Chapter 622: Chapter 560: Wuhe Battle Order

Returning to the Monarch’s Return Banquet, Baili An discovered that Wuhe Su Xi was no longer among the seats, and his gaze shifted slightly as he searched among the myriad leaves on the altar.

The Female Demon Lord held a wine cup in one hand and lifted him into her embrace with the other, pointing at a green leaf with her wine cup, she smiled and said, “You’ve returned rather quickly, look, an interesting play is about to start.”

Inside that small green leaf world, the two people fighting were none other than Wuhe Su Xi and Erhe Zangxin.

It turned out that the second box’s Battle Order had been placed there by Wuhe Su Xi.

The ranking between him and Zangxin was separated by three positions, and he hadn’t entered the Xuanting Cave Manor, so he didn’t know what special abilities Erhe Zangxin possessed.

The strength disparity between each River Lord was as vast as a Heavenly Gorge, and this Wuhe Lord’s heart was indeed quite bold, overlooking the seriously injured Ning Feiyan, easy to bully, and instead chose to aim at the second-ranked Erhe.

And soon after Ning Feiyan returned to her seat, unexpectedly, following the seriously injured Peacock Ming King being dragged away, two more Demon Clan women, who were unaware of death and kicking someone while they were down, challenged her.

One of the Demon Clan women was from Baizhou, and the other was from Chizhou; both wore masks on their faces, and from their attire, they seemed not to be Demon Generals, just ordinary members of the Demon Clan, but unexpectedly, they were extremely difficult to deal with.

Ning Feiyan, during her battle with the Peacock Ming King, had only used one Demon Butterfly Needle to stabilize her injury.

But after the battle with these two Demon Clan women, although she won, her body was also marked with wounds, deep bloody gashes on both her arm and cheek, and afterward, she was even too lazy to make up excuses to leave and treat herself.

After the battle, she straightforwardly took four Demon Butterfly Needles, and openly and nobly stabbed them into her body right in full view of the entire audience.

One can only imagine the level of pain from four needles entering the body all at once.

Although the two Demon Clan women were defeated, upon seeing Ning Feiyan’s almost self-harming action, the two of them seemed very satisfied.

It seemed not as if they had come to challenge for her position as Si He, but rather it gave one the impression of malicious retaliation and troublemaking.

Even more remarkably, those two Demon Clan women displayed strength and cultivation far beyond a Demon General, which made Baili An take a second look.

After watching them, he inexplicably felt that their figures… were particularly familiar.

By the time Ning Feiyan had resolved the challenges from the two Demon Clan women, the battle between Wuhe and Erhe was coming to a close.

Without suspense, Su Xi was unable to defeat Zangxin; when he emerged from the Qingye World, covered in blood, even though it was a battle, the shackles on his body could not be taken off.

People say he’s known as the Mad Dog in the Demon World, but at that moment after the fight, standing there drenched in blood, his posture was upright like bamboo, his large sleeves touched the ground, and despite the wretched bloodiness, there was a hint of gentle Zen elegance.

He slowly spoke, his voice without any trace of despair or unwillingness from defeat, very calm, “This is the first time I’m formally exchanging blows with Erhe Lord. I do not know if it’s just Su Xi’s illusion, but I feel that Erhe Lord’s swordsmanship gives off a particularly familiar feeling.”

Blood continuously dripped along the fingertips of Erhe Zangxin’s hand that dangled to his side, indicating that this battle had not been easy for him.

Under the mask, his pitch-black eyes were impenetrable and void of any emotion, “I fight with a saber.”

Su Xi laughed, “Although you are trying very hard to hide it, every time you wield your saber, there is a shadow of Sword Dao. I can be sure that you are wholeheartedly devoted to Sword Dao. Zangxin, Zangxin, you are not burying your own heart but the sword heart of the enemy. It’s fortunate that I do not practice sword cultivation; otherwise, I would have been defeated miserably today.”

A series of words made Zangxin’s expression extremely dark, as if the person who had just won the fight wasn’t him at all.

Su Xi continued, “Why do you hide the fact that you use a sword? If it’s to conceal some identity of yours, in this world, there are no less than tens of millions of Sword Cultivators. Even if you use a sword, it would be difficult for others to deduce your identity.”

At this moment, Zangxin’s eyes turned somewhat terrifying, “I should have killed you just now.”

Su Xi smiled, replying, “You can’t kill me. Today I had no intention of a life-and-death duel with you. I lost, indeed, but if Erhe Lord wants to kill me, it will not be such an easy thing. Your reaction being so intense proves that my guess is not wrong; in the Demon World, you dread the fact that you know sword techniques, afraid that others might deduce the identity you wish to hide.”

“Enough,” under Zangxin’s increasingly terrifying aura, the Female Demon Lord spoke, interrupting what Su Xi was going to say next, clearly not wanting him to continue.

She glanced indifferently at Su Xi, reached into the fifth Xuan box, and picked up the Battle Order, “I think it’s better for Wuhe Lord to handle this matter first, rather than whether Erhe Lord practices swordsmanship.”

She took the Battle Order, then threw it at Su Xi’s feet. On the Xuantie gilded Token, a prominent “Wu” character was engraved.

Seeing that number, Baili An was shocked; the battle order from the fifth box was actually the Wuhe battle order.

Su Xi stared blankly at the Token at his feet, his gaze hesitating and perplexed; it seemed as though he was surprised as well as puzzled.

His own Battle Order had been used to challenge Erhe, but how could there be another identical Battle Order in his box now?

Could it be that he was preparing to challenge himself?

This Battle Order could not possibly be fake because a fake one could absolutely not appear in the Demon Lord’s box.

Shashasha…

At this moment, the sound of soft boots stepping over fine gravel was distinctly heard.

A shoe embroidered with a green jade bead arrived before that Battle Order, and with a light tap on the ground, the Battle Order vibrated and steadily fell into her hands.

Standing in front of Su Jing was a young Demon Clan woman, who was quite ordinary-looking, making it difficult to remember her face.

But Baili An felt that this was not her true appearance; it was clear she had used a disguise technique.

Otherwise, no matter how ordinary the face, with his photographic memory, he would not have forgotten her completely after seeing her once and then closing his eyes.

But Su Xi, facing this woman, suddenly froze as if he saw something unexpected and should not have appeared before him.

The bewilderment in his eyes deepened, and then he narrowed his eyes intensely, a gaze like that of a rabid dog filled with vigilance and hatred, he gritted his teeth, “It’s you.”

The woman seemed to ignore the hostility in his eyes and instead responded with a light smile, “Su Xi, it’s me.”

From Su Xi’s throat came a growl like that of a beast, cold and filled with hate, “What are you doing here?!”

The woman gazed deeply at him, then sighed lightly, said earnestly, “I’m here to kill you.”

In an instant! Su Xi, like a ferocious beast, burst from the ground, ignoring the bursting wounds on his body, firmly grabbed the woman’s neck, and dragged her with him into the Qingye World.

The moment they entered the Qingye World, the soil on the altar turned extremely dark and blood-red, as if infused with some vengeful tainted blood.

That green leaf, too, snapped with a sharp noise, fissuring open, as the energy erupting from the two threatened to obliterate that leaf world.

The Female Demon Lord casually repaired the leaf, her gaze shifting, turned unexpectedly towards Shu Ci, inquiring, “Does Yihe Lord recognize the identity of this person?”

Shu Ci sipped his wine calmly, but what he said sent shockwaves through the crowd.

“One of the Taixuan Nine Classics, Shengqing Scripture’s Ye Lian.”

Baili An was equally astounded.

The Taixuan Nine Classics turned out to be Senior Sister Wen!

How could someone from the Immortal Sect possess a Wuhe Battle Order, and what was her relationship with Su Xi?

This Monarch’s Return Banquet was becoming more and more chaotic.

Erhe Zangxin sneered coldly, “Taixuan Sect’s Ye Lian? She truly dares to come. I remember four hundred years ago, wasn’t it this Ye Lian who led the extermination of Wuhe Lord’s sect? Immortal Sect people really know no bounds, what is her intention in setting up these challenges? Could it be that she yearns to inherit the rivers of my Demon World with the body of an Immortal, coveting both the position of the Nine Classics and the rivers of the Demon World at the same time? Righteous people really are all about fishing for fame and compliments.”

“Fishing for fame and compliments…” The Female Demon Lord looked meaningfully at Zangxin, her voice mocking yet teasing, “Then I wonder about someone who holds a position at the Mohe, while carrying the identity of either the Tianxi’s famous sword or from the Taixuan Nine Classics or Cangwu Hidden Hall, what should we say about that?”

Erhe Zangxin trembled all over, his gaze under the mask nearly shattering as he looked at her, seemingly unable to comprehend how she could know the deepest secret that he had hidden.

The Demon Clan, due to Ye Lian’s seemingly suicidal arrival, erupted into a frenzy; they were extremely enraged that a righteous Nine Classics dared to attend their most sacred Monarch’s Return Banquet, undoubtedly an act of extreme humiliation and desecration.

Amidst the clamor, only Ning Feiyan remained sitting alone at her seat, rinsing blood off her fingertips with the water in her cup, appearing unusually calm.

Baili An reckoned the time, observing the Female Demon Lord’s expressions and demeanor, thinking that it should not be long before she too would call for her death sentence.

“Ugh…” Baili An lay in the arms of the Female Demon Lord, suddenly adopting a pained expression as if he were severely suffering from food poisoning.

He retched loudly, rolling his painful white eyes, and vomited all the snacks like dried fish, sugar cake, and plums that she had fed him earlier in the day all over her sleeves.

The Female Demon Lord’s cold and teasing expression instantly froze, her gaze anxious as she cradled Baili An’s small body, completely disregarding the filth on herself, her demeanor somewhat flustered, “Xiao Bai, what’s wrong with you?”

Baili An could not answer her question but continued to retch and convulse.

The Female Demon Lord immediately summoned a physician to examine him.

Baili An had purposely induced vomiting, so naturally, the Demon Clan physician could not figure out the reason, but could he say nothing? That would seem very incompetent, wouldn’t it?

Therefore, in front of the Demon Lord, he could only vaguely diagnose it as food poisoning, suggesting that taking him to rest quietly would suffice.

The Female Demon Lord intended to leave the Monarch’s Return Banquet immediately, but after all, she was the Female Demon Lord, today’s main host of the banquet, and the old ancestral rules were in place; she could not leave at will.

Left with no choice, she had to entrust Baili An to the physician and let him take good care of the child.

Thus, a temporary escape was resolved.

Regarding Baili An’s feigned departure, Ning Feiyan did not call it out but simply captured a cold and mocking glance from her as the physician carrying Baili An passed by her.

Perhaps she thought that Baili An was in a hurry to leave because she was about to fall into a deadly predicament and could no longer protect himself.

And at this moment, with the Monarch’s Return Banquet gathering all demons, it indeed was the perfect opportunity for Baili An to leave this place.