Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 702 - 60, Coming Out [Seeking monthly ticket!]_1

Chapter 702: Chapter 60, Coming Out [Seeking monthly ticket!]_1

Daoist Yan stood atop the ancient tree on Biluo Peak, as the wind whistled harshly around her.

In the direction the ancient tree was facing lay the entrance of Shu Mountain. As she raised her eyes, she saw the bustling Red Cotton Peak. Spirits rose and fell, like a shower of lights. It was so splendid it seemed unreal.

She paused for a moment.

How many years had passed since she entered seclusion? How had Shu Mountain changed so drastically? Could it be the work of nature?

All this felt foreign, but she took comfort in the fact that the ancient tree and her Biluo Peak remained unchanged. She did not linger on these thoughts.

Because the moment she exited seclusion was when her vitality peaked. Her Chong Xiao Sword Qi shot towards Heaven’s Gate, and sword cultivators across the Four Seas and Nine Continents could sense it.

Within three breaths, a sword qi, formed from white clouds, flew in from the west.

It moved with a force that overwhelmed the Nine States, bearing the might of heavenly soldiers and generals.

Given its origin, the boundless white clouds of the Western Sea, and the immense power infused into it, it wasn’t hard to guess who had launched it.

The moment Daoist Yan came out of seclusion, the Sword Dao shivered, and the clash with Daoist Master Jue Yun was intense. Naturally, the Sword Emperor of the Western Sea felt it, and this sword strike was his probe.

The sword qi in the sky pressured down, bringing with it a whistling wind, seemingly trying to suppress the sharpness Daoist Yan radiated as she emerged from seclusion.

There could only be one sword ruling above Daoist Master Jue Yun, and no one sharper is permitted!

Daoist Yan’s response to this was a faint smile.

She raised two fingers, drew an arc in the air, and flicked them forward, with a sizzling sound—

A stream of clear radiance soared into the sky, transforming into an ancient sword light with a thunderous booming sound as it split the air!

The collision between the sword light and the sword qi was akin to a thunderclap, earth-shattering!

Boom, boom, boom—

The continuous booming not only shook the Thirty-Six Peaks of Shu Mountain but caused the rivers and mountains nearby to tremble. The loud crash could be heard clearly for thousands of miles.

Upon seeing the gigantic sword qi overhead collide, Empress Feng furrowed her eyebrows, ready to join the fray.

"Restrain yourself." Master Wen Yuan did not turn his head but merely raised his eyes to the sky. He lightly pushed her back, "The dispute over the great Dao is not something outsiders can interfere in."

Boom—

The standoff between the sword light and the sword qi lasted only a moment before they began to dissipate from their tips, eventually disappearing in mid-air. The clear and bright sky resumed its tranquility, with the azure sky as clear as ever, devoid of any clouds.

At this point, in the Suspended Sword Country in the Western Sea, before the grand palace hall, the man in white who was standing with his hands behind his back on the long steps of the deserted square showed a smile on his face, nodding and saying, "Not bad."

True sword cultivators grow more excited when facing challenges.

Meanwhile, on Biluo Peak in Shu Mountain, Daoist Yan called out across the distance, "I’ll meet you in Suspended Sword Country in three days."

Master Wen Yuan watched this scene, his brows furrowing slightly.

While Daoist Yan was at her sharpest as she had just come out of seclusion, the Sword Emperor of the Western Sea had only made a casual move. Moreover, his sword qi had traveled tens of thousands of miles from sea to mountain before reaching Shu Mountain, and must have dissipated significantly along the way.

Even so, Daoist Yan had only just managed to match him.

Though being able to do that with her Seventh Realm cultivation was impressive, it seemed insufficient if she hoped to defeat the Sword Emperor of the Western Sea in three days.

But since Daoist Yan had already spoken, there was no changing what she’d said. Even though those from Shu Mountain were concerned for her, they could only discuss it later.

At this moment, a trail of fire shot towards Biluo Peak, accompanied by loud cheers.

"Yan Zi!"

"Finally, we meet again, Yan Zi! I’ve missed you so much!"

...

A while later, Daoist Yan extended a hand to hold off Empress Feng, who was trying to hug her. The Empress, arms flailing wildly, shouted indistinctly, "Hug... Hug..."

But Daoist Yan’s gaze focused calmly on Red Cotton Peak, as she asked, "What happened? How long was I in seclusion?"

"Over six years!" Empress Feng answered loudly. "Do you know how I passed those six years?"

"Only six years? Then this place..." Daoist Yan was confused.

"My disciples did it. Both my disciples are good at making money now, Yan Zi. We’re rich now. Hehe, I can provide for you from now on," Empress Feng added.

"Chu Liang?" Daoist Yan thought of that figure. If any young person could do such amazing things, it would probably be him. Then she asked, "Where’s Yue Bai?"

She scanned Biluo Peak with her Divine Sense, finding that most disciples were waiting under the ancient tree for her emergence. Only Jiang Yuebai was absent.

"Jiang Yuebai has left with his dad, so now Chu Liang and him are in a long-distance relationship," Empress Feng shared everything naturally.

"Jiang... Tian Kuo?" Yan Zi, who had always maintained a calm demeanor, finally showed a trace of emotion.

Empress Feng, who had been trying to push forward, saw an opening and immediately chuckled, "Let’s get together and forget about that guy!"

Plop...

When Chu Liang caught up, he saw Empress Feng hysterically laughing as she knocked Yan Zi to the ground, with both of their clothes and hair in disarray.

He couldn’t help but grin.

His master... was too eager.

"Hehe, my dear disciple, you’ve arrived." When Empress Feng saw him, she sat up and smoothed out her hair. "I’m catching up with your Uncle Yan."

"That’s understandable. Uncle Yan has been in seclusion for so long; you must have missed him." Chu Liang replied.

"Yes..." Empress Feng said, "A lot has happened while you were in seclusion, Yan Zi. Come to my room tonight and I’ll tell you all about it."

"I should go see the Sect Leader first."

Daoist Yan stood up, ignoring her, and took off with a burst of sword light towards Tontian Peak.

"Yan Zi..." Empress Feng called after her, sounding deflated.

Chu Liang whispered, "Master, Uncle Yan is gone. Let’s discuss business."

"What business?" Empress Feng asked.

"The Red Cotton Peak renovation plan is about to be launched, but I’m afraid verbal persuasion may not be enough," Chu Liang said.

According to his renovation plan, Red Cotton Peak would subsidize a portion of the cost, but the owners would also have to cover some of the renovation cost. And these new buildings wouldn’t be cheap. To get them to accept it, they might need a little stimulation.

"What do you plan to do?" asked Empress Feng.

"I want everyone to experience the defensive capabilities of the new buildings firsthand. You’ll have to play the villain," Chu Liang said.

"How does one play a villain?" Empress Feng frowned. "I don’t know how."

Chu Liang said seriously, "Just tone it down a bit."

...

The following day, Red Cotton Peak was as bustling as ever.

Suddenly, a scream echoed from the corner of the street, "Help!"

A handsome young man ran frantically towards a pavilion at the end of the road, followed by a ball of fire.

Boom–

As the house shattered into fine dust, the man tumbled out, landing heavily on the ground.

Empress Feng’s figure then appeared within the fire. She stood there laughing exaggeratedly, "Trying to run? If you give up now, I’ll give you a quick end. If you keep running, heh heh heh..."

The sight of her, wreathed in flames like a demon, made the onlookers break out in a cold sweat and scared to move, fearing they might get caught in the crossfire.

The man rolled over and darted into a newly built building nearby.

Boom--

A moment later, the fireball struck again.

But this time, the building withstood the explosion! Other than the outer wall getting slightly charred, it didn’t take any severe damage.

"Hmm?" Empress Feng emerged from the fire and stared at the building.

"Master!" Chu Liang stepped out of the house and shouted, "It wasn’t Lin Bei who ate the last fishball in the hotpot, it was...me! Please spare him!"

"So it was you?! Then I’ll let him off! I almost misunderstood." After chasing fiercely just a moment ago, Empress Feng waved her hand upon hearing her disciple’s plea.

Then, Chu Liang turned to face the crowd and declared, "Thanks to my state-of-the-art building built by the Shu Mountain Earth-Wood Hall, otherwise, how could I have withstood your punch? All the valuable items inside the house would have been destroyed! It could ruin a lifelong business of a cultivator!"

"Oh my!" Empress Feng slapped her forehead dramatically, "I didn’t think of that. It’s good to have this state-of-the-art Phoenix-level building constructed by the Shu Mountain Earth-Wood Hall; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

"Yes!" Lin Bei also joined in, "If it wasn’t for this advanced Phoenix-level building constructed by the Shu Mountain Earth-Wood Hall, I might’ve died wrongly. Let’s give thanks to it!"

"Alright, now that it’s out in the open, let’s head into this building, which is warm in winter, cool in summer, safe and comfortable, and a great choice for home and travel." As Chu Liang spoke, he held Empress Feng with one hand and Lin Bei with the other. All three of them delivered their lines with great melodrama, "Let’s eat hotpot together!"