Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

Just like wiping a dusty table with a rag, the incongruous blank space will guide him in the direction of his escape.

"Hmm? There's no blank space in his aura. Has Li Wenhong been staying here all this time? How is that possible!" Balan frowned and stood still.

It was during this incident, amidst the corpses scattered on the ground, that a long sword stained with blood suddenly flew out, without any trace of sword control or internal energy flow.

The sword flashed with a cold light, and a killing move erupted from it!

This contains seven or eight tenths of Li Tairan's life's insights!

Balan had been on high alert ever since he entered this place, so he was able to detect the sneak attack in time.

Even so, she was still secretly startled.

With a flick of her sleeve, Balan revealed a slender and elegant longsword in her delicate hand. The blade shimmered with a soft blue light and calmly parried the sneak attack.

She stared at the flying sword that had attacked her, recalling the broken sword that Chu Mingkong had seized from Li Tairan, her beautiful face turning icy cold.

"You're Li Wenhong? And you've turned into a sword?!"

No wonder I couldn't sense where his aura went or where he fled. It turns out he had been disguised as a sword and hiding among these corpses!

Chapter 109 The Spirit Pigeon Clan's Powerful Warrior

No, it didn't turn into a sword.

"Change" often refers to disguise, but Li Wenhong is not disguised now; he seems to have truly been transformed into a sword by some force.

After a crisp yet deafening clang of metal striking metal, Balan, who was passively receiving the sword, gained a slight advantage and knocked Li Wenhong away.

However, it was only a minor victory and did not cause much damage to Li Wenhong.

He is much stronger than he was when he was still a person not long ago.

Balan, dressed in a blue and gold-embroidered silk dress, stood with her sword, exuding an awe-inspiring and unapproachable majesty.

"Li Wenhong, you were only a Sword Saint before. Even with the help of your father, Li Tairan, you were still far behind me. How come you've become so much stronger in just a few days?"

Her tone was calm, but her heart was in turmoil.

If it were Li Wenhong from before, even if Balan was the one passively receiving the attack, he would be confident that he could retaliate and seriously injure him. The gap brought about by the overwhelming sword intent that is across a whole realm is difficult to narrow, and Balan's basic cultivation of the five elements is not weak either. It is just that he is younger than Li Tairan, which makes his accumulation seem insufficient.

Regardless of whether the person who could make Li Wenhong suddenly become so much stronger used a high-cost evil method, this person's own strength must be much stronger than Li Wenhong's!

She was wary of the person who had brought this alienation to Li Wenhong.

Li Wenhong's current "appearance" is similar to his father's sword. It is a three-foot-long green sword with a relatively wide blade. It is engraved with dense patterns and the entire sword is surrounded by water spirit energy, with a stream of water flowing around it.

The most eye-catching feature is the character "奴" (slave) engraved on the sword. The script is not from this world, but it is generally similar.

Li Wenhong hung in mid-air, silent, facing off against Balan.

"...Could it be that your mind has been erased?" Balan wondered when he saw that Balan did not speak.

The silence lasted only a moment before a loud laugh from Nuoyu rang out, coming from behind Balan—

Balan's expression froze instantly. Almost instantly, he reacted by attacking instead of defending, unleashing his dual spiritual energy of metal and water, and slashing out with sword energy like a crescent moon.

Her swordplay was light and agile, extremely fast, and vaguely resembled that of an assassin, with her sword striking very quickly.

Even so, the owner of the voice still managed to dodge it. The sword energy grazed past his side, and he reached out with one hand to pinch Balan's face, a magic array appearing in his palm.

Balan instinctively judged that this was most likely a soul control array, and if he encountered it, he might end up like Li Wenhong!

A shield materialized in front of her, and Balan retreated simultaneously, knowing that distance was always the most important factor before knowing the full extent of the attack.

Looking back, Balan realized that the tall man's physique was somewhat strange, unlike that of a human.

"You've reached the Sword Immortal realm, but unfortunately your cultivation is shallow, and there are too many gaps in your Divine Soul realm. It would be a pity to use you to forge a sword." Suddenly, a dazzling golden short sword pierced out from the palm array of the man.

The aura of extreme Yang power!

Balan's spiritual energy shield was pierced, and his sword intent shield barely held on, but it was also gradually dissipating. His opponent was extremely skilled in cultivating the power of extreme yang.

"I've never heard of a powerhouse like you. Are you the little thief from the Heavenly Realm who stole and altered the Yin-Yang Chaos Soul Array?" The stunningly beautiful female sword immortal gritted her teeth and defended herself.

"Little thief? I hope that you, a sword immortal from the lower realm, will respectfully address me as... the great thief Wu Yiling!" the man laughed mockingly.

When he made his move earlier, he deliberately had Li Wenhong "throw out a brick to lure out the jade" so that Balan would make the first move to test the waters. This was indeed a sign of caution, after all, this was the place where Basheng's legacy was passed down, and there was no guarantee that there might be some hidden tricks. But now he was completely at ease.

He still had plenty of room to maneuver against the sword immortals of the Sword Dynasty, but the cultivators from the Heavenly Domain were ultimately far ahead.

"You are worthy to be my female sword slave. You have good potential. In the future, I will have the opportunity to take you to the Heavenly Realm. It would be your honor!"

Wu Yiling continued to exert his strength, and the golden blade pierced through Balan's sword energy shield. At the same time, Li Wenhong, who had been enslaved by the sword, also launched a sneak attack.

This slave sword is uncontrolled and has no killing intent whatsoever, making it difficult to predict. One can only be distracted and defend against it. But if Balan is distracted, the direct attack from Wu Yiling becomes a major problem.

"I'll easily get another excellent female slave sword!"

Wu Yiling sneered, already feeling that victory was within his grasp.

But just as the Extreme Yang Short Sword completely shattered the shield, an unfamiliar power surged from Balan's body, and the curtain of fire spread by the Extreme Yin Fire Spiritual Qi pushed Wu Yiling back several steps.

He retreated repeatedly, looking at Balan with surprise and uncertainty:

"What was that power just now! Could it be the power of extreme Yin? The Smiling Buddha seems to have mentioned something like that, that a man named Chu Mingkong possessed this power."

Balan himself was also confused, not knowing where this power came from, but when he thought of the power of extreme yin, he naturally thought of Chu Mingkong.

Could it be the power he transferred to me during our dual cultivation?

However, given this power, Balan can only passively defend itself for now, and it's unknown how long it can protect her, so the situation is still not optimistic.

Wu Yiling had many doubts, but decided to shift her focus.

Like scattering beans to create soldiers, his long sleeves held a secret. With a gentle shake, dozens of golden balls fell, which transformed into swords, and then into dozens of powerful slave swords.

"Let's go. Let's see the Sword Emperor Dynasty's Sword Manual, see how your Sword Emperor defeated my Sword Tyrant Mountain's ancestors, and slowly deal with these slave swords."

Wu Yiling vanished in an instant; this scheme was truly despicable.

Upon discovering that Balan's true strength was not as expected, he decisively left, letting the slave swordsmen stall for time. Even if they couldn't subdue her, keeping her occupied was still a merit.

Trapped here, she cannot offer assistance elsewhere.

Wu Yiling possessed many similar slave swords.

"Tsk! We need to make them watch out for this person." Balan clicked his tongue, but he had no choice but to deal with these slave swords that contained divine souls.

After a while, a dense rain of swords suddenly fell from the sky, clanging and banging like a waterfall striking rocks.

Reinforcements have arrived!

Zuo Donglu arrived on her sword, the hairpin in her hair transforming into a flying sword. The flying swords became generals, and the rain of swords became soldiers. They quickly suppressed the slave swords, giving Balan a chance to breathe.

"What are these?" Zuo Donglu stared at the strange flying swords without changing her expression.

"I'll explain to you while I handle this. A Celestial being has headed towards the Scripture Tower. We need to notify them!" Balan said anxiously.

......

The Smiling Buddha has already met with the Rakshasa Society's advisors, but...

The number of people is incorrect!

At least a dozen people responded to him at the time, and considering that these people would bring their own companions, the team might have grown to twenty or thirty people.

The quality of soldiers is more important than their quantity. If we send thirty men, we could easily raze the Sword Dynasty to the ground.

How come there are only a little over ten people now?

"Where are the others?" he asked, grinning widely.

One of the powerful demons explained, "Most of those who didn't come are from the Spirit Pigeon Clan."

The Smiling Buddha smiled expressionlessly: "I know, so where are they?"

"After traveling for a while, I thought it was too far, so I canceled."

"...?"

Chapter 110 The Realm of No Thoughts

The Smiling Buddha suddenly felt a sense of darkness engulfing his vision.

At the Rakshasa Society meeting, these people were all so enthusiastic, eager to arrive immediately, but now they're too lazy to come.

Deep down, he suddenly agreed with Wu Yiling's assessment of these people: a mob.

A rare moment of frantic turmoil flickered through the otherwise deathly calm of the Smiling Buddha, but he quickly regained his composure.

"It's a real pity. You all worked so hard to reach the position of Heavenly Yaksha, yet some of you don't cherish it, don't strive for more, and don't want to get closer to the dragon ranks of Asura King and Snow Queen. You undoubtedly have a better chance. That fox should be here by now, right?"

Upon hearing the location mentioned by the Smiling Buddha, all who arrived were filled with envy and longing.

There are several levels in the Rakshasa Assembly. At each meeting, only the "Dragon Clan," including the Asura King and the Laughing Buddha, can sit among them, followed by the "Yakshas." The other levels, such as the "Fragrance Clan" and the "Kinnara," can only sit in the caves in the rock wall.

Some of the Yaksha-level powerhouses who have just arrived are newcomers. Having experienced the differences in resource offerings between the various levels of the Rakshasa Society, they all yearn for the resources of the Dragon Clan.

He felt even more strongly that the Asura King and the others were so powerful precisely because they joined the Rakshasa Society much earlier than others and obtained cultivation resources earlier.

Above the Dragon Clan, the Celestials seem to belong to the Celestial Realm. In the current Rakshasa Assembly, only the long-browed monk, the representative of the Celestial Realm, can be considered a Celestial.

But that's a long way off. These people don't crave that position because as long as they advance to the Dragon Clan, they already have the qualifications to go to the Heavenly Realm. If they can go to the Heavenly Realm, what's the point of having the title of the Dragon Clan?

The most recent person to be promoted to the Dragon Clan was the six-tailed, spider-eyed fox woman. Her promotion was both unexpected and bizarre.

She risked her life to absorb the essence of two Yakshas of the same level. Although she was seriously injured, she also gained great power.

However, after this experience, the other Yakshas naturally wouldn't treat her well and would avoid her altogether, for fear that if they met one day, she would forcibly bully their bulls.

"She did come, but she said she would act on her own," someone said, their tone disdainful and contemptuous.

The Smiling Buddha shook his head. Oh well, he wouldn't dwell on the fact that the female fox would help.

She's being cautious now, and her arrogance only stems from the fact that she's within the Rakshasa Society's space, relying on the assumption that no one will actually kill her. Right now, she's wholeheartedly waiting to go to the Heavenly Realm, so it's normal that she doesn't dare to show herself.

Thinking of the miserable state the half-fox would be in after arriving in the Heavenly Realm, the Smiling Buddha's smile deepened, revealing even more teeth.

"You may now act as you please. It would be best to stay near those transport wagons. Also, here is a small gift from our distinguished guests from the Heavenly Realm."

He tossed out several meatballs, about the size of a baby's fist, with bones and flesh intertwined. The group of yakshas frowned as they caught them, and were surprised to find that these meatballs could actually grow into a long sword of flesh and blood.