If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 1365 The Holy Mountain of the Demonic Sect
The Southern Frontier, where the Demonic Sect is located, and the Baiyue region in the south are both situated at the southernmost tip of the Southern Continent.

The Baiyue were indigenous tribes, ordinary people, living in the plains and forests of the southeast; the demonic cultivators, on the other hand, roamed freely, using the rugged mountain ranges stretching for tens of thousands of miles in the southwest as their stronghold.
When Ying Zheng swept away the man-eating demons of the Southern Continent, he had already established four major military groups in the east, west, south, and north, and the Baiyue army even marched south to occupy Baiyue.

"Back then, the Baiyue Army's hundreds of thousands of soldiers made great efforts and sacrifices to clear out the evil sects and cults in the mountains of southern Xinjiang."

Master Guan looked down at the burned and rotten official road below and said in a complicated tone.

It was already the morning of the second day.

Grand Tutor Yu was fast; he carried him across tens of thousands of miles to the entrance of the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the south.

Below them was a long walkway, but it had long been burned down.

The remaining wooden stakes were as thick as a person could hug, and by this time they had rotted and grown wood ear mushrooms.

To the northeast of the plank road lies the Minzhong region, which is still under the control of the Qin Dynasty; at the other end is the Nanyue region, which is controlled by the Baiyue army.

If we compare it to the map of the Celestial Empire from Xiaoyu's previous life, the Guangdong and Guangxi regions had already become "semi-cultivated land," and the Qin Dynasty had established prefectures and counties there. To the south of Guangdong and Guangxi, the entire South Asia fell under the control of the Baiyue army.

Back then, the land bordered the East China Sea to the east, the South China Sea to the south, and the West China Sea to the west; there was no more land to conquer.

Unfortunately, the Baiyue army betrayed the Qin Dynasty, burning the plank roads to sever ties with the Qin Dynasty, which was only one aspect; Hou Renxiao and Zhao Tuo of the Baiyue army also killed officials sent by the Qin court to Nanyue.

The four main official positions of prefectural governor, prefectural commandant, county magistrate, and county commandant had to be appointed by the central imperial court.

All the county magistrates and prefects appointed by the Xianyang court were killed, and Zhao Tuo and Ren Xiao themselves took on the positions of prefectural commandant. Now that they have rebelled, they certainly won't kill themselves.

"The more outstanding their achievements were in their early years, the greater the damage they will do to the court when they betray the Qin Dynasty."

Their remarkable achievements stemmed from their formidable military strength. This strength, in turn, came from soldiers and resources, all of which were extracted by the imperial court from the Central Plains.

How much money and grain did the imperial court spend on the expedition against the Baiyue?
"We haven't received a single bit of feedback; it's all been wasted," sighed Grand Tutor Yu.

Master Guan asked, "Grand Tutor, would you like to go and see Ren Xiao?"

Grand Tutor Yu shook his head and said, "Today is only for entering the demonic path, nothing else."

Earlier, when she was preparing to reconstruct the Baiyue land veins, she did have the idea of ​​regaining control of the Baiyue army.

Now, flying all the way here, I see that the former plank roads and official roads have long been completely abandoned, and have been abandoned for more than ten years. How much manpower and resources would it take to rebuild more than two thousand miles of wasteland and swamp?
At this moment, even her desire to reconstruct the Baiyue landforms has faded.

The struggle for supremacy in the Central Plains has reached a critical juncture; it would be a waste of time and energy to squander it on this desolate land.

"Let's go, let's go to the Holy Mountain of the Demonic Sect."

Grand Master Yu rode on auspicious clouds, leading Master Guan southwest into the vast mountains.

Southern Xinjiang was indeed a treacherous place. After flying less than two hundred miles, they encountered a miasma of peach blossoms.

Pink miasma enveloped an area of ​​four or five hundred miles, and its malevolent aura soared into the sky, even disturbing the clouds in the middle realm.

Of course, the southern mountains are barren and the earth's veins are scarce, so no immortal sects have built blessed lands or grotto-heavens nearby, leaving the middle realm empty and desolate. Even though miasma rushed into the middle realm, it didn't really affect anyone.

Or rather, it is precisely because of the harsh environment here that even the Middle Realm is affected, that no immortals have been able to create a blessed land in the Southern Frontier.

Grand Master Yu did not avoid the miasma, and flew straight into it with Master Guan. Wherever they passed, the miasma, fog and peach blossom evil energy actively parted to both sides.

It was as if Moses had parted the seas, a magnificent and awe-inspiring event.

"Which brat dares to force his way into the Ancestor's Black Dragon Pool?"

After flying less than fifty miles, a ten-zhang-long black python suddenly flew out from a muddy swamp in the ground, with a fierce-looking bald fat monk standing on its head.

"Whoosh!"

The clever sword flew over like lightning, arriving in front of the fat monk, and transformed into a sword aura that was a hundred feet long and ten feet high.

"Pfft!" Fat Monk and his black python pet were shredded into a bloody mist, and only one of their souls was brought to Grand Tutor Yu by a flying sword.

While Yu Taishi continued to chat idly with Guan Zhenren, he secretly used his mind-reading ability to probe the mind of the fat monk.

Within two or three minutes, she revealed a disdainful expression, unleashed a ball of evil fire, burning the fat monk's spirit into an ordinary dead soul, and then activated the Demon Eye: Purgatory, directly sending the fellow to the underworld.

If he should go to Fengdu, then let the underworld messengers take him; she was too lazy to stay where she was and wait for the underworld messengers to come looking for her.

Thinking of Fengdu Underworld, Grand Tutor Yu immediately remembered another matter, "Master Guan, after the earthquake in Fengdu Underworld, did you go to see the Emperor of Fengdu?"

Master Guan sighed and said, "I went, but the Emperor of Fengdu didn't see me and ignored me."

I slunk away from Fengdu Underworld and returned to the Imperial Observatory. A few days later, a familiar Judge Luo approached me and hinted that the humiliation suffered by the Grand Commandant last time was purely accidental. The laws of Fengdu Underworld are strict, and no living person will be allowed to enter the Underworld again to harass or oppress the souls of the dead.

Grand Tutor Yu sighed, "It seems that Mount Luofeng is indeed sturdy enough. You can go after the Lantern Festival; you don't need to go in person."

Send any random messenger or official to deliver a letter to the judge of Fengdu.

If the meaning has been conveyed, that's fine.

Anyway, there are no villages inhabited by the people of Qin near Luofeng Mountain.

"Yes, tell them that a major earthquake of the Xuan level will occur in February, and warn them to be on guard."

Master Guan exclaimed in surprise, "Didn't Judge Luo make a guarantee?"

Grand Tutor Yu said calmly, "What did Judge Luo guarantee? He said the law is strict, but that's just empty talk."

Besides, what kind of person is he? Does he have the right to make guarantees to me or to the Chinese government? What a piece of trash!

Please note that after the Fengdu earthquake, you do not need to inquire about the situation.

Anyway, Luo Fengshan is tough, let them enjoy it!

Huang Feihu will be grateful to them, and the people of China will also be grateful to them.

Master Guan said worriedly, "The Emperor of Fengdu is not someone to be trifled with. Judge Luo's position is not low either. He came to me, gave me a hint, and the meaning was clear enough."

Grand Master Yu sighed, "With the wisdom of a true man, how could he not guess the thoughts and methods of the ghosts and gods of Fengdu?"

How dare a mere dynasty on the verge of collapse threaten them with an earthquake?

They were seething with hatred, their hearts burning with rage.

They're just giving me excuses now. Once our people fall into the underworld again, they'll punish them severely, but they'll keep the news from us.

Sigh, I don't want the Emperor of Fengdu to come over here and kneel under the Qin Dynasty's dragon flag to repent.

All I want is for him to give me a public guarantee.

Given his status, he made a promise that is witnessed by heaven and earth, by gods and men. Even if he feels resentful and angry, it is only directed at me and he will not secretly humiliate the souls of the cultivators of Great Qin.

That's enough.

Guan Zhenren was not stupid; upon hearing this, he agreed with her judgment.

He couldn't help but worry even more, "What if the Emperor of Fengdu still refuses to compromise?"

Grand Tutor Yu said, "At this point, he already despises me, and if given the chance, he will not let me go."

This means he has no more cards to play, while I can keep adding to my bets before I suffer the consequences.

He's not afraid of a magnitude 3 earthquake?
Sure, next time I'll stage a major earthquake and turn Luofeng Mountain upside down.

Even a sub-earthquake won't break it? Fine, I'll admit it's tough! I'll put in a little more effort and use a 'heaven-level' earthquake to turn Fengdu Underworld into a frying pan.

Still not convinced at the Heavenly level?
There are also four more levels, the Primordial Universe and the Chaos, waiting for you!
A massive earthquake transformed Luofeng Mountain into a vast sea, becoming part of the North Sea. Is the Great Emperor of Fengdu satisfied with this?

Grand Tutor Yu snorted and said disdainfully, "Someone wearing shoes dares to argue with me, who's barefoot? Is your brain in the soles of your feet?"

Guan Zhenren was speechless and felt fear.

—Master Yu has gone mad.

But when he thought of her conquering the heavens on a dragon, he quickly calmed down.

Others may think she's crazy, but she's actually the most composed person. Yes, that must be it. The Grand Tutor is confident and has everything under control.

At this moment, Xiangyun led the two into a thick white fog, and another angry shout came.

"Hey, where did this little thief come from, daring to trespass on my Fulong Mountain? Look for—"

"Pfft!"

Flying swords sever heads, fiery flames burn away spirits, and demonic eyes send souls to the underworld.

The entire sequence of movements was executed flawlessly, making Guan Zhenren's eyelids twitch.

A moment later, auspicious clouds burst into another protective mountain array, shouting, "Which fellow Daoist has mistakenly trespassed on my Old Crow Mountain—"

"Pfft!"

Master Guan couldn't hold back any longer, "Aren't we going to the Holy Mountain of the Demonic Sect? Why does it seem like Grand Tutor is deliberately picking a fight with evil spirits?"

“You yourself said they are demons and monsters. I, the Grand Tutor, have come here and even seen them from afar. How can I feel at ease if I don’t cut them down with my sword?” said Grand Tutor Yu.

As they flew, she used her magic eyes to observe the weather in the mountains. When she encountered places where demonic energy, evil energy, malevolent energy, or demonic energy gathered, she would immediately drift over.

A murderous intent arose, and the sword flashed coldly; with a skillful strike, a head was severed.

Since arriving in the southern border region, we flew for three or four hours, traveled more than 12,000 miles through many twists and turns, beheaded 300 "Centered Demons", and wiped out the entire "Centered Demon" family, totaling no less than 5,000 people!
Well, compared to the group of old demons like the Bewitching Venerable, the demons and monsters in the mountains of Southern Xinjiang at this time are at most "medium demons," not even worthy of being called "great demons."

If it is just a solitary "monster" or "demon," Qiaoshi Sword is as fast as lightning, cutting off the head and taking away the spirit.

If the "Central Demon" establishes a mountain, gathers like-minded people, and recruits many disciples, the Qiaoshi Sword will transform into a ten-zhang giant sword, unleashing millions of sword energies to annihilate all the demons and evil spirits on the mountain and in the caves.

"Alas, only a hundred years have passed, and the Southern Frontier is once again teeming with demons," Guan Zhenren lamented.

Grand Master Yu said, "Many of them are related to the thirty-six demonic sects of the former Southern Frontier."

They're all coming back to act as scouts.

If we don't clean up regularly, those demonic elders, demon emperors, and demon lords who fled overseas will eventually return quietly.

She used her telepathic abilities to read the memories of the dead, and found that 90% of the 300 "possessed demons" who were killed were third or fourth generation disciples of the demonic sect.

Well, the Bewitching Venerable is considered the first generation, and his disciple, the Purple-Haired Demon Venerable, is considered the second generation.

Among the demons she killed, five were even disciples or nephews of the Purple-Haired Demon Lord.

Master Guan said, "If the late emperor were still alive, the 500,000-strong Baiyue army would still be obedient, and there certainly wouldn't be so many demonic sects in the Southern Frontier at this time."

Grand Tutor Yu said, "The Baiyue army alone could never have swept across the southern border. There must have been a great immortal who helped us back then. Who was it?"

Master Guan hesitated for a moment, “They don’t want to be disturbed, and they especially hate having any further connection with the Qin Dynasty.”

Grand Tutor Yu said irritably, "Do you think I'd be shameless enough to go to them?"

Master Guan shook his head and said, "Their relationship with the late emperor and with the Qin Dynasty is rather complicated."

I don't know where to begin, nor do I know whether it's good or bad to talk about their secrets behind their backs.

"Ying Zheng already threw the Cosmic Edge at me, what's there to be afraid of?" Grand Tutor Yu said.

Master Guan hesitated for a moment before saying, "At its peak, the Great Qin Dynasty had eight Great Luo Golden Immortals!"

He is a true Grand Luo Golden Immortal, not a quasi-Grand Luo like Fuqiu Gong. Back then, Fuqiu Gong could only serve as the head of the Divine Beast Division in the Imperial Observatory!

Those eight Great Luo Immortals relied on the fortune of the Great Qin Dynasty to attain enlightenment, but later became mortal enemies with the late emperor.

He switched to speaking in secret, saying, "It's not an exaggeration to say they betrayed the Qin court. I've also heard that the late emperor cursed them and even killed one or two of the Great Luo Golden Immortals. Sigh, knowing such taboo things is really no good."

Grand Tutor Yu clicked his tongue in amazement, "There are actually eight Great Luo Immortals, and Ying Zheng is so strong that he could kill one or two of them? Are you just bragging for your former master?"

Now that she has encountered a powerful immortal, she is doomed.

Master Guan said solemnly, "Don't think that just because you dodged the late emperor's cosmic blade, the late emperor was nothing special."

As the Grand Tutor said, when the late emperor faced you, he must have been very conflicted and his killing intent was not firm.

Moreover, he has been dead for many years; the authority of the emperor belongs only to 'humans,' not to 'ghosts'!

"What are the identities and names of those eight Great Luo Immortals?" Grand Tutor Yu asked.

Master Guan whispered, "There's the Kunlun cultivator 'Lord Nanshan,' the Wei state man who attained enlightenment during the Eastern Zhou period 'Uncle Wei,' and the Scarlet Moon Fairy of the Guanghan Palace in the North Sea."

The sacred mountain of the Demonic Sect is an active volcano.

It wasn't too high, probably around 2,000 zhang, or 6,000 to 7,000 meters. In the mountains of southern Xinjiang, peaks of 30,000 to 40,000 meters are also common, and Xiaoyu encountered seven or eight majestic peaks of hundreds of thousands of meters along the way.

Among such a vast and boundless mountain range, the Holy Mountain of the Demonic Sect is truly inconspicuous.

Moreover, although it is an active volcano, it is like a chimney, constantly emitting smoke and spewing sparks from time to time, and it does not erupt magnificent lava that can change the topography.

From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, one can still see large areas of ruins and broken walls, with piles of rocks partially burying white bones.

"There was once a magnificent city here, a 'sacred domain' of the Demonic Sect, with a permanent population of at least 150,000, all of whom cultivated demonic arts."

Even if it's not a demonic art that grants immortality, it's still a demonic art within the realm of martial arts.

It is said that the 'Holy Realm' existed for billions of years, but was ultimately destroyed by my Great Qin.

Master Guan sighed, but his face showed pride. "Not only were all the humans and animals wiped out, but the land was also stripped of its magic, its roots severed."

On that day, all the Xuanmen sects in Shenzhou mobilized, gathering ten thousand cultivators to form the 'Ten Thousand Immortals Formation'.

Grand Tutor, look at the ground. It's overgrown with weeds and shaded by green trees.

There was even a mountain spirit hiding behind a broken wall to the west, spying on us.

This ordinary mountain scenery was unimaginable in the past.

In the past, the surrounding area was a barren land, devoid of any vegetation.

Even in broad daylight, the sky was dark and gloomy, with dark clouds obscuring the sun and moon. Streamer-like demonic energy emerged from the earth, flashing with blood-red light, and danced in the air.

Several demonic cultivators surrounded the magic ribbon, drawing magic power from it to enhance their cultivation.

There were also demonic cultivators who escorted large numbers of native warriors, slit their necks, and used their blood and souls to irrigate this demonic land.

The souls of the natives who die here are unable to enter the underworld, unable to reincarnate, and are forever condemned to the demonic realm.

(End of this chapter)