Scourge Messenger

Chapter 193 False Foundation Building
An invisible canopy enveloped the entire mountain stronghold, but the demonic messengers at the entrance breathed a sigh of relief, because they discovered that the white-haired guest was actually outside the seemingly invisible canopy, not in the same space as them, and the immense pressure that had been weighing on their hearts disappeared.

"You—" Dongxing had barely uttered a word when the young man suddenly attacked, his long sword flashing like a rainbow as he thrust forward.

"Ignorant!" Dong Xing sneered inwardly, a shield suddenly appearing in his left hand and a longsword drawn in his right. Although he didn't know who his opponent was, their malice was blatantly obvious. He was a messenger of the demonic path; even if it meant death, he would take a piece of their flesh!

His longsword is a demonic artifact nurtured for many years, capable of suddenly extending by a foot, which most people cannot react to. He has tricked countless people with this shield and sword technique, so he will first use this reckless kid to show them his power!

Once the longsword is parried by the shield, he can then take advantage of the situation—

Snapped!
The second-tier rare shield was instantly pierced through. Dongxing stared in astonishment at the sword blade so close at hand, and the last thought that popped into his mind was, 'Luckily, I still have a defensive token.'

Then he was pierced through the throat by the longsword. The young man wiped it away with force, and the head of 'Nether Shield' Dongxing, one of the few third-level cultivators in Shudao Mountain and the most capable subordinate of the Northern Journey Great Protector, flew into the air, blood gushing from his neck.

"You think this piece of junk can stop me, Helan Yu?!" the young man sneered. "Nonsense!"

"You actually killed Dongxing!" a demonic messenger roared hysterically. "This is the Shu Road Mountain! How dare you kill the Great Protector's people! The Great Protector will not let you get away with this!"

“We won’t let you go,” Helan Yu said leisurely. “Call everyone out. I have no interest in hunting you down one by one. It’s too much trouble.”

"Yu," the middle-aged man said coldly, "the family gave us this opportunity not so you could show off. Don't increase the risk."

"Yes, yes, Uncle Xun, you're just too serious. With the Ancestor watching, what risks could there be?" He Lanyu picked his ear. "Then... how about we split it in half? Or you go handle things inside, and I'll take care of these things?"

The demonic messengers felt their scalps tingle. Dong Xing was a renowned third-level demonic cultivator, someone even the three great protectors couldn't kill in a single move. Yet these two had done it so easily, as if it were easier than killing a chicken. And outside, there was an unfathomable white-haired guest. Everyone realized that disaster was imminent.

Many people immediately ran inside, trying to leave the stronghold through various small paths, but some people were overjoyed and ran to Helan Yu and Helan Xun, kneeling down and kowtowing: "Bosses, I am Hongfeng's subordinate, I can help you deal with the others!"

"I'm also one of Boss Red Maple's men!"

"I surrender! Whatever your orders are, my lords, I will do my utmost!"

Hongfeng immediately seized the opportunity and stepped forward: "Gentlemen, leave these people to me. I guarantee I'll make sure they're completely subdued, which will be of great help to our control of the Shudao Mountain in the future!"

"Control the Shu Road Mountains?" Helan Yu laughed. "Why would I want to control the Shu Road Mountains?"

"Because, controlling Shudao Mountain means controlling the Wolf Den Secret Realm, controlling these demonic messengers, and also..." Hongfeng was very confused: "Didn't you come here to help us control Shudao Mountain? The most valuable things about Shudao Mountain are the Wolf Den Secret Realm and Chang Le City. How can we control these two places without controlling Shudao Mountain?"

Helan Yu laughed wildly, and with a casual swipe of his longsword, the demonic messenger closest to him was instantly beheaded, blood gushing into the sky and falling as a rain of blood.

He spread his arms, bathing in the blood rain, his eyes gleaming with ferocity: "The most valuable thing in Shudao Mountain is you bunch of trash! You bunch of trash are perfect as our cultivation materials!"

This time everyone saw it clearly: Helan Yu's longsword emitted a dark red light, which was also a demonic artifact!
The middle-aged man, Helan Xun, suddenly manifested a spear and thrust it forward, pinning another demonic messenger to the ground. The spear flashed with black light and was also a demonic artifact!
With two people dead, the rest scattered instantly, scrambling and crawling into the mountain stronghold. Hongfeng finally understood: they weren't there to control Shudao Mountain; they were there to slaughter it all!

The demonic path can advance far faster and further by killing other demonic paths than by killing those of the righteous path. Many people know this, but no one would do it. Aside from the fact that battles between demonic paths are too dangerous, more importantly, very few people are willing to cultivate the demonic path deeply.

If the demonic path is like hot water, then the initial temperature is the most suitable and comfortable. Bloodshot eyes have little impact, and the demonic artifacts can protect one. However, delving deeply into the demonic path is like raising the water temperature to boiling. Although the demonic artifacts will become incredibly powerful, who would want to live in boiling water year after year? Compared to that, death becomes a relief.

The reason these two uninvited guests chose this path is likely to become sharp blades for a powerful force. The Helan family of the Zhou Kingdom intends to take this opportunity to slaughter everyone in the Shu Dao Mountains to cultivate two demonic assassins!
The most important thing for assassins is to conceal themselves, so they can't let any escape. Plus, their boss and his crew inherited Si Wuxie's legacy...

Hongfeng suddenly sprang back, pulling something out of his pocket. However, Helan Xun was faster; as he retreated, the spear had already pierced his heart!
Blood splattered onto the transparent canopy, sliding down the invisible wall. However, Hongfeng had already successfully pulled the trigger, sending the whistle arrow soaring into the sky, crashing into the canopy and exploding into a burst of fireworks, the piercing sound echoing throughout the mountain stronghold.

Hongfeng vomited a mouthful of bloody foam with a loud groan, then slowly closed her eyes.

He recalled a time many years ago when everyone was drinking and raising their glasses. Fueled by alcohol, he asked the leader why he had stopped the carriage and granted his wish, even though the man looked like a savage bandit. The leader replied that he hadn't encountered a living person for five days and swore that if he met the next person who was willing to talk to him, he would do everything in his power to fulfill their request, even if the person was a monkey—he would find them bananas.

This is probably what the boss often refers to as fate: a demonic cultivator eager to die met another demonic cultivator eager to chat.

"Boss Prajna... don't trust them... run!" Helan Xun sheathed his spear, and Hongfeng's body lay limp on the ground. Helan Yu glanced at the corpse and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "He's dead and still smiling, is he thinking of something good?"

“Helan Yu, Helan Xun”.

As the patriarch called their names, Helan Yu and Helan Xun immediately became solemn and awaited instruction. The white-haired guest stood outside the canopy and looked at the sky: "There's still more than half an hour until noon."

"Half an hour is enough," Helan Xun said, bowing his head. "It will definitely not delay the ancestor's lunch."

“Remember, we must capture that little girl alive,” the white-haired man said. “I have a feeling that she is hiding a huge secret, even more important than Si Wuxie’s inheritance of the natural disaster.”

"What about that bald... that monk from the Zhao family?" Helan Yu asked. "Should we spare his life?"

"If you want to let him go, or if he can survive in your hands," the white-haired man said indifferently.

"Hahaha, Ancestor, aren't you sending him to his death? The three guardians are deeply demonic; killing them would likely make my Qingfeng sword even stronger. How could I possibly let such a feast pass me by?" Helan Yu flicked her wrist, wiping all the blood off the blade. "As for surviving in our hands..."

"We are blessed by our ancestor, and our strength is equivalent to that of a pseudo-Foundation Establishment cultivator. How could anyone in Shudao Mountain possibly survive in our hands? They are lucky if they die a little slower."

As he spoke, transparent phantom images appeared on Helan Yu's arms, armor, and legs, as if another set of equipment was being used on him!
The remaining number of demonic cultivators on Shudao Mountain is 137.

……

...

"Didn't Hongfeng run away?"

Prajna gazed at the whistling arrows exploding in the canopy and murmured softly, "It seems our karmic connection has come to an end."

"So Hongfeng is one of your men." Xue Xiang put Beiyou down. "It's amazing that he managed to stay under my command for four whole years without making a sound."

"As a parting memento, Prajna, isn't this a bit too intense?" Bei You sat on the ground, covered in sweat, gritting his teeth in pain: "Besides death, I can't offer any more suitable return gift!"

In the recent exchange, Prajna suddenly broke Beiyou's left leg with a blow of his staff. If Xuexiang hadn't repelled Prajna in time, the staff might have continued to sweep and broken both of Beiyou's legs!

"I'm sorry, the only person I can't see through is Bei You. If I don't deal with you first, I'm worried that something unexpected might happen." Prajna looked up at the canopy in the sky: "But since that person has come in person, even if something unexpected happens, it won't shake the overall situation."

"The big picture? What big picture?" Bei You laughed angrily: "The ancestors of the Helan family have all come. What does the big picture have to do with you? Do you think you still have the right to get a share of the pie? Or are you saying that you, Prajna, are from the Helan family?"

Prajna glanced at Beiyou with some surprise and said, "This humble monk is of course not surnamed Helan, but since this humble monk wields the power of natural disasters, the Helan family will naturally have a need for this humble monk."

"Is it worth it?" Xue Xiang said coldly. "Even if the Helan family steals from us, I'm afraid you won't get a share, right? Or are you willing to use us as stepping stones just to curry favor with the righteous path?"

“This humble monk also hesitated. There would certainly be many benefits to betraying you, but not betraying you... at least I could have peace of mind,” Prajna said. “What truly made me decide was the wolf master demon benefactor and the rabbit benefactor.”

The pharmacist and the bunny girl, who were on the edge of thinking about countermeasures, looked up when they heard this, wondering why they were being mentioned.

“Beiyou, didn’t you just ask me what my surname is? My surname is not Helan. Before I was ordained, my surname was Zhao.” Prajna looked at Bhaisajyaguru: “Zhao as in Zhao Yuanbao.”

The pharmacist was taken aback, then realized something, and a complex look appeared in his eyes.

"Medicine Master, this humble monk... I absolutely will not allow you to live." Prajna said, enunciating each word clearly, "The hatred between Medicine Master Moke and the Zhao family can only be quelled by my own death and the extermination of my clan!"

(End of this chapter)