Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

In the City of Time, Su Huanzhen drank the city lord's last cup of tea and rose to say goodbye.

"Lord of the city, I am grateful for your frequent assistance over the years, which has brought peace to the turmoil in the Bitter Realm."

"Sigh, you're really gone. Who will keep me company for tea from now on?"

"Your boy of light is back."

"He! As the purest spirit, he actually lost to an ordinary human. I am truly furious."

Su Huanzhen smiled without saying a word. He could even send away a god, let alone a spirit with a shallow foundation.

“Su Huanzhen, there is another important reason why I let you out of Time City this time. That is, the omen of the Three Yangs in the Sky, the Six Kings Opening the Heavens, and the Nine Dragons Returning to the Heavens. Remember, we must not let the Three Yangs in the Sky be in the Sky.”

"I will keep that in mind."

After leaving the Black Sea Forest Prison, Qian Yuxie searched for a long time and finally established Yuxinwo in a secluded place in the Eastern Martial World of the Bitter Realm.

The wind swirls around the trees, and the fragrance of flowers permeates the air.

It is said that Tai Sui was invited to come.

"I never imagined that even the prime minister would come to this place of hardship."

“We shouldn’t be so distant when we meet. Look at these trees full of blooming bitter sage flowers. Aren’t they the same as the flowers we saw when we made our friendship in the Black Sea Forest Prison?”

Qian Yuxie took Shuo Taisui's hand and led him to the Bitter Barbarian Flower Tree.

Saying that Tai Sui brushed aside, he said indifferently, "Times have changed, and it's not the season for the Bitter Barbarian Flower to bloom now. The magnificent scene you created with the Black Sea Echoes is just an illusion."

Qian Yuxie smiled and asked, "How much of Tianluozi's work have you accomplished?"

"We found another existence of Tianluozi in the world, but then we lost him."

"Oh?"

The story goes that Tai Sui transformed the mountain spirit into Mu Ling Mountain, and Mu Ling Mountain then jumped into the abyss at the summit of Yong Xu, clearing the way for the Black Sea Forest Prison.

Qian Yuxie pondered for a long time but still couldn't figure out the reason. However, he had some information he could tell Tai Sui.

"When each prince is born, the King of Hell will personally write the imperial edict of bestowal and seal it with the royal decree. After that, the imperial edict of bestowal is guarded by the Supervisor. The year that Tianluozi's imperial edict of bestowal was lost, the Supervisor was Yingyang Changge, a member of the maternal line of the Crown Prince of Miexuan."

The eagle soars high, singing a long song; the tribal leader flies high in the bitter realm.

Although it is unknown what Qian Yuxie's motives were for interfering in Tianluozi's affairs, it is said that Tai Sui must obtain this imperial edict.

Chapter 272 The Art of Intercourse and Qi Transfer Finally Comes in Use

The majestic mountain at midnight exudes a boundless and awe-inspiring aura.

On the towering cliff, the elites of the three lineages—Daozhen, Daoling, and Daoxuan—gathered to witness the duel between Yinchuan Butterfly Lord and Mu Zhengrong.

This showdown is not only Mu Zhengrong's revenge for his younger brother's death, but also determines the leadership of the Daoist sect in the fight against the Black Sea Prison.

Cang, acting as the mediator between the two sides, first explained: "This decision will only determine victory or defeat, not life or death. Regardless of the outcome, this grudge will be put aside, and the righteous path will unite to eradicate the evil scourge."

Tired of the world, Tianhe and Yuanwu listened silently.

Dao Ling, representing the Master, expressed some concern: "It is rumored that Yin Chuan Butterfly Lord's swordsmanship is quite good."

His fellow cultivator, Zu Hongjun, hurriedly interrupted him: "Don't boost the morale of others and diminish your own. I believe Dongjun will definitely win."

Just then, a hundred red butterflies fluttered in, dancing with mesmerizing colors under the moonlight.

Yin Chuan Butterfly Lord has arrived.

Besides him, there were four others: Huang Quan, Cui Luo Han, Chao Yi Zhu, and Qing Shuang Tai.

The four remained silent, keeping a distance of several feet from the Taoist practitioners, as if observing from the sidelines.

However, the cold aura emanating from the four people made Mu Zhengrong feel intimidated and murderous.

Butterfly looked around and then fixed his gaze on Mu Zhengrong's face:

"So you're Mu Zhengrong? Butterfly Lord has come at your invitation. How do you intend to fight?"

Mu Zhengrong stared at the man who killed his brother, a burning hatred igniting in his eyes. He then stepped forward and said, "Let's settle this here and now in three moves."

"Three moves? You're really confident."

The night wind was cold and solemn. The battle of Bagua began. Mu Zhengrong's fist wind was like a long river, stretching and rushing towards Butterfly Lord.

"Butterfly Sky Slash!"

A swift, curved blade first blocked the force of the punch, then struck the puncher.

Mu Zhengrong bent over, dodging the arc of the blade, and instantly rushed to Butterfly's side, delivering another punch to her head.

Chop, drill, collapse, cannon, and horizontal—one move contains five techniques, fully demonstrating the profound mystery of the Eight Trigrams Mind Flow.

As if caught in the eye of a storm, Butterfly felt as if he were surrounded by swirling energy, as if he were being squeezed by a mountain range, his vital energy stagnating, making it difficult to wield his butterfly blade.

Daozhen and his group, along with the four from Tiandu, watched the battlefield intently, awaiting the final outcome.

Meanwhile, atop a distant peak, Jiu Shenlian, accompanied by the Four Seals, was also watching the battle intently.

Yu Wuyi asked, "Holy Voyager, what are we waiting for?"

"Hmph, the Daoist sect has an agreement with me. Once they finish fighting, we will ambush the injured Butterfly Lord on the way and exchange him for the Sick Child."

"Wouldn't that break the agreement between Crown Prince Xuanxiao and Tiandu? Besides, with four people from Tiandu present, we might not be able to capture Butterfly Lord."

Jiu Shenlian had already considered everything: "Yinchuan Butterfly Lord is not a person of Tiandu. Senyu can deal with him, but Tiandu is bound by the alliance and cannot interfere with our actions."

Although Yu Wuyi felt uneasy, he had no choice but to obey the arrangement since Jiu Shenlian held the Xuanxiao Prince's token.

Mu Zhengrong and Butterfly Lord had already entered the second move. With Bagua Entanglement and Xingyi Jingfeng, Butterfly Lord was unable to make a move and relied on his agile figure to keep dodging.

He faced several crises, but managed to escape each time thanks to his extensive combat experience.

The third move, the final move.

Mu Zhengrong's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he raised his true energy to its peak: "Eight Trigrams Transformation - Zhenlong Pingyun Tui!"

As a peerless assassin, Butterfly Lord immediately sensed the subtle changes in his opponent. Just as Mu Zhengrong was gathering his inner energy and about to unleash his fist, Red Butterfly suddenly transformed, gathering it all into his sword energy.

A brilliant red light pierced through the darkness, transforming into a flowing, gleaming blade.

"Butterfly Shadow Blade Style!"

Fist and knife collided with a deafening roar, the mountain wind howled, and the earth cracked.

After the wind subsided, a shocking scene unfolded before my eyes: the Butterfly Slash pressed against Mu Zhengrong's neck, the blade's edge casting a faint crimson glow.

Butterfly's other arm hung limply, presumably from a punch he received from Mu Zhengrong.

This move was a fatal blow delivered by Butterfly Lord at the cost of his own left arm.

"Is this the difference between a martial artist and an assassin?"

Butterfly King sheathed his sword and said, "Those who cherish their lives often find it harder to survive. This feud ends here. You Taoist sects should focus on resisting the Black Sea Forest Prison. This butterfly is going on a trip abroad."

Mu Zhengrong's eyes flashed: "You want to leave the Bitter Realm?"

"The happiness of life lies in having a wife, children, and a warm bed. This is something you Taoists can't understand."

Butterfly turned around and left side by side with the people of Tiandu.

Just then, a punch, even stronger and heavier than before, came with deadly force, aiming for Butterfly Lord's vital point on the back.

This move came suddenly and shocked the Taoist community.

"Mu Zhengrong, you!"

"Watch out, Mr. Butterfly!"

Unexpectedly, just when everyone thought Butterfly Lord was dead, the Red Butterfly Blade suddenly flashed, like a rainbow across the sky, slashing towards Mu Zhengrong.

"Uh!"

"what!"

After Butterfly King drew his sword, he lunged forward instantly, dodging most of the punch's force.

Cui Luohan immediately unleashed the Nine Needle Sword Technique to seal the wound, and then channeled another stream of life energy into her.

Butterfly coughed a few times and vomited up stagnant blood.

Looking at Mu Zhengrong again, he was completely unprepared for this knife strike, which pierced his abdomen and heart, severing several bones and meridians.

Although Cang despised his sneak attack, he couldn't bear to see Mu Zhengrong die on the spot. He flicked his whisk and urgently channeled a gentle stream of Dao energy into Mu Zhengrong's wounds to temporarily stop them.

Being ambushed right under his nose, Huang Quan was filled with rage and hatred. He drew his spear and pointed it at Mu Zhengrong.

"Those who break their promises deserve to die!"

Cang put Mu Zhengrong down and came over to apologize: "I'm sorry! But he brought this on himself and has already been seriously injured. I hope Butterfly Lord and everyone in Tiandu will be lenient."

Huang Quan was very unwilling: "Even the heavens are heartless! Butterfly Lord, what do you have to say?"

After vomiting out the stagnant blood, most of the internal injuries healed.

Butterfly Lord smiled unexpectedly: "This magnanimous butterfly will forgive him this time. I hope you, Mu Zhengrong, can live a long life."

"Ok?"

Amidst the awkwardness of the Taoist sect members, Butterfly Lord and the people of Tiandu descended the mountain.

Cang sighed: "It is not appropriate to discuss the matter of the Daoist leadership today. We will invite you all another day. Goodbye."

"Please, String Master."

After Cang left, Juan Shoutian and Yuan Wuxiang took their leave together.

After thanking Master and Zu Hongjun for their polite words, and seeing that Mu Zhengrong was out of danger, they left Xiongshan.

In the blink of an eye, the mountains returned to their desolate state.

The moon shines brightly, the wind blows coldly.

Mu Zhengrong sat cross-legged and regulated his breathing for a while, but he still felt that the knife wound to his heart and abdomen was serious. If this continued, it would inevitably cause great damage to his body.

"Damn Butterfly Lord! Hmm... the only way to recover quickly is through sexual intercourse and energy transfer. I need to go find her!"

The moon shines through the misty waters, silent and still; at the deserted ferry crossing, an empty boat lies adrift.

People are leisurely enjoying the beautiful scenery under the moon.