Chapter 932: Chapter 129: Entering the Martial World, Time Races On (End of Volume)

Faced with the Whale Fisherman, who was unyielding like iron and stone after drinking, with a face like a city wall, indestructible.

The silver-haired girl had no expression on her face at the time, only opening her lips to say two words:

“Big brother.”

Demoting from father to big brother.

Thus the Whale Fisherman’s face turned ashen, his Taoist Heart shattered, and he fled in panic.

Unable to see the slight pout on the silver-haired girl’s cheek.

Old Siming could only tell Li Guanyi to go ahead first, assured that with their skills, they would easily find them later and join forces against the Demon Sect then.

Old Siming smiled: “Within the Demon Sect, the grievances and grudges from decades, even centuries ago, should be settled.”

“The fisherman is skilled in formations, and he will likely prepare something remarkable for this trip.”

“So be at ease.”

Li Guanyi recalled Old Siming’s words, gazing at the distant sky, which was calm yet alternated with rolling clouds and surging waves. Looking around, there were no obstacles, and the view was extremely broad, making one’s heart surge wildly.

Li Guanyi clenched his fist.

Western Regions.

The world!

…

Western Regions・Demon Sect.

“Is this the place where Huyan Jixuan died?” a clear, pleasant voice rang out unhurriedly.

The Holy Daughter Long Han’er, like everyone else, kept her head bowed, not daring to look.

She only replied respectfully, “Yes.”

“Huyan Jixuan, the Great Grandmaster, seemed to have fought with Jiangnan Qin Wu Hou, and was countered by the Qi Fortune.”

The person murmured, “Although Huyan Jixuan was from the Western Regions and arrogant, he did possess true skills. Centuries ago, during the witchcraft chaos under the Central Plain’s dynasty, the Divination and Witchcraft branches scattered, and he acquired the Divination heritage.”

“Having lived over a hundred years, he also contested with the old guy from the Yin Yang Family.”

“Each had their moments of advantage.”

“Now he has even broken through to the Nine Heavens, his martial skills are extraordinary. Even I must respect him a bit, yet he was killed so easily?”

“Truly remarkable.”

“Jiangnan Qin Wu Hou.”

The voice seemed to chuckle and continued unhurriedly, “My good son-in-law.”

“Truly has skill.”

Long Han’er bowed her head and said, “Sect Hierarch…”

In this secret and boundless place, one of the core areas of the Demon Sect, everyone knelt down. Standing there was a woman in luxurious robes, with a veil on her face. Just looking at her clear eyes, often smiling, one can tell she was a beauty for the ages.

The Sect Master of the Demon Sect said, “Huyan Jixuan’s remains should be handled, but this place, where our Demon Sect’s Qi Fortune has accumulated over centuries, might not be safe. We should find a way to move it.”

But another voice retorted, “No!”

The speaker was an old man with unusually broad shoulders, a bald head, and tattoos of Western style, saying, “The formation here has hundreds of years, with a heavy accumulation of folk Qi Fortune. If moved, it will certainly scatter.”

“If moved, we might lose thirty percent.”

The Sect Master said, “Losing thirty percent is better than having it all swallowed.”

The old man said, “It’s just the local elder who died, and although that Qin Wu Hou has skills, can he be stronger than the South Sea Whale Fisherman?”

“Sect Master, even your paramour couldn’t find this place back then.”

“How could a mere kid discover it?”

The old man stared unceremoniously at the peerless beauty.

The Sect Master smiled and said, “That does make some sense.”

“However, telling such words to a weak woman like me is hardly heroic.”

“If you have the skill, you should say such things to the fisherman himself, point at him, and say he’s my paramour, then you’d have great valor.”

The bald old man’s tone halted.

The Sect Master carefully adjusted and said:

“The rest of you, any thoughts?”

A female elder, Wu Xuefei, said, “Qin Wu Hou, a duke of the realm, the leader of Jiangnan, an uncrowned king, such a person when enraged, is known by all, his actions being like a fierce tiger entering the woods, like the Azure Dragon soaring in the sky, will surely cause changes.”

“From Jiangnan to here, winding between Ying and Chen Country, the journey would take a good three to five months; by then, news will certainly reach us, and we can decide based on the situation.”

“He likely won’t reach us immediately and charge directly at us.”

This suggestion was a compromise, thus all parties consented.

The Demon Sect Hierarch said indifferently, “As you have said.”

Wu Xuefei then smiled and said, “This place is one of our Holy Sect’s three treasures, with gold and silver treasures, martial arts secret realms, and many Qi Fortunes, with hundreds of experts lurking here. The surrounding towns and villages are all our believers.”

“Within a hundred miles, in any inhabited place, the name of the Holy Sect is known, they are all our informants, some are martial artists, some are beggars, some are serfs, and some are just ordinary people.”

“But they all think well of us.”

“Even if they starve, they’d give us their gold and silver.”

“They are all our eyes and ears.”

“Even a Martial Arts Legend couldn’t kill them all.”

“There will always be some who can escape.”

“However, speaking of which, the second son of the Ying Country’s Duke Mansion, Li Zhaowen, seems to have appeared again…”

…

The Golden Winged Great Peng Bird circled in the air, folded its wings in the afternoon sun, and landed among the luxurious palace houses, then descended like a flying arrow, a hand wearing a deerskin guard stretched out.

The Golden Winged Great Peng Bird folded its wings and landed on that arm.