I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 177: Chance Encounter, Sect Master

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Chance Encounter, Sect Master

Only after he could no longer sense the pursuers’ presence did Liang Hui put away the chariot.

Hiding his aura, he headed towards the territory controlled by the Zhou Dynasty, as he remembered.

Time passed swiftly, and another four days went by.

A city came into the young man’s view, one that was entirely different from the cities within the Chu Nation.

Since he began his escape with Qing Yi, Liang Hui had been either cultivating or killing.

It’d been a long time since he ventured into a city to experience the worldliness.

’Let’s rest a bit!’

The youth whispered in his heart. After all, even the most resolute heart can grow weary, and he was no exception.

The light of his sword began to recede and dissipate.

Soon, a figure with a Taoist Sword on his back, draped in a blue robe, appeared at the foot of the city.

He lined up with the crowd entering the city.

As time ticked by every second, Liang Hui swiftly entered the city.

Standing on the street, watching the weaving flow of people and listening to the hawking from all directions, the tension in the youth’s heart slowly eased.

Taking steps forward, he began to stroll through the streets.

Steamed buns, fried pancakes, various street foods — Liang Hui would buy them and take a bite. Although these foods offered little benefit and the taste wasn’t exquisite,

at that moment, he just wanted to have a taste.

Unnoticed, night fell.

The shops on either side of the street took out round stones, and they lit up with various colors of light, illuminating their stores.

Those were little gadgets crafted by Taoists, which made the city even more beautiful and lifted the youth’s spirits even higher.

Until a figure in a vermillion robe embroidered with gold edges at the hem appeared from around the corner of the street.

In an instant, ripples coursed through the depths of Liang Hui’s eyes, and the Flowing Light Bell in his mind trembled insanely.

However, his expression and muscles remained unchanged, his face still wearing a gentle smile.

As if he hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary.

He stepped forward and even went over to a nearby vendor’s stall to buy some jewelry.

Meanwhile, the glamorous figure casually swept a glance over the street, pausing just a moment longer on the youth’s frame.

Then, she walked towards another direction, and everyone on the street seemed not to have seen the figure at all, carrying on with their own business as usual.

Liang Hui heaved a sigh of relief inside; that person had not noticed him.

The Flowing Light Bell, ever vigilant, had not detected any superfluous thing on his body.

It seemed his years of incessant research and perfecting the Face-Changing Technique, and his rare display of Taoist abilities, were the right approach.

But shouldn’t she be active in Jiaozhou? Why is she here?

And most importantly, why didn’t it warn me!

To think that the person who appeared just now was the Sect Master of the Demon Spirit Sect.

Liang Hui’s gaze dropped, becoming profound.

His mind was in turmoil, but he suppressed it forcefully.

After purchasing a string of bracelets from the vendor’s stall, he followed his original plan and checked into an inn.

The first day! He roamed the streets.

The second day! He roamed the streets.

It wasn’t until the third day that Liang Hui, as though he had had his fill of play, left the city.

Transforming into a sword light, he disappeared into the sky, all the while never revealing a hint of his Martial Arts Cultivation, using only Mana.

Whether inside or out, he was a pure Sword Cultivator.

After traveling thousands of miles away from the city, Liang Hui finally looked up at the Vault of Heaven, and placed the Taoist Sword back at his waist.

"Did you malfunction?"

There was no response at all, and everything around continued as usual.

And when everything is normal, that’s when it’s most abnormal.

He took one last glance at the Vault of Heaven.

In the end, the only one you can truly rely on is yourself; there are far too few dependable others and things in the world.

But after all, he himself is the most significant support for others.

Liang Hui’s expression was unruffled, not the least bit upset by having one less aid.

Carefully sensing once more the trace of golden blood flowing through his body.

The corners of his mouth curved up.

Soon, in just over eighty days, he would have completed the blood exchange technique.

He turned around!

He changed direction and continued flying.

Mountain ranges and lands constantly swept past in his view.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when a familiar landscape gradually came into sight.

It was four towering peaks piercing into the skies.

"Blue Moon Pavilion! It really feels familiar. It seems like last year’s chaos caused by the Red Lotus Sect didn’t do too much damage."

The youth stopped in his tracks, quietly gazing at one of the mountain peaks, wondering if his old acquaintances were still there.

With a thought, he had already vanished into thin air.

Night fell.

Atop Silver Moon Peak.

A woman in a silver dress with silver hair quietly gazed at the bright moon.

The night breeze brushed by, scattering her silver hair, and the silver mark between her brows made her appear even more serene and compelling.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Unconcealed footsteps approached from not far away.

Feng Li’s expression became solemn, followed by surprise, and finally, her eyes filled with laughter.

She turned around!

A tall figure came into view.

It was a young man in a blue robe with ordinary features, a gentle demeanor, and eyes slightly squinted hiding a smile.

"It’s been a long time, Feng Li!"

"It’s been a long time, Qin Dao!"

The young man moved forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with the woman, both of them looking up at the night sky’s bright moon.

"Do you want it? One day, I could pluck it down for you." A gentle breeze fluttered Liang Hui’s hair, revealing his confident eyes.

Feng Li had been closely observing the young man all along.

At his words, her lips curved, and she gathered her scattered silver hair behind her, exposing her jade-like collarbone.

"The bright moon is trivial. What I hope for is to walk side by side with you one day."

Liang Hui shifted his gaze from the moon to the woman beside him.

Feng Li lifted her pure and earnest eyes to meet his.

After a moment, Liang Hui chuckled softly.

"Of course, I am willing to walk with a friend, to witness the myriad sceneries of the world."

"So am I."

Amidst laughter, they found common ground.

They then began talking about the stories that had happened over the years.

In the end, Liang Hui and Feng Li simply sat down cross-legged on the ground to chat.

From time to time, bell-like laughter rang out.

Gradually, in the course of the conversation, Liang Hui learned about the events that took place after he left the Blue Moon Pavilion.

The Pavilion Master of the Blue Moon Pavilion had died in the chaos stirred up by the Red Lotus Sect, but the Pavilion had survived numerous bloody battles since.

However, once the turmoil ended, despite having made it through safely, the Pavilion had also suffered heavy losses.

After some deliberations, Huang Wu, the Peak Master of Crimson Moon Peak, was chosen as the new Pavilion Master.

"Huang Wu is not simple. During the chaos, the Red Lotus Sect sent several strong figures to take control of the Blue Moon Pavilion, all of whom were killed by her."

"Even the current Peak Master of Blue Moon Peak was suppressed by her."

Liang Hui nodded but didn’t pay too much attention to it.

He remembered the last time he saw Huang Wu, she was merely a Martial Artist at the Lifebound Level, and at most, she had now broken through to the True Realization.

For him at this moment, True Realization was but a matter of a single sword strike, even if she harbored hidden techniques.

He was no longer the weak Martial Artist who needed protection.

Watching the young man’s expression, Feng Li did not continue the topic any further.

With His Majesty’s wisdom, he was more than capable of making the best arrangements.