Chapter 1127 - 745: Gathering of Demonic Forces

Chapter 1127: Chapter 745: Gathering of Demonic Forces

Time flew by, and the Osmanthus Month had arrived.

On Starlight Island, the autumn mood was at its height.

Outside the Cold Ice Cave, the sky was high and the clouds were light.

Shen Xuan and Qin Yuehan shared the saddle of the Silver-Horned Celestial Horse, slowly riding along the main avenue of the Immortal City.

No ceremonial escort, no attendants.

Only two people on one steed, the crisp sound of hooves shattering the morning light over the whole city.

Wherever the Silver-Horned Celestial Horse passed, a hundred zhang ahead, passersby all halted.

They straightened their clothes, composed their faces, and bowed in salute.

The long street was silent, with only the sound of the morning breeze brushing against their robes.

From the Cold Ice Cave to the West City Gate was but a few dozen li.

The Silver-Horned Celestial Horse took a full hour to traverse it.

All along the way, there was utter silence.

Cultivators along the route all bowed with hands clasped, like waves of grain bending before the wind, stretching on without end.

They arrived before the West City Gate.

Shen Xuan lightly wrapped an arm around Qin Yuehan’s slender waist and steadily helped her down to the ground.

The city gate slowly opened.

On both sides, the city guards stood in armor glinting in the sunlight, solemn and forest-like.

"Husband, take care."

Qin Yuehan did not say much more; she lifted her eyes to look at him.

Autumn water rippled in her gaze, a thousand unsaid words all transforming into tender affection.

"Rest easy, my lady."

Shen Xuan said with a gentle smile, "In a few days I shall return home safe and sound."

With that, he spurred his horse out of the city.

At the very instant the Silver-Horned Celestial Horse stepped beyond the gate.

A roar of voices surged up behind him.

Chu Duanlang and Chu Wenhai, father and son, leading several hundred city guards, shouted in unison, "The Starlight City Guard Corps congratulates the Island Master—may you slay demons and exterminate devils, and win victory from the first banner raised!"

Their shout had barely fallen when the entire city responded in echo!

"We congratulate the Island Master on winning victory from the first banner raised!!!"

Their cries surged like a tidal wave, shaking heaven and earth.

Tens of thousands of cultivators lifted their heads and shouted at the same time, their voices shaking the Ninth Heaven.

Even the hidden plants and secret agents buried in the crowd felt their blood boil at this moment and forgot themselves as they shouted along.

Shen Xuan turned his head back, smiled faintly, and lifted his hand in a wave.

The Silver-Horned Celestial Horse spread its twin wings and soared into the sky.

Beneath the deep sea, the Tiger Whale Emperor quietly surfaced, gazing at the seething Starlight Immortal City, his mind deeply shaken.

In a thousand years of cultivation, he had never seen a cultivator win people’s hearts to such a degree.

Not because of power, not because of Realm.

But out of truly sincere well-wishing.

As he was sighing in admiration, he suddenly saw a mass of crimson cloud rolling in from the horizon.

Standing upon the cloud was a burly man, iron Demon Staff in hand, beard like bristling halberds, golden light in his eyes.

This was none other than the Divine Power Ape Emperor of the Wilderness.

Back then, Shen Xuan had helped him through his tribulation; upon receiving news this time, he had come specifically to lend his strength.

The two met in midair ten thousand zhang high; before they could speak, the sea below suddenly split open with a thunderous crash!

The Tiger Whale Emperor stepped on the waves and vaulted into the air, laughing loud enough to quake the sea. "You two Fellow Daoists, wait a moment for me!"

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One man and two Demon Emperors each displayed their Divine Powers, streaking through the sky straight toward Demon Mountain at the Song and Liang Border.

Three days later, Demon Mountain loomed before their eyes.

Amid the swirling mists, five figures stood tall and imposing.

Clearly, they had already been waiting for some time.

Purple Maple True Monarch of the Profound Celestial Sect, True Monarch Haori of the Golden Sun Sect, True Monarch Tian Gong of the Thousand Mechanism Sect, True Monarch Liuyun of the Divine Sword Sect, and Spirit Sword True Monarch of the Cyan Cloud Sect.

Of the Nascent Soul cultivators of Song Country, more than half had come.

A formation like this had not been seen in a hundred years.

Shen Xuan stepped forward and paid his respects to each in turn.

In both age and seniority, he was far inferior to these five True Monarchs.

Spirit Sword True Monarch was even his senior fellow disciple from the same sect.

The Divine Power Ape Emperor and the Tiger Whale Emperor cupped their fists from afar, not approaching.

They were Transformed Great Demons and did not wish to draw too close to the Human Race Nascent Soul True Monarchs.

The five True Monarchs exchanged a few polite words with Shen Xuan and offered him words of encouragement.

True Monarch Liuyun, in particular, spoke with grave earnestness as he took out an Information Jade Scroll and handed it over.

"This is the reflection on my defeat three hundred years ago; perhaps it is worth a look."

Shen Xuan swept it with his Divine Sense and found within a detailed record of the characteristics of Wan Hai Demon Monarch’s Cultivation Technique.

He received it with solemnity and offered his thanks with due gravity.

There were still several days until the appointed date of the duel.

Shen Xuan sat down cross-legged, calming his mind and guarding his intent, like an ancient pine resting upon a cliff.

Two days later, a sound of air being torn apart came from the western sky.

"Such a powerful aura!"

A domineering aura approached from afar with great speed.

Yet there was not the slightest trace of bloodthirsty Evil Qi about it.

On the contrary, there was a faint, refreshing fragrance that cleared the senses.

This person could certainly not be Wan Hai Demon Monarch.

Shen Xuan remained outwardly unperturbed, his aura gathered and condensed.

A few breaths later, a Five-Colored Demon Cloth flew through the air.

A Female Cultivator stood upon it.

Her figure was lithe and graceful, her features enchanting; the shift of her eyes held an irresistible charm.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Bai."

Purple Maple True Monarch and the other four rose to their feet and bowed.

Shen Xuan followed behind them, imitating their manner.

Even the Divine Power Ape Emperor and the Tiger Whale Emperor hastened to clasp their fists in salute.

This was Bai Yaohua, one of the three Nascent Souls of the Hehuan Sect, honored as Fairy Yaohua.

She looked like a young matron, but in truth was over nine hundred years old, at the Late Stage Demon Infant Realm.

Within the whole of Liang Country, she was among the foremost existences.

Even Purple Maple True Monarch, the foremost among Song Country Cultivators, would take the initiative to offer her his salute upon seeing her.

No one had expected that this bout of Magical Combat would even alarm her into coming.

"Yaohua greets all Fellow Daoists."

Bai Yaohua returned their salute with a light bow, her gaze falling upon the blue-robed figure standing at the very end.

Her Divine Sense brushed lightly over him, without deliberate pressure.

Even so, Shen Xuan only felt his mind sway, a touch of amorous springtime rising from nowhere, his Dao Heart quivering.

In that split second, he suddenly had the notion of abandoning everything, hiding his name, and going off to live a free and carefree life of romance.

What a formidable Charm Technique!

Shen Xuan’s thoughts flashed like lightning as he silently operated the White Bone Observation Internal Vision Method.

The White Bone Treasure Bead flared suddenly with light, a faint glazed radiance spreading over his body, instantly subduing his restless thoughts.

A few breaths later, his Spirit Platform returned to clarity.

Bai Yaohua’s gaze flickered, as though with a hint of surprise.

"So you are True Master Profound Ice?"

"In answer to Fellow Daoist Bai, this poor Daoist is indeed Profound Ice."

"How is it that you possess the White Bone Sect’s secret Internal Vision Cultivation Technique?"

Shen Xuan said with a smile, "Divine Powers and Miao Techniques, each has its own path. How could they be the sole possession of the White Bone Sect?"

Bai Yaohua’s expression darkened with displeasure. "Such slick talk, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth!"

She flicked her sleeve and turned away, going by herself to rest upon a cloud cliff to the side.

Shen Xuan sneered inwardly.

Bai Yaohua appeared neutral on the surface.

Yet she had opened with a probe using her Charm Technique and followed with barbed words.

It was plain that her stance leaned toward the Liang Country Demon Sect.