure created by the First Emperor’s Seal grew wider.

Now, even beings of heavenly level could occasionally enter the mortal realm in their flesh.

The three men lifted their heads and looked at Xuanchenzi with a chilling expression. One of them scoffed coldly and, with a big swipe of his hand, aimed a smack at Xuanchenzi’s head.

"A mere sub-heavenly level from the mortal realm dares to—"

Hiss!

Following the sound of spurting blood, that man’s arm and head severed contemporaneously.

The remaining two at the table couldn’t help but pause in shock.

The woman standing before them was likely wielding a sword, yet throughout they hadn’t caught a clear glimpse of her sword-drawing process.

"Don’t even think about it!"

Another person angrily snorted and directly broke through the window, "Since I’ve come in, no one should think I’ll leave again."

However, just as this person had flown out of the restaurant, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pins, his head and torso surprisingly cracked open into dozens of fissures, then transformed into a pile of bloody fragments, falling onto the street below.

Xuanchenzi held a pair of thunder-and-lightning-emitting swords in her hands, looking coldly at the last man, "What about you?"

"What a pair of Thunder Blades, and what a Shensu Rule." The man sighed slightly, reluctantly sipping his drink, "I suppose I should return to the Outer Void. I really don’t want to go back. Damn it, when I was expelled by the Jinque Palace two hundred years ago, I thought the outside was a fairy realm, expecting to enjoy eternal bliss, but I ended up not having enough to eat, let alone drink. I can hardly eat meat even a few times a year."

Xuanchenzi wondered if the situation in the Infinite Taixu was really this dire. However, she remained merciless, "Please leave quickly, or I shall have to draw my sword. If you want to eat to your fill, you might as well wait a few more years. Seeing the trend with the Yuanfeng, it’s likely it won’t last a few more years. Oh, and don’t forget to pay your bill."

The key issue was Dasiming, who kept opening backdoors for Buddhism.

Although the North Palace of Jinque and the Liudao Division struggled to maintain it, the Yuanfeng of the First Emperor showed no signs of recovery.

Only then did the man give a bitter smile; he took out several teals of gold from his sleeve and placed them on the table. He then stepped forward and vanished from the restaurant.

Xuanchenzi looked up at the sky, confirming the man was indeed gone, and then turned her surprised gaze towards the two grand scholars who were still devouring their food voraciously.

These two, having seen her sword, hadn’t fled—

Xuanchenzi pondered briefly and then walked over with a bow of her fist.

"May I ask for the esteemed names of you two gentlemen? From your pure and grand Hao Qi, you must surely be famous grand scholars from history?"

Her cultivation had grown increasingly profound. Having received the ’Duanlong Knife’ gifted by Li Xuan, there were very few in the world who could match her.

Even Yu Jie, who had ascended to the middle heaven level, had to be extremely cautious around her.

Yet Xuanchenzi dared not become reckless or dismissive because of this.

In the past in Nanjing City, she had learned a painful lesson, and ever since, her eggs had left her side.

Though it turned out to be a blessing in disguise, Xuanchenzi still garnered significant growth from this incident.

Finally, the two men lifted their heads from their bowls and exchanged glances.

The more distinguished-looking Confucianist smiled sheepishly, "Please don’t say that, I am Wu Ciren, just an unknown scholar."

The other was a refined middle-aged man around forty, smoothing his handsome beard, "I am Jia Ming, a hermit from East Zhejiang of days past. Fellow Daoist, we have matters to attend to in the mortal realm, and we shall leave within seven days. We are willing to guarantee with our profound Hao Qi. Please spare us this once."

Xuanchenzi’s lips involuntarily twitched.

Thinking to herself, no wonder these people are using pseudonyms. How insincere! Are they truly so unpresentable?

Just then, she suddenly sensed something and looked up at the sky.

Then she saw an expansive Kunpeng Warship, piercing through the First Emperor’s Seal, followed by thirty-six Taixu Battleships underneath its wings, and a colossal Kunpeng skeleton falling into the mortal realm behind them.

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