In the depths of the Forging Heaven Workshop, Tang Ruowei and Li Jinyiao approached a private room. With a swish, Tang Ruowei retrieved some formation materials from her storage bag and began to scatter them on the ground, following the secret arts of the Demon Sect to set up the formation. She quelled her distractions and took out her materials, focusing intently on assisting Li Jinyiao with her work.
“Wait…” Huangfufeng struck with his blade, but it sliced through the body of “Yue Qiande” like a phantom, landing in empty air. At the same moment, “Yue Qiande” raised his hand and swung his blade toward Huangfufeng's chest. However, this stroke accurately sliced through his shoulder and all the way to his chest cavity.
Standing outside the private room, the two disciples of the Forging Heaven Workshop extended their hands, saying, “Elder Sisters, please wait. This is Elder Liu’s resting place. Elder Liu has yet to awaken, so it would be best if you had no urgent matters and headed back.”
At that moment, facing the earth immortal who had taken over his closest friend, Huangfufeng transformed from an amiable simpleton into a mad demon, a fiend emerging from the Heavenly Demon Sect! As the former leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect and the current Grand Elder, his talent was not as good as his disciple Ji Lingyun or even some other elders. Compared to the new generation, especially Li Jinyiao of the Heavenly Demon physique, he was far behind. Yet, through sheer perseverance, he had transcended the limits of his talent and become the strongest in the Demon Sect today.
Tang Ruowei whispered to herself, feeling inexplicably irritable.
“Yue Qiande” chuckled coldly, “Just a bit of simple illusion spells and you lot will act like donkeys seeing a carrot—ugh!”
Hearing this, Tang Ruowei and Li Jinyiao exchanged glances. Li Jinyiao stepped forward, smiled, and said, “Junior Brothers, we have come here on the command of Sect Leader Yue. Please hurry back to rest.”
Tang Ruowei, uneasy, glanced at the retreating figures of the disciples from the Forging Heaven Workshop and sighed. Just then, as Huangfufeng was speaking, he was hit with a blade without even making a sound, and he retaliated with another strike.
In the skirmish, Huangfufeng’s arm swung like a phantom once more, aiming past “Yue Qiande.” The latter successfully struck into his shoulder, running along the shoulder to where it met the chest cavity. “This…” The two young disciples suddenly felt as if the neighbor girl they knew had morphed into a bewitching enchantress, the words slipping from her pink lips almost manifested and wormed into their ears, tickling their hearts and making their heads spin.
“So that’s why I despise these martial madmen!” Tang Ruowei exclaimed.
“I rarely meet someone who can keep up with me mentally, or even best me, among the opposite gender. Thus, Ruowei, who knows, maybe one day I will whimsically decide to be your master’s wife,” Li Jinyiao teased playfully, winking at Tang Ruowei.
“I can’t! I cannot even compare to Sect Leader Su Xiangxue by numerous tiers,” Tang Ruowei retorted as she and Li Jinyiao shared another glance.
The young disciples showed slight hesitation as they exchanged glances. “Little Junior Brother, do you doubt us? Do you not trust our sect behind us?”
“Would it seem likely? But I do hold favorable feelings for Elder Sword Master,” said Li Jinyiao with a playful tone.
“Alright then, let the older sisters switch with you; go back and rest well,” Li Jinyiao continued as she cast a portion of the Charm Shadow Technique, every action full of allure.
Just then, Huangfufeng spat blood, his voice hoarse as he said, “You talk too much!” Yet even as he exerted the strength of his body in the Harmony Stage, he was still no match for Huangfufeng, the only Great Ascension Demon Cultivator of this age.
Once they reached the courtyard gate, after checking and seeing no one around, Li Jinyiao said, “Enough of this, let’s swiftly finish what the Sword Ancestor commanded.”
“Jinyiao’s move truly is terrifying,” remarked Tang Ruowei, observing her in admiration.
“Here lies the edict of Sect Leader Yue,” “Yue Qiande” bellowed as he desperately resisted Huangfufeng’s onslaught, shouting loudly.
As he spoke, Huangfufeng plunged forward, delivering a heavy punch to “Yue Qiande’s” face, sending him hurtling back, a spurt of blood bursting forth from the wound in his abdomen as he crashed onto the riverbank, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Standing firm, Huangfufeng roared again, utterly uncaring about the massive wound on his shoulder, summoning a surge of true essence, and charged in with his towering Demon God into the haze, engaging “Yue Qiande” who was still taken aback.
This confrontation was one of sheer ferocity, with countless blades slicing through the air, shattering everything near the river. The imposing Demon God brandished his six arms, unleashing a torrent of severing winds amid the cries of the injured, tearing foes into shreds.
With the struggles escalating, “This...” he whispered, groaning through clenched teeth as Huangfufeng's power surged, his both hands drawing out formidable energy as he lunged towards his opponent, drawing in the surrounding natural forces to aid him.
“Against madmen like you, the best way is to employ these spells,” he hastened on, tossing finesse and ferocity into combat.
In the course of the battle, it was evident that Huangfufeng’s craft was relentless, every strike progressing quicker and fiercer, a land of immortality subtly emerging underneath his Yuan Ying’s feet—it was a sign of ascending to the immortals.
“Behold the decree of Sect Leader Yue,” he proclaimed, raising his hand to throw out the command while continuing to hold back “Yue Qiande’s” onslaught.
Upon finally achieving a moment of breakthrough mid-battle, Tang Ruowei and Li Jinyiao, amid the intensity, stood ready to assist, their trust in each other thinly veiled yet strong, as if awaiting the turning tide of fate.
Thus did the battle waged with one pressing matter—the invisible threads of fate entwined around each combatant, destiny having chosen them for this very day.
As they prepared to switch, the environment surrounding them began to evolve, a prelude to the inevitable conclusion that awaited. Each strike echoed louder, a testament to the clash of wills—the promise of rebirth among the ashes of struggle.
This tale unfolds within the realms of the Gu Province, where strength and cunning play their everlasting game, ever drawing lines in the sand, ever testing the fibers of loyalty and ambition.
In this land of ancient legends and divine arts, where the glorious battles of the sects do capture the hearts and dreams of many.