Calabash Fairy

Deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains, in an area near the core region.

The once peaceful mountains began to tremble violently, and with a rumble of the earth, a furious roar that shook the heavens and the earth exploded out!

"You human brat! I will tear you apart and skin you alive to vent my hatred!!!"

At the same time, two streaks of light, one blue and one white, flew over the rolling mountains in the blink of an eye, heading straight towards the outer edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Behind them, a vast, black and red demonic aura, stretching for thousands of miles and as overwhelming as a tsunami, was chasing after them, as if it would engulf them in the next instant.

"Wen Yu! Didn't you hear what the little demon in that battlefield space said? That place became the ancestral home of the Crimson Blood Dragon Clan millions of years ago! Why did you have to take that battlefield away and lure this old mudfish here!"

Feng Ling rubbed her cheeks, looking quite uncomfortable.

Six years ago, the two of them found the battlefield fragments recorded in the Scripture Pavilion. However, they discovered that the ancestor of the Crimson Blood Dragon Clan, the old dragon that had been following them, had discovered the unclaimed battlefield fragments a million years ago.

This demonic dragon occupied it, making it its ancestral home, and developed and expanded the Crimson Blood Demonic Dragon clan.

Since he was already there, Wen Yu took advantage of the old demon dragon's absence from the ancestral land and thoroughly searched the vast battlefield, collecting many human treasures and inheritances that the Crimson Blood Demon Dragon could not use.

But just as he was leaving, Wen Yu, for some unknown reason, used his Qiankun Eye to directly capture the battlefield in that void!

At this moment, Wen Yu's bright, dark eyes were emitting a faint light, and in his left eye, there seemed to be a shrunken, infinitely smaller void slowly rotating.

Even while being chased by the Great Demon King, Wen Yu remained calm and composed, chuckling lightly:

"We can't just let this good place go to these demonic dragons, can we? And it wasn't until I left that I sensed something deep inside this battlefield that was attracting me."

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling glanced at Wen Yu with suspicion, but seeing that the other party seemed extremely serious this time, a sharp blue light flashed in his blue eyes.

Suddenly, the usually refined and elegant young Taoist boy's demeanor became somewhat dangerous.

"Since that's the case, I'll just cut this old mudfish in half with my sword and see if it dares to chase me again!"

Upon seeing this, Wen Yu shook his head and said:

"No need for all that trouble, let's just run away. Didn't you notice that this old guy's seemingly fierce shouts are just for show? He actually has no intention of fighting."

Feng Ling was taken aback upon hearing this. She looked at the surging demonic energy and roars coming from behind her and nodded in understanding.

It was all bark and no bite...

Three days and nights passed quickly during this chase, until the sun rose again on the horizon, at which point the patriarch of the Crimson Blood Dragon Clan finally stopped pursuing them.

As the overwhelming demonic aura gradually dissipated, a robust old man dressed in a magnificent black robe with a blood dragon design stood atop the mountain, watching with a rather grim expression as the two streaks of light completely disappeared from his sight.

"Changqing Palace..."

"So you still didn't catch up!"

Hearing the gentle voice behind him, the old man turned around and saw a young man dressed in a seven-colored feather robe and holding a feather fan walking slowly towards him.

"Hmph! Now you're kicking me when I'm down, where were you when I offered a helping hand?"

The young man in feathered robes smiled calmly:

"You can't say that. You, Chi Xue, are so wary of Changqing Palace, and so am I. Besides, this matter has little to do with me."

A hint of blood slowly flashed across the old man's crimson eyes, but the young man seemed not to see anything, still waving his feather fan as he slowly walked to the old man's side.

"So what if they escaped? But if you really hurt these two and lured the Palace Master of Changqing Palace to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, what other outcome could your clan possibly have but annihilation?"

"When the time comes, it won't just be your Crimson Blood Dragon Clan that suffers."

The old man's body surged with crimson energy, his aura growing increasingly dangerous, but the young man looked towards the distant sun, his expression filled with emotion as he said:

"Neither you nor I are like some old folks who still dream of leaving the Ten Thousand Mountains one day and reclaiming that vast world outside."

"But do these delusional old fogies really think that only they have been recuperating and rebuilding all these years, and that the immortal sects outside haven't been doing the same? Now, humanity is flourishing in all four regions, not just in my Southern Region!"

Upon hearing this, the old man slowly closed his eyes, his aura dissipated, and then he spoke:

"Perhaps they know it in their hearts, but they are just unwilling to accept it."

"Heh~ I'm still unwilling to accept this~"

The young man turned to look at the old man with a half-smile. How could he not know that the man in front of him was talking about himself?

The young man shook his head and said nothing more. Then, a flash of seven-colored light appeared on his body, and he disappeared from the spot without a trace.

A cold glint flashed in the old man's eyes.

The demon race is a dog-eat-dog world, constantly fighting and vying for power among themselves; these guys aren't so kind.

If something were to happen to the Crimson Blood Dragon Clan, the other great demon clans would be more than happy to see it happen, and would then swarm forward, tearing at the mangled body until they drank the last drop of blood.

They came here today only because they were worried that they would attract that person and be caught in the crossfire.

Those watching from the surrounding area just now, trying to stop him from making a move, weren't just the one beside him. None of these guys wanted to provoke the terrifyingly protective Palace Master of Changqing Palace...

"It really is... I'm not reconciled..."

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Wen Yu and Feng Ling did not stop, flying all the way out of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

"Initially, we were planning to go to Qingfeng Mountain, but we never expected such a change to happen. It would be best if we didn't go and cause trouble for that person."

As Wen Yu spoke, he saw that although Feng Ling looked regretful, she still nodded repeatedly. He couldn't help but smile, took out the Evergreen Jade Token, said a few words to it, and then put it away.

"That's good. We've been away for a long time, so we should return to the palace as soon as possible."

"We will meet that person from Qingfeng Mountain again in the future."

Meanwhile, within the Qingfeng Secret Realm.

Fang Yan, who was sitting cross-legged and cultivating amidst the illusory image of the purple-gold gourd, slightly raised his eyes and looked at the cyan jade tablet on the stone table, which was emitting a faint glow, with some surprise.

With a wave of his hand, he sent the evergreen jade tablet flying into his palm. At the same time, Wen Yu's gentle voice emanated from the jade tablet.

"Fellow Daoist Fang Yan, Feng Ling and I have gained some knowledge and skills in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, but we also encountered some minor troubles. We intend to return to Changqing Palace for cultivation as soon as possible, so we will not visit you."

"On the day we meet again in the future, we will sit down and discuss the Dao with you, and enjoy wine and conversation."

Fang Yan put down the jade token and raised an eyebrow slightly.

A minor inconvenience...

With the abilities of this senior Wen Yu, anything that can be called a "minor trouble" is probably not so minor after all...