I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 112: Do Northerners Dare to Fight?

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Do Northerners Dare to Fight?

"Having such intention is enough," he said.

"This time, I came not only to inform you of Elder Gong’s death but also to discuss with you the upcoming battle with Chu Nation in ten days."

"You wish to discuss with me?"

Liang Hui’s hand gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist, his gaze inscrutable.

"As a sect’s Taoist Child, you are qualified to make suggestions."

The middle-aged man, clad in a yellow Taoist robe, slowly approached Liang Hui and sat down in front of him.

He gestured with his hand for Liang Hui to sit.

The middle-aged man scrutinized the Taoist Child that Elder Gong had appointed before his departure.

His features were ordinary, but his eyes were like the starry sky, deep and dark.

"This time the battle across the Bone Refining Stage, Marrow Refining, and Organ Refining Levels is very important for the sect."

"Especially after Elder Gong’s death, we must let the insignificant ones know that our Beast Taming Sect has not declined."

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Liang Hui’s hand left the sword hilt.

"What do you mean, Sect Master? You can speak frankly."

"In the previous turmoil, our sect’s Martial Artists suffered heavy losses."

"Although a large number of Loose Cultivators have recently joined, time has been too short, and the Martial Artists at each stage are inevitably weaker than usual."

"If it’s possible, I hope you can participate."

"Of course, it all depends on your willingness."

There was a hint of helplessness in the Sect Master’s words.

If he had a choice, he certainly would not want a genius like Liang Hui to enter into such a fray.

But the importance of this battle with Great Chu for the Beast Taming Sect has been stressed again and again.

Liang Hui chuckled lightly and picked up a book from nearby, ready to browse through it.

"It’s a minor matter; I’ll participate."

To him, indeed, it was not anything significant.

Having received so many benefits from the Beast Taming Sect, dealing with some riffraff was not an unreasonable request.

Moreover, he didn’t want to see the Beast Taming Sect appear weak and lose its dominance over Tuzhou.

"Good!"

The Beast Taming Sect Master’s sad expression also revealed a trace of a smile.

He became even more satisfied with the young man in front of him. Elder Gong had indeed chosen the right person.

"Two days from now, we will assemble at the mountain gate. I will lead the team personally."

He paused and then took out a blue talisman paper from his bosom and handed it over.

"This is one of the sect’s foundations, to be used for saving your life at a critical moment."

"I understand," Liang Hui said, taking the talisman paper and feeling the surging energy within, then he lightly tapped his forehead.

The figure in the yellow robe in front of him also dissipated.

The young man took out the "Black Shrimp Fist" from his embrace and started to study it again.

As for the so-called battle with peers of the same Realm, did he need to prepare?

Not at all!

He, alone, was enough to overpower all those at the Organ Refining level; this was the conviction he had fostered all along the way.

He was no longer the powerless young man from Huaiyuan Town.

Moreover, it had been nearly ten days since he left the underground space.

Whether it was Organ Refining or Warm Nurturing, he had taken a step forward.

Organ Refining (88.56%) Warm Nurturing (93.25%)

It wouldn’t be long before he would step into a higher level for both.

Liang Hui’s mouth curved into a smile, and a playful look appeared in his eyes.

Gentlemen, I am about to reach the pinnacle again. Have you thought about how you’re going to face me?

...

Two days later.

Below the steps of the Beast Taming Sect.

Towering like the mountains, the tower ship stood silently.

Dozens of blue exotic birds, tamed with shackles, lay obediently beneath the tower ship.

Liang Hui, standing at the bow of the ship, looked down at the jungle and hills below him.

"So, you’re the new Taoist Child of our sect?"

"I didn’t expect it to be a Martial Artist."

Curious words came from behind.

At the same time, a graceful figure slowly approached the young man, observing him carefully.

Liang Hui turned to look at the yellow-dressed woman beside him.

His senses told him that the woman was at the Bone Refining Stage and even weaker than the average practitioner at that level.

"I am," he replied after glancing at the woman in yellow, and then directed his gaze back down toward the ship.

"Truly a Taoist Child indeed!"

"Taoist Child, do you think we will win?"

"Can we all return?"

The woman’s voice gradually deepened, clearly knowing that all returning was nothing but a wishful thinking.

Liang Hui was not looking sideways; he was observing the strange birds that took off amidst their cries.

And the tower ship that was continuously emanating mana.

Boom!

In the deafening roar, the tower ship took to the sky and sped southward.

Liang Hui caressed the railing of the tower ship, feeling the smooth warmth in his palm, and said,

"Are you a disciple participating in the slaughter against Chu Nation? If so, you don’t have to participate anymore."

"Taoist Child, I am not qualified to join this slaughter; I am merely the collector of the dead."

"To return to the sect with the remains of comrades."

The woman in yellow murmured as she watched the landscape swiftly passing beneath her feet.

Liang Hui did not reply.

He turned around!

He looked at the silent people inside the tower ship.

Then, he slowly walked towards the room in the center of the ship.

At the same time, a gentle voice reached the woman’s ears.

"There’s no need for you to collect the dead at the Organ Refining Level."

"I believe in you, Taoist Child."

"Also, my name is Jeang Yun."

The only response she received was the closing of a door, yet Jeang Yun’s beautiful face carried a happy smile.

She was happy that the sect would lose fewer disciples.

As the young leader of the sect, the Taoist Child’s words must be true.

The tower ship flew at full speed, and Liang Hui cultivated all the way.

Seven days later, the tower ship reached the border between Zhou and Chu, the great camp of the Zhou army.

The tower ship had just landed.

Boisterous laughter came from the military camp.

A robust man wearing black armor walked out of the camp with strides, his face full of smiles.

"Brother Ji, now that you’re here, I can rest assured."

"General, you are too kind. This battle requires our utmost cooperation to shatter the ambitions of Chu Nation."

The sect leader in a yellow Taoist robe leaped down from the tower ship and stood before the burly man in black armor.

"Of course, the stability of Zhou’s borders is at stake; we will spare no effort."

"For this battle, the Imperial Court has designated four people from each Realm to fight."

"Good."

Ji Lu’s face showed a gentle smile.

"By the way, I’ve heard that the Beast Taming Sect has secretly nurtured a prodigy, now appointed as the Taoist Child."

"I wonder if I could have the honor of meeting him."

As a young leader of a sect, the robust man in black armor would certainly want to take a good look if he had the chance.

"I’m sorry, General, our sect’s Taoist Child is currently in cultivation."

Ji Lu declined directly.

"Is that so? It seems I can only meet him tomorrow then."

With a hearty laugh, the man in black armor headed back to the military camp.

Only then did Ji Lu’s gentle face cool down.

It seemed Great Zhou had also received the news of Elder Gong’s death; otherwise, why would they send only a general to receive him?

’Patience is needed!’

All the turmoil in Ji Lu’s heart settled into a soft sigh.

The next day, at dawn.

At the junction between Zhou and Chu.

It was a vast desert, dyed red as though it were hell itself.

Whoosh~

The howling wind swept up sand and gravel, uncovering the buried remains and weapons.

Since the time of the Jin dynasty, the north and south had battled for thousands of years.

The bones of the many powerful beings and soldiers buried here could pave several states.

As the sand settled, dense figures appeared on both sides of the desert.

One by one, the soldiers donned in armor, gripping their weapons, faced their foes.

Killing intent and malevolent energy rose to the sky.

"Northerners, dare you fight?"

A booming shout came from the opposite side, like the beating of a heavenly drum that blew apart vast swathes of red sand.

One by one, the soldiers of Great Zhou fell amidst screams.