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Xiao Mo spent a month cultivating, with his spiritual power purified and his swordsmanship honed. His consorts aided his progress in unique ways: Bai Ruxue purified his spiritual power, Jiang Qingyi taught him swordsmanship, and Qin Siyao helped solidify his mountains-and-rivers fortune. Prepared for foundation establishment, Xiao Mo received a Stealing Heaven Pill from Jiang Qingyi, a treasure crafted using his own birth details to help him survive the heavenly tribulation.
The world of the demon race.
A man journeyed through wooded mountains. He sported a blue scholar's robe, a longsword at his hip, presenting the image of a traveling swordsman. While such an appearance would be ordinary in the Ten Thousand Arts world, here, amidst the demonfolk, it was strikingly out of place.
Trailing behind him was a woman clad in palace attire. Her hands were clasped before her, her steps delicate beneath her skirt. Her gaze occasionally stole towards her husband, as if tending to his comfort, ensuring he wasn't weary or parched.
Ahead, atop the mountain's summit, dense demonic Qi permeated the atmosphere. This Qi had solidified, coalescing into a dark, heavy cloud in the heavens.
“Husband, are we truly returning to the Ten Thousand Arts world?” the woman, Wang Yue, inquired of her husband.
This was not Wang Yue’s original name. As a rabbit spirit, upon awakening her sentience, she had named herself Xiao Yue. Later, when Xiao Yue accompanied the man to the Ten Thousand Arts world and they adopted hidden identities, she became Mingcha. As the man's strength grew and her need for constant vigilance lessened, Xiao Yue desired to reclaim her initial name. However, lacking a surname, she ingeniously split the character “Yue” apart. The left radical became her surname, and the right her given name, establishing her identity as Wang Yue.
“We should indeed return to the Ten Thousand Arts world,” replied the man, Luo Yang.
Wang Yue lowered her head, a pensive expression clouding her features. Luo Yang offered a gentle smile, stroking her head. “I understand your past experiences in the Ten Thousand Arts world were not entirely pleasant. If you wish to remain in the demon race's world, I have no objections. Once my affairs are concluded, I will seek you out.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Yue shook her head, speaking with sincerity, “This humble one wishes to remain by Husband’s side. I shall go wherever Husband journeys!”
“Very well,” Luo Yang smiled. “Do not fret. Given the current circumstances, even if our return to the Ten Thousand Arts world becomes known, none will dare act against us.”
“With Husband here, I am naturally at ease. And I truly haven't seen Mister Xiao in quite some time,” Wang Yue smiled. “I wonder how Mister Xiao fares these days…”
“Junior Brother likely wouldn't recognize us now. As for his current state… it might not be dire, but perhaps not optimal either,” Luo Yang sighed softly, his tone laced with emotion. He was aware that Miss Bai had located Xiao Mo’s reincarnation. Yet, over the years, as his own cultivation advanced, the more clandestine matters he encountered, the more he realized the complexity surrounding each of his junior brother’s reincarnations. Luo Yang could only hope his junior brother wouldn't be fragmented and claimed by others.
Furthermore, his impending return meant he needed to visit his junior sister. Through the millennia, countless suitors had sought her hand, yet she remained steadfastly unmoved. Now, she presided as the headmaster of White Deer Academy, still unmarried. Luo Yang understood her apparent detachment; beneath a facade of indifference and lack of desire, her heart had long been occupied. However, the object of his junior sister’s affection…
He let out a sigh.
“Enough. No more dwelling on it.” Luo Yang released a breath, bringing his thoughts to a halt. Matters of the heart were akin to entwined threads – impossible to sever, difficult to unravel, ultimately destined to unfold according to fate.
Unbeknownst to him, Luo Yang had arrived at the base of the mountain shrouded in the densest demonic Qi. This peak was known as Liubo Mountain.
“ROOOOO!” A resonant bellow, like that of a great bull, shook the very clouds and made the earth tremble, sending ferocious beasts scattering in every direction.
“Stand behind me,” Luo Yang instructed Wang Yue.
Wang Yue nodded, positioning herself behind her husband without causing him any hindrance. In the next instant, the demonic beast's form expanded exponentially, growing to the colossal size of a mountain! It bore an ox-like shape, its body azure and hornless, possessing but a single leg.
An ancient text once chronicled—
In the Eastern Sea stands Liubo Mountain. Upon it resides a beast shaped like an ox, azure-bodied and hornless, with a solitary leg. Its emergence or departure from water heralds wind and rain. Its brilliance rivals the sun and moon, its voice echoes like thunder. Its name is Kui.
Legend held that Kui was born concurrently with Heaven and Earth, and only three such beings existed.
An ancient tale, from an era when deities roamed the earth, spoke of a time when humanity’s Sword Immortal confronted the celestials in a final conflict. It was said he once vanquished a Kui, stretched its hide over a war drum, and fashioned drumsticks from the bones of a thunder beast.
A single beat of that drum would send its sound fifty thousand miles, and a second strike would echo for thirty-eight million miles!
This spurred the human soldiers on, filling them with immense courage. Each warrior faced death as if returning to their ancestral home!
The Kui present in the demon realm was, of course, not among those divinely born at the dawn of creation.
It was a verdant ox that had endured endless cultivation, meticulously purifying its bloodline until the faintest signs of ancestral reversion began to manifest. Now, it stood as a formidable great demon, having reached the perfected completion of the Jade-Pure Realm!
“Vile human! Do you comprehend the repercussions of intruding upon my territory?!”
The Kui bellowed. The demonic qi emanating from its Jade-Pure Realm cultivation pressed down upon Luo Yang, akin to an immense mountain range.
“My sole reason for venturing to Liubo Mountain is to humbly request a favor from Your Excellency,” Luo Yang stated, his tone exceedingly courteous.
“A request from me? Hahahaha...”
Upon hearing Luo Yang’s words, the Kui initially faltered, then erupted into thunderous laughter that seemed to shake the very heavens and earth.
“How amusing, human! Speak then! What is it you desire?”
Luo Yang clasped his hands together and performed a deep bow. “What I seek is a portion of Your Excellency’s hide to fashion into a garment, and Your Excellency’s demon core to infuse a pot of wine. This will serve as a token of esteem for a friend.”
“Insolent wretch! Let us see if you, a mere human, possess the life force to claim it!”
After processing Luo Yang’s request, the Kui was incensed and charged directly at him!
Luo Yang observed the colossal head, shaped like a mountain peak, hurtling towards him. His expression remained utterly impassive.
His longsword was drawn only a mere half-inch from its scabbard, yet a surge of sword qi unfurled for ten thousand miles!
Approximately half an incense stick’s duration later, Luo Yang emerged from the mountain range, a solitary figure.
Within Luo Yang’s spatial storage pouch now rested an exceptionally fine piece of hide, meticulously taken from the Kui’s back, in addition to its potent demon core.
And precisely as Luo Yang, accompanied by his wife, continued their journey towards the Ten Thousand Arts world,
a vixen of the fox clan materialized before Luo Yang, impeding their path.
“A palace maid of the Nine-Tails Kingdom, Keqing, offers her respects to Esteemed Mister Luo, by the command of Her Majesty.”
The palace maid, identified as Keqing, executed a graceful bow.
“The Nine-Tails Kingdom?” Luo Yang inquired, casting his gaze upon the woman. “May I presume to ask the nature of your sovereign’s directive?”
“I would not presume to call it a directive.”
Keqing demurely shook her head.
“It is merely that Her Majesty has been informed of Mister Luo’s imminent return to the Ten Thousand Arts world. Furthermore, Mister Luo is indebted to the Nine-Tails Kingdom for a past favor. Her Majesty thus wishes for Mister Luo to assist with a minor undertaking.”
Luo Yang’s brows knitted slightly. “Pray, state your request, miss. If it is within my capability, I shall certainly not decline.”
“Mister Luo is undoubtedly capable of fulfilling this request.”
Keqing offered a subtle smile and produced a scroll from the depths of her robes.
“This is a personal missive from my sovereign.”
“My request is for Mister Luo to personally deliver this letter into the hands of Xiao Mo, the ruler of the Zhou domain.”
