Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 759 - 557: Releasing the Tiger Back to the Mountain_2

Chapter 759: Chapter 557: Releasing the Tiger Back to the Mountain_2

For the acts committed by this tiger today, dying ten thousand times would not be excessive.

Do they really think East Dragon Palace is filled with saints!

As her voice fell, she fiercely waved her sleeve, and the robust demonic power wreaked havoc. Unlike the casualness when she threw down Qi Family’s seventh son from Mount Yu last time, this time she clearly intended to kill.

An Tingfeng was already in a trance, and with his cultivation far inferior to hers, before he could speak again, his robust body violently flew backwards!

The demonic power, like a fierce wind, ruthlessly tore apart his dark white robe, and even his strong demon body cracked open, exposing chilling white bones.

Without any restraint, Zi Xian finally showcased how terrifying the domination of the Heaven Realm over the Earth Realm could be.

She took another step forward, her Dragon Claw transforming back into a slender jade hand, only now there was a slender Dragon Scale Sword in her palm.

Just as she was about to take this tiger’s life, Zi Xian’s brow furrowed slightly, and she slowly halted her steps.

Right after An Tingfeng was thrown out of Mount Yu, in the clear waters, a painting scroll unexpectedly appeared, enveloping him, and after the mountains in the painting trembled violently a few times, it completely neutralized the demonic power.

The next moment, the painting scroll threw An Tingfeng back into the palace.

"Tsk, what’s gotten into senior Zi Xian, such a fiery temper."

In front of An Tingfeng, several figures appeared out of nowhere, the leader dressed in a bright golden robe. This eye-catching color did not look tacky at all, but instead accentuated an air of superiority.

The middle-aged man gently twirled his beard, smiled slightly at Zi Xian, then bowed his hands, "Junrui has come uninvited, I hope senior Zi Xian will forgive me."

He did not address her as Dragon Consort, but instead called her Zi Xian, with a tone that slightly condescended towards Western Hong.

"Situ?"

Zi Xian recognized the newcomers’ attire and a hint of displeasure crossed her eyes, "What, you’ve broken through to the Heaven Realm? Daring to come to my Mount Yu."

It is well known that East Dragon Palace detests all powers from Northern Hong equally!

"Not quite, not quite yet."

Situ Junrui laughed again and waved his hands repeatedly, "I just need to inform senior Zi Xian about my business in Western Hong on behalf of Infinite Dao Emperor Sect, so as not to disturb the harmony between my sect and East Dragon Palace."

"Harmony?" Zi Xian lifted her lips slightly, her gaze towards the younger man slightly scornful.

This person was the Sect Master of the sixteenth sub-sect of Infinite Dao Emperor Sect, as well as being one of the youngest apart from Xue Yan.

But as a top force in Northern Hong, every one of their Sect Masters had been among the top three in the Daoist Soldier Record in their youth, meaning each of them had crossed the Four Calamities, top talents of Hongze.

"There might have been some misunderstandings before, but relations are something that develops slowly."

"Like right now."

Situ Junrui looked down at the tiger demon at his feet, "Junrui wouldn’t mind carrying out the slaughter for the senior, to spare her hands from getting dirty. Everyone knows that Purple-Bearded White Dragon dislikes bloodshed, so I will handle this beast myself."

Upon hearing this, Zi Xian fell silent for a moment, then scoffed, "Just say you’re hunting demons for Xue Yan, don’t act like you’re doing this for my sake, our relationship hasn’t reached that point yet."

"That’s true as well, Infinite Dao Emperor Sect will remember this kindness from the senior. However, if it gets out that you personally killed him, it might impact your reputation."

Upon hearing this, Zi Xian pondered for a moment and did not say much else, which was tantamount to agreeing: "..."

Situ Junrui bowed once again, then slowly crouched down. Although his cultivation was not far from that of An Tingfeng, he now seemed like he was petting a harmless small animal, gently patting the tiger demon on the head, "Good, I still have important matters to attend to, find a place to heal yourself, stop causing trouble, and wait for me to come get you."

An Tingfeng was unable to utter a word.

When he was enveloped by the River and Mountains Scroll, many talisman shadows appeared on his body, pinning him to the ground until Situ Junrui lifted his palm, and then he was finally able to stand up.

Compared to the previous domination by cultivation, the current situation was more about the gap in tactics.

In front of Infinite Dao Emperor Sect, the Demon Race of Western Hong wasn’t much different from clods of soil.

"Go on."

Situ Junrui smiled and waved his hand.

An Tingfeng wore a solemn expression as he deeply observed the few individuals in the hall before finally turning to walk toward the exit.

Once his figure had completely vanished.

Zi Xian sat back on her throne, "Now, tell me about your matters."

"Senior Zi Xian need not worry, we don’t mean to trouble you for help, we merely came to greet you,"

Situ Junrui revealed a kind smile, though a sharp glint flickered in his eyes, "It is nothing unusual for our sect’s disciples to perish in the outside world, as it is part of their training. However, the commotion in Western Hong has become widely known... even reaching Northern Hong, and such happenings are indeed rare."

"If we do nothing, it would seem as though our Dao Imperial Sect can be easily bullied."

"Of course, we do not plan to escalate the matter. Senior Zi Xian, please rest assured, we just seek a resolution."

"Junior bids farewell." Having said that, Situ Junrui once again bowed and, with a few disciples, turned and left the hall.

The hall once again became eerily quiet.

Zi Xian leaned back in her chair, massaging her temples with a slight headache. She was technically one of the main rulers of Western Hong, yet she couldn’t understand why it had suddenly descended into chaos.

However, she didn’t intend to intervene.

The Infinite Dao Emperor Sect was most likely here for the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, which had no relations with her or the Seven Sons of South Hong; she would let them be.

Thinking of the Seven Sons of South Hong, Zi Xian’s face finally eased a bit. The next time she met young Sect Master Shen, she definitely needed to find out what exactly had happened today. Surviving an assassination attempt by the Frost Tiger Clan, even with another Sect Master’s protection, was no easy feat.

That young Sect Master Shen was really unlucky, having just made an enemy of the Tiger Demon junior, then trouble erupted at the Great Tomb of Baoyue, attracting such unearned disaster. She wondered what his expression must have been.

With that thought, Zi Xian couldn’t help but shake her head and smile, her figure vanishing from the hall.

Meanwhile.

Outside Mount Yu, the members of the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect swiftly moved out of the water territory.

Situ Junrui’s face no longer held the humility of before; he casually waved his hand to summon the expansive River and Mountains Scroll, his figure turning into a streak of light that fell onto a cushion.

"Huff."

He sat cross-legged, his gaze directed forward.

There, inside the Dao Imperial Palace, a disheveled old man was tied to a large pillar, his features distorted in agony, his breath weak, clearly having suffered inhumane torture.

"Being able to enter my Dao Imperial Palace could even be considered a fortune earned over several lifetimes,"

"I advise you to recount the cause of all this in full detail. Then, I shall grant you a chance to return to your sect and rest with your fellow disciples; otherwise... you will be consigned to my River and Mountains Scroll."

Despite his features being a bloody mess, the old man was still recognizable.

It was the Great Elder of Ban Shan Sect, Yang Yunheng.

"I... I’ve shown you... the Jade Slip..." Yang Yunheng’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.

"Oh?" Situ Junrui stroked his beard and said mockingly, "Are you talking about that thing that everyone in Western Hong has? Do I need to obtain it from your hands?"

"No... there’s nothing else," Yang Yunheng struggled to open his eyes.

"Good," Situ Junrui gently nodded, "Then tell me, who recorded that Jade Slip? Your sect master or Daozi?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yunheng’s heart jolted. He gritted his teeth for a long time before finally saying, "I recorded it myself."

"Since that is the case, let’s hear about what you saw, such as the appearance of the person with dark golden radiance, their cultivation, and attire," Situ Junrui continued, his tone teasing.

Yang Yunheng fell into silence once more, his expression changing repeatedly as he cast a wary glance at the River and Mountains Scroll, eventually closing his eyes again, "It’s all in the Jade Slip, I didn’t see anything else."

"Ha—"

Situ Junrui suddenly burst out laughing, laughter making him breathless. Wiping the corners of his eyes, he turned to his disciples, "He thinks he can fool me... Let him know how my Infinite Dao Emperor Sect handles matters."

The disciples of the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect stood with hands hung at their sides, responding indifferently, "If the true culprit is not found, then no one shall be spared."