Chapter 2717 - 44: Always Replacing Last Year’s Charms with New Peachwood Talismans (Part 2)

Tonight, the Old Ape Tavern is packed with enthusiastic patrons, leaving hardly a spare seat to be found.

Even Pig Dali has no place to sit, so he stands in a corner, arms crossed, quietly observing the entire scene.

The reason is that, compared to usual days, the tavern is filled with many demon clan soldiers on leave. Though not in armor, each appears unrestrained, yet the innate aura of a regular army remains indelible.

The small monsters who usually look fierce while guarding the place now resemble quails, purely acting as attendants, bustling around without a hint of ferocity.

Don’t mention how ruthless they are when wielding knives and fighting over territory.

In terms of ruthlessness and ferocity, where can bandits compare to soldiers?

To avoid trouble, Little Qing has not come to the tavern today.

No matter which deity Yuan Laoxi secretly worships... even evil gods fear regular armies.

Once a valued aide of Yuan Laoxi, Pig Dali, who has voluntarily moved to the fringes, is aware of Yuan Laoxi’s covert developments and suspects Yuan Laoxi might also worship some evil god.

But firstly, he has feelings for Yuan Laoxi, who is currently in a good state, not harmed; secondly, he needs his current identity to protect himself, so he pretends not to know.

When he decides to leave this city someday, it won’t be too late to cut down the evil god.

The tavern buzzes with noise; accustomed to walking in the dark, the glamorous atmosphere that once intoxicated him now seems boring.

This world is too bustling, too strange; only the cold blade can bring him peace again.

Nearby, a few monsters are whispering at a table.

"What day is it today? Why are so many soldiers back in the city?"

"You don’t know? The humans are celebrating the Dao Calendar New Year, and generally, there’s a ceasefire during this time. Naturally, many soldiers rotate back for rest."

"Oh, oh, oh, I would have forgotten if you hadn’t mentioned it!"

The ancient calendar used by the demon clan is different from the Dao Calendar, and the demon clan doesn’t have a New Year celebration. Yet, over years of war, both sides have formed more or less an understanding.

Including the intensity of battles at various fronts, the ceasefire during the human Dao Calendar New Year, and the demon clan’s Taigu Calendar Day of Heavenly Grace.

"Dao Calendar New Year?" Pig Dali murmured a sentence and then dismissed it.

Meanwhile, in the tavern’s underground room, hidden within the Divine Path Space, the Six Desires Bodhisattva sighed softly.

Occupied with various tasks recently, weaving an array of possibilities, striving to find a road to return, almost forgetting the passage of time.

In the blink of an eye, it’s already New Year of Dao Calendar 3922.

Counting time, since losing Frost Wind Valley at the end of the winter month, he’s struggled for survival in the demon clan territory for over a month.

Time isn’t that long, yet feels so lingering...

How is An’an now?

Will she grow up happily?

How will old friends worry about me? My fiefdom’s civilians, guests and subordinates, how about them?

Past glories truly seem like fleeting clouds, all memories linger in another world, everything once possessed has become distant... even the collected wines in the mansion, even the debts owed, even the ranking in the Taixu Illusion Realm’s blessed land...

Alone in a foreign land, a strange guest.

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The spacious monk robe conceals the figure.

The Bodhi branch mask hides the face whose true appearance is unknown.

A pair of black leather gloves snugly fit perhaps slender fingers.

This is the female nun from Xi Yue An, Great Master Yu Zhen.

This is the specific impression she left on people at the Wunan Battlefield.

Just like Xi Yue An, the sect itself, it evokes mystery.

Heard of, even seen, but with not much understanding.

Perhaps because the war’s intensity was so high, occurring so suddenly, it appears too unreal. Just over a month has passed, but to many, the grand battle seems like a long time ago.

The confrontational stance between Wu An City and South Celestial City, retreating thirty miles from Frost Wind Battleground, also seems to have become accustomed.

This is just one of many battlefields between the human race and the demon clan in the Hell World, not very large in scale.

Duke Huai Zuo Xiao has left, Great Qi’s War God Jiang Mengxiong has withdrawn.

The Heavenly Demon Zhu Yi hides to recover, Yuan Xianting and Qi Guanying have departed as well.

Those standing at the Absolute Summit can transform the world with a flip of the hand.

Upon arrival, ten thousand miles of thunder and lightning; upon departure, skies clear, suspended with a golden sun.

Wenren Shen, Imperial Court Adviser of Qi Country, and the Yu Clan’s True Monster Que Mengchen are the highest commanders of both sides in this racial battlefield. Each exercises considerable restraint, maintaining a certain understanding, since then, the war resembles more like training, with casualties controlled within a certain range.

During this period, Li Fengyao and Li Longchuan from Shimen Li Clan, Yan Fu from Bei County Yan Family, Xu Xiangqian from Longmen Academy, and even Hua Ying Palace Master Jiang Wuyou, have taken turns visiting the Monster Realm and Wu An City.

Everyone knows, it’s called a training, but in truth, it’s a commemoration.

In this city, remembering the one who may never return.

After all, this is the battlefield managed by Qi Country, after the clamor disperses, there aren’t many "outsiders" left behind here.

Great Master Yu Zhen is one of those few.

She seems to be of a quiet disposition, focused on cultivation.

Participating in every battle, entering the fray in every war. After the battle concludes, she returns to the temporary temple in the city. Lighting a green lamp, beating a wooden fish, chanting Buddha scripture.

The Moon Tiannu, who never hides her puppet body, always accompanies her.

"What are you looking at?" At the corner of the city wall, Moon Tiannu slowly approached and asked.

Standing before the somewhat worn city wall, Yu Zhen withdrew her gaze. "Nothing."