Chapter 107: Fortunately, There Is You, Xiao Jia
Golden Core is a Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Jiupan Mountain.
Xue Yanâs face turned pale as she saw the Gate of Myriad Forms disappear. Grabbing her dress, she frantically ran up the mountain.
âBlood Pearl!â
The familiar figure did not appear; the peak was empty.
Xue Yan felt inexplicably lost.
The Gate of Myriad Forms vanished, and Blood Pearl⦠disappeared.
Everything was so strange and hard to accept.
The mountain breeze lifted the strands of hair on Xue Yanâs cheeks as she stubbornly looked at the sky.
âBlood Pearl, could you really be that Buddha they talked about?â
âAm I⦠the demoness you killed?â
Ever since the origin of the Gate of Myriad Forms was discovered, a theory spread secretly on Jiupan Mountain.
It said that the Blood Pearl who appeared with the Gate of Myriad Forms was a great demon, a drop of Buddhaâs blood.
The Blood Lord preaching the âDemon Confinement Techniqueâ was his atonement.
Many on Jiupan Mountain considered this theory absurd, but many also believed it.
Xue Yan stood alone at the peak.
She didnât like the story of Buddha slaying the demoness.
...
A vast rain fell, and in Wugui City, Yuan Qi wore a raincoat. When he looked up at the city wall and saw the defender, a wave of inexplicable fear surged in his heart.
Just moments ago, an army of thousands of demons attacked, and the defender slew them one by one with his sword.
This should have been heartening, but for some reason, looking at Qi Yuan filled Yuan Qi with a strange terror, as if he were seeing a terrifying demon from hell.
Especially when Qi Yuan sat on the city wall, his eyes glinted with a blood-red light, making Yuan Qi tremble inexplicably.
It felt like he wasnât looking at a defender but a terrifying demon.
âWhatâs wrong, are you afraid of me?â Qi Yuanâs voice came from the city wall, landing like a stone on Yuan Qiâs heart. He gritted his teeth and said, âLord Defender, your current state⦠is a bit strange.â
He didnât dare look at Qi Yuan directly.
âHmm, go away.â Qi Yuan said lightly, seemingly indifferent.
Yuan Qi breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly left.
Being close to the defender filled his heart with inexplicable fear.
Inside, he felt incredibly stifled.
Qi Yuan sat on the wall, holding a broken sword still stained with blood. With a shake, the blood drops fell.
âAfter this comprehension, the extraction of the demonic origin increased tenfold, reaching 10%.
I hope I don't end up becoming a monster like the demons,â Qi Yuan pondered.
His emotions had been very unstable lately, with greed, wrath, lust, and arrogance constantly flowing through him.
This was especially severe after slaying demons.
âXiao Jia, are you afraid of me?â Qi Yuan turned to look at the red wedding dress behind him.
Xiao Jia, flustered and almost tripping, dropped a wooden sign on the ground.
Qi Yuan picked it up; it was a sticky note.
Qi Yuan hugged Xiao Jia tightly, smelling the faint fragrance of her dress, and showed a satisfied expression: âFortunately, I have you⦠Playing a game alone can sometimes be quite boring.â
The red in Qi Yuanâs eyes slowly faded, and the previous terrifying aura gradually dissipated.
He hugged Xiao Jia, and they sat on the city wall, looking out over the vast desert. Unfortunately, in the Flowwind Realm, there was no sunrise or sunset.
...
In the Demon Controllerâs camp, Wu Tongâs face was ashen.
âA small Wugui City, do I have to go personally?â
Wu Tong was furious, overturning the wine cups and jade plates on the table.
The dozen national guardians present kept their heads down, not daring to speak.
Recently, the vanguard army, led by Iron Chain, went to Wugui City but didnât return.
This shocked them all.
Iron Chain was second only to Wu Tong in strength within the camp, yet he didnât come back.
They wouldnât go without knowing the situation, so they could only control some demons to methodically attack Wugui City.
But those demons didnât return either.
âHmph!â Wu Tong glared at his cowardly subordinates, âIf Mi Sang finds out about this, how will he mock me?â
No one dared to speak.
If they attacked other cities, they could surrender if defeated, but no one dared to go to Wugui City.
An old man stepped forward: âCommander Wu Tong, perhaps Wugui Cityâs name is unlucky, leading to no return.â
They dared not go.
Wu Tongâs anger intensified: âWho dares go to Wugui City? Capture it, and you will be heavily rewarded, even with⦠demonic origin.â
Everyone's breathing quickened.
They could command demons without being attacked due to the demonic origin.
Currently, they commanded demons by borrowing the demonic origin, not owning it.
Owning the complete demonic origin would not only allow them to command more and stronger demons but also greatly enhance their cultivation, potentially elevating them to the realm of land myths.
But they were still apprehensive.
âCommander Wu Tong, how about⦠we all go together?â The old man suggested.
âYes, letâs go together and destroy Wugui City!â
âIf Commander Wu Tong leads, Wugui City will fall instantly!â
Everyone encouraged him, relying on Wu Tongâs strength.
With so many strong individuals, there was almost no risk.
Wu Tong looked at them, internally furious, his face changing. Finally, he said, âIn a month, we will attack Wugui City!â
After speaking, Wu Tong left the tent.
He soon arrived at a lake.
He took out a small bottle of liquid and poured it into the lake.
The clear water instantly turned blood-red.
A terrifying projection appeared.
âGreetings, Supreme!â Wu Tong showed a respectful expression to the lakeâs projection.
âHow is the situation in Yuzhou?â The projection asked slowly.
âSupreme, Iâve encountered some trouble.
There is a powerful defender in Wugui City, guarding it alone, possibly a disciple of the White Emperor.â Wu Tongâs attitude was respectful.
He knew Mi Sang didnât want to provoke Wugui City, preferring to leave Yuzhou.
Wu Tong came here under the Supremeâs orders.
âA disciple of the White Emperor, could it beâ¦â The Supreme felt a tinge of fear but quickly suppressed it, âNo, the White Emperor would have come himself if he knew.â
The Supreme feared the White Emperor immensely.
The White Emperor and the Supreme were the two strongest in this world.
The Supreme dared not confront him.
âSo, itâs all coincidence.â Realizing this, the Supremeâs fear dissipated, âAre you afraid of being no match for the White Emperorâs disciple?â
âYes, I fear it would disrupt the Supremeâs plan if I die.â Wu Tong replied.
He knew the Supreme had plans for Wugui City and Garan City.
He didnât know the exact reasons and dared not ask.
But completing it promised great rewards.
The Supremeâs eyes showed various emotions.
Suddenly, the lake water began to churn.
A vortex appeared in the center, drawing all the water in.
Wu Tong watched, moved.
He knew this was the Supremeâs doing.
About fifteen minutes later, the vast lake disappeared, leaving only cracked, dry land.
A light purple water droplet floated beside Wu Tong.
The Supremeâs voice came, âTake this. If you canât beat the White Emperorâs disciple, use it.
This contains my most powerful strike, capable of killing a land myth instantly.
Even a lower-level Supreme would be at risk against it.
The White Emperor has three thousand disciples, but only a few core ones.
With this, you can surely take Wugui City.â
Wu Tong looked at the light purple droplet, extremely excited.
âThank you, Supreme. I will take Wugui City for you!â
Taking Wugui City was just the first step.
He needed the Supreme to find what he wanted.
...
Meanwhile, in a northern abyss.
A man, shrouded in purple, stood before an ancient, profound stone slab.
He had possessed this slab for three thousand years.
In those three thousand years, he had finally deciphered its secrets, revealing an ancient secret.
âWugui City⦠the place where the demoness was buried, the source of all evil. If I obtain itâ¦â
The manâs eyes were filled with greed.
If he obtained it, what would the Supreme and the White Emperor be to him?
âUnfortunately, I canât go personally, or it would draw too much attentionâ¦â
The man was powerful, among the top in the north. Seará´h the NovÑlÆire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
His actions would definitely attract attention.
Going to Wugui City would likely expose his plans.
So he could only rely on Wu Tong to find the source of evil before going himself.
âWugui City is manageable⦠but⦠where did the great demon become a demon?â The man hesitated.
That place held a fortune equal to Wugui City.
But it was harder to capture than Wugui City.
He needed a plan to capture it.
...
Garan City was shrouded in heavy clouds, the atmosphere tense.
Defender Dong Long listened to his subordinates' reports, his face stern: âWu Tong will lead all his forces to attack Wugui City. What do you think?â
The national guardians looked grave: âWu Tong is tougher and stronger than Mi Sang. If Wugui City falls, Garan City⦠will be in trouble.â
Everyone was worried.
Mi Sang, though strong, had been hesitant in attacking Garan City, fearing for his life.
Wu Tong, however, seemed highly aggressive.
âWen Tai, what do you think?â Dong Long asked Liu Wentai and his sister.
Liu Wentai and Liu Wenmei had met Qi Yuan.
âThe defender of Wugui City is incredibly powerful, possibly a land myth.â Liu Wentai recalled Qi Yuanâs amazing sword strike with reverence.
âA land myth is strong, but Wu Tong will have over a hundred national guardians and countless demon troops. Even a land myth could be overwhelmed. I suggest inviting the Wugui City defender to Garan City.â
Dong Long nodded: âIf he comes, I would even give up my position as Garan Cityâs defender.â
Liu Wentai hurriedly said, âThe Wugui City defender will never come to Garan City!â
He remembered Qi Yuanâs sword strike, expressing his attitude.
He felt the defender was already annoyed with his constant urging to leave.
âArrogant!â An old man said, âDoes he think being a land myth means he can do as he pleases?â
A deep voice said, âA land myth can indeed do as they please. If Liu Xiantai is right, the defenderâs presence in Garan City would be a burden.
With his strength, even if Wu Tong attacks, he can leave. Can Wu Tong stop him?
We should worry less about Wugui City and more about defending Garan City after he leaves.â
Everyone agreed.
Wugui City couldnât be defended.
The defender would surely leave.
They had to face Wu Tongâs army.
Their pressure was much greater now.
Garan Cityâs defender, Dong Long, stood on the city wall, looking into the distance: âI hope⦠the mythic defender heavily damages Wu Tongâs army before leaving.â
This way, Wu Tong couldnât quickly organize his forces to attack Garan City, giving them time to prepare.
âLiu Wentai, Zhao Ju, take some people and watch Wugui City from afar.
Report any news immediately.â Dong Long ordered.
He wanted news of Wu Tongâs army, not Wugui City.
Wugui Cityâs fate was sealed.
He needed to know the damage to Wu Tongâs army after Wugui City fell.
âYes, sir!â Liu Wentai and Zhao Ju obeyed.
...
A month passed in a flash.
Liu Wentai and Zhao Ju hid in the vast desert, concealing themselves.
Behind them, over a dozen cultivators also hid.
They were Garan Cityâs guerrilla scouts, skilled in hiding and speed.
Zhao Ju, hidden in the sand, smiled mischievously: âThat Wugui City defender sure likes to⦠show off.
If it were me, facing Wu Tongâs army, Iâd have run already.
But there he is, sitting on the city wall, unafraid of thousands of troops. Heâs pretending to be brave, but itâs quite impressive!â
âIs it possible the defender isnât afraid?â Liu Wentai thought of Qi Yuan.
That defender wasnât what Zhao Ju said.
âDonât worry, when Wu Tongâs army comes, heâll surely strike and run!â Zhao Ju was confident.
If he had that power, heâd emulate the defender too.
Being flashy might be unprincipled, but it was definitely cool.
Liu Wentai looked at Zhao Ju with disdain: âDonât judge a gentleman with a petty mind.â
Zhao Ju shrugged: âI donât judge by thoughts, only actions.
If he stays in Wugui City and harms Wu Tongâs army, Iâll respect him.
Though I say he shows off, heâs indeed impressive. The only flaw is Wugui City will fall.â
Zhao Ju spoke with regret.