Lu Wenchang sighed and said, "Dongsheng Shenzhou also has people living in misery; it’s not as glamorous as you’ve heard."
He had traveled through Dongsheng Shenzhou and therefore knew that where there is light, there is darkness, and there are pitiful people everywhere.
Upon hearing this, Liu Yiyi’s face showed a sorrowful expression. She felt like this world was a cage, and she herself was a bird trapped within it, unable to be free, which made her very frustrated.
"Then why did you co back? If it were , I would rather stay there. What’s so good about Luzhou in the North?" Liu Yiyi asked, puzzled.
After all, compared to the chaotic and difficult life in Luzhou in the North, which may even be suppressed by the Heavenly Court, life in Dongsheng Shenzhou seed more comfortable.
Of course, this would be predicated on being able to hide one’s identity well, which didn’t seem to be a problem at all for Lu Wenchang.
Anyone who saw him would subconsciously regard him as a true scholar.
"I traveled thousands of miles to study, not for myself. My fellow clansn are still suffering; how could I stay there and enjoy peace."
"So I chose to co back, back to this land that gave birth to and nurtured . With my own hands, I want to change it. I believe that one day, the people of the Demon Clan in Luzhou in the North will also be able to live a good life, no longer wandering and suffering from hunger and cold."
In this mont, he seed to radiate a brilliant light, making people involuntarily glance his way.
That strength from deep within his heart intoxicated Liu Yiyi as she gazed at his resolute eyes. The woman subconsciously raised her delicate hand, wanting to gently touch those clear and steadfast eyes.
"Lady Yi Yi?" Lu Wenchang didn’t know why the girl in front of him was behaving like this, and with no experience in romance, he hastily dodged.
Seeing his reaction, Liu Yiyi’s cheeks turned red, and she said softly, "Your eyes are really beautiful."
"Ah! Are they?" Lu Wenchang said, feeling a bit awkward and avoiding her gaze.
He thought the woman in front of him was really good, not only beautiful, but also possessing a spirit unwilling to accept fate. To soone eager to change the status quo, such a spirit could evoke a feeling of shared purpose.
As the two continued their exchange, they both felt a sense of regret for not having t sooner, oblivious to the passage of ti.
Down below, Lin Fang was all ears eavesdropping on their conversation, yawning—these two were really dragging things out. And Lu Wenchang, what a blockhead he was.
Looking down, the lavish spread of dishes that had co up was now more than half-eaten by Feng Jiu, who seed to have an insatiable appetite.
Sensing Lin Fang’s gaze, Feng Jiu looked up at him with a sweet smile, and then continued to battle with the feast on the table.
"You keep eating; I’m going to look for soone to trouble." Lin Fang said, gently stroking Feng Jiu’s head.
With so ti on his hands, it was a good opportunity to look for that big black bear.
He quietly stepped out of the Qianjin Pavilion, still able to hear the voices inside.
In the darkness, a burly monster revealed its ferocious face, its eyes glinting red as it nacingly stared at Lin Fang, "Boy, you’ve got so nerve, daring to co out at this ti."
The Bashan Tiger said with a cold laugh, implying that had Lin Fang hidden in the Qianjin Pavilion for a while, perhaps he would have grown impatient and left.
Lin Fang dug at his ear, speaking in a particularly vicious tone, "I can feel your killing intent from miles away, and it’s just irritating. It’d be better to deal with you quickly and then go back to sleep well."
The contempt in his words was clear for all to see, which made the huge black bear howl in rage. He had road these parts for many years and had never suffered such humiliation.
With a roar, he lunged at Lin Fang, but the scenery before his eyes shifted and he found himself in a strange place that seed to be a spacious training ground.
Opposite him was a little monster that looked like a small cat, gazing at him with an excited face.
"Where is this? And who are you?" the big black bear asked, sowhat astonished.
The Bashan Tiger looked at his opponent, his eyes full of excitent. He had practiced ascetic cultivation, but in this area, apart from the Butterfly Demons, who were not adept at fighting, there were very few others he could defeat.
Especially after seeing You Lan and the Tree Demon Spirit’s strength soar under Hu Er’s guidance, he who feared being outclassed, had no choice but to seek Lin Fang in the hope of gaining real combat experience.
That was the reason for the big black bear’s presence.
"You are the big black bear, very well, prepare to face defeat!" Bashan Tiger shouted with full vigor.
"Where did this little squirt co from? He really has a death wish." The big black bear, looking at the fight-hungry Bashan Tiger, comnted with great surprise.
This little monster was completely unknown, yet it dared to challenge him, a Demon King; it truly was courting death. If he had not entered this place under strange circumstances, wary of any mishaps, he would have killed this little creature at first sight.
Now provoked by the Bashan Tiger’s challenging words, his anger beca uncontrollable.
He swung his fists and attacked Bashan Tiger.
However, in Bashan Tiger’s eyes, there was not a trace of fear. He was no longer that little demon that used to tremble in fear.
Having journeyed with Lin Fang, he had experienced countless hardships and faced many formidable enemies, dealt with the Buddhist Sect, and survived life and death situations. He had utterly transford.
The reason why his true ability had not been revealed was simply because Lin Fang and his group were exceptionally strong, and among the forces of the Three Realms, they were among the mightiest. In comparison, he seed relatively weak.
Now facing the big black bear, Bashan Tiger saw nothing but weaknesses all over his opponent’s body.
The Curved Blade in his hand traced a bizarre arc, aiming for a swift strike at the wrist of the big black bear.
The Demon King was shocked, unable to see how the little creature had moved so fast, how the sinister Curved Blade had appeared so close to his wrist without him noticing at all.
The sharp blade edge glead with a faint ghostly light under the moon, informing him that it was no ordinary weapon. If it were to strike him, he could very well lose his wrist.
In desperation, he perford a donkey roll, tumbling on the ground and narrowly avoiding the terrifying attack.
That alone was enough for the big black bear to shed all underestimation of his opponent. This little demon was indeed tricky, and his Curved Blade was troubleso. If he were not careful, he could actually die here.
Recognizing this, he dared not be careless; his aura markedly intensified as powerful demonic power surged out of him, his muscles bulging. With a roar that shook the heavens, his cry swept around, stirring the fallen leaves into a frenzied dance in the air.
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