Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 133 - 134: Demonic Cultivation, Demon Leader (3rd Update) (Please Collect, Reward, and Recommend)

Chapter 133: Chapter 134: Demonic Cultivation, Demon Leader (3rd Update) (Please Collect, Reward, and Recommend)

"Cultivating demonic arts?"

Upon hearing the narration of the Prince of the Flat Sands, Chu Fengmian’s eyebrows furrowed.

Demonic arts, in fact, were the unified term for those sinister and evil cultivation techniques within the Nine Domains, most of which were exceedingly malevolent.

Those who cultivated such demonic arts were known for consuming human blood, slaughtering civilians, and committing all kinds of evil deeds.

However, these demonic arts could be cultivated very quickly and were tremendously powerful, which is why some martial artists would take the risk to cultivate them.

Among the Seven Great Sects, the Nine Demons City got its start from cultivating demonic arts, but later on, some powerful individuals within Nine Demons City refined the techniques, and thus they were removed from the list of demonic paths, becoming one of the Seven Great Sects.

Those who practiced these demonic arts were called demons, and they were typically executed swiftly upon discovery.

"Why hasn’t this Mu Yuanhuo, who cultivates demonic arts, been annihilated yet?"

Chu Fengmian furrowed his brows and inquired.

It had been over a year since the bandits of the Northwestern Desert had grown in strength, and the fact that Mu Yuanhuo cultivated demonic arts should have spread long ago.

How could it be that it’s only now being reported to the Wusheng Academy?

"Your Highness is unaware, this Mu Yuanhuo is extremely crafty," the Prince of the Flat Sands responded upon hearing Chu Fengmian’s question.

Mu Yuanhuo carefully selects remote and less frequented towns to slaughter, which is why his deeds have not been discovered promptly, and he is also extraordinarily cunning.

If he discovers a powerful individual attempting to execute him, he will hide away, allowing at most for some bandits to be eliminated while he remains unharmed. As a result, it doesn’t take long for the bandits’ strength to grow anew.

The Prince of the Flat Sands looked at Chu Fengmian, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"This time, we must ask for Your Highness’s help again, to execute Mu Yuanhuo, this demon, and bring peace to the Northwestern Desert."

"It is my duty; such demons indeed need to be executed," Chu Fengmian stated.

"Does the Prince have a plan by now?"

"The Prince has already ascertained the hiding place of Mu Yuanhuo. Our forces are prepared and ready to move out, and now with Your Highness’s arrival, we can proceed to execute Mu Yuanhuo," the Prince of the Flat Sands said coldly.

He had a plan set to execute Mu Yuanhuo and had pinpointed his hiding spot. This time, Mu Yuanhuo would surely be killed.

"Very well, we should not delay, let’s set out immediately," Chu Fengmian declared.

For such a task, the sooner it was completed, the better. Moreover, with a demon like Mu Yuanhuo, each additional day he lived meant more people would tragically die by his hand.

"Excellent! Let’s deploy at once!" the Prince of the Flat Sands exited the tent and, with a command, countless soldiers readied themselves, and a nearly ten-thousand-strong army marched mightily towards the Northwestern Desert.

Along the way, the army encountered only a few scattered bandits, all of whom were captured and executed by several middle-aged men.

As the time turned to night, the army set up camp on the spot.

For a martial artist of Chu Fengmian’s caliber, going without sleep for several days was quite effortless.

However, for the common soldiers, their cultivation was nowhere near capable of doing so. Wearing heavy armor, they had reached their limit after a day’s march, and if they did not rest at night, they would be lethargic the next morning, making encounters with bandits even more dangerous.

"Your Highness, Mu Yuanhuo has grown remarkably strong through the cultivation of demonic arts. Should there be any sign of defeat, please leave on your own," the Prince of the Flat Sands said, looking at Chu Fengmian.

"The eradication of these bandits is, after all, the Prince’s responsibility. Should anything unforeseen befall Your Highness, the Prince would find it difficult to explain to the Wusheng Academy."

"No harm done. Since I, Chu Fengmian, have taken on this task, where is the reason for me to flee?"

Hearing the words of the Prince of the Flat Sands, Chu Fengmian’s mouth revealed a confident smile.

"Moreover, even if Mu Yuanhuo’s strength is formidable, I am confident enough to slay him. The Prince should just wait for the good news."

"Then I thank you for your auspicious words."

The Prince of the Flat Sands spoke, then settled down next to him to rest.

Though they spoke of resting, none dared to sleep deeply. In this desert, the sand thieves move like wolves, ready to strike at any moment.

Chu Fengmian leaned against a rock, closing his eyes to cultivate his spirit, his divine sense fully extended, observing every move within the desert.

"Shasha."

With Chu Fengmian’s intense observation, countless footsteps suddenly arose in the distance.

The footsteps were orderly, and Chu Fengmian sensed a surge of bloodthirsty energy erupting from afar.

"Someone’s coming!"

Chu Fengmian bellowed, as numerous soldiers got up, looking towards the distance, each preparing their weapons.

"Sand thieves have appeared!"

In the distance, hordes of sand thieves rushed forward like a swarm of locusts.

Each of these sand thieves carried a strong scent of blood, having slaughtered countless beings.

Tens of thousands of sand thieves appeared, and even the Prince of the Flat Sands showed a trace of fear upon seeing this bloodthirsty aura.

"Hahaha, Prince of the Flat Sands, I didn’t expect you to be so foolish, not hiding outside but daring to bring an army into the desert! Are you coming to deliver yourselves to death?"

Above the sky, a cloud of blood mist suddenly appeared, and the voice came from within it.

"Mu Yuanhuo!"

Seeing the blood mist, the Prince of the Flat Sands’s face grew tense.

He hadn’t expected that Mu Yuanhuo would appear so brazenly.

"Is this Mu Yuanhuo?"

Chu Fengmian looked at the blood mist, his spiritual sense sweeping over it, naturally discerning that within the mist was a man who appeared to be no more than thirty years old.

On the man’s body were not skin, but black scales, making him look like a devilish monster.

Such an appearance would likely instill fear in the hearts of ordinary people.

The Prince of the Flat Sands shouted at Mu Yuanhuo.

"Mu Yuanhuo, I have come today to exterminate you, this devil incarnate! You cannot escape today!"

"Escape? Why would I, the great one, need to escape? Now that my demonic cultivation is complete, do you think I would fear you pathetic fools?"

Mu Yuanhuo laughed arrogantly.

"Wasn’t it said that you’ve dispatched disciples from the Wu Sheng College and the four great sects to kill me? Now that my demonic cultivation is complete, even if those disciples from Wu Sheng College and the four great sects want to kill me, it is absolutely impossible!"

"A demon-infested monster, making a mess of human dignity, and you still dare claim your demonic cultivation is complete? How foolish."

Suddenly, Chu Fengmian spoke up.

His voice was filled with disdain.

This appearance of Mu Yuanhuo was nothing but the result of demonic cultivation gone awry, his body corrupted by demonic techniques. Chu Fengmian had seen many such failed beings in his past life—mere failures of demonic cultivation.

Now Mu Yuanhuo was actually treating it as if he had achieved great success in demonic cultivation—it was truly laughable.