The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

Song Yi composed himself. Even if the female immortal before him was the legendary Queen Mother's maid, she had not yet ascended to the Heavenly Court.

He nodded slightly and said, "I am the Heavenly Broom Star Lord. I came down to the mortal realm on official business and saw you being chased by demons, so I took action. There's no need for formalities."

Upon hearing this, Dong Shuangcheng became even more respectful, bowed again, and then recounted the whole story.

It turns out that Green Cloud's master, known as the Yin-Yang Master, was a notorious old demon in the demonic sect.

Legend has it that this demon listened to the Styx Ancestor preach for three hundred years on the shore of the Netherworld Blood Sea, from which he comprehended an extremely insidious demonic art. Since then, he has occupied Hundred Fiend Mountain, established a sect, and wreaked havoc on the region.

Some time ago, the Yin-Yang Demon wanted to refine a vicious demonic weapon called the "Boy Yin-Yang Sword". He needed to take three hundred extremely yang boys and three hundred extremely yin girls, extract their essence, blood and souls using a secret method, and then refine them into the sword using Asura magic.

If this sword is completed, its power will be astonishing, but it will also cost the lives of six hundred innocent people.

Green Cloud was ordered to search for young boys and girls everywhere, but Dong Shuangcheng happened to catch him in the act.

She was practicing meditation at Miaoting Temple in West Lake when she saw this evil act and immediately stepped in to stop it.

Unexpectedly, although Green Cloud Child's cultivation was inferior to hers, he possessed a strange demonic smoke technique. During the fight, Dong Shuangcheng was accidentally invaded by the demonic smoke into her primordial spirit and body, suffering serious injuries and having no choice but to flee.

If Song Yi hadn't happened to pass by, things would likely have turned out badly today.

Upon hearing this, Song Yi raised his hand and pointed towards the Green Cloud Prince's Purple Mansion. A burst of brilliant light appeared, and hundreds of unconscious boys and girls landed on the cloud.

The children were pale and barely breathing, but fortunately, their lives were not in danger.

Song Yi's face darkened: "What an arrogant and monstrous genius! The Heavenly Way is now shining brightly, and the human race's fortune is at its peak. How dare you engage in such plundering?"

With a wave of his sleeve, a surge of primordial yellow energy erupted, suppressing Green Cloud Child along with his primordial spirit and storing him within the Seven Treasures Primordial Yellow Pagoda.

Upon returning to Heaven, he will be handed over to the Thunder Department for disposal according to the Heavenly Laws.

Then the chariot descended to the ground, summoned the local earth god, and ordered him to escort the boys and girls back to their respective homes safely, without any mishap.

The Earth God kowtowed repeatedly, received the decree, and hurriedly went to carry it out.

Seeing this, Dong Shuangcheng bowed again and pleaded, "Your Majesty, that Yin-Yang Demon is still in Hundred Fiend Mountain, where hundreds of children are imprisoned. I humbly beg Your Majesty to take action to eliminate this demon and rescue those innocent children!"

Song Yi nodded and said, "Since I have stumbled upon such a wicked thing, there is no reason for me to sit idly by. Lead the way."

The carriage took off again, changed direction, and headed straight for Bai Sha Mountain.

The area of ​​Bai Sha Mountain spans over three thousand li, and the entire mountain range is shrouded in thick, leaden black clouds, with howling winds and malevolent energy rising to the sky.

The mountains are filled with poisonous miasma, and poisonous insects, snakes, and ants crawl among the decaying leaves.

Deep in the valley, brown demonic energy condensed into mushroom clouds the size of mats. Beneath these clouds, countless demonic cultivators could be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged, inhaling and exhaling demonic energy, and cultivating evil arts.

This is the location of the Yin-Yang Sect's mountain gate.

Inside the central hall, the Yin-Yang Master sat atop a lotus platform made of white bones.

His face was sinister, but his figure was extremely strange. He wore a colorful robe, but his body was as short as an eight or nine-year-old child. His skin was so pale that it was devoid of any color. Coupled with his old-fashioned and sinister expression, he was indescribably evil and bizarre.

"How are the preparations for the three hundred extremely yang male children and the three hundred extremely yin female children?" the Yin-Yang Demon asked in a sinister tone, his voice high-pitched and piercing.

A disciple quickly bowed and replied, "Reporting to the Ancestor, Senior Brother Green Cloud has personally gone to the mortal realm to search, and he should be able to gather the complete set soon."

"Hmm." The Yin-Yang Demon nodded slightly. "I trust Green Cloud Child to handle things."

He paused, then said, "Without this Boy Yin Yang Sword, it would be really difficult to compete with those Taoist priests for the fate of humanity in the future. This matter cannot be lost, and you must all do your best."

Before he could finish speaking, a clear, crisp shout came from outside the mountain, as if a young woman was challenging him.

The Yin-Yang Demon was furious. In a flash, he flew to the outside of the mountain gate.

Above the clouds, a royal carriage stood, adorned with beaded curtains and emerald canopies, shrouded in auspicious mists.

Two bright-eyed, white-toothed fairies stood beside the carriage. He recognized one of them as Dong Shuangcheng, the abbot of Miaoting Temple in West Lake. However, she was only at the late stage of the Celestial Immortal realm and was not a threat.

As for the other one, he was quite unfamiliar with him, and his aura was unlike that of a human cultivator, faintly carrying a hint of demonic nature.

Behind the beaded curtain of the carriage, a figure sat upright, his body radiating a faint divine light, exuding unfathomable majesty.

The Yin-Yang Demon's pupils constricted slightly, but he still shouted sternly, "Which ignorant fool dares to trespass on my Hundred Fiend Mountain and disturb my ancestor's peaceful cultivation?"

"presumptuous!"

Dong Shuangcheng stood beside the carriage, her jade-like hand resting on her sword, her voice like the clinking of metal and jade, "The Heavenly Star Lord has arrived; why don't you quickly pay your respects?"

"So what if they're celestial lords?" The Yin-Yang Demon chuckled wickedly, his demonic energy surging. "Even if those celestial lords from the Thunder Department were to come in person, I, your ancestor, wouldn't be afraid!"

A soft laugh rang out from inside the carriage, tinged with sarcasm: "I'm afraid that if the Thunder God really comes, you'll be unhappy again."

The Yin-Yang Demon was furious and about to retaliate when he saw the beaded curtain of the carriage move slightly, and the voice rang out again: "Moon Maiden, go forward and teach this old demon a lesson."

"yes!"

Gouyue Niang accepted the order and darted out of the carriage in a flash.

The steel fork in her hand gleamed coldly, transforming into a silver streak that aimed straight for the Yin-Yang Old Demon's face.

"How dare this lowly servant girl make a fool of herself?"

Yin Yang Old Demon snorted coldly, and several dark lights suddenly flew out from his sleeve. They were seven or eight pale green flying swords, their blades swirling with sorrowful clouds and mist, wailing like a chorus of ghosts crying in the night. They clashed violently with Hook Moon Lady's steel fork.

The sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky as the two figures clashed, exchanging dozens of blows in an instant.

Over the years, Gouyue Niang has been refined by the essence of the sun and moon, and her cultivation has long since reached the realm of celestial immortals. Her every move is accompanied by a clear, flowing light.

However, the Yin-Yang Demon is an old monster who has been around for many years and is in the late stage of True Immortal. He has profound demonic skills and his Asura Flying Sword is unpredictable and strange.

After dozens of rounds of fierce fighting, Gouyue Niang's arms gradually became sore and numb, and the steel fork she had forged from her two pincers was suppressed by the flying sword. She was about to be defeated.

"You old scoundrel, stop your arrogance!"

Hook Moon Lady feinted with her fork, her body suddenly rising high, then leaping forward to unleash her signature move:

Poisonous stump that felled the horse!

A streak of dark light, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, silently bypassed the blocking power of the flying sword and, with a "thud," firmly embedded itself in the scalp of the Yin-Yang Old Demon.

"what!"

Yin Yang Old Demon let out a miserable cry. He felt a sharp pain shoot straight into his brain, as if hundreds of red-hot steel needles were piercing his skull at the same time. A strange pain spread throughout his body, as if he were in the midst of all kinds of tortures in the eighteen levels of hell, being skinned and dismembered, boiled in oil and cut into mountains, with all kinds of pain coming at him at once.

Even with years of cultivation and a heart as hard as iron, he couldn't help but tremble violently and his face contorted at this moment.