Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 460 - 39 Noble Alone [Request for Monthly Ticket!]_1

Chapter 460: Chapter 39 Noble Alone [Request for Monthly Ticket!]_1

The next morning, Chu Liang along with everyone else had already arrived at the entrance of the Misty Mountain Valley.

The team was led by Wei Lang, a Great Confucian scholar from the Scholar’s Academy, and Yan Qihu, the master of the Heavenly Gang Sect. Next were Ji Lingyu, Tang Shi, and Chu Liang. Lastly, there were Second Lady Gu and one of her entourage.

The entourage looked like a lean, strong man, his face wrapped in a strip of black cloth, revealing only a pair of bright eyes.

"Cha Bu comes from a magical village in the Scorching Sun Plain, and the people in his village have blood veins that can suppress evil spirits. He might be able to help us in a crucial moment," she introduced.

As Chu Liang had roughly introduced her background, Wei Lang and Yan Qihu respected this extraordinary woman quite a bit. The group then stepped into the mist.

Being the guide and carrying a heavy responsibility, as soon as Chu Liang entered the mist, he suddenly heard whispering voices.

Following his memory, he reminded, "There are ghosts and Reaper Ghosts in this mist, be very careful. We need to kill the Reaper Ghosts. Their bones can be used to start a fire to disperse the fog..."

Just as he was warning, Wei Lang raised a glowing aqua scripture scroll. At moment, a soft light enveloped everyone, and all the whispers of the ghosts disappeared.

"Let’s go," Wei Lang said casually.

Chu Liang’s prattling came to a sudden halt.

Either it’s the capability of the great powers. When I last came, I thought the two Demon Sect Guides were very capable, they still couldn’t protect everyone. We all had to go through the hard work of hunting Reaper Ghosts.

But now, it’s like being overshadowed by one’s peers.

With this Soul Suppersing Scroll, the mist disperses, and all the surrounding ghosts vanish without a trace. The hard work of hunting Reaper Ghosts is no longer necessary.

Often, having too much work is really because of poor leadership.

Thus, everyone proceeded at a steady pace.

After some time, traces of a Reaper Ghost could be faintly seen up ahead. Yan Qihu was about to take action.

Chu Liang could not wait any longer. He jumped forward and declared loudly, "Let me clear the way for everyone!"

"Um," Yan Qihu put his hand on his shoulder, "You just need to focus on being a guide, it’s not necessary for you youngsters to deal with these trivial matters."

"Elder, it’s exactly because it’s a trivial matter that us juniors should handle it. There are other dangers that may follow. You two should conserve your energy." Chu Liang pleaded earnestly, "Please let me do the work!"

Yan Qihu listened to him speak sincerely, as if he really wanted to clear the path for everyone, and let go, "Then be careful in everything you do."

Backing off a few steps, he whispered to Wei Lang, "This young man is really not bad, it’s just a pity he’s a disciple of Shu Mountain... the master is Empress Feng, otherwise I would really like to recruit him into our Heavenly Gang Sect."

"Yes," Wei Lang also praised, "Chu Liang is a warm-hearted person with a heroic spirit. His character is indeed admirable."

However, in reality, Chu Liang was sincere.

His sincerity was about wanting to kill a few more Reaper Ghosts to get rewards from the White Pagoda.

Last time, the Reaper Ghosts brought him the Ghost Bone Inch Gold Pill, which gave him two more Golden Fingers, much harder than the rest. If he could get a few more pills this time, building a Golden Right Hand would be great.

Last time, the Reaper Ghosts were a threat to him. He had to rely on the Divine Light Ghost Slayer Sword to easily kill these ghosts.

But this time, he didn’t have to expend as much effort. The Flying Sword flew ahead, and wherever it passed, it slew with a single stroke.

The Reaper Ghost’s seemingly tough bones could not even withstand the sweep of the Dustless Sword’s tailing Sword Qi trail.

Reaping the golden marks that only he could see, Chu Liang gradually began to smile.

Behind him, Yan Qihu saw Chu Liang killing ghosts while showing a satisfied smile. He said to Tang Shi, "Look at him, he’s not only contributing his strength for everyone, but he’s also experiencing true happiness in the process. His noble character... what a role model to learn from."

So, Tang Shi also pulled out her spear, resolutely declaring, "I can’t let Warrior Chu carry all the burden, I’ll also help him clear the path."

Chu Liang’s smile immediately disappeared, and he said in a serious tone, "That’s absolutely unnecessary!"

In his eyes, there was even a possessive shine.

Seeing this, Tang Shi’s hand that held her spear felt somewhat awkward, rubbing it a couple of times, she felt a little wronged.

He’s being mean.

Why is it that only he gets to be noble, but we can’t?

...

Chu Liang cleared the path and completed the task perfectly, making this journey countless times smoother than the last time they came.

Of course, the biggest obstacle last time was also from him.

It was hard to tell the time in the mist, but after walking for awhile, the party finally arrived deep inside the Misty Mountain Valley, and that vague outline of the vast Dream Abyss appeared in front of them.

The sound of armours and weapons also arose.

Once again came those undying, Tireless soldiers from the former dynasty, yelling "Kill the enemy" from all directions.

This time, Chu Liang didn’t insist on dealing with it alone because he couldn’t handle it by himself.

But the moment Yan Qihu made his move, things changed.

You could see this Seventh Realm martial master let out a thunderous shout. He shattered the ground beneath him with a single step and his body disappeared from the spot in a snap.

Simultaneously, thousands of Yan Qihu apparitions flickered into existence, appearing in front of every ghost from the former dynasty’s army. Every apparition threw a punch or a palm.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump—

A series of muffled sounds filled the air, and in the blink of an eye, as Yan Qihu’s figure reappeared in its original place, all the former dynasty’s soldiers had already burst to pieces.

"..." Chu Liang gnashed his teeth. Not even one was spared.

He was about to continue forward when countless figures suddenly surged out in front.

Ten times more soldiers from the former dynasty, their origin unknown, stormed towards them, covering the sky and earth!

"Huh?" The sheer number of them took Chu Liang by surprise.

At the same time, a majestic dragon roar echoed from the bottom of the abyss: "Roar—"

The sight of several bone dragons soaring from the base of the abyss accompanied by a large number of soldiers was a shock. Alongside the dragons was an inconspicuous figure — the former dynasty’s prime minister who was very tactful.

Seemed like every ghost in the Dream Abyss had been set into motion?!

Just as everyone prepared to meet the enemy, they discovered that the ghosts simply skimmed past them...

They don’t seem to be attacking us..." "They’re running!" said Wei Lang, the great Confucian scholar, with a gesture.

In the blink of an eye, countless ghosts, accompanied by the thunderous sounds of wind and lightning, had already fled towards a place distant from the Dream Abyss, including the bone dragons and the former dynasty’s prime minister, whose cultivation was not weak.

Everyone sensed that something was wrong. Although their target was the Dream Abyss, there were clear signs of abnormal activity, forcing them to be cautious before proceeding further.

So, Yan Qihu quickly commanded: "Retreat first!"

Before his words had fallen, a seven-colored misty barrier appeared in everyone’s vision. They understood why the ghosts had fled.

The Dream Abyss was expanding rapidly, and the seven-colored barrier was rapidly closing in on everyone. The abyss, darker than ever, looked even vaster, like a giant mouth eager to swallow more creatures!

"Go!"

Wei Lang waved his sleeve, and the halo of the Soul Suppressing Scroll above his head instantly turned into a ball of light, enveloping everyone before they swiftly retreated.

Behind the seven-colored barrier, the mist from the abyss condensed, forming a gigantic hand that reached out from the barrier to grab everyone!

Just as the ball of light carrying everyone was about to catch up with the ghost army that had fled earlier, the former dynasty’s prime minister, who was ahead, suddenly turned to face them.

"The Nine States submerged...the vast sky..." He recited some mysterious words, "Any minister who does not die for the country is a traitor!"

With that, he opened the scripture scroll in his hand and instantly released a sky full of characters!

Whizz, whizz, whizz—

What is he doing?

The group was taken aback. Perhaps Wei Lang’s divine Confucian skills had provoked him, triggering an unexpected powerful attack!

As the characters bombarded them, Wei Lang waved his sleeve, letting out a mighty breath that repelled them all.

While the former dynasty’s prime minister may not be weak in cultivation, after all, he can’t compare to the true Confucian master Wei Lang.

But this brief delay was enough for the misty giant hand to envelop them!

Bang!

Yan Qihu had already taken the lead, he fought back, his punch shattered the giant hand!

But the dispersed mist still enveloped them, and the rapidly expanding abyss’s barrier swallowed them up in the blink of an eye.

Whoosh—

In an instant, everyone was forced into the Dream Abyss.

Then all they saw was darkness, and a cyclone-like force engulfed their large ball of light, pulling it into a black vortex.

...

There was a faint scent of flowers in the air.

Chu Liang opened his eyes.

He saw several kind and unfamiliar faces in his field of vision: "You’re awake?"

"This..." Chu Liang was somewhat surprised. He quickly asked: "Who are you... where is this?"

Then he heard one of them answer, "This is the Dream Fairy Country."