Chapter 1160 - 753: Infiltrating Liang Country

Chapter 1160: Chapter 753: Infiltrating Liang Country

At that time, as the map’s wondrous uses are fully displayed, his overall combat strength will surely undergo a qualitative leap.

As for old artifacts like the True Fire Gourd and the Five Flames and Seven Beasts Fan, as well as the Ice Soul Divine Sword and the Purple Gold True Water Seal, now having single attributes, they have all been downgraded to ordinary Spiritual Treasures for unforeseen needs.

Looking at the present, what can perfectly bring out his Ice and Fire Tai Chi Magical Power are still the Nine-Colored Treasure Lotus and the Tai Chi Immortal Map.

One defends, one attacks, one stabilizes, one surprises, complementing each other perfectly.

In addition, there are also the Blood Refining Divine Corpse and the Nine Netherworld Corpse Dragon available for command.

The Nine Netherworld Corpse Dragon, continually reinforced and repaired with various Demon King bones, is now basically fully restored.

The two Nascent Soul Realm corpse refinements show significant combat strength in direct confrontation.

With the absolute defense of the Nine-Colored Treasure Lotus and the extreme speed escape technique of the Wind and Thunder Spirit Wings, it forms a complete system of attack, defense, and escape.

Someday, when the Tai Chi Immortal Map is promoted to a Spiritual Treasure, it will fill the last missing piece.

Shen Xuan was originally a Tier Three Upper Grade Array Master.

This perfectly leverages the transformative and inexhaustible array abilities to kill, subdue, and capture.

By then, he will have truly forged towering means, with no weak links.

Facing Tier Four Great Cultivators such as a True Monarch, Demon Emperor, and Demon Monarch, he will feel more assured in his heart.

Rather than merely bluffing.

No need to resort to life-risking Divine Powers like the Other Shore Demon Flower.

Every time his lifespan decreased, Shen Xuan felt a pang of heartache.

...

Two months later.

Starlight Island, the morning mist has just dispersed.

The island welcomes a special guest.

A One-leaf Flying Boat docks, and a woman steps down from it.

She is clad in an elegantly simple dress, with a graceful figure and light steps, with no trace of Demonic Qi around her, instead exuding an aura of transcendence and purity.

If not knowing her background, she would resemble an Immortal from the Daoist Sect at first glance.

The woman is an old acquaintance of Shen Xuan, the Demon Lord Wan Meng of the Hehuan Sect.

She handed over a formal invitation, personally brought into the Cold Ice Cave by Lin Yueying.

The cave is cold and clear, accentuating her ever more bright and beautiful appearance.

"Why have you come?"

Seated at the main position, Shen Xuan looks up.

His tone is flat, devoid of emotion.

The Song and Liang Countries are in a stalemate between Daoist and Demon, with tensions high.

Wan Meng, honored as the Holy Pill Demon Lord and a direct disciple of the Hehuan Sect, is formidable in strength.

However, if her identity were exposed in the heartland of Song Country, things would bode ill.

"I have come to deliver a message."

Wan Meng smiles sweetly, seemingly unbothered by Shen Xuan’s cold demeanor.

With a gentle wave of her hand, an invitation letter emanating a faint fragrance floats down before Shen Xuan.

With a sweep of his Divine Sense, Shen Xuan grasps the contents clearly.

It is a handwritten letter from Fairy Mingyu, inviting him to Liang Country to attend her Nascent Soul Formation ceremony.

"Congratulations."

Shen Xuan speaks, his voice calm.

Though offering congratulations, there is no hint of joy, rather a sense of detachment.

"Master forming the Nascent Soul on this occasion is exceedingly rare."

Wan Meng speaks with pride: "In nearly a hundred years, only Master has reached this realm throughout the entire Liang Country. The sect master has sent instructions to various countries, inviting Fellow Daoists from all around to jointly celebrate this grand event."

"No time, not going."

Shen Xuan replies decisively, directly refusing.

There are already ten Demon Monarchs in Liang Country.

The Hehuan Sect alone accounts for four of them.

Integrating the Liang Country Demon Sect is imperative.

Shen Xuan and the Demon Sect of Liang Country are like fire and water.

Attending an enemy’s camp to participate in the Nascent Soul Demon Monarch’s ceremony.

How is that different from walking into a trap!

If the Yin Yang Dharma King, Bai Yaohua, and others seize this opportunity to set up a trap targeting him.

By that time, he would truly find no way into heaven or hell.

Such foolishness, how could he engage in it?

Wan Meng seems unsurprised by Shen Xuan’s refusal, as if long expected it.

"Then, Island Master Shen doesn’t intend to send a little gift to Master?"

Wan Meng’s eyes glimmer, gently questioning.

"I’m poor. This token of sentiment is unnecessary."

Shen Xuan’s tone is indifferent, "When I form my Nascent Soul, we’ll call it even."

Hearing this, Wan Meng playfully pouts, "Island Master Shen, aren’t you one of the leading Tier Four Great Cultivators in Song Country, owning the foundation of Starlight Island? Why be so stingy?"

"No more need to discuss this."

Shen Xuan raises his hand to halt the conversation, "If there’s nothing else, Fellow Daoist Wan Meng, please take your leave."

The cave falls silent for a moment.

Wan Meng’s gaze sweeps around.

Lin Yueying has long silently retreated; now only the two of them remain in the hall.

Wan Meng suddenly smiles, turning coquettish and lively.

Leaning slightly closer, a clear spiritual communication is directly sent into Shen Xuan’s ear.

"Shen Lang, I’m in ’Cloud Pavilion’ in the city, Room One. Tonight, will you come looking for me? It’s been so long since we..."

The voice is soft and sweet, with a hint of endearing charm.

Shen Xuan raises his eyes, looking at her.

Before him, Wan Meng is charming and bashful, her beautiful eyes full of allure.

Her unspoken intent is evident.

Shen Xuan considers for a few moments, finally nodding slightly.

Wan Meng’s eyes gleam with a radiant smile, she gracefully bows, and turns to leave.

As her dress sways, a faint fragrance lingers.

...

Late at night, Cloud Pavilion.

Inside Room One, the gauzy canopy is warm, and the faint fragrance wafts.

Wan Meng has shed her elegant and unworldly attire, her black hair pinned up with a jade hairpin, a few strands dampened by sweat sticking to her enticingly pink cheeks.

Her silk robes hang loose, her smooth, jade-like figure trembling violently against the bed like tumultuous waves.

For a long time, the wind ceased, the rain stopped.

Wan Meng snuggles close to Shen Xuan, holding him tightly, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance.

"Shen Lang, all these years, you never once came to see me."

"I have married and settled down."

Shen Xuan says calmly, "Besides, given the current situation, how dare I step into Liang Country?"

Wan Meng teasingly sighs, her breath fragrant as orchids: "Hmph! You heartless one, I’ve been thinking of you all along!"

"I heard you planned a duel with Wan Hai Demon Monarch and worried about you for a long time."

Shen Xuan closes his eyes, offering no response.

Such words, they were just to be heard.