A voice echoed.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, a fierce gale rose from flat ground, sweeping up the prayer beads glowing with golden light into the sky.
"Who goes there?!"
Liao Jue was startled and quickly raised his head to look upward.
He saw a massive bird blocking the sun in the clear sky. The wind surged, and in its place descended a white-clad youth, floating gracefully from above. His long hair flew in the wind, a sword strapped to his back — appearing as if an Immortal from the heavens had arrived.
"An Immortal!"
"The Sword Immortal! The Sword Immortal is here!"
"It must be the two heartless demon monks trying to kill Mrs. Wul. Surely the Heavenly Emperor couldn’t bear it and sent the Sword Immortal to save her!"
...
The villagers all around watched the white-clad swordsman descend from the sky, their faces flushed with excitent as if witnessing the arrival of a True Immortal.
Like a tidal wave, they began chanting loudly, and soon they all rushed to bow to the ground.
Rustle!
In monts, a large crowd was kneeling.
Only Liao Jue and Liao Tong, the two monks in the center, remained standing, their faces alternating between green and pale, looking utterly miserable.
Mrs. Wul, Hu Hongi, on the other hand, seed relieved. Her wrinkled face showed joy as she adjusted her clothing, stepped forward, and bowed deeply to the white-clad swordsman. Respectfully, she said, "Thank you for saving my life, Mr. Jin!"
"Mm."
The white-clad swordsman responded indifferently, without even glancing at Hu Hongi.
Hu Hongi didn’t mind.
Her heart grew even steadier.
She had heard stories about this "Mr. Jin" before — his disposition is always taciturn. However, he was a disciple of Immortal Chen from Baozhi Forest, and his skills were unmatched in the entire ishan Prefecture. Alongside seven other Demon Kings of ishan Prefecture, they were collectively known as the "Eight Great Kings."
Known as the "Golden Eagle King," he was fad for his chivalry.
Soone like her, an old fox demon who rely raised a family, could never compare.
’Jin Shenggu’ had a treasured sword strapped to his back and prayer beads in his hand. His eyes, sharp like an eagle’s, fixed upon the two monks, and he declared coldly, "The matter’s serious. You two will co with ."
With that said,
he glanced at Hu Hongi.
Hu Hongi imdiately understood and replied quickly, "Please wait a mont, my lord."
She turned and headed into the house.
Shortly after, she ca out carrying two sets of shackles and chains, tossing them in front of Liao Jue and Liao Tong.
"Such arrogance!"
"A re Golden Eagle dares to humiliate us like this?!"
Liao Jue and Liao Tong, faced with Jin Shenggu’s utterly domineering attitude of wanting them to surrender without resistance, felt insulted and enraged — their fury was volcanic.
But upon seeing the prayer beads in Jin Shenggu’s hand,
and recalling how effortlessly the Golden Light Spell had been broken by a gust of wind earlier, they hesitated to retaliate.
As for running away—
"The Golden Eagle is known for his unmatched speed; escaping is out of the question!"
After venting their anger,
the two monks could only wallow in misery, feeling like they’d run into the worst luck. Clearly, they had intended to deal with a re Little Demon, but they’d sohow stumbled into a deadly encounter.
After weighing their options and noticing Jin Shenggu’s piercing gaze and the ominous aura emanating from the sword on his back,
"Forget it!"
"Forget it!"
They finally yielded, wisely cooperating and obediently putting on the shackles and chains, avoiding instant death. They realized that Jin Shenggu was waiting for them to resist — his killing intent overflowed; he was itching for an excuse to strike. They couldn’t give him one.
As Liao Jue put on the shackles, he shouted loudly, "My master has ties to Baozhi Forest! I demand to see Senior Chen!"
When there’s no trouble, it’s "Demon Chen."
When trouble arises, it’s "Senior."
Hu Hongi inwardly scoffed, and Jin Shenggu didn’t even bother acknowledging Liao Jue.
"Mr. Jin."
"Sister Hongi."
The two monks were captured and left ignored. At that mont, a young man in a green robe erged from the distance, his figure shrouded as if in mist. Bowing politely to Jin Shenggu and Hu Hongi, he greeted them.
Most people wouldn’t see through him, but Liao Jue and Liao Tong didn’t even need their Heavenly Eyes to recognize—
This youth was evidently a ghost with shallow Daoist cultivation.
"Fox demon."
"Bird demon."
"Ghost."
Liao Jue and Liao Tong exchanged glances of despair, their hearts filled with bitterness and deep regret: "We’ve blundered into a den of demon monsters!"
But alas, there’s no dicine for regret.
The arrival didn’t know what the two monks were thinking. In a few strides, he entered the scene.
The newcor was none other than Wang Liulang, who lived by Pi River.
Wang Liulang had drowned in the river long ago and had been trapped there ever since, unable to move on.
Usually, only when soone else drowned in the river and beca a ghost could Wang Liulang escape. But his nature was kind — whenever soone fell into the water, he would help rather than harm them.
And so, he remained in Pi River for over a century.
Forty years ago, Immortal Chen ca to Pi River and ordered a notorious criminal who had plagued several prefectures to be drowned in the river, finally allowing Wang Liulang to be freed.
From that day on,
Wang Liulang remained by Pi River, making a dilapidated temple his ho and assisting villagers and travelers, as well as voluntarily taking on the role of overseer for drowned ghosts of criminals.
Over ti,
the villagers mistakenly believed that the River God of Pi River had manifested and sculpted a clay figure of Wang Liulang, building a River God Temple for him.
Wang Liulang was both surprised and delighted.
From then on, he worked even harder.
In his spare ti, he wandered to seek out three to five friends among spirit monsters and wandering ghosts for conversation.
This ti, he had co to visit Mrs. Wul.
But unexpectedly, he happened upon this commotion.
Wang Liulang recognized Jin Shenggu’s identity and, out of admiration for Immortal Chen, felt both fondness and respect for Chen’s prized pupil. He quickly offered, "Mr. Jin, Sixth would be honored to escort these two demon monks for you!"
"No need."
Jin Shenggu shook his head.
Wang Liulang blinked and was about to persist.
Suddenly, two crane birds flew in from the heavens, transforming mid-air into two n — one dressed in black, the other in white, both with sharp faces and pointed chins, appearing strange.
"My lord."
They bowed deeply to Jin Shenggu with utmost respect, then took hold of the shackles attached to the monks’ chains and began leading them away.
"So the two Generals have arrived as well."
Wang Liulang recognized them as the "Black and White Generals," subordinates of the Golden Eagle King.
Slapping his forehead,
he couldn’t help but chuckle.
If Mr. Jin was here, how could his Generals be absent? The Golden Eagle King’s speed must have simply outpaced the arrival of the two Generals.
"Two more!"
Liao Jue and Liao Tong’s souls sank to the ground. Their hearts filled with despair, yet they also felt relief at not having dared to resist earlier.
With his subordinates present,
Jin Shenggu didn’t linger in the scene. He leapt skyward, transforming into a Golden Eagle and soaring into the sky.
The Black and White Generals respectfully escorted the two monks, walking steadily in the direction of the county seat.
Hu Hongi and Wang Liulang watched them depart.
Only when they had disappeared,
did Hu Hongi release her Illusion Technique.
The villagers around awoke from their daze, looked up, and saw only Mrs. Wul standing alone, with no trace of the Sword Immortal’s figure.
...
Dai County.
Baozhi Forest.
It had been sixty-five years since the once-small Baozhi Forest had transford into the dominant force over both black and white factions in ishan Prefecture.
In Dai County, their territory was fortified and impenetrable.
Among the renowned Eight Great Kings of ishan Prefecture, three had pledged allegiance to Baozhi Forest and followed Immortal Chen wholeheartedly.
The original plot of Baozhi Forest remained,
but the surrounding courtyards had been purchased and expanded six to seven tis over.
The front housed physicians attending to patients, the middle served as residences for Baozhi Forest doctors, martial masters, and apprentices, while the back beca the abode of Immortal Chen — master of White Jade City and patron of Baozhi Forest.
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