Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 776 - 24 Another Xue Lingxue? [Single update]_1

Chapter 776: Chapter 24 Another Xue Lingxue? [Single update]_1

"Elder Yi Zi, over here."

"Be careful not to step on this burning soul magma. Even with high cultivation, you will feel a little discomfort."

On the dark and rugged island, there flowed a terrifyingly crimson-black torrent, which caused a soul-stirring sensation just by glance.

Western Sea, Soul Flame Island.

This used to be the soul-refining place of the Demon Sect of the Western Sea, under the sole control of Immortal Yuan Lu, not allowing outsiders to approach.

But now it doesn’t matter.

The Regent Residence suppressed Immortal Yuan Lu, declared to the outside world that they had killed him, and jointly carried out a purge of the Western Sea with various Immortal Sects. Without its supreme war power, the Demon Sect of the Western Sea was easily defeated, like a tree falling and the monkeys scattering.

The orthodox disciples of the old Demon Sect of the Western Sea lost their territory, which they had occupied for thousands of years. They either died, scattered, or ran away. Those who survived had to go underground and live in darkness, much like the Underworld King Sect.

This Soul Flame Island, therefore, became rather quiet.

A woman in a sky-blue dress looked as if she was walking, but upon closer inspection, she was actually floating a few inches from the ground. Like an elf born of nature, her wandering on this bizarre island made for a stark contrast.

"Ao—" The one she called was a tired-looking short man, who appeared to be in his forties or fifties, with deep wrinkles around his eyes and withered skin, dressed in a heavy white robe.

Hearing the woman’s words, he first yawned lengthily.

"I was dragged here by you as soon as I woke up, so I’m still a bit sleepy. If stepping on it could wake me up, it wouldn’t be too bad." But despite his words, the man gently floated up and avoided the flowing magma.

"Thank you for your hard work, elder." The woman said very politely.

"I missed out on the previous big battle. So doing some things now, I wouldn’t say it’s hard." The man rubbed his eyes and asked, "But I’m still curious why the Qingqiu Demon King must ask me to accompany you on this task."

"Because they all did not want to go with me." The woman casually answered.

This woman was none other than the Qingqiu Demon King, Cai Yi, from the Far West.

The tired-looking man was the Greenforest Demon King, Yi Zi, who hadn’t shown up before.

Da Ze, Qingqiu, Ice Domain, Wildness, Lei Mountain, Nu Yuan, Greenforest... When the Demonic Clan fled to the Far West back in the day, the only surviving seven Great Demon Kings divided the surviving territories under the auspices of the Grand Priest.

At first glance, the best parts of these territories naturally belonged to Greenforest and Qingqiu. At least they have plants, which beats countless other places.

To occupy such a territory, one naturally had to be strong.

But when Master Wen Yuan led his troops to their doorsteps last time, all the Demon Kings went to battle, but the Greenforest Demon King did not appear.

Because he was sleeping.

Unlike the Nightmare Demon King who could only fight in his dreams, the sleep of the Greenforest Demon King was simply a good sleep, almost impossible to be disturbed unless his life was threatened. Out of three thousand years, he probably slept for two and a half thousand years, yet no one dared to provoke him.

Because every time he woke up, he would become stronger.

However, his sleep was not some kind of cultivation, but a kind of... digestion.

Even if his last sleep had lasted several hundred years.

He was still sleepy.

"Why?" The Greenforest Demon King asked with a smile, "The young and wise Qingqiu Demon King, why are you so unwelcome?"

"Not much." Cai Yi shook her head and said, "Just because the last time I was on a mission, I was accompanied by Changfeng."

"Huh?" The Greenforest Demon King suddenly widened his eyes, appearing to wake up a bit more.

Over the past three thousand years, only one of the Great Demon Kings of the Far West Demon Clan had died in battle.

Was this vixen causing trouble?

Seeing that the Greenforest Demon King had become a little clearer, Cai Yi smiled and didn’t say anything. She turned around and flew towards the depths of the island.

They went deep into the volcano crater on the island and reached the dark underground where the soul flames flowed. They saw that the darkness ahead was so heavy that they could no longer see clearly.

Cai Yi suddenly shouted, "Nightmare Demon King!"

After a while, a great amount of soul flame in front of them began to boil like a bubbling pot. It calmed down only when a pair of scarlet eyes lit up in the darkness and the sound of water gushed out.

"The Great Lake Demon King died in battle, and Immortal Yuan Lu has also been killed by the Righteous Path." Cai Yi said to the pair of eyes, "The Grand Priest commanded me and the Greenforest Demon King to come and invite the Nightmare Demon King back to the Far West. Elder, our Demonic Clan needs your power."

"Oh..." Those eyes turned around, and a dull voice sounded, "I was wondering who it was. Turns out it’s Yier Zi."

"Nightmare Demon King." The Greenforest Demon King gave a wry smile, "I’ve told you many times before, you can call my name, but could you not add the diminutive suffix ’r’ in the middle?"

...

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

A series of colourful mists exploded high in the sky. A dazzling sword aura cut through the sky, traversing the long road laid out by clouds in the sky in an almost impossibly gorgeous manner.

From time to time, a barrier would emerge from the clouds. Depending on the color of the barrier, the one riding the sword aura would emit different talismanic glows to naturally dissolve the barrier.

The fluctuating sea of clouds paused momentarily, and the sword aura circled around the peak, ultimately returning to the top of Red Cotton Peak.

"Oh——"

At the peak, there immediately erupted a bustling cheer, echoing across the vast sky by droves of cultivators.

And the man standing tall on the sword aura was none other than the actual Peak Master of Red Cotton Peak, Chu Liang.

His sword-riding skills hadn’t weakened but had become faster and mightier with the increase in his cultivation level. He purposely restrained himself, or else most cultivators present wouldn’t have been able to see his figure clearly.

But, had he done that, it wouldn’t have served the purpose of demonstration.

In just a few days, the preparations for the event on Red Cotton Peak were complete and a shopping festival was launched on a random day. This once again started the hustle and bustle.

The cultivators usually practiced in isolation, never having experienced such activities were instantly attracted by the overwhelming promotional activities of Red Cotton Peak.

As Chu Liang’s Sword floated in the sky, at the podium beneath, Henchman A and Lin Bei had already popped out, tirelessly promoting the day’s event.

"Anyone who crosses the cloud-road flawlessly like Warrior Chu, can obtain the valuable treasure provided by Red Cotton Peak, a set of White Dragon Jade Scale Armor!" said Lin Bei loudly. "Of course, even if you don’t complete it, as long as you reach a certain point on the cloud road, you will receive a corresponding treasure. If you don’t want it, you can also exchange it for its market price!"

"Our event is completely free. Just bring your own talisman. As long as you spend five hundred spirit-stone coins at any time within the next month at any store on Red Cotton Peak, you will get an opportunity to participate. This is completely a token of appreciation for your support!"

"Opportunities are rare, don’t let them pass!"

"Male cultivators, female cultivators, charge ahead!"

"Play the music!"

Following a loud shout, the sound of string and wind instruments played in harmony, cheering for the participating cultivators. Among them, the sound of the piano was especially impassioned, resonating throughout the sky.

The cheers on the mountain became even more heated as this piano melody sounded.

Because the person playing the piano on the podium was Miss Xue from Nanyin Square, who had not appeared publicly for several years.

With the passage of time, six years had passed, and Nanyin Square had new talented disciples making their name known throughout the Nine States Land. As for the older batch, apart from the Chief Disciple Shen Qingyan who now presided over Nanyin Square, the others didn’t show their face too much.

Most of them probably left Nanyin Square to develop elsewhere while a small number, like Xue Lingxue and Yu Xiang’er, focused on studying the grand dao of music, preparing for their future breakthroughs.

If it were not for Chu Liang’s sake, Xue Lingxue would never have accepted such a commercial performance.

When the performance ended, another pianist followed. After all, someone of Xue Lingxue’s stature would not sit there and play for a day. This was not her solo concert.

Even so, this was enough.

As the event started heating up, there were spirit beasts pulling flamboyant flower carts for a parade, and on each cart, a few graceful men and women were dancing. This was another favor from Xue Lingxue who had contacted these retired disciples of Nanyin Square.

The money earned at Red Cotton Peak was much more than any other professional dancers could make. Naturally, these disciples were glad to come.

Originally, the Koi sisters were on the flower carts. The popular Liu Xiaoyu was one of them. However, they too needed to cultivate, and Chu Liang planned to gradually withdraw his own people from Silver Sword Peak-one step at a time.

This included the Golden Fur Beast pulling the carts, the Baize cubs accompanying them, the Koi sisters acting as mascots...

Yet, his teacher who managed the accounts could continue to do so.

She truly loved it.

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Xue." Chu Liang greeted her.

Xue Lingxue was standing with Yun Chaoxian and Iron Hammer, she gave a slight smile and said, "It’s no big deal. Just lifting a finger."

Six years had passed, but her appearance hadn’t changed much. She still had a skin as clear as ice and bones as pure as jade, dressed in a light blue long dress, her graceful figure was under the gaze of numerous eyes, each change in her expression was impeccable.

As expected of a disciple from Nanyin Square who had the strength of its former chiefs, even her facial control was part of her muscle memory.

"Just a small token of appreciation." Chu Liang handed over a Storage Jade Slip.

With his present wealth, it wouldn’t make sense to put his friends to work without compensating them. He would give them even more than others.

"What is this for?" Xue Lingxue refused, pushing it back, "I came because of our friendship, so why the need for this?"

"It’s no big deal." Chu Liang smiled, "You were helping me make money just now. It’s natural to share when friends make a profit."

"Yes, Chu Liang is wealthy now." Yun Chaoxian chimed in, "Miss Xue, there’s no need to be polite with him."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Iron Hammer beside him laughed and said, "Lingxue does not need this, but then again, if little master Chu is interested, he could help her with something else."

"Iron Hammer..." Xue Lingxue gave her a look, "Chu Liang is so busy, there is no need to bother him."

Iron Hammer said, "Master Chu has an outstanding cultivation level, and most importantly, he’s strategic. Doesn’t it make sense asking him?"

"What is it?" Chu Liang asked, "You don’t need to be polite with me. Even if I’m busy, I can send an avatar down the mountain."

"This matter is a bit strange..." Iron Hammer, with her loud and fast tongue, spoke directly on her behalf, "For the past few years, Lingxue has been studying Music Law in Nanyin Square and hasn’t left. However, in the pugilist world, another Xue Lingxue has appeared."

"A fake Xue Lingxue?" Chu Liang inquired.

"The weird thing is..." Iron Hammer knitted her brows and said, "That Xue Lingxue seems to be the real one!"