People in the Imperial Music Bureau: The Storytelling Demon Child Nezha

Shi Hao's extraordinary encounter in Huozhou has already attracted the attention of many forces, making him a target for their covetousness and attacks.

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind arose outside the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau), with flying sand and stones causing the doors and windows to rattle loudly.

Wei Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Could this sudden change in weather be related to the upcoming Genius Battle?"

Li Qiye nodded slightly, his expression worried: "Strange phenomena in the heavens and earth are often omens of great events to come. This battle of geniuses will likely be more magnificent and more dangerous than ever before."

A flash of light appeared on the fan, and the scene changed again, showing Shi Hao traveling alone on the ancient road leading from Huozhou to the outside world.

He exuded a faint aura of flames, and with each step he took, a shallow scorch mark was left on the ground.

Along the way, spies from various forces were hidden in the shadows, secretly observing his every move.

As Shi Hao was walking, a commotion suddenly broke out not far ahead, interspersed with a woman's exclamation.

His heart tightened, and he quickened his pace. There, in a wide-open space, he saw three women dressed in exquisite clothes being attacked by a group of Fiery Hell Demon Apes.

The Fiery Demon Ape is an extremely powerful race in the Fire Continent. Its body is covered with crimson scales, from which magma constantly seeps out. It possesses immense strength and is inherently brutal.

The woman at the head of the group had a graceful figure, her moon-white dress fluttering in the wind, and her black hair cascading down to her slender waist like a waterfall. It was Yunxi.

"Yunxi!" Shi Hao couldn't help but blurt out, his voice full of surprise and concern.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Yunxi's beautiful eyes lit up instantly. Turning her head, she saw Shi Hao standing not far away, radiating a reassuring aura.

"Shi Hao!"

She couldn't help but shout, her voice carrying a hint of grievance and joy.

Without further hesitation, Shi Hao dashed out like lightning.

With a wave of his hand, the Thunder Emperor's Treasure Technique was activated instantly. Streaks of purple lightning, like agile dragons, surged from his palm and roared towards the group of Fiery Hell Demon Apes.

813 Wherever the lightning struck, the Fiery Hell Demon Ape let out painful roars, its scales shattered by the lightning, billowing black smoke.

Seeing this, the remaining Fiery Demon Apes, though unwilling, were also intimidated by Shi Hao's power and turned to scatter and flee.

Yunxi walked quickly to Shi Hao, her eyes filled with complex emotions, including the joy of reunion and the shyness of separation.

"Shi Hao, I didn't expect to meet you here."

She spoke softly, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Shi Hao scratched his head and smiled somewhat embarrassedly: "I didn't expect to run into you either. What are you doing here, and encountering these Fiery Hell Demon Apes?"

Yunxi sighed softly and said, "We are from the Celestial Race. We came out to carry out a mission, but we didn't expect to accidentally enter the territory of the Flame Prison Demon Ape and be attacked by them."

As she spoke, she glanced at the two maids beside her, her eyes filled with worry.

Shi Hao nodded, his gaze firm, and said, "In that case, I'll send you back to the Celestial Race. There are too many dangers along the way, and I don't feel comfortable letting you travel alone."

A hint of gratitude flashed in Yunxi's eyes, and she nodded slightly: "Then I'll trouble you."

Along the way, Shi Hao and Yun Xi walked side by side. Although neither of them said much, a unique atmosphere filled the air.

Chapter 120 The Celestial Race Makes Things Difficult, and the Fool Appears

Shi Hao would glance at Yun Xi from time to time, his eyes full of concern, while Yun Xi would occasionally steal glances at Shi Hao, her cheeks flushed.

When they finally arrived at the Celestial Race's encampment, they found the atmosphere somewhat strange.

The Celestial Guards looked at Shi Hao with wariness and hostility.

The lead guard stepped forward and said coldly, "Who are you? Why are you traveling with my Celestial Race disciples?"

Yunxi quickly stepped forward to explain, "This is Shi Hao, my savior. He specially escorted us back this time."

The guard remained unmoved, coldly scoffing, "Hmph, who knows what your intentions are? You might be a spy with ulterior motives. If you want to enter my Celestial Race, prove your strength first."

Shi Hao frowned, somewhat displeased, but thinking of Yun Xi, he suppressed his anger and asked, "How can you prove it?"

Li Qiye's folding fan swept through the air, creating a half-moon shape, and three streaks of crimson light suddenly burst forth from the fan ribs, weaving together to form a fiery landscape in the air above the Jiaofangsi.

On the crimson desert, three slender figures were surrounded by a nine-headed demonic ape entangled in lava.

"Fiery Prison Demon Ape!" Song Tingfeng was so shocked that he knocked over the fruit plate. Wasn't this one of the ten most ferocious creatures in Fire State?

As the fan swirled, the face of the girl in the moon-white dress at the head of the group gradually became clear. Suddenly, the jade pendant at Wei Yuan's waist displayed the ancient seal script characters for the Celestial Race. Yang Yan abruptly gripped the hilt of his sword: It's Fairy Yunxi!

Li Qiye flicked the tip of his fan, and a bolt of lightning suddenly lit up the edge of the desert. The first bronze lamp illuminated Shi Hao's figure as he arrived, riding the Thunder Emperor's Treasure Technique.

Every step he took left a burning footprint in the sand.

The second lamp's close-up shot of Yunxi turning her head reveals a resonance between the moonlight emblem on her brow and the Phoenix Ancestor mark on Shi Hao's forehead, causing the demonic apes to collectively retreat.

What a heroic rescue!

Just as Nangong Qianrou uttered her praise, the third lamp suddenly revealed that the demon ape leader had pulled out a burning bone flute.

When the flute sounded, all the sand grains in the desert turned into crimson poison needles!

The fan was instantly filled with golden lightning. The fourth lamp illuminated the phantom of the Kunpeng that appeared behind Shi Hao, its wings spread like clouds hanging from the sky, sweeping away all the million poison needles.

The fifth lamp, however, revealed that Yunxi suddenly bit her fingertip, and a drop of blood, shimmering with moonlight, dripped onto Shi Hao's shoulder—

A secret blessing passed down by the Celestial Race! Princess Huaiqing's Nine Phoenix Hairpin moved without wind, and she actually...

Before the words were finished, the sixth lamp exploded, showering the sky with light.

The scene shifts to the entrance of the Celestial Race's White Jade Mountain, where twelve elders carrying halos of light stand blocking the stone steps.

The purple-bearded elder at the head of the group sent out seventy-two spirit-sealing nails from his sleeve, aiming straight for Shi Hao's major acupoints!

"Ungrateful!" Yang Yan slammed his fist on the table in anger. But then, Shi Hao in the fan neither dodged nor evaded, and the Supreme Bone on his chest suddenly reflected the Dao patterns of his transformation. In the last instant before the seventh lamp went out, everyone clearly saw the four Dao bodies of Shi Hao respectively use the Thunder Emperor Technique, the Kunpeng Technique, the Grass Character Sword Technique, and the True Phoenix Treasure Technique to melt the sky full of Spirit-Sealing Nails into molten iron.

Li Qiye suddenly closed his folding fan, and the scene of the mountain gate vanished into a wisp of green smoke. He stroked his beard and sighed, "Do you all know why the Third Elder of the Human Race was so hostile to Shi Hao that day?"

As everyone shook their heads, Princess Huaiqing suddenly tapped her teacup lightly: "Is it because of the Ancient Immortal Alliance?"

The princess has discerning eyes. A fragment of bronze slipped from Li Qiye's sleeve, faintly bearing ancient inscriptions signifying the irreconcilable conflict between humanity and nature. But this old man can only say this much for today...

Before he finished speaking, all the candles in the Jiaofangsi suddenly turned an eerie blue.

With a "crack," a thin crack appeared on the jade pendant at Wei Yuan's waist. He frowned slightly and muttered, "This candlelight..."

Li Qiye remained calm, gently waving his folding fan, and said with a smile, "Don't panic, everyone. It's just a strange phenomenon in the story reflecting reality."

Princess Huaiqing's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at Li Qiye: "Sir, are you saying that the strange phenomenon just now was not real, but rather an outflow of energy from the story?"

Li Qiye nodded: "That's right. The stories I tell are fictional, but the characters, laws, and rules of heaven and earth are all self-contained and occasionally resonate subtly with the real world."

Yang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "I see. I thought there really were Soul-Hunting Beasts going to attack!"

Song Tingfeng patted his chest, still shaken: "Sir, your story was so realistic, even the candlelight seemed to change! It gave me quite a fright!"

Li Qiye laughed heartily, unfolded his folding fan, and the scene of Fire State reappeared on the fan surface—Shi Hao was standing in front of the Celestial Clan's mountain gate, confronting the twelve elders.

"Everyone, just watch, this kid Shi Hao won't give in easily."

The scene within the fan shifted, and Shi Hao faced the sky full of Spirit-Sealing Nails. His Supreme Bone shone with divine light, and his four Dao Bodies emerged simultaneously. The Thunder Emperor Technique, Kunpeng Technique, Grass Character Sword Art, and True Phoenix Treasure Technique all erupted at the same time, melting away all seventy-two Spirit-Sealing Nails!

Nangong Qianrou slapped the table in admiration: "What a brilliant move! This Celestial Elder is truly ungrateful!"

Li Qiye smiled slightly: "The Celestial Race considers themselves noble and views humans as ants, so naturally they won't easily accept Shi Hao. However..."

"But what?" Song Tingfeng asked impatiently, scattering the melon seeds all over the ground.

Li Qiye gently waved his folding fan, and the scene on the fan suddenly trembled violently. Outside the Celestial Race's mountain gate, three dazzling gates of light suddenly split open in the void.

They've arrived. Li Qiye smiled.

A burly young man carrying an iron rod emerged from the first gate of light; nine dragon-shaped bolts of lightning were wrapped around the rod.

He grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: You old bastards from the Celestial Race, you're bullying my brother, aren't you?

"You idiot!" Yang Yan exclaimed in surprise. Wasn't this the person Shi Hao had met in the Void God Realm...?

Before the words were finished, a young man in colorful clothes emerged from the second portal of light. With each step he took, a peacock tail feather unfurled behind him, and the seven-colored divine light dyed half the sky with dreamlike hues.

Peacock King! The Nine Phoenix Hairpin of Lord Huaiqing (Qian Dehao) moves automatically without wind. Isn't this the number one young person of the Ancient Divine Mountain?

The most astonishing sight was the third gate of light. A woman in white stepped out from under the moonlight, her every step creating lotus blossoms. On the bronze scabbard hanging at her waist were the words "Mending the Heavens."

Wei Yuan suddenly stood up: The Holy Maiden of the Patching Heaven Sect!

An uproar erupted within the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau). Li Qiye suddenly closed his folding fan, freezing the scene at the moment when three figures stood side by side with Shi Hao.

Behold, everyone, these are the true prodigies of the Upper Realm. He slid a recording stone from his sleeve, projecting an even grander scene—across the three thousand continents, countless young powerhouses were breaking through their cultivation barriers and converging towards the direction of the Immortal Relic Ancient Land.

With a wave of his colorful sleeves, the Peacock King unleashed a seven-colored divine light that transformed into a celestial canopy, sweeping away all seventy-two Spirit-Sealing Nails. He turned to Shi Hao, raising an eyebrow: "Little Stone, it's been years. How come you're getting bullied by these old fogies?"

Chapter 121 Strange Movements of the Witch God Cult

Er Lengzi was even more direct, slamming his iron rod into the ground: "Why waste words with them? Let's just storm in! I've wanted to tear down this damned Celestial Clan's mountain gate for a long time!"

The Holy Maiden of the Patching Heaven Sect gently pressed her sword hilt, her gaze piercing through the mountain gate and looking into the depths: Brother Shi, do you know what is hidden in this forbidden area of ​​the Celestial Race?

Shi Hao's chest bone suddenly trembled violently, and a blurry fragment of memory emerged—it was a woman who looked seven parts like Yun Xi, locked in the center of the altar!

This is... Shi Hao's pupils suddenly contracted.

Just then, an aged sigh came from deep within the mountain gate: Enough... let them in.

The twelve elders' expressions changed drastically: Grand Elder! This...

Open the mountain gate.

The voice carried an undeniable authority; it was time to settle some karmic debts.

Li Qiye suddenly slammed his folding fan on the table: "That's all for today." He looked around at everyone meaningfully. The following story concerns a buried ancient secret; we'll continue tomorrow.

Everyone was listening intently when suddenly a wave of sighs swept through them.

Song Tingfeng stamped his feet in anxiety: But what about the Celestial Race...?

A story is just a story. Li Qiye smiled slightly, took out a green lamp from his sleeve and placed it on the table. "If you 813 want to know what happens next, you can come and see this commemorative lamp tomorrow."

Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from outside the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau).

A night watchman rushed in and knelt on one knee: "Reporting to the commander, the twelve high priests of the Witch God Cult have suddenly appeared on the southern border and are holding a blood sacrifice ceremony!"

Yang Yan suddenly stood up: What are they trying to do?

According to the scouts, it seems they are trying to awaken the sleeping avatar of the sorcerer god. The night watchman wiped the sweat from his brow. Even more bizarrely, large numbers of walking corpses suddenly appeared in various places, all moving towards the capital.

Princess Huaiqing frowned: This is related to the story you just told, sir...

"Completely unrelated." Li Qiye said decisively, "What I'm telling you is the legend of the three thousand great states, but this Witch God Cult is a real scourge in this world."

Wei Yuan was already fully prepared: "Sir, I apologize for disturbing you today. Yang Yan, immediately gather all the night watchmen and prepare to meet the enemy!"

Li Qiye suddenly took out a talisman from his sleeve: "Lord Wei, please wait. This is a talisman for suppressing witches that I obtained when I traveled to the southern border in my early years. Perhaps it will come in handy."

At the very moment the talismans were handed over, black liquid suddenly seeped from the floor of the Jiaofangsi (a government-run educational institution).

(ahae) Dozens of pale arms burst from the ground and grabbed at the ankles of the crowd!

Beware! Nangong Qianrou's sword flashed like a rainbow, severing several ghostly hands. The severed hands turned into black smoke upon hitting the ground, condensing in the air to form eight blood-red characters:

A blood moon hangs in the sky, and the sorcerer god descends.

Li Qiye snorted coldly, and golden flames suddenly ignited in the folding fan in his hand. Wherever the flames touched, the black smoke dissipated completely.

It seems the Witch God Cult has infiltrated the capital. Wei Yuan's expression was grave. "Sir, do you have a good plan?"

Li Qiye pushed the green lamp to the center of the table: "It's fine if this old man wants to continue telling stories, but..."

He looked meaningfully out the window. Are you all sure you want to hear a story right now?

Princess Huaiqing suddenly stood up: "I will go to the palace to see the Emperor immediately. Sir, this lamp..."

"Princess, rest assured." Li Qiye stroked his long beard. The Celestial Race in the story couldn't escape, but the walking corpses outside the capital were a real threat.

The group left in a hurry.

The Jiaofangsi (a type of entertainment venue) quickly became empty. Li Qiye watched the departing figures of the crowd, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

He slowly walked to the window, gently pushed it open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, carrying with it faint howls and a putrid stench.

Li Qiye gazed into the distance and saw clusters of dark clouds rapidly gathering on the horizon of the capital.

Beneath those dark clouds, countless blurry figures surged toward the capital; they were the walking dead.

"The Witch God Cult... this time they seem to be coming with overwhelming force." Li Qiye murmured to himself, his folding fan opening and closing unconsciously.