Mountain and River Festival

Chapter 383 Battle of the Holy Mountain
On the other side of the Demon City, in the residential area of ​​the high-ranking officials and nobles in Feilong Cliff, chaos had already broken out.

Sheng Yuanyao kicked over the Longyan family general who came to stop her, and a group of Daqian soldiers pounced into the demon prime minister's house like wolves and tigers.

This was an unprecedented feat in the history of both countries. Even historians a thousand years later, they still couldn't understand how the envoy of the Great Qian Dynasty could be so arrogant in the Demon Capital.

But this is an event recorded in both sides' historical records, and the two corroborate each other, so it seems to be true no matter how you look at it...

The truth is that each side was making preparations to counter the other's strength, and neither side noticed that there was an army available here. Not only was it available, but there was absolutely no possibility that it was "colluding with the enemy."

After Long Yun and Long Lie's house was raided, Chen Yu, who was in Long Yun's house, was successfully found and handed over to A Nuo. Sheng Yuanyao, carrying a bunch of Long Lie's unrequited love letters to their empress, happily got the first scoop. After that, she went straight to the Prime Minister Long Yan's house.

Long Yan himself was still besieging Longya with his troops, and his family only had some guards and retainers. How could they possibly stop Sheng Yuanyao and a group of fierce generals from the Great Qian who had been on the battlefield?
By the time the police station sent men to stop them, the Prime Minister's residence had already been demolished, and the treasures that the Daqian delegation carried out of the Prime Minister's house, box after box, dazzled the people of the city.

In addition, there were also some letters.

Although both Longyan and Holy Mountain used magical artifacts for communication, the spies from various races lacked that level of expertise, and many had to communicate by letter. As a crucial tool for controlling all parties afterward, these artifacts wouldn't be easily destroyed; copying them would expose the entire operation.

Sheng Yuanyao unfolded the letter and read it aloud: "Since the Dragon Emperor is injured, our clan will rise up in three days. We hope that the Prime Minister will delay the Dragon Emperor's support. If you can inform us of the Dragon Clan's army's movements in detail, that would be the best outcome. Please convey this to the Holy Buddha: our Peng Clan will forever be the Garuda Tribe."

"On the day of Jia Shen, the flames of war broke out among the ten clans. The witch was already wounded and could do nothing."

The entire street was completely silent; the soldiers and civilians of the city were all stunned.

"I, the Emperor, have established the Great Qian Dynasty... uh..." Sheng Yuanyao hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not read it aloud in public. Somewhat embarrassed, she put away the letter from Gu Zhanting.

The soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty all turned their heads away.

Emperor Qian colluded with the Prime Minister of the Demon Realm to instigate rebellions among various races within the Demon Realm, which seems perfectly reasonable from the perspective of the Great Qian Dynasty. But what are people doing now...? Something's a bit strange.

But speaking of the Dragon Emperor, she is really strong. There was a traitor among the prime ministers, and there was also a traitor among the generals of her own clan. Rebellions were rising everywhere outside, and the Southern Great Qian was eyeing her covetously... Under such circumstances, she still managed to sweep away and quell the rebellions within ten years, and also recovered from her injuries.

It was for this reason that they lost a hundred miles of border territory, which brought glory to the Huo family... Looking at it this way, the Huo family's glory was completely unearned. The Dragon Emperor had no interest in them at all, and there was even a traitor working on their behalf.

If she had paid any attention to it, wouldn't it have been snatched back?

Is General Sheng going to steal this person's man?
"Never mind." Sheng Yuanyao, oblivious to the sympathy she received, became even more excited: "Stuff these spoils into the ring, give the letter to Xiao Liang. This place is too complicated; it's not something we Daqian people should get involved in. Let's go!"

Judging from the letters, there were quite a few tribes colluding with the Prime Minister. Besides those that were quelled in the past ten years, there were many others that had not yet come to light. Most of them were tribes that had been misled and deceived under the guise of "Buddhism," as well as some tribes whose illegitimate children had seized high positions.

The situation here is very complicated. Using the excuse that she might be killed, Sheng Yuanyao led her people to leave the capital.

In reality, they would never return... At this time, Long Qinghuang had no mind to pay attention to them. As long as they left the Demon Capital, dispersed into smaller groups, and disguised themselves, no one could find this delegation, and they would return home safely in no time.

As for those letters, consider them the last act of goodwill left for the Dragon Emperor. How the Dragon Emperor handles the letters is her choice.

Lu Xingzhou has even arranged everyone's evacuation. Hopefully, nothing unexpected will happen on Mount Sheng.

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At first glance, it seems something unexpected has indeed happened on the Holy Mountain side.

Although the dragon warriors believed that His Majesty had made arrangements at Dragon Cliff and wouldn't be directly wiped out by Dragon Flame, so they didn't have many worries, this witchcraft targeting the dragon race made everyone very uncomfortable. They didn't even have the strength to grab Dragon Cloud, who was right next to them, let alone fight a fierce battle.

The sacred mountain's array was activated, and countless monks poured out of the temple.

As a sacred mountain in the demon realm, although its overall strength cannot compare with that of a kingdom, it is still at the level of a top sect. Back then, it was able to compete with the Tianyao Holy Land.

If the level of skill is truly comparable to that of yesteryear, this battle will be even more difficult.

Unfortunately, they were defeated by the Tianyao Holy Land, and the Holy Mountain suffered heavy casualties, never recovering its strength. Even those from the ancient realms who have secretly crossed over dare to attack, and even Si Han dares to stroll around the streets.

This is also why, over the past ten years, the Holy Mountain has been secretly causing trouble while Long Qinghuang was injured, but they haven't been able to do so openly—because their strength is also lacking. From this perspective, it seems Long Qinghuang still has to kowtow to Ye Tinglan.

At this moment, although there are many monks, there is actually only one newly entered Super Grade Pudu, two or three First Grade old monks, and the total number of Upper Grade monks is less than the number of Upper Grade monks in the Dragon Clan Imperial Guard.

But at this moment, the dragon race has been affected by witchcraft, and their combat power has plummeted!

Pudu instructed the monks to break through the three hundred imperial guards, then charged forward himself. A golden light from a Buddhist seal struck Long Qinghuang's back, and at the same time, he shouted sharply, "Long Yun! What are you still standing there for! If you admit defeat now, do you think she'll spare your entire clan later!"

Having his rebellion exposed in front of everyone, Long Yun, who had lost the will to resist due to Long Qinghuang's accumulated power, suddenly looked up and discovered that he was not affected by witchcraft!
That do-or-die mentality resurfaced—what does it matter if we're exposed? Maybe we can really achieve our goal in one fell swoop. If the dragons are not convinced, we can just become a puppet emperor with the support of the Holy Mountain!
With a roar, Long Yun's listless figure suddenly swelled up, and his first-grade peak Divine Might Dragon Fist slammed heavily into Long Qinghuang's heart.

Disappointment was evident in Long Qinghuang's eyes.

She actually softened for a moment and considered sparing his entire family.

With a gentle lift of her jade-like hand, the howling dragon fist was casually held in her grasp, unable to advance an inch.

At the same time, the long-legged man spun around and kicked out, slamming into the Buddha's light that was spreading behind him.

The sound of the Buddha's light shattering could almost be heard, along with the screams of pain as Long Yun's fist bones were being crushed.

Pudu and Longyun were both shocked: "How come you're alright!"

"I have something to say." Long Qinghuang said calmly, "Your witchcraft has worked on me... but unfortunately, even if it has worked, I will still kill you."

"Bang!" Pudu was sent flying several miles away, crashing heavily onto the sacred mountain and collapsing a section of the mountainside.

Long Yun's hand was broken off, and his screams were deafening.

"Boom!" A burst of dragon power erupted around Long Qinghuang, and several old monks who had attempted to launch a sneak attack coughed up blood and staggered back.

The temple was suddenly illuminated by the light of an array, and a huge swastika descended from the sky, pressing down on Long Qinghuang.

Pudu burst out from the mountain wall and attacked Long Qinghuang's back again. Long Lie and the other fierce generals were not feeling well and could only watch helplessly as their Dragon Emperor displayed his divine power, fighting against many opponents single-handedly.

Lu Xingzhou and A Nuo had already ridden their pigs far away, took out their dragon bones, and secretly cast a spell.

He might not be able to undo the entire dragon race's witchcraft, but he could intervene slightly, allowing the stronger dragons like Long Lie to recover some of their fighting strength, thus providing a small assistance. Furthermore, he could completely remove the effects on Long Qinghuang, whose influence was already minimal.

With this arrangement, the balance of victory should be set.

Anuo watched as Lu Xingzhou finished his spell, and seeing that he still didn't move, she whispered, "Master?"

Lu Xingzhou absentmindedly hummed in response.

"Didn't you say this is the time for us to leave?" A'nuo said, "You said that Long Qinghuang will definitely win and we don't need to worry about her anymore. At this time, Long Qinghuang can't be distracted. We should take this opportunity to leave directly, change our appearance and head south. She won't be able to find us."

Lu Xingzhou said in a low voice, "I'm uneasy because I'm not sure if Yuan Yao and the delegation have successfully evacuated. How can I just leave like that?"

Ah Nuo said, "You clearly said that even if Sister Yao can't leave, Sister Long from the official delegation won't detain her, so it's meaningless for her."

Lu Xingzhou said, "What if?"

A'nuo remained silent. In truth, both of them knew that Long Qinghuang, as an emperor, would never detain a legitimate delegation. Even if she did, forcing Lu Xingzhou to return would be pointless. What she wanted was for Lu Xingzhou to stay with peace of mind, not to be forced.

His heart isn't here; what's the point of forcing him to stay?
It would not harm the delegation, causing them to become completely estranged from Lu Xingzhou, leaving no possibility of reconciliation.

Therefore, the delegation is definitely safe. In fact, Long Qinghuang might even be hoping that Sheng Yuanyao would leave quickly, and wouldn't arrange for anyone to intercept her.

This is probably the best opportunity to leave; if you miss this chance, you'll never have another one.

Lu Xingzhou had even written a farewell letter and tucked it under his pillow... He had anticipated everything perfectly, but hesitated at the last minute. A'nuo rubbed his pig head, unable to figure it out.

“I’m always uneasy,” Lu Xingzhou said in a low voice. “There’s something that should be there in this whole chain of logic, but it hasn’t shown up yet.”

Ah Nuo asked curiously, "What?"

“That cuckoo, the former high priest,” Lu Xingzhou murmured. “If we don’t find out where he is, even if Long Qinghuang wins, she may have to pay a heavy price.”

Ah Nu blinked: "What does Master plan to do?"

Lu Xingzhou's gaze fell on the depths of the sacred mountain temple, and he muttered to himself, "There must be something fishy going on in these mountains... If Long Qinghuang isn't careful, Pudu might feign defeat and lure her deeper into the mountains..."

Just as she was thinking this, the spell had already taken effect. Long Qinghuang felt a sudden relief from the pressure and grabbed Long Yun's neck, turning his head 360 degrees with a "crack".

Long Yun's eyes widened, and regret finally appeared in them: "I...shouldn't have..."

Long Qinghuang had no time to listen to his repentance. With another dragon tail swing, she kicked Pudu away, sending him flying.

Pudu turned around in mid-air and flew away into the mountains.

Long Qinghuang shot forward, chasing after him.

"Wait a minute!" Almost instinctively, Lu Xingzhou stomped his feet in mid-air, causing the power of water and fire to explode in mid-air, forming a small mushroom cloud-like explosion.

The powerful propulsion propelled him forward like lightning, rapidly closing in on the position where Long Qinghuang had been chasing after him.

The Cihe Mountain, which was originally filled with the sounds of Buddhist chants, was suddenly tinged with a dark red color, just like the setting sun suddenly sinking in the west, and the evening glow soaking the mountain forest.

However, it was early in the morning.

A gentle breeze swept by, like a light rain, and landed on the back of Long Qinghuang's neck.

If it were to transform into its true form, that would be the location of its most vulnerable point.

Long Qinghuang had already sensed something, her body paused, and her hand swiftly reached back to grab.

At the same time, Pudu twisted in mid-air and threw another punch in response.

Long Qinghuang seemed to have grabbed onto something, and for a moment she appeared unable to move, frozen in place, while the Buddha's light of salvation struck her ribs.

Long Qinghuang continued to increase the force in her hands, thinking to herself that it was alright to suffer some injuries; at worst, she could recover for another ten years.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, a figure appeared behind her.

"boom!"

The Taiji Heavenly Gang erupted in full force, welcoming the Buddha's light of salvation.

A third-grade item versus a super-grade item is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Despite being blocked by the Taiji Heavenly Gang, the Buddha's light easily dispersed the protective energy and struck Lu Xingzhou.

Lu Xingzhou only managed to dodge the blow to a vital spot, but was still hit on the shoulder. The Dragon Subduing Armor shone brightly, and he was blasted halfway around, ending up lying on Long Qinghuang's back.

At the same time, the light of the Dragon Armor dissipated, and the armor shattered inch by inch. The energy, which had been mostly neutralized, still surged into the body. The dragon body, which had only been forged to a superficial state, provided virtually no protection, and the energy surged wildly into the meridians and dantian.

Lu Xingzhou's Tai Xu Lun spun wildly, and even three or four layers of protective divine skills could not offset the enormous gap. In the end, he still spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof," staining the reverse scale on the back of Long Qinghuang's neck.

The cancellation of three or four layers sounds complicated, but in reality, it only takes one moment. Before Long Qinghuang could even turn her head, her lover's blood had already splattered all over her.

Long Qinghuang froze, then her dragon eyes flashed with an unprecedentedly violent killing intent: "You...you're courting death!"

(End of this chapter)