Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 527 - 1: Temporary Palace 【Seeking Monthly Tickets!】_1

Chapter 527: Chapter 1: Temporary Palace 【Seeking Monthly Tickets!】_1

"In the land of Emperor Qiu Mountain, dragons and tigers arise, and within Panyang City, wind and thunder can be heard. Twelve years have passed now, who then will succeed the White Horse and Green Swan?"

Snap.

On the side of the road, a teahouse is filled with people, its lively buzz spilling out onto the streets.

A tall elderly man in a blue robe solemnly raps his wake-up block and says, "Esteemed patrons, the Grand Assembly of the Immortal Sects is upon us again and our Panyang City is bustling with excitement. I know you must all have been looking forward to this event. Starting today, I will tell you about the heroes from all corners of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands!"

"You are probably thinking, ’But we have the information in the Seven Star Mansion Report, why would we need him to elaborate?’ Ah, how can the feats of our young heroes from all over the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, and the Four Seas Immortal Sects, be fully detailed in a mere report? Did you know, the Divine Dragon Penglai travels thousands of miles under the moon, not to catch demons and monsters, but to seek the true face of the witch. The Shu Mountain fairy has been to Jiangnan six times, going through the Nine Gates and Eight Arrays of a sea of blades, just to find someone’s traces. How about the Sword Sect Disciple’s passionate love, the harsh love of the Twin Monks of Yun Que..."

"....."

As he speaks animatedly, the tea drinkers below listen intently. More people gather round, each eager to join in the fervor and contribute to the discussion.

"So, Yang Shenlong has a history with the Demon Sect’s female cultivator. I thought he was a serious man..."

"Is it true that Jiang Yuebai is involved too? I heard she has something going on with a fellow disciple?"

"Isn’t that disciple the Hero with the Divine Whip, Chu Liang!" As Chu Liang’s name is mentioned, the crowd’s interest is piqued. "During the last sacrifice ceremony, when the demonic humans caused chaos, it was the Hero with the Divine Whip who saved my old father! This time at the Grand Assembly of the Immortal Sects, I have high hopes for him to win the championship for Shu Mountain!"

"That’s highly unlikely..." someone behind them immediately shakes his head. "Do you know that Shu Mountain did not make it to the top ten in the last four Grand Assemblies and are on the verge of falling out of the Nine Heavens? Their goal this time is merely to break into the top ten. The fame Chu Liang gained from his battles was largely due to the Purple Green Double Swords. His cultivation is indeed first-rate among all Immortal Sects, but it is far from enough for him to win the championship."

In theory, the Grand Assembly of the Immortal Sects does not limit the use of any Magic Artifacts, Elixirs, or Talismans. After all, the ability to use these tools effectively is a part of one’s strength.

However, the top hundred Divine Artifacts listed in the Ten Thousand Treasures Record are an exception.

These high-level Divine Artifacts could eliminate any disadvantage in a battle among the younger generation. If they were allowed to be used, the competition would turn into a contest of which Sect has the stronger Divine Artifact, with the Sect striving to help their disciples control higher level Divine Artifacts, thereby losing the original meaning of the competition.

"What are you on about?" Someone jumps out to retort. "How can the Purple Green Double Swords compare to his Divine Whip? Even before Chu Liang became famous, Shu Mountain had Xu Ziyang and Jiang Yuebai, all of them extraordinary characters. Even if they were accompanied by a dog, they could easily make it into the top ten."

"Is it really that formidable?" someone asks incredulously.

"Haha, haven’t you heard that one whip from the Hero with the Divine Whip can invigorate the feeble and add years to your life. And if you could endure being whipped for a whole 49 days, you could even achieve immortality!"

"That’s impossible!" The sentence draws a round of laughter. Someone shrieks in return. "If he can grant immortality, there’s no need for him to participate in the Grand Assembly. But I heard it can help rejuvenate a man’s vigor..."

"Is that true?" People turn their heads. "I...I have a friend, the next time we see the Hero with the Divine Whip, we must ask him for a few strokes."

"....."

People are chattering excitedly, too preoccupied to notice the coach that was parked by the teahouse earlier has slowly started moving again. The coachman, who had gone to have a drink in the teahouse, is now back at his reins.

...

Inside the spacious carriage, Chu Liang has his eyes half-closed, feigning sleep.

The first of the peaks, Wang Xuanling, sits across him, his face as calm as a still pond.

Next to Wang Xuanling is Xu Ziyang; his straight posture and calm demeanor greatly resemble Wang Xuanling.

Next to Xu Ziyang is Ling Ao, currently sporting a shaved head. His face, expressionless and fierce, seems to reflect his habit of cutting his hair after every defeat, an act that has led to his current appearance.

Across Ling Ao sits the elegant Jiang Yuebai, dressed in white; her hair draped over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled like clear water, exuding an indescribable charm.

As the carriage had halted earlier, they could clearly hear the chatter from outside. The silent occupants of the carriage wait a while before Ling Ao, finally looks at Chu Liang.

"Is that true?" He suddenly asked.

Chu Liang, feigning sleep, doesn’t respond, but his brow furrows.

A giggle.

The sound of Jiang Yuebai’s laughter can be heard.

"Hero with the Divine Whip..." Xu Ziyang whipsers, unable to stifle his laughter, as he says the line.

Although they had heard of Chu Liang’s heroics, the nickname ’Hero with the Divine Whip’, wasn’t well known in the Shu Mountain; as Chu Liang wouldn’t display the banners given by his fans.

Who knew that it was so popular in Yu Capital City.

A twitch at the corner of Wang Xuanling’s normally unemotional face is quickly smoothed out.

"Junior Uncle Master Wang, if you want to laugh, just laugh." Chu Liang covers his face resignedly, "Holding it back must be tiring."

A giggle.

A smile, a rare occurrence, appears on Wang Xuanling’s usually stern face.

"Then I won’t hold back." Ling Ao laughs.

"You’ve been laughing all along... there was never a pause." Chu Liang states, speechless.