Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 658 - 21: That Year 18 [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]_1

Chapter 658: Chapter 21: That Year 18 [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]_1

On the shore of the Eastern Sea, waves are churning.

The azure sea churns with luminous white foam, over the jet black rocks. A green robe can be seen upon the rocks only if you get close enough to realize there is a human form underneath it.

"Uh..." Du Wuhen opens his eyes, tries to speak, but instead coughs up a mouthful of blood.

"What happened to you?" A man dressed in a black Daoist Robe lands nearby, looks at Du Wuhen lying on the rocks with a detached look.

"Daoist Master Xuan Lu..." Du Wuhen raises his hand, "Save me."

The newcomer was Daoist Xuan Lu, a freshly minted high-ranking member of Penglai Upper Sect. Despite his relative inexperience, he was highly valued by Daoist Cang Sheng for his strategic skills.

"I’ve already saved you," Daoist Xuan Lu looks down at him, "If it weren’t for the life-saving magic artifact I gave you, you wouldn’t have been able to escape here. You would have been dead by now."

"My...my foundation has been damaged, I need to heal my injuries," Du Wuhen said weakly with urgency, "If I don’t hurry up, my path of cultivation will be severed..."

"Shouldn’t you be going back to Thunder Fortress?" Daoist Xuan Lu looked puzzled, "You are the foremost disciple of Thunder Fortress, why run to the Eastern Sea?"

"I can’t go back..." Du Wuhen clutched Daoist Xuan Lu’s ankle and said with his dying breath, "I... I only just realized, it couldn’t have been the Lei Family who leaked my whereabouts. It must... it must have been Huang Hanshan. He found out about our deal. He wants to pacify the rage of the Heavenly King Sect by offering me up, he wanted to do this from four years ago. Today, he doesn’t want to bear the sin of killing a disciple, so...leaked my whereabouts, it has to be him..."

"You also know, what we had was just a transaction," Daoist Xuan Lu’s look was cold, "We gave you what you wanted, you did what we wanted, that’s all. But to repair your foundation now, the resources required are even more than what we gave you before. What can you offer in return?"

"If it weren’t for you ..." Du Wuhen was choked with anger, and another mouthful of blood surged up, "If it wasn’t for you, I would never have crossed paths with the Heavenly King Sect..."

Apparently, after the Immortal Door Conference, Wei Tiandi of Thunder Fortress made significant strides in his cultivation, reaching the Sixth Realm before Du Wuhen.

Due to Du Wuhen’s relatively poor performance during the Immortal Door Conference, his status in Thunder Fortress dropped significantly.

As one of the most promising candidates for Master of the Fortress, Du Wuhen was sure to inherit the position. However, he now risks losing it all.

There were rumors that Huang Hanshan was possibly arranging a marriage between Huang Ling’er and Wei Tiandi, hence Wei Tiandi was the expected successor of Thunder Fortress.

Du Wuhen was anxious.

Right then, people from Penglai Upper Sect come looking for him.

Penglai Upper Sect wanted to expand their influence and extend their reach into the Four Seas and Nine Continents. In the Southern Region, they targeted Thunder Fortress.

Although Thunder Fortress had okayish relations with Penglai Upper Sect, they weren’t so subservient as to anger the Imperial Court for its sake.

So, Penglai planned to use the conflict between Thunder Fortress and Heavenly King Sect to completely intensify it, so the Thunder Fortress would have no option but to align completely with Penglai.

Daoist Xuan Lu initially told Du Wuhen he hoped to use this incident to suppress the Heavenly King Sect.

Penglai Upper Sect would protect him by declaring the incident was accidental, a case of wrongful killing and definitely protect him. For their part, they offered Du Wuhen resources enough to raise his cultivation to the Peak Sixth Realm in a short amount of time.

After Du Wuhen did their bidding, the consequences were worse than he expected. From thereon, Thunder Fortress became completely subservient to Penglai, living on its mercy.

Only today did he taste the bitter fruit of his actions.

"Young Hero Du." Daoist Xuan Lu shook his head, "Your downfall to this wretched state was not because of us. As you have just said, the one who betrayed your whereabouts is most likely your own Master."

"Save me..." Du Wuhen’s attitude grew increasingly humble, "I can join Penglai. I can assist you in your tasks..."

"Ha." Daoist Xuan Lu smiled slightly, "Did you forget Just before you arrived, we were already the First Immortal Sect."

"I..." Du Wuhen was left speechless.

Seeing his pitiful state, Daoist Xuan Lu finally bent down, pressed his chest and said, "I can help you once. I can take you to a place where you’ll have two paths."

"Either rise like a phoenix from the ashes or die without a place to bury your body."

"Will you go?"

...

"I will! I will!"

"I...I..."

"Make way! Make way!"

"..."

Chu Liang, riding a Raging Dragon Colt, returns to the sky above Shu Mountain, hardly recognizes the scene below him.

Red Cotton Peak was moved further away, a significant distance from the other Shu Mountain Peaks. Can’t be helped, Red Cotton Peak was bustling, and the noise invariably affected the surrounding mountains.

Dozens of lofty pavilions on the mountain stretched up into the sky, exotic beasts and spirit birds flitted about, while flying boats shuttled back and forth, and flashes of sword light shot up and down like rain.

The future he had envisioned for Red Cotton Peak was coming to life perfectly.

When Chu Liang arrived riding his Raging Dragon Colt, people from all directions, either riding a sword or an animal landed on the ground, and a large crowd surrounded Chu Liang and took him to a plaza.

He didn’t know which place to go first, so he simply tagged along to observe.

Only when he reached the ground did he find out that this was the recruitment for the logistics team "Four Poles Hall" of Red Cotton Peak, and these people were cultivators coming from all over the Mortal Realm to apply.

Originally, the logistics team of Red Cotton Peak was managed by Shu Mountain disciples, responsible for high-end services, and by the Four Seas Whale Guild, in charge of low-end services, covering the Four Seas and Nine Continents.

However, as business had been growing recently, the Shu Mountain disciples could no longer meet the demand. Hence the Four Poles Hall was established, hiring reliable cultivators as logistics transport personnel.

Because of Red Cotton Peak’s generous treatment, responders naturally flocked to them.

Hence the scene Chu Liang was witnessing.

At the end of the square, there was an elixir shop named "The First Shop of Red Cotton Peak", with a podium erected in front of the shop.

As the crowd gathered in this area almost filled the square, a beautiful female cultivator ascended the podium and declared, "All fellow Daoists, please be quiet! Now, let’s invite our Hall Master Lin from Red Cotton Peak to speak to everyone!"

"Roar——"

A thunderous cheer rose up.

Amidst the excited anticipation, a young man dressed in a black cloak and magnificent sword attire slowly ascended the podium. With thick brows and big eyes exuding a positive aura, he surprisingly projected a leader’s vibe under the intense gaze of the crowd.

Who else could it be if not Lin Bei?

"Everyone, quiet down." Lin Bei cleared his throat and gestured with his hand to silence the crowd.

Not bad, quite domineering.

Seeing this, Chu Liang smiled in satisfaction. He thought to himself that the next step should be to paint a picture of aspiration, making people feel they could be the same as him.

"I know why you’re all here, to make money," he said slowly. "I can tell you clearly that applying for the Four Poles Hall is not the end, and my position is not the end either..."

Hmm.

Chu Liang nodded in agreement. He started off painting a tempting picture skillfully. Next, he should recall his humble past to elicit empathy.

"Just six years ago, I was an unknown." Lin Bei said, "At the age of eighteen, during the Immortal Door Conference, I was a lowly attendant. I swore tearfully that one day I will make you all see me..."

Not bad, quite poetic.

Chu Liang nodded again, thinking that the next step should be to set the goal.

Immediately after, Lin Bei said, "My success today is all thanks to one person. He established Red Cotton Peak and led us onto this path..."

"That man is my brother for life, Chu Liang!"

As he waved his hand, a grayscale scroll suddenly unfolded behind him, which was a portrait of Chu Liang.

Clusters of flowers, both white and yellow, also appeared around the stage,

"I’m sure many of you here have heard that my brother Chu Liang became the Immortal Door Champion and disappeared not long after. Your first task as Four Poles Hall members is to report immediately when you see him at any time or place!" Lin Bei announced loudly, "In the future, whether you join the Four Poles Hall or not, anyone who can provide his whereabouts will be rewarded ten thousand Sword Coins! If someone can find him directly, reward is one hundred thousand Sword Coins plus the position of Hall Master!"

At these words, everyone’s eyes turned red on the spot.

The few people around Chu Liang looked at him and compared him to the portrait, then looked back at him. They seemed to think it was an exact match but couldn’t quite believe it.

It shouldn’t be this easy, should it?

Isn’t this like having the answer right on the question?

It seemed too easy to earn this money, so easy that they were somewhat afraid to take it.

Seeing someone about to raise their hand, Chu Liang hurriedly shouted: "Don’t move anyone!"

After saying that, he quickly stood up and jumped into the air: "I’m right here! Don’t..."

"It’s him!"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a loud shout, and a large group of cultivators sprang up, surrounded Chu Liang and buried him under a pile of people.

The scene immediately turned chaotic.

"I..."

"Be civilized... phooey."

"Who put their foot on my face!"