Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"Can the Holy Infant Lord represent the entire Hundred Demon Path of Qiushan?"

"Of course I can."

Tian Qijue set his conditions: "Remove the Ghost Eyes and promise that the Demon Realm will never again use Ghost Language, nor capture humans to eat."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wushang's anger intensified: "Removing the Ghost Eye is impossible."

Seeing that the talks had stalled, Duan Junheng, who had come out to meet the guests with Yan Wushang, comforted the Holy Infant Master.

He then said to Tian Qijue, "After a period of governance, the demon realm no longer eats people and will replace them with beef and mutton. However, Ghost Eyes belong to the demon realm, and we cannot agree to your request. Perhaps we can change our terms."

If Tian Qijue can retrieve the Ghost Eye, all the better. If not, at least make sure the Ghost Eye is put to the right use.

"If that's the case, then there must be a better solution."

"The greatest adversary of the righteous path in the Central Plains right now is the Blood Puppet Master. Why not use the Blood Puppet Master's life to exchange for a peaceful space between the two sides? What do you think?"

Tian Qijue sighed, "The Blood Puppet Master possesses the art of immortality, and it will be no easy task to sever his life force. However, I will convey the Demon Realm's thoughts to Yi Ye Shu, hoping that the Three Evil Ghosts will become an aid to the righteous path, rather than a source of calamity for the world."

"Rest assured, Your Excellency, the demon realm is no longer what it used to be."

While various factions were using the Blood Puppet Master's life as a bargaining chip, the unsuspecting Blood Puppet Master was walking in the wilderness.

However, after only a short while, the Ghost Desolate Hell Transformation was snatched away by the Demon Realm, and the carefully cultivated Ghost Words also disappeared, infuriating the Blood Puppet Master.

Suddenly, a massive palm strike descended from the sky.

"A single breath can move mountains and rivers!"

"Pfft~"

Caught completely off guard, the Blood Puppet Master was sent flying several feet by the palm strike, his bones shattered and tendons broken.

"One Page Book, it's you again!"

"Blood Puppet Master, the Three Fiendish Demons are absent this time. Prepare to die!"

Seeing that things were not going well, the Blood Puppet Master turned around and retreated hastily, but unexpectedly another pink figure appeared in front of him. With a wave of his hand, he stopped the attack and a powerful aura swept over him.

"The north wind blows against the Milky Way, drink!"

Caught off guard, the Blood Puppet Master suffered another injury. With a powerful enemy in front and pursuers behind, the Blood Puppet Master was in a precarious situation in the blink of an eye.

"Who are you?"

“Nanmian Chaoyi, Blood Puppet Master, if you want to live, you must exchange something for it.”

"What?"

"Fiery Yang Iron".

The Blood Puppet Master remembered the iron stone, which the Bewitching Ganta had casually stolen from the Tongtian Path. After studying it, he found that apart from the pattern on the iron pointing to the Mysterious Dream Lake, it had no other use.

The Holy Demon History does not record this item.

After some deliberation, the Blood Puppet Master decided that survival was the priority, so he took out the piece of Flowing Fire Yang Iron and threw it to Chao Yizhu.

"Dare to plot against the Blood Puppet Master, Lord Chaoyi, your peaceful days are over."

"Superb Master Hou Jiao".

The Blood Puppet Master left in a hurry, and Yi Ye Shu did not chase after him. Instead, he followed Chao Yi Zhu to You Meng Xuan Hu.

Youmeng Xuanhu is an inland lake with magical wind and waves. Fifty years ago, Chao Yizhu participated in the Death Forbidden Ceremony in order to obtain the Flowing Fire Yang Iron, the key to forging the Beacon Fire.

After finally clearing the level and obtaining this prize, it was unexpectedly snatched away by Buwu Donghuang Qi Taizu.

The two fought fiercely over the Flowing Fire Yang Iron, and in the end, Chao Yizhu, despite being crippled, defeated Qi Taizu and imprisoned Qi Taizu in Youmeng Xuanhu.

"After the battle with Qi Taizu, I was paralyzed. I had no choice but to rely on Qi Taizu to absorb the power of the rising waves to create wind and forge the key to the beacon fire. Who knew that this piece of flowing fire iron would be washed away by the lake waves."

"The noble virtue of the Southern Crown Prince is truly admirable!"

Chapter 195 Zen of the Road: Why Must Revenge Be a Matter of Life and Death?

Xiyushan Temple, a thatched pavilion.

The rain is getting heavier tonight, and Yiluchan, who originally planned to wait until the wind and rain stopped before setting off, can no longer wait.

"I understand Qiu Hai's suffering more deeply than anyone else, it's a pity..."

In the corner of the thatched pavilion, there was a bamboo umbrella, but he did not open it and braved the rain to head towards Yuyang River.

It was raining on the Yuyang River as well.

A lone lamp shines in the rain, drifting on the painted boat.

Despite the wind and rain, Yi Lu Chan still heard the music and singing, and he listened for a long time in the rain:

"The wind howls, the sword falls to the dust, a lone figure stands, a magnificent journey unfolds. The waves surge, the blade reflects the peerless hero, and the beautiful silk robes flutter in the rain. Feelings intertwine, we play the zither and listen to the flute, a lone boat crosses the night in the rain. Righteousness is priceless, we raise our cups and let out a long cry, for the world is full of clamor..."

Amidst the singing and music, though only a single lamp shines, it surpasses the beauty of countless worldly pleasures.

As Yi Lu Chan looked up, he recalled the carefree days he spent with the Judge of Hell, when they once rode horses across the vast sea, brandished swords in tall buildings, and listened to the rain on the great river.

Enough. Although I have already entered the Buddhist order, let my heart beat for my brothers one more time.

He took a deep breath and sent his fighting spirit across the river to the Moonlit Painting Boat: "Peerless Sword Master Yi Qixing, from the Fierce Martial Altar, through wind and snow, I come to avenge my brother. Please show yourself."

The singing and music stopped abruptly.

A moment later, the two crossed the river together and landed in front of the wind and snow all the way.

The riverbank was dark, but by the light of the clear river rain, one could vaguely make out the two people in front of him. One was dressed in white, with an exceptionally beautiful face, while the other had a noble and imposing demeanor.

"A journey through wind and snow, have you come for the revenge of Ju Ye Feng Tan?"

"Indeed, before Ju Yefeng entered the Buddhist realm to cultivate, he was a brother of our Liewutan."

"The Martial Arts Arena, huh?"

"please."

Qi Luosheng unfolded her snow-white fan and said, "I am the one who has a grudge against Ju Yefengtan."

Yi Lu Chan shook his head: "My opponent is Yi Qixing."

Yi Qixing pulled Qi Luosheng aside: "That tree can shelter you from the rain. Stand over there and cover for me."

"Ok."

Qi Luosheng indeed stood under the tree, quietly watching the two of them.

"please."

With a sudden burst of Zen palm energy, he advanced with a supple body. Over the years, he had traveled the world and rarely practiced martial arts, but his skills had never declined. On the contrary, due to the increasing proficiency of Buddhism, he had gained a deeper understanding of martial arts.

The attack was launched in one fell swoop, and the river responded, instantly creating waves several feet high.

The palm strike carried pure Buddhist power, containing no killing intent, yet it was like a Vajra's wrathful gaze, sealing off the heavens and the earth.

With a flick of his whisk, Yi Qixing unleashed a powerful force that surged forth, breaking through waves and shattering the Buddha's palm.

With a resounding crash, the two realized that the other had a deep foundation, and they attacked again, each increasing their true energy by three points.

Yi Qixing drew Zaoxue with a backhand stroke. The sword light cut through the rain, illuminated the night, and stirred up wind and waves from all sides, turning into sparse shadows in all directions.

"Watch out, the Sword Annihilates All Desolations!"

"Maha Pure Spirit Platform!"

With one hand raised high and the other stroking low, the combined power of Buddhism surged like a tide, grand and solemn, striking the sword light with awe.

Sword shadows appeared from all directions, and layers of Buddhist power surged forth. Several more explosions rang out as sword shadows pierced through the Buddha's palm and Buddhist power shattered the sword light.

"I never imagined that there would be someone like you in the Martial Arts Arena."

"Yi Qixing truly deserves to be the head of the Seven Martial Arts Cultivators."

"Again, let my intent kill leave no trace for a thousand miles!"

"Six Perfections of Spiritual Dharma!"

Yi Qixingzaoxue suddenly swung her sword, unleashing a massive sword aura that cleaved through the night sky, splitting the wind and rain, as if a sword god had descended upon the world, sweeping across thousands of miles.

The river, influenced by the sword's intent, surged with towering waves that crashed against the shore with a thunderous roar.

"My friend's sword intent has improved again."

Qi Luosheng sighed softly, then waved his folding fan, shaking off the surging river water that was rushing towards him.

Zen remained calm and unhurried throughout the journey. He closed his eyes slightly, waved his palm, turned to the side, and kicked, feeling the wind and rain of this world.

The Six Perfections (Six Paramitas) are generosity, morality, patience, diligence, meditation, and wisdom. What is the purpose of this practice? To reach the other shore.

Suddenly, Yi Lu Chan opened his eyes, his true essence flowing, life and death intertwined, the six perfections of spiritual law never empty.

"Drink~"

With a leap, he gathered the spiritual power of heaven and earth, sensed the uncertainty of the other realm, and transformed it into a mighty Buddha palm to meet that arrogant sword intent.

Bang.

Crackling sound.

First came a violent collision, with both men being knocked back several steps. Then came an endless gust of wind carrying the river rain, like a torrent that snapped the trees along the riverbank.

After a long while, the storm finally subsided.

Yi Qixing brandished his sword, about to unleash another ultimate move, but Yi Luchan stopped and bowed slightly: "I have lost."

"Neither you nor I have given it our all."

"I am inferior to you, that's all. Why bother with life and death?"

"That Martial Arts Arena?"

"I will bring the outcome of this battle to the Martial Arts Arena."

"Through wind and snow, I've learned your name, Yiqi Xing."

Zen said no more and drifted away.

Qi Luosheng watched his retreating figure and said softly, "If everyone in the world were as reasonable as him, I could also return to land from the ship."

Yi Qixing returned the snowflakes, feeling exceptionally pleased: "The Burial Blade Society has been destroyed, Ju Yefeng and Tan are dead, who in the world can still be your enemy?"