Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 624 - 624 643 Stirring Up Trouble

624: Chapter 643 Stirring Up Trouble 624: Chapter 643 Stirring Up Trouble Ye Xuan!

The figure in the painting was indeed Ye Xuan himself, yet the picture failed to fully restore Ye Xuan’s original appearance, bearing only a seventy percent resemblance to the man himself.

“Hmm?”

Gazing at the person in the painting, the Bull Demon King paused slightly, feeling that he had seen this face somewhere before; but no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn’t recognize the Ye Xuan in the painting as anyone significant.

“Wretched girl, determine if this is the true culprit who killed my son.”

The Bull Demon King turned the painting around, directly allowing Hu Mei’er to identify, which made the weak Hu Mei’er look towards the portrait.

She then gently nodded her head, as she too had only met Ye Xuan briefly.

Although the portrait was drawn based on her description, the seventy percent resemblance assured Hu Mei’er that Ye Xuan was the person depicted in the painting.

Watching Hu Mei’er nod in agreement, the eyes of the Bull Demon King narrowed slightly, his voice turning harsh, “Issue my Dharma Decree to all Demon Kings, starting from the center of Xiaoyan Mountain, comb a span of millions of miles for this person based on the likeness in the painting.”

“Yes, my lord.” A Great Demon took the painting and received the order.

“My lord, this woman is from the Qingqiu Fox Clan.

How shall we deal with her?” a Wolf Demon asked in a low voice.

“So what if she is from the Qingqiu Fox Clan?”

The Bull Demon King growled fiercely, his gaze towards Hu Mei’er flashing with extreme murderous intent.

“If not for this fox temptress, how would my son have died?”

“Throw her into the abyssal poison fire, let her never find peace in the afterlife.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The Wolf Demon revealed a cruel smile, dragging Hu Mei’er by her disheveled hair out of the cave, her screams of mercy falling on deaf ears, failing to soften the heart of the Bull Demon King.

“No matter who you are, if you dare to kill my son, I will ensure you never find peace in the afterlife.” The Bull Demon King roared, his bull eyes reddened with blood, a surge of vengeful fire rising in his heart.

…

Xiaoshi Village.

The weather was mild and sunny, peaceful and harmonious.

The villagers worked from dawn to dusk, living a simple and unsophisticated life.

Ye Xuan seemed to have transformed into a mortal, either helping the villagers cultivate the land or teaching the local children to read and write; his spirit was gradually becoming calm and stable.

Spiritual sublimation was not achieved in a single day; Ye Xuan was searching for the inner peace he once knew.

In this tranquil and harmonious environment, he found his original self, embarking on a journey of self-reflection and a path of cultivation in search of the Dao.

A heart of slaughter, heartlessness, and fearlessness…

Ye Xuan lacked none, but his earliest initial heart had already been lost.

He hoped to find his childhood innocence amidst this tranquil life, reclaiming what he had once lost.

Boom!

A thunderclap exploded over the skies of Xiaoshi Village, blue lightning crisscrossing, turning the clear sky grey and unleashing a torrential downpour, causing the villagers to retreat from their fields to their homes, puzzled at how the clear sky had suddenly given way to a fierce rainstorm.

At that moment!

Ye Xuan and the little girl were standing in a slightly dilapidated pavilion, sheltering from the rain, but Ye Xuan’s eyes were slightly narrowed, a cold light quietly flashed across the depths of his gaze.

“This weather changes so unpredictably, who knows when this downpour will stop,” the little girl muttered, her body already drenched by the rain.

“Zhuo Ma, wait here for me, I’ll be right back,” Ye Xuan spoke softly and then walked out of the pavilion, which made the little girl’s face turn urgent, and she said, “Brother Ye, where are you going?”

Regrettably, amidst the heavy downpour, Ye Xuan’s figure quickly disappeared from sight, leaving the little girl no choice but to wait in the pavilion for Ye Xuan’s return.

“Brother Ye is always so mysterious, never telling anyone where he’s actually going,” the little girl pouted and murmured.

…

High in the sky, dark clouds gathered.

A fish-headed demon creature was cackling wildly, with demon fog spreading all around it, causing the wind and clouds of ten thousand miles of heaven and earth to gather, thunder roaring and rain pouring down furiously—all evidently the work of the river demon.

“River demon, continue casting your spells, flood this Little Stone Village completely for me; this monk wants to see how this mongrel will save these ignorant mortals,” Ku Hui sneered ominously, commanding the river demon, a malicious excitement flickering in his eyes.

“Pah, an insignificant Golden Core Stage ant, if it were not for the old fellow Fa Jue restraining me, would I allow you to blather incessantly?

Just stand aside and watch.

If you keep prattling, this king will swallow you whole, you ant,” the river demon growled fiercely, not taking Ku Hui seriously at all.

“How dare you disrespect this monk?” said Ku Hui, his face growing cold.

Ku Hui took out a string of Demon Suppressing Buddha Beads and began reciting mysterious scriptures, causing the beads in his hand to glow and eliciting a piercing, agonizing scream from the mouth of the river demon.

“Stop…

stop reciting…

I…

was wrong…

was wrong,” the river demon begged pitifully, obviously subjected to a Buddhist Sect restraint within him, now under Ku Hui’s control.

“Hmph, no matter what kind of Demon King you are, if you disrespect me again, I’ll make you suffer,” Ku Hui bellowed with laughter, his ego greatly satisfied by controlling a demon king of the Taiyin Mystic Immortal rank, continuing to berate the river demon loudly.

“Quickly bring forth the flood and submerge Little Stone Village,” Ku Hui growled fiercely.

With hatred and silence, the river demon had no choice but to obey Ku Hui’s orders, performing the Cloud Formation and Rainfall and casting sorcery to stir the raging river waters to rise, evidently about to submerge Little Stone Village.

“You really are courting death.”

Suddenly, a calm voice echoed in the void, and a figure quietly appeared in front of the river demon and Ku Hui, causing both their expressions to change drastically as they looked towards the newcomer.

“It’s you!”

Upon seeing Ye Xuan’s face, Ku Hui’s countenance first turned white, then twisted into a ferocious snarl, as he retreated behind the river demon, his eyes revealing a sinister intent to kill at the sight of Ye Xuan.

“Enough, state your name, so after I annihilate you, I can at least report back to Wuhua Temple,” the river demon roared, demon fog billowing out around him.

The murderous look in his eyes intensified when he looked at Ye Xuan because he knew if he could kill Ye Xuan, Wuhua Temple would grant him a chance to live—how could this not exhilarate the river demon to the utmost?

At this moment!

Ye Xuan stood in the void, with no aura emanating from his body, not letting any hint of his presence leak even amid the gathering storm, looking at the two as if they were already dead.

With no ripples nor turbulence, countless laws seemed insignificant.

A point of Daluo Immortal Light began to grow around Ye Xuan, the surroundings of heaven and earth suddenly came to a standstill, the vast thunder dissipated, and the weighty dark clouds halted in their motion.

“Da…

Daluo Golden Immortal?”

Suddenly, the river demon shrieked in alarm, its originally ferocious eyes now filled with terror and dread, the whole body weakening, falling into the void.