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Chapter 71

When Fan Yue arrived at the Xiaoyao Pavilion, Hua hong was just kicking an annoying fox out the door.

She turned around and saw Fan Yue standing under a tree.

The master of Haoyue Palace had an indifferent expression, making it hard to tell whether he was in a good or bad mood.

Hua hong glanced around but didn’t see the troublesome half-immortal.

She approached Fan Yue.

“Palace Master, did you leave her in the Unruly City?”

Fan Yue glanced down at her, and the blacksmith awkwardly smiled, quickly raising her hand and muttering, “I wasn’t spying on your whereabouts. The Unrestrained Tower caused such a commotion that it was hard not to know.”

Although Fan yue was the master of the Unruly City, it was usually Hua hong who managed things behind the scenes.

As soon as Fan yue made an appearance at the Unrestrained Tower, she had received the news.

Fan yue didn’t bother to explain further and turned to enter the pavilion.

However, Hua hong wasn’t ready to let it go and followed him, pestering him with questions.

“That place is a den of danger. With her limited powers, even the illusionary demon butterflies in the city could swallow her whole. Did you really leave her there alone?”

After all, they had shared some mischievous adventures in the Nanhai City, and Hua hong did care about that little rascal of a half-immortal.

“I know Bai Shuo is quite the scoundrel—greedy, stingy, and cowardly—but our Haoyue Palace is a major power in the demon realm. You, Palace Master, are renowned far and wide, with divine powers that overshadow all. There’s really no need to be angry with a half-immortal. If this gets out…”

“She’s at the Purple Moon Lake.”

Finally unable to tolerate Hua hong’s incessant chatter, Fan yue stopped and coldly interrupted her.

“Oh~~” The blacksmith drew out her tone, having gotten the answer she wanted.

“No wonder it’s the Unruly City. The divine aura of the demon god not only heals but also helps in building foundations and forming cores. I thought so—she must have been injured after awakening a demigod.”

Fan yue remained expressionless, but Hua hong’s curiosity was burning.

She leaned in closer and asked, “You treated her so well. Was she moved to tears, offering herself to…”

Before Hua hong could finish, a blood-red arrow shot across the sky, followed by a deafening explosion.

Several dazzling bursts of immortal energy erupted above the gates of Wutong Island, shaking the entire island’s barrier.

Countless beams of immortal and demon light rose from the island, rushing toward the site of the explosion.

Hua hong’s expression changed as she stared at the arrow, now a streak of light, and exclaimed, “The Cloud Fire Arrow?! Has Fu ling gone mad? She actually attacked the immortals on Phoenix Wutong Island!”

Fan yue looked toward the edge of Phoenix Wutong Island and said calmly, “The Heavenly Palace has sent someone.”

Hua hong paused, then suddenly realized, “Could it be those people?”

Seeing Fan yue nod, she shrugged, her expression relaxing.

As long as it wasn’t a full-scale war between the two clans, it had nothing to do with Haoyue Palace.

“Jinyao is also on Phoenix Island. This is going to be quite a show. Palace Master, let’s go and watch the excitement…”

When Hua hong turned around, Fan yue was already gone, and the pavilion door had shut firmly behind him.

“How boring.”

Hua hong pouted and, without wasting a second, flew straight toward the site of the conflict.

At the gates of Wutong Island, beneath towering ancient trees, Fu ling stood coldly, holding the Cloud Fire Bow, blood at the corner of her mouth as she glared at the four figures standing before the gates.

The four immortals—Yufeng, Jinglei, Yanhuo, and Fengyu—looked at Fu ling with troubled expressions, unsure whether to use their weapons.

As they hesitated, several beams of immortal and demon light flashed, and Jinyao, along with the elders of the Phoenix Clan and leaders of both clans, arrived at the gates.

Seeing Jinyao, the four immortals bowed in unison, “Greetings, Immortal Lord.”

But Jinyao’s gaze was fixed on Fu ling as he angrily shouted, “You rebellious girl, stop this at once!”

Seeing the two sides confronting each other, the clan leaders exchanged glances, their hearts sinking.

This old grudge was unknown to the younger generation, but these leaders, who had cultivated for thousands of years, were well aware of it.

Fu ling was Jinyao’s daughter, but her mother was Lady Chaohui from the Blood Mist Demon Flower Clan.

A thousand years ago, during the endless conflicts between immortals and demons, Chaohui had died in the crossfire.

At that time, Jinyao was just an immortal in the Heavenly Palace.

To reclaim Fu ling, he resigned from his position and took his young daughter into seclusion.

Over the past thousand years, the three realms had undergone tremendous changes.

With no new gods emerging among the immortals, the Heavenly Emperor, Feng Ran, had personally invited Jinyao, who had become a demigod, to take charge of the Heavenly Palace before ascending to the god realm.

Jinyao returned with his daughter, thinking that after a thousand years of peace between immortals and demons, Fu ling had let go of her old grudges.

However, Fu ling’s resentment had only festered, and years ago, she willingly shed her immortal bones to fully become a demon, joining the Cold Spring Palace.

Because of this, the relationship between Immortal Lord Jinyao and the Cold Spring Palace’s master, Zhen Yu, had always been tense, with the two avoiding each other.

The Piaomiao Sect arrived late.

Songfeng, still recovering from old injuries, was in seclusion.

Chong Zhao led Er Yun and a few junior brothers to the scene, just in time to hear Mu Jiu enthusiastically recounting the story to a group of young demons.

He looked at Fu ling, standing alone at the gates, his expression complex.

He knew Fu ling disliked immortals, but he had never imagined she harbored such deep-seated hatred.

“Stop?” Fu ling coldly glared at Jinyao, her eyes filled with mockery.

“Immortal Lord Jinyao, I am avenging my mother. What does it have to do with you?”

“You!” Jinyao’s eyes filled with pain.

“The war between immortals and demons ended a thousand years ago. Your mother died in the chaos of war, not by anyone’s fault. Why do you still cling to this hatred, aiding the wicked?”

His expression darkened as a divine chain formed in his hand and lashed out toward Fu ling.

“Come back to the Heavenly Palace with me!”

Under the divine might, no immortal could resist.

The chain instantly bound Fu ling, rendering her immobile.

Furious, she shouted, “What a joke! Who would go back to the Heavenly Palace with you, Jinyao? I am a demon! If you stop me from killing them today, I will kill every immortal I see from now on!”

“Stubborn fool!” Jinyao was furious, and divine light surged again.

But suddenly, a powerful demonic force erupted from the island, not only dispersing the divine light but also severing the chains binding Fu ling.

In a flash of demonic light, Zhen Yu, clad in black, appeared beside Fu ling.

The demons of the Cold Spring Palace also appeared, forming a protective barrier in front of Fu ling.

Zhen Yu looked at Jinyao and said gravely, “Jinyao, the war between immortals and demons ended a thousand years ago. Are you reigniting it today?”

“Palace Master Zhen yu, don’t twist the truth! It was your Cold Spring Palace’s second palace master who attacked the immortals first!” the leader of the Yunxiao Sect angrily retorted.

“Exactly, Zhen yu, your Cold Spring Palace’s personal grudges shouldn’t involve the entire demon clan!” Mu Jiu chimed in, stirring the pot.

Zhen Yu glanced at Yufeng and the others, raising an eyebrow.

“So, the immortals from the Heavenly Palace have arrived.”

He then looked at Fu ling and asked calmly, “Fu ling, is this battle unavoidable today?”

“My mother’s death must be avenged. There is no room for compromise,” Fu ling coldly replied, her gaze fixed on Yufeng and the others.

“With all four of them here, you stand no chance.”

“Even so, the battle is unavoidable.”

“Good! You truly are a member of the Cold Spring Palace!” Zhen Yu laughed heartily.

“Today’s conflict is between Fu ling and the four immortals—a personal grudge, not a war between clans. The Cold Spring Palace will not interfere, but…” Zhen Yu’s gaze swept over the immortals, finally resting on Jinyao.

“If anyone tries to stop this, they will be an enemy of the Cold Spring Palace. Immortal Lord Jinyao, avenging one’s mother is a righteous cause. As the ruler of the Heavenly palace and leader of the immortals, surely you won’t deny Fu ling the chance to face them one against four? Her resolve is commendable, and even heaven and earth would pity her.”

The immortals at the gates fell silent.

Although Fu ling had betrayed the immortals to become a demon, Zhen Yu’s words were reasonable and hard to refute.

Before Jinyao could respond, Jinglei suddenly spoke, “There’s no need for that. Fu ling, back in the Demon realm, although all four of us fought, it was I who struck the final blow against your mother. If you seek revenge today, your opponent should be me alone.”

“Jinglei!” Yanhuo frowned and was about to speak, but Yufeng stopped him with a shake of his head.

Back then, the four of them had fought for the immortals, with clear consciences.

Fu ling, as Chaohui’s daughter, had every right to seek revenge.

But if all four of them fought together, Fu ling would surely die.

She was, after all, Jinyao’s daughter, and no matter what, they couldn’t take her life.

However, Fu ling was now a high-ranking demon in the Cold Spring Palace, which was at the peak of its power.

With three demigods among the demons, they already had the upper hand over the immortals.

If the four immortals refused to fight today, it would become a laughingstock for the three realms.

The only way out of this predicament while preserving the Heavenly Palace’s reputation was for one of them to defeat Fu ling in a fair fight.

“Immortal Lord, although this is a personal grudge, today’s battle seems unavoidable,” Jinglei said, bowing to Jinyao.

“I ask for your permission to fight.”

As the ruler of the immortals, Jinyao naturally understood what Jinglei was thinking.

He looked at Fu ling with a heavy gaze and slowly spoke, “Fu ling, if you insist on avenging your mother today, I won’t stop you. However, you must agree to one condition.”

“What condition?”

“If you cannot defeat Immortal Jinglei within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, you must not bring up this grudge again for a hundred years!”

“You!” Fu ling was furious.

“Fine! I agree on her behalf!” Before Fu ling could object, Zhen Yu had already spoken up.

He glanced at Fu ling and said calmly, “After all, this is Wutong Island.”

Fu ling’s heart tightened, knowing that Zhen Yu had already tolerated her recklessness enough for today.

“One incense stick’s time it is,” Fu ling said coldly, no longer arguing.

She glared at Jinglei, “Jinglei, give me back my mother’s life!”

As soon as Fu ling finished speaking, the demonic flower in her palm transformed into a sword, and she charged straight at Jinglei.

Jinglei remained calm.

Before the flower-sword could reach him, he disappeared from his spot and reappeared in mid-air.

Fu ling’s attack missed, and the demonic flower turned into a blood-red mist that rained down from the sky, forcing Jinglei back to the ground.

With no other choice, Jinglei summoned his immortal sword and engaged Fu ling in close combat.

In just a few moments, the two had exchanged over a hundred moves at the gates of Wutong Island, and for a time, it seemed neither could gain the upper hand.

“Back when she left the Heavenly Palace, she had just become an immortal Lord. Who would have thought that in just a few years, she would reach the peak of her power? Fu ling is truly more suited to cultivating demonic energy,” Yufeng couldn’t help but remark as he watched the battle.

“What do you mean? Are you saying Jinglei might lose?” Yanhuo’s expression changed, and he couldn’t help but ask.

Yufeng shook his head, “No matter how talented one is, time is needed to fully develop. Jinglei has been at the peak for a thousand years. Fu ling can’t defeat him. The time of one incense stick is almost up. He should make his move now…”

As soon as Yufeng finished speaking, Jinglei suddenly leaped into the air.

The immortal sword in his hand transformed into a half-meter-long stone drum.

Using his hand as a hammer, he struck the drum’s surface.

“The Heavenly Drum!”

Some of the immortal disciples at the gates exclaimed in shock.

Jinglei was in charge of thunder punishment in the immortal realm, and it was said that a single strike of his drum was comparable to a heavenly thunderbolt.

The stone drum let out a deafening roar, and a bolt of lightning, accompanied by thunder, shot out from the drum, heading straight for Fu ling.

The blood-flower sword was instantly shattered, and Fu ling spat out a mouthful of blood, falling to one knee.

If it weren’t for the Cloud Fire Bow in front of her, which absorbed half of the thunder’s power, she would have been utterly defeated.

Seeing Fu ling spit blood, Jinyao’s face showed a hint of pity, but he sighed deeply and did not intervene.

If today’s battle could ensure her safety for a hundred years, perhaps it was for the best.

Chong Zhao, standing at the back of the crowd, also changed his expression upon seeing Fu ling injured, his face filled with concern.

“Junior Brother, what’s wrong?” Eryun noticed his strange expression and couldn’t help but ask.

Chong Zhao shook his head, his gaze fixed on Fu ling with hidden worry.

A few days ago, Fu ling had used her spiritual energy to heal him.

He wasn’t sure if she could last until the incense stick burned out.

Burdened by the blood debt of his entire family, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of empathy for Fu ling.

Meanwhile, Mu Jiu, who had been watching the spectacle with great interest, noticed Hua hong yawning under a tree not far away.

His eyes lit up, and he quickly approached her.

“Little Hua, you’re here too!”

Hua hong’s face fell, and she was about to kick him, but Mu Jiu, as if anticipating her move, dodged behind the tree.

“Hehe, missed me,” the little fox chuckled smugly, then gestured toward Fu ling with his chin, clicking his tongue.

“I thought that demon flower was so powerful, always so arrogant. Turns out she can’t even handle one heavenly thunderbolt.”

“If she can’t handle it, can you? Don’t forget, Yufeng and the others were already Supreme immortal lords under Emperor Mu Guang. If it weren’t for her lack of spiritual energy, she wouldn’t have struggled to last even one incense stick’s time.”

Hua hong could see it, and Jinyao, being a demigod, could naturally see it too.

No wonder he had set the time limit to one incense stick.

If it had been any longer, Fu ling’s spiritual core would have been damaged, affecting her lifespan.

After all, they were father and daughter.

Mu Jiu was surprised, “The flower demon is injured? Who cares? It’s best if she loses. That’ll take Cold Spring Palace down a peg.”

The little fox glanced at Zhen Yu and sneered, “Did you see how smug he was just now? If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’d already unified the demon realm and become the Demon Emperor!”

As Mu Jiu chattered away, a cold gaze swept over from the distance, causing the little fox to shudder, his spiritual core trembling.

Hua hong stepped forward, shielding Mu Jiu from the gaze.

Under the divine pressure, even Hua hong’s expression changed.

Seeing Hua hong intervene, the divine pressure suddenly dissipated, but a heavy snort echoed in Mu Jiu’s ears, causing the little fox’s legs to go weak.

Hua hong quickly supported him.

“You’ve got some nerve, daring to mock a demigod,” Hua hong said, exasperated.

“I’ll say what I want! The incense stick is almost burned out. That flower demon is definitely going to lose!” The little fox, pale-faced, still refused to back down.

“Not necessarily. One is fighting with her life on the line, while the other is holding back. I think both Jinyao and Zhen Yu’s plans are going to fail.”

As soon as Hua hong finished speaking, Fu ling, who had been struggling under the heavenly thunder, suddenly let out a furious roar.

The blood mist and demonic energy surged into the sky, shattering the thunderbolt.

She stood up abruptly, pulling her bow to its full draw.

Three Cloud Fire Arrows were nocked, and as they were released, they transformed into blood mist, shooting straight toward Jinglei in mid-air.

She was burning her lifespan to power her weapon! Had Fu ling gone mad?

Jinglei’s expression changed.

These three arrows were the limit of Fu ling’s power as an immortal lord.

If he held back any further, he would definitely lose, and the Heavenly Palace would become a laughingstock in the three realms.

In that instant, Jinglei had no choice.

Three bolts of heavenly thunder erupted from the drum, descending from the sky to meet the arrows.

A deafening explosion followed, and the blood-mist arrows turned to ash.

Although the heavenly thunder lost half its power, it did not dissipate completely and continued to descend, heading straight for Fu ling’s forehead.

“This is bad!” Yufeng exclaimed.

Jinyao reacted faster, sending out a wave of divine energy to protect Fu ling.

However, a surge of demonic energy intercepted Jinyao’s divine energy, shattering it and blocking his path.

Jinyao’s expression changed drastically.

The sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard.

No one had expected the Cold Spring Palace’s master to stop Jinyao from saving Fu ling.

In that moment of hesitation, no one could react in time, and they could only watch as the heavenly thunder descended upon Fu ling’s head.

At that critical moment, an immortal sword flew out from the crowd, clashing with the heavenly thunder.

However, the sword’s power was like a firefly trying to outshine the sun compared to the thunder’s might, and it was instantly shattered.

A figure flew out from the immortal ranks, shielding Fu ling with their body and taking the full brunt of the remaining thunder’s power.

Meanwhile, at the Purple Moon Lake in the Unruly City of the demon realm, Bai Shuo, who had been feeling anxious all along, suddenly felt a wave of unease wash over her.

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