The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 775 - 342: How to Relieve Worries, Only by Killing_2

Chapter 775: Chapter 342: How to Relieve Worries, Only by Killing_2

"Over there...there’s blood everywhere, a demon purgatory!" The Tracking Dog looked to the north, its eyes filled with horror.

"That’s the demon camp!" Yang Guang said, looking at the direction the dog was staring at, his expression grave.

Could it be that a major catastrophe had happened at Shuyao Mountain?

"Where is Mr. Qi?"

"Not good, I can smell Mr. Qi’s scent in there!" the Tracking Dog exclaimed loudly.

"What, no, I promised to keep Mr. Qi safe!" Yang Guang’s heart tightened, fearing that Qi Yuan had already encountered danger.

After all, putting together what the Tracking Dog had said, it was very likely that Qi Yuan was surrounded by the demon camp and a fierce battle had ensued.

That’s why there was such a strong smell of blood.

"I must go and see for myself!" Yang Guang was still very committed to keeping his promises.

...

From summer to autumn, then to winter.

For many insects, it was a lifetime.

For the travelers on the road, it was a year’s worth of busyness, a mix of joy and worry on the journey home.

In this year, many, many things happened in Fengyuan.

The Four Seasons Tavern, located by the bank of the Xi River.

The Xi River that divides the south from the north was covered with thick ice.

The flags of the Four Seasons Tavern fluttered in the cold wind, with snowflakes as thick as goose feathers bustling about.

In such cold ice, the tavern was bustling with heat.

The patrons held large bowls, drinking and eating meat, listening intently to the storyteller’s passionate tales.

"On that day, the sky was filled with thunderclouds, and dark clouds weighed heavy on the mountains.

The Lizard King of Xianlong Mountain was a Demon Elite, three hundred zhang long. With just a flip of its body, Xianlong Mountain would quake!

When it soared to the heavens, it blocked out the sun, turning Xianlong Mountain dark!"

"Stop beating around the bush, that Lizard King, no matter how strong, was still killed by the Red Stick Demon Slaughter!"

"Forget about Xianlong Mountain, I want to hear about the battle between the Red Stick Demon Slaughter and Princess Jasmine."

"Yes, I heard Princess Jasmine, upon learning that the Red Stick Demon Slaughter was coming, immediately held a wedding ceremony to marry him!"

"Hmph, a member of the Demon Clan, worthy of the Red Stick Demon Slaughter?" A young woman dressed in a ruqun spoke up, her voice laden with contempt.

"Probably only our Fengyuan’s number one beauty, the Minor Empress Zhou, is worthy of the Red Stick Demon Slaughter!"

"Be careful with your words, she is the Empress!"

"Hmph, if the Red Stick Demon Slaughter were to become The Emperor, I’d rebel with him right now!

Back then, when the Demon Soldiers swarmed, The Emperor and his nobles migrated south, abandoning the people of the Northland and then dressing it up with fine words like ’preserving the cultural heritage.’ Pah, there’s nothing to preserve if the people are gone!"

"The Red Stick Demon Slaughter is the real man, traveling three thousand miles in just one year, slaughtering tens of thousands of Demon Soldiers!"

"If I could marry the Red Stick Demon Slaughter and stay forever young, I’d be willing!"

Inside the tavern, young men and women gathered, drinking and chatting, their faces full of joy.

In this past year, too many things had happened.

Among them, the Red Stick Demon Slaughter was naturally the most attention-grabbing.

This person’s origin was mysterious, and his name was unknown; with a red wooden stick in hand, he sent the Demon Clan of the north into disarray.

Everywhere he went, bodies lay in his wake!

His strength was so formidable, fighting thousands of Demon Soldiers single-handedly, like an invincible Grim Reaper.

He created one legend after another.

At first, when the news spread that the Red Stick Demon Slaughter single-handedly destroyed three thousand Demon Soldiers of Shuyao Mountain, the world was shocked, but there was also skepticism, disbelief.

After all, where in this world was there such a strong person who could fight three thousand Demon Soldiers alone?

Even the top Martial Arts practitioner in the Fengyuan Court couldn’t do it.

After all, three thousand Demon Soldiers, led by Great Demons of the Demon Elite rank, could even slay Martial Spirits.

But... the Red Stick Demon Slaughter did it.

How could it be possible!

But then, the Demon Clan’s strongholds in places like Xianlong Mountain, Fenggu Ridge, and Crown Prince Waters were consecutively destroyed.

All who witnessed it saw a handsome man in a blood-red robe, with a bloodied stick in hand, like a Demon God.

The whole world trembled, shocked beyond measure, and no one dared to doubt anymore.

"In just one year, of the twelve demon dens in the world, eleven have been wiped out, the Red Stick Demon Slaughter... is terrifying to such an extent!" an old man’s voice trembled, and from his attire, he seemed to be no ordinary person.

Yet now, he too sat in the great hall of the tavern.

"Only the Xi River Demon remains... I wonder when the Red Stick Demon Slaughter will come?"

"Once the Xi River Demon is eradicated, there will be peace in the world, and our Human Clans will flourish!"

"Heh heh, that remains to be seen, don’t you think if the Red Stick Demon Slaughter wipes out the Xi River Demon, he might want to become The Emperor?

I think he’s ambitious and aspires for high positions!"

"What a so-called demon-slaying war god, pretending to be just and selfless, is actually no different from us mere mortals," whispered a voice from a corner.

However, special sound transmission was used, so those present did not know who had spoken.

Above in a private room of the tavern, a young maiden heard this and couldn’t help but fling open the window, angrily scolding, "You criticise the good excessively and are overly lenient with the evil. Are you even human?

If you’re a man, then stand up and show yourself!"

However, the person who had earlier whispered did not speak again, hiding in a dark corner.

Seeing this, a scholar in the tavern couldn’t help but sigh.

The other patrons grumbled, feeling discontent.

Although Red Stick Demon Slaughter had slain demons and achieved legendary deeds, there were many conspiracy theories about him.

People in this world tend to overly criticize the good, accusing them of having ulterior motives or using incorrect methods; yet, when it comes to the wicked, they often feel sympathy and are too forgiving.

At that moment, a calm voice suddenly came from outside.

"There are keyboard warriors here too, and I’ve just happened to encounter one. What luck."

The doors of the inn opened, and a gust of cold wind blew in, the sound like a devil’s wail.

Feather-like snowflakes drifted in, and the people in the main hall of the inn looked over, immediately catching sight of a handsome man in a blood-red robe, wielding a wooden stick.

These patrons looked at the overly handsome man with expressions of surprise, some skeptical.

This man’s attire was somewhat similar to that of Red Stick Demon Slaughter!

But now Red Stick Demon Slaughter was at the height of his fame, and many noble young men were donning red robes.

This person looked too young, with delicate and tender skin, unlike the kind who often slaughtered demons.

Inside the inn, there was a moment of silence.

The handsome man walked in, followed by a seemingly naive, yet world-wise-looking boy.

The boy held a rope in his hand.

Following the direction of the rope, there were two figures shrouded in black bags.

Upon noticing the black bags and the silhouettes,

some patrons swallowed hard.

Some widened their eyes, showing expressions of disbelief.

"Red Stick... Demon Slaughter!"

"He is Red Stick Demon Slaughter!"

A commotion stirred up in the inn.

In the private room, the maiden of tender years also couldn’t help but lean out to see the legendary hero and whether he was as described in the tales.

When she saw Qi Yuan’s side profile, she was dumbstruck.

Never had she seen someone of such outstanding beauty.

It was as if he was not of this world.

"Talking behind my back and I caught you; your luck is really bad."

At this moment, Qi Yuan’s gaze fell on a fat and wealthy merchant, his expression calm.

The merchant’s face changed dramatically, "It wasn’t me, I didn’t!"

He was denying it.

The man next to the merchant also hurriedly said, "Old Master Wu is a great benefactor, donating money for roads; he surely wouldn’t slander Lord Red Stick Demon Slaughter!"

The people in the inn looked at the merchant with varying expressions.

The merchant had a good reputation in the city and was even called a paragon of virtue.

Instantly, several other people couldn’t help but speak up for the merchant.

After all, Red Stick Demon Slaughter was considered an unrivaled hero, surely he wouldn’t be so petty and indeed would be reasonable.

Seeing this, the merchant also breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he warned himself to be more careful in the future and to not give anyone the chance to catch him out again.

Just then, Qi Yuan’s lips curled into a smile, "Huo Mushi, play the music."

Seeing this, Huo Mushi skillfully took out a suona, and immediately, a desolate and mournful sound rose in the tavern.

The merchant’s face showed horror; he realized something: "You can’t—"

But what greeted him was a blood-red wooden stick.

The stick struck hard on the middle of his head, like smashing a watermelon.

The merchant’s head burst open just like an overripe watermelon.

Inside the tavern, there was a moment of silence, only the sound of the suona continued to echo.

The patrons were shocked, frightened, and some felt a sense of catharsis.

"The cure for worry is only... murder!" Qi Yuan set down the stick, his voice hearty.

Those who had felt vindicated heard this and felt a chill in their hearts.

The tone of Red Stick Demon Slaughter... didn’t seem like an act.