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The Howling Moon Wolf King whimpered. Instead of rescuing its companion, it took a few steps back.

Wandering Dragon froze. The man... no, the demon was completely stunned.

He looked at the giant, seemingly dazed Thick Earth Nao King amidst the dust and smoke, and then at the little monkey that was barely the size of the Nao King’s toe. His mind seemed to have short-circuited.

After a long moment, he swallowed hard and turned his head stiffly to look at Du Youqian. "What... what kind of demon is that?"

Du Youqian gently ran the index finger of his left hand over the Water Yu Sword, feeling its thirst for revenge. He smiled and said, "What demon? You’re mistaken. That’s just an ordinary monkey. As for you, Wandering Dragon... what kind of demon are you? Let me get a good look!"

The Water Yu Sword flew out, heading straight for the Howling Moon Wolf King.

He had only performed a superficial refinement of the Water Yu Sword, but with the sword’s full cooperation, wielding it felt as natural as moving his own arm.

A Tier Four Treasure Flying Sword was undoubtedly a huge step up from his "Jinhuan."

Combined with his Swordsmanship, even without using the "Annihilate" Sword Intent and relying only on the "Broken Water" Sword Intent, Du Youqian was confident the Howling Moon Wolf King wouldn’t last more than three moves.

Wandering Dragon glanced at the Howling Moon Wolf King, which was about to be cut down, then at the Thick Earth Nao King, which the tiny monkey had grabbed by the tusks and was slamming around like a sack of potatoes. He quietly vanished.

’If not now, when?’

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"Elder Shi, Elder Shi, this is terrible! Elder Pang’s Life Soul Plate... it’s cracked!"

Shi Shentong abruptly straightened up. He looked at the panicked Vice Sect Leader, his own eyes—which had seen the ways of the world—filled with utter astonishment.

Unlike other sects, the Sect Leader of the Holy Blood Sect was typically a True Inheritance Core Formation.

But a Core Formation Cultivator naturally wouldn’t have much free time to handle tedious, everyday affairs.

Thus, it had become a tradition in the Holy Blood Sect to select a Perfect Foundation Establishment Cultivator who was not a True Inheritor to serve as the Vice Sect Leader, specifically to manage these miscellaneous tasks.

Even a pig, after sitting in that position for years, would become smart and unflappable through sheer osmosis.

As such, this Vice Sect Leader was usually quite competent and hadn’t brought shame to the Holy Blood Sect.

Today was the first time Shi Shentong had ever seen him in such a state of panic.

But it wasn’t just him.

Shi Shentong himself felt as if he’d been struck by lightning, his mind buzzing with the aftershock.

"Elder Pang..." Shi Shentong began, only to find his throat was painfully dry.

The Vice Sect Leader naturally noticed Elder Shi’s strange behavior, but he could understand.

Within the Holy Blood Sect, Elder Shi was widely acknowledged as the strongest.

If you were to rank the rest, and Elder Pang modestly claimed to be third, no one would dare claim second.

Besides Shi Shentong, Elder Pang was the other pillar supporting the Sect.

And now, that pillar had fallen?

Not to mention the blow this would be to the Sect.

The crucial point was that Elder Shi and Elder Pang had known each other for several hundred years.

’It’s only natural for Elder Shi to lose his composure like this.’

"Elder Shi, Elder Shi!"

Shi Shentong came back to his senses. Looking at the frantic Vice Sect Leader, he took a deep breath. "Don’t panic. As long as I am here, the sky will not fall! Go instruct the people in the Soul Calming Hall to keep their mouths shut. If anyone dares leak the news of what happened to Elder Pang, don’t blame me for going on a killing spree."

The Vice Sect Leader looked as if he’d finally found his backbone, his usual competence and composure returning. "Yes! Also, I don’t know where Elder Pang was stationed. Do we need to arrange for a replacement?"

Shi Shentong shot him a glance.

The Vice Sect Leader was neither a True Inheritor nor at Core Formation, so he naturally wasn’t qualified to know that Elder Pang had been responsible for guarding the Teleportation Array for the past twenty years.

The Teleportation Array was guarded in shifts by the True Inheritance Core Formations of the Taihe Sect and the Holy Blood Sect, and its location was an absolute secret to outsiders.

"No need!" Shi Shentong said grimly. "Use the Remote Communication Array to notify Shuyue Hua of the Hundred Flowers Sect. Have her find a way to contact Master You De and inform him: Elder Shi of the Holy Blood Sect orders Master You De to proceed immediately to Elder Pang’s location and investigate the situation."

"Yes!"

After the Vice Sect Leader withdrew, Shi Shentong sat down absentmindedly on a ridge of earth, a bit lost in thought.

In the several hundred years he had known Elder Pang, they had been through a great deal together, big and small.

For the sake of the Sect’s status and their own paths on the Dao, they had done good deeds and evil ones.

When one lives for a long time, especially as a Core Formation Cultivator with vibrant Life Force, always at their peak, it’s easy to fall under the illusion that you are indestructible, that you can avoid aging and death.

It was only just now, hearing of Elder Pang’s death, that Shi Shentong had a revelation: as long as he remained here in Momenan, unable to break through to the next Realm, his path on the Dao severed, he too would grow old and die.

He let out a long sigh.

Core Formation Cultivators have a lifespan of five hundred years. If one could advance to the Golden Core Middle Stage, they could extend that by another hundred years.

Reaching the Golden Core Late Stage, or even Perfection, could grant a lifespan of eight hundred years.

It seemed like a long time, but in reality... it passed in the blink of an eye.

More than half of his life was already over.

The other two True Inheritors of his generation had long since passed away from old age.

Even Elder Pang, who was younger than him, had died before him. How unpredictable life was.

’The Teleportation Array should be broken by now,’ Shi Shentong thought. ’I heard that a small Array was embedded in it during its design, one that would self-destruct immediately if Demon Qi was used to try and control it.’

’If it’s destroyed, so be it. The outside world will find a way to contact us eventually, won’t they?’

’According to the ancient agreement, within one hundred years of the Teleportation Array’s destruction, the outside world will pay a great price to temporarily open a two-way channel and send a Tier Five Array Grandmaster here to repair it. At that time, those of us who don’t meet the "peerless genius" criteria and can’t be sent to the outside world through the array will be able to use the channel to go there.’

’If I can get to the outside world, with my aptitude and accumulated experience, I should have a chance at Nascent Soul Formation, extending my life by another five hundred years.’

A thousand thoughts ultimately condensed into a deep sigh. ’I’m sorry, Fellow Daoist Pang. Who decreed that we would be the ones guarding the Teleportation Array for these twenty years? If only the Taihe Sect had been on duty, how great that would have been. You have truly been wronged. If there had been any other way, I would not have let you be sacrificed. You... rest in peace. I will see the sights on the road ahead for you.’

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Over the vast, boundless sea, a figure on a Flying Sword skimmed just above the surface, flashing past in an instant.

His speed, imperceptible to the naked eye, left a strong slipstream in his wake, forcing the sea to spray up and forming a distinct path of white foam.

Not long after he passed, a Flying Boat came swooping in with a WHOOSH, following the same route.

Inside the Flying Boat’s cabin, Du Youqian was focused on piloting while the little monkey was drooling—Du Youqian had promised to braise the fattiest cut of pork belly for it later.

Although monkeys preferred a vegetarian diet, especially fruit...

...it wouldn’t refuse a grand feast to switch things up now and then.

The one fleeing ahead on the Flying Sword was, of course, Wandering Dragon.

Du Youqian could have actually switched to his Thousand-Mile Shuttle, caught up in an instant, and ended this game of cat and mouse.

But he wanted to toy with Wandering Dragon.

He wanted to apply immense pressure while also leaving him a sliver of hope.

Then, at the very last moment, he would mercilessly snuff out that hope. Only then could Wandering Dragon get a small taste of what Master Wan Shi felt.

So Du Youqian simply piloted the Flying Boat, tailing Wandering Dragon at a leisurely pace, like a shepherd herding his flock.

「Half an hour later.」

The Flying Boat hovered over a deserted island. Du Youqian and Little Wukong leaped out and landed across from Wandering Dragon.

After glancing at the surroundings, Du Youqian looked up at the figure before him—his face severely deformed, with a pointed, protruding mouth and jaw, a receding forehead, and skin that had turned a camouflage color. "Why’d you stop running? Did you pick this place to be your grave?"

Wandering Dragon said coldly, "I picked it for you. Like it?"

"You think the three Demon Kings and dozens of Foundation Establishment Little Demons you have lying in ambush are enough?" Du Youqian sneered. "Give me a break. You know perfectly well how the Thick Earth Nao King and the Howling Moon Wolf King died. A few more will just be extra ingredients for our dinner tonight."

Having been caught off guard once before, Du Youqian wasn’t about to be careless again. While still on the Flying Boat, he had used his Divine Sense to meticulously scan the entire island, naturally discovering the three ambushing Demon Kings and the dozens of Foundation Establishment Demons.

Wandering Dragon’s face was impassive. "Try me and you’ll find out."

The three Demon Kings were all at the Tier Three Middle or Late Stage, but their auras were unstable, suggesting they were quite heavily injured.

The dozens of Foundation Establishment Little Demons also seemed lethargic.

Logically speaking, this force should have been more than enough to take him down.

The dozens of Foundation Establishment Little Demons alone were enough to pose a fatal threat to a Core Formation Master.

Not to mention three Tier Three Middle to Late Stage Demon Kings, plus Wandering Dragon, whose strength was on par with them.

On paper, their strength was more than double that of Du Youqian’s side.

But Du Youqian had willingly come down to fight, and he certainly wasn’t looking for a death wish.

Besides, the outcome of a battle was rarely decided by on-paper strength alone.

He was confident he would win.

With a sword in hand, he was invincible—and if the enemy was truly too strong, well, there was still Little Wukong of the Great Sage Bloodline.

"Why did you come here? What is Yin Ruozhen doing?" Du Youqian asked probingly.

"Hmph. You can take your time guessing," Wandering Dragon naturally wouldn’t answer.

"Between you and Yin Ruozhen, who’s the one in charge?"

"Hmph."

"Fine, it doesn’t matter if you don’t say. I’ll just Soul Search you later," Du Youqian said, looking at him with great interest. "Speaking of which, what exactly are you? Wait, don’t tell me. Let me guess—a chameleon. It’s a chameleon, isn’t it?"

The color of Wandering Dragon’s skin immediately shifted, as if he was too agitated to control his involuntary color change.

Du Youqian confirmed his guess. Wandering Dragon had indeed used the bloodline and Demon Qi of a chameleon to transform himself.

He thought to himself, ’A chameleon. How fitting for someone named Wandering Dragon.’

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