Chapter 63: Bro-Con vs. Master’s Precious Disciple

It seemed they had arrived in a hurry, as only a few disciples accompanied Wen Shili.

He descended with an overwhelming presence of powerful spiritual energy, slowly landing on the ground.

Jiang Ziyou ran toward him like an eager little rabbit, calling out “Master!” as he dove into his embrace.

“Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“And the medicine I gave you, did you take it daily?”

“I did.”

Jiang Ziyou gestured for Wen Shili to lean in, as if he had a secret to share.

Unaware, Wen Shili’s lips curled into a faint smile, and he lowered his head with a hint of helplessness.

Jiang Ziyou leaned in close, whispering, “Master, the demons are all bad guys—they even tried to distract me with a woman to slow my sword draw!”

Wen Shili’s smile vanished instantly as he frowned.

“Did she touch you?”

“Not quite.”

Jiang Ziyou, shorter by half a head, looked up with shining eyes and cheerfully exclaimed, “Master, I missed you.”

Wen Shili patted his head, signaling him to let go.

“I’ll handle the ones who troubled you.”

The disciples who had come along stared, wide-eyed and with their mouths wide open.

The reserved True Monarch Qinghe’s actions were so bold, raising suspicions that perhaps his stoicism was merely a front, but behind the scenes he and his disciple probably had a ** relationship.

(T/N: ** This is from the raw, probably to bypass censorship.)

Yet Wen Shili understood Jiang Ziyou’s words as nothing but pure-hearted; he truly missed him after a few days apart.

While they spoke, Yin Buqi was already locked in fierce battle with the demon army, and more disciples landed nearby.

Tang Xuanye shouted, “Rou Rou!”

Seeing him, all the hardships Tang Murou had endured poured out in sobs. She ran to him, weeping.

“Brother, you’re finally here! Do you have any idea what I’ve been through? I was so close to never seeing you again!”

Tang Xuanye consoled her, “It’s all my fault for being late. My dear sister has suffered.”

At the same time, Yin Ci’s gaze caught Yin Buqi, draped in red, battling the approaching demon horde from the sky.

In the next instant, a demon surged toward him.

Yin Ci cried out in alarm, “Brother Yin!”

But Yin Buqi paid him no mind, his gaze as cold as a winter night.

Jiang Niannian tried to manipulate vines to shield him, but the demon was too swift, appearing in front of Yin Buqi in the blink of an eye, claws extended, aiming straight for his heart.

With a sickening sound, Yin Buqi nonchalantly drove his hand into the demon’s chest, tearing out its heart before it could scream.

In front of the demon’s dying eyes, he crushed it into pulp.

A brutal counterattack.

Jiang Niannian watched the heart burst, glancing at Yin Buqi with wide eyes.

Buqi… seemed off, even more so than in Qinghe Town.

Yin Buqi tossed the heart away like it was filthy trash.

Yin Ci stared at Yin Buqi, stunned.

He hadn’t expected that after just a day apart, Yin Buqi’s cultivation would have surged to this level.

So young yet so formidable, his skill at the Fusion Stage seemed to exceed even the senior cultivators of a hundred years.

Yin Ci was both envious and proud, feeling his admiration grow even stronger.

More demons surged forward.

Wen Shili stopped waiting, instructing Yin Ci, “Look after your senior brother.”

With a clear sword in hand, Wen Shili stepped into the fray.

With one sweep of his sword, imbued with powerful spiritual energy, he sliced several demons clean in half.

The other cultivators quickly joined the battle.

“With True Monarch Qinghe and Yin Buqi leading, we’ll destroy these demons!”

“Absolutely! I’m so fired up I feel like I could take on the heavens!”

“I’ve never seen a technique like Yin Buqi’s; it’s incredible!”

Yin Ci approached Jiang Ziyou, holding out his Feiying Liuyun Sword.

“Senior Brother, your sword.”

“Thanks, junior!” Jiang Ziyou joyfully took back his precious weapon, lovingly admiring it before lifting his gaze back to watch his master’s battle.

Yin Ci started forward to join in but felt something cold on his leg.

Looking down, he saw a little black ball—Coal Ball—snuggled up to his leg, happily rubbing its soft cheek against him.

“Awoo! Awoo!” It seemed delighted that its mate had come to save it.

Yin Ci peeled Coal Ball off and tossed it aside.

“Go play somewhere else.”

“Junior.”

“Hm?”

“It’s following you.”

Yin Ci looked down again; Coal Ball was clinging to his leg, looking up with wide, innocent eyes.

It seemed so different from the ferocious little creature that had snarled at the demons.

A faint smile appeared on Yin Ci’s face.

“This little one… is kind of cute.”

He cleared his throat, trying to act aloof, nudging Coal Ball’s backside with his foot.

“I need to help Brother Yin; don’t cause trouble.”

“Awo! Awoo! Awoo!” Coal Ball sat firmly, crossing its front paws, refusing to move without attention.

Yin Ci rolled his eyes and stepped over it.

Coal Ball scrambled to catch up, looking adorably sulky.

From behind came Jiang Ziyou’s voice: “Master, go show them who’s boss! My master is the best in the world!”

Yin Ci paused, stopping mid-step and turning back to argue with Jiang Ziyou.

“That’s nonsense! Brother Yin is the best in the world.”

“My master can slay several demons in one strike!”

“My brother Yin can crush hearts with his bare hands!”

“My master is in the Mahayana Stage!”

“My brother Yin is younger, already at the Fusion Stage, and will soon surpass your master!”

…

Watching this unfold while fighting the demon, Jiang Niannian muttered to herself, “The competition has already begun?”

Meanwhile, Ye Linyuan, who had been trapped in the Demon Prison Tower for a century, had lost much of his former power.

Fighting both Wen Shili and Yin Buqi, he was quickly overwhelmed.

Ye Linyuan gritted his teeth.

“We’re retreating!”

“Running away?” Wen Shili gave chase, his cool gaze icy and unyielding.

Ye Linyuan snarled, “Wen Shili! You’ve been hounding me for a hundred years over one mistake—aren’t you sick of this?!”

At his words, Wen Shili frowned, a steely determination hardening his features as he sliced off one of Ye Linyuan’s heads with a single strike.

Blood gushed from the severed head, pooling on the ground.

Realizing he could no longer draw power from the Kunlun Immortal Tree, Ye Linyuan panicked.

As Wen Shili continued his relentless assault, slicing off several more heads, the blows forced Ye Linyuan to cough up blood.

Out of options, he transformed into a plume of black smoke and fled.

“Wen Shili, you may have won for now—but remember how your disciple survived; I know the truth! I’ll see the day your name is ruined!”