Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Ren Ting searched the entire Spring and Autumn Annals, but could not find any trace of this dark-faced child.

"It was my carelessness. I shouldn't have revealed the news of Fei Changjun's death. I didn't expect this child to be so sentimental."

A few days ago, Ting San Tie, unable to withstand the interrogation, had no choice but to tell Xi Yan'er about Fei Chang Jun's death.

In a fierce battle between Fei Changjun and the five Confucian disciples Hao Zheng, Fei Changjun not only injured Xia Ru, Feng Ru, and Yu Junheng, but also fought Huang Ru to the last moment. Fei Changjun died by self-destructing his own power, and Huang Ru's power, which had not yet recovered, was also completely destroyed in the battle, leaving him like a cripple.

When Xi Yan'er heard the news of Jue Jun's death, she did not cry or make a fuss. Unexpectedly, he endured for several days and took advantage of the incident involving Xi Xueyi and Zuo Qiumo to run away today.

Night gradually fell.

Overwhelmed with remorse, Ting San Tie led the entire crew of Yi Bi Chun Qiu, lighting torches and lanterns, to search for the child in the mountains and deserts.

"Xi Yan'er! Where are you?"

"Xi Yan'er, come back quickly!"

Night eventually merged into complete darkness.

Xi Yan'er, blending into the darkness, stumbled forward, wanting to return to the moon that never returns, and disbelieving the words of the court lord.

How could Juejun possibly be dead?

Why would Confucian scholars kill Juejun?

He disliked historical records and even more so the Lord of the Court; the moon never returned to its zenith, that was his true home.

Just as Xi Yan'er was running aimlessly forward, a familiar scent came towards her, drawing her to turn in that direction.

Soon after, Xi Yan'er arrived at a pool of water. By the faint moonlight, she could see that it was a deep pool, with black bubbles rising to the surface.

"Here it comes, finally."

A strange sound rang out, seemingly coming from the bottom of the deep pool.

"who?"

Xi Yan'er mustered her courage and asked.

"Welcome back! You're the Ghost Prince the Empress has been waiting for all this time, hehehehehe!"

"What the hell! I'm looking for Jue Jun. Have any of you seen Jue Jun?"

"If you jump down, you'll see him."

The eerie voice was seductive, but Xi Yan'er wasn't stupid. She turned and left, saying, "Hmph, you're no good person. I won't jump."

"Hehehe, you've come. Do you still want to leave? Returning to Ghost Prison is your destiny."

Immediately, the pool water boiled violently, and a demon with only half a head leaped out, its body covered in blood and gore, wielding a pair of copper chain axes, and slashed at Xi Yan'er.

"No!"

Amidst her mournful cries, Xi Yan'er was cleaved in two by the evil spirit and thrown into the pool that swallowed the evil mouth of longevity.

After a few slight ripples, everything returned to calm.

Chapter 430 Father and Son Teamwork is Essential

After quelling the chaos and calamity, the Martial Lord granted a long holiday to everyone in Tiandu.

Chao Yizhu and Qing Shuangtai went sightseeing, while Qing Haichao and his wife returned to Bai Taolue City for a short stay and took the opportunity to arrange a marriage for Chi Zixin.

Cui Luohan was pregnant, but in the end, Cui Wanyi took her back to Wanyi Fortress to rest and recuperate, saying that the warm weather by the sea and the abundance of seafood would be beneficial for a pregnant woman's pregnancy.

Huang Quan had no choice but to go along.

Tian Dao Xiao Jian Dun, along with Jie Yu and Shuang Er, disappeared without a trace. Mo Dao Jue Chen naturally went to Shenwu Peak, where the swords of the world were sealed, to assist Yu Bu Fan in managing the affairs of the Sword Sect.

When Lian Zhuang returned and saw that there were so few people, he decided to continue the winter vacation. Sui Yu and Jing Yun then went to the Ten Thousand Demon Prison Sea.

Shao Hao had been away from the Kingdom of Death for too long. After finishing the wedding and the matters of the Boundless Sea of ​​Learning, he took Ruomei back to the Kingdom of Death for a short stay and also went to the Four Realms to inform his adoptive mother about the situation in the Bitter Realm.

Hen Wufeng and Xiao Liuguang bid farewell and returned to the Kingdom of Revelation with their wives.

The vast city of Tiandu suddenly became deserted.

Fortunately, Liao Tian and Ji Wuxia were there to accompany their father, as well as Xiang Ling and Nan Feng Bu Jing, a pair of lovesick lovers, so there was no shortage of laughter.

Luo Hou gazed at the sand table, pondering back and forth between the west and the north.

To the west lies the Yama's Ghost Prison, and to the north, the Primordial Demon Lord. One is the Creator of Heaven, the other is the Dead Sun; both are calamities that make the Bitter Realm restless.

The dead sun of Beihai Lingzhou has already been created, and even if it passes now, it cannot change the established reality. However, the Empress has not yet planted the tree, so it can still be saved.

Having made up his mind, Luo Hou had the little fox summon Liao Tian and Ji Wuxia.

"Liaotian, Wuxia, have you gained anything during your time in the Golden Kingdom?"

"Father, are we going on a mission?"

Liao Tian knew his father's personality well; when his father spoke in this tone, it usually meant that some difficult task awaited him.

Ji Wuxia was as cold as ice and snow, but her personality was just like Yu Cixin's, relying more on effort than on thought. Without hesitation, she replied, "Wu Jun, we have gained a lot."

"Oh?"

Ji Wuxia held up three fingers: "The shops in Tiandu are selling very well and we've made a lot of money. We've also helped the Jin'ou Heavenly Dynasty stabilize its internal strife and opened up trade routes from the Bitter Realm to Jin'ou, the Strange Trade Market, and overseas."

"Well, not bad."

"Furthermore, my cultivation and Liaotian's cultivation are progressing day by day. Uncle Huangquan said that Liaotian has already reached 60% of the foundation of a Martial Lord."

"Sixty percent..."

Having only 60% of what it was during the Demon Yuan era is hardly much, and against an opponent like the Primordial Demon Lord, it's practically suicide.

Luo Hou then asked Liao Tian, ​​"Tell me your thoughts."

Liao Tian said in a deep voice, "Wu Xia and I are still shallow in our foundation, but a fine sword is forged through tempering, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. Father, no matter what difficult things are to be done, please entrust them to us with peace of mind."

"My son, life is only once. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Father hopes we will protect ourselves, but Liaotian cannot live under his wing forever. I hope I can be like my elder brother Shaohao and share my father's burdens."

Liao Tian's feelings were complicated. His elder brother Shao Hao was not much older than him, but the name of the God of the Dead Kingdom had spread throughout the Bitter Realm and the Four Realms. In several major battles, he was his father's most trusted right-hand man.

As the eldest son, he has accomplished nothing, and Xianling is still a child. In the eyes of these powerful subordinates in Tiandu, he is probably not as good as an adopted son as his own.

He had to avenge his mother and younger brother.

Thinking of this, Liao Tian knelt down on one knee and pleaded, "Father, no matter what difficulties we face, Wu Xia and I guarantee to complete the mission."

Luo Hou helped his son up.

"Since you have made up your mind, then proceed to the Northern Sea Spirit Continent. Details regarding the Northern Sea Spirit Continent are as follows..."

The Northern Sea Spirit Continent, one of the four overseas continents, is located on the northeastern border of the Central Plains. It is connected to the Central Plains by a frozen snow road, and its main city is located in the center.

Beihai Lingzhou was originally a prosperous land in the north, ruled by the Beihai Lingwang and protected by the Doomsday God. However, long ago, the Doomsday God inexplicably fell and was killed, and the Beihai Lingwang disappeared without a trace.

Haotian is the current ruler of the Northern Sea Spirit Continent. It is said that he is about to launch the Universal Battle of Wonders, claiming that the winner will be able to see Haotian and make a wish.

"A Universe of Wonders?"

Liao Tian frowned and asked, "Could it be yet another unprecedented battle of wits and strength?"

"This is something my son will have to explore on his own. You and Wuxia will set off immediately to enter the Northern Sea Spirit Continent as participants in the Universal Battle of Wonders. However, Haotian may not be unaware that you are my son, and this journey will be fraught with danger."

A heartless man is not necessarily a hero, and a man who loves his child is no less a man.

Although Luo Hou had decided to send Liao Tian out for training, he hesitated when the time came. Given Mo Shi's personality, he might attack Liao Tian immediately.

"Father, don't worry!"

"Bring the Troll God with you, and don't forget Su Huanzhen's famous saying: The Final Move of the Scroll of Life - Escape."

"Liaotian will certainly remember this."

"You go ahead."

Luo Hou ascended to the top of the tower, gazing at Liao Tian and Ji Wuxia as they ascended the giant demon god. Then, with a flap of its giant wings and a deafening roar, it sped off to the north.

If Cixin were alive, he would probably be angry with himself for not loving his son.

After pondering for a long time, Luo Hou lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped into the clouds, heading towards the Western Desert.

At this moment, in the back garden of Yousentai, by the frozen lake, there is a pavilion covered with withered grass.

Gu Su Huanjian sat with his legs crossed, playing the erhu alone, humming a Northwest folk song in a hoarse voice.

"The stream at Longtou flows down the mountain, thinking of my solitary existence, adrift in the wilderness. The stream at Longtou flows with a mournful cry, gazing at the Qin River Valley, my heart is broken."

Xi Xueyi arrived with a heavy heart and stood in front of him.

Gu Su put away his sword and erhu, slung it over his back, stood up and asked, "Have you finished dealing with the affairs of the Confucian school?"

"It's hard to describe in words."

“You and I have each made promises. I allowed you to return to the Confucian school to handle your affairs, and you allowed me to use the sword techniques from that day to fight you to my heart’s content. Today, it is time to fulfill our promise.”

"I promised you, and I won't break my promise."

"Then let's get started."

"Tie your snowsuit and lead the charge."

In the past, after the great war between the Sword Clan and the Ghost Clan, the Sword Clan only had three outstanding figures left: Qi Xueyi's adoptive father Qing Buhuan, Wugeng Canyue·Gusu Huanjian, and Shouma Guanshan·Zhangchou Wuqi.

Zhang Chou Wuqi was born with a sword-wielding talent and possessed unparalleled swordsmanship. He once used his boundless sword intent to seal away the Devouring Life Evil Mouth.

Not long after sealing the Ghost Prison, Zhang Chou Wuqi met Wen Shumei, Xi Xueyi's sworn sister, and they became friends.

Unexpectedly, one day Zhang Chou Wuqi, after drinking, behaved inappropriately and defiled Wen Shumei, causing Wen Shumei to commit suicide. Xi Xueyi, enraged, challenged Zhang Chou Wuqi.

In this life-or-death duel, Zhang Chou Wuqi's sword broke and he died.

Gu Su Huan Jian believed that his friend was not such a villain. In order to find out the truth about Zhang Chou Wuqi's death, Gu Su Huan Jian left Tianshan and found Xi Xueyi.

The wind chills to the bone, and snow blankets the vast desert.

The sounds of orchestral music filled the air inside Youxiantai Tower, while in the back garden, a chilling aura of killing intent permeated the air.

One had unspeakable sorrows, while the other was determined to avenge his friend. Despite their mutual respect, they still faced a life-or-death struggle.