The mountain wind was biting, stirring Xin's long hair, whimsically swaying in the air.

Yun Wuyue had left, having completed her transaction with Qing Yu, she directly departed.

Qing Yu had transmitted to her the "Ruyi Sky Demon, Linked Eight Forms," and then demonstrated the Divine Blade Slash. The rest depended on her own enlightenment.

After all, with a profound technique like the Divine Blade Slash, even if Qing Yu analyzed every aspect thoroughly, others might not necessarily grasp its essence. Some things, after all, had to be attempted and comprehended by oneself.

"With the emergence of Heavenly Demon Palace, is the Blood Demon Sect still around?" Qing Yu murmured, gazing at the bright moon above.

It was within expectation for the Heavenly Demon Palace to emerge, so there was no need to be overly vigilant. According to Yun Wuyue, the Demon Lord had been struck by the Sword of Doom and was taken advantage of by the Blood Demon Sect Leader to inflict further injuries, wounds that wouldn't heal easily.

Now that the gateway to the Heavenly Demon Realm had been exposed, if the Heavenly Demon Palace released too much of their high-level combat force, it was very likely that others would seize the opportunity to launch a decapitation strategy.

The Supreme warrior of the Demon Path, the thorn in the side of the Righteous, countless wished to kill the Demon Lord. Should a real opportunity arise, perhaps the Great Zen Temple and Dragon Tiger Mountain might cooperate.

"As for the Blood Demon Sect..." Qing Yu pondered...

The Blood Demon Sect's Martial Arts were known for their rapid advancement, as long as one killed enough, a cultivator's progress was sure to surpass any imagination. Well... as long as you don't fall into Deviation.

High reward came with high risk. Those who practiced Blood Demon Martial Arts faced a much higher chance of Deviation. Without a substantial mental state, one was bound to fall into Deviation.

In a way, those Blood Demon Sect disciples who truly make achievements, their mental states are much higher than those of the same Realm from the Righteous Path.

Having said all that, the point was just one thing—the Blood Demon Sect had hidden long enough and was now ready to emerge. Perhaps at this moment, somewhere, a Blood Demon Sect disciple was planning a blood-drenched feast.

"I hope they don't court disaster," a fierce look flashed in Qing Yu's eyes.

Persimmons are picked when soft, and compared to Daqian, Northern Zhou was significantly weaker. Those from the Blood Demon Sect might very likely go there to practice their arts.

If that were the case, Feng Jiwu would have troubles to deal with.

However, this would make it easier to locate where the Blood Demon Sect members were hiding and start investigating the issue of Demon Blood Essence.

"Forget it, I'll wait for the Blood Demon Sect to show themselves before taking further action. For now, I should head to Zhenwu Sect, that 'Daoist brother' Xuan Shang should be getting anxious."

Thinking of Xuan Shang, Qing Yu couldn't help but wonder, what would he think when he found out his true identity one day?

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The night wind was gentle, the same moonlight shining on a different mountain.

In a remote deep mountain at the boundary of Qing Province, the silvery moonlight, like a layer of gossamer, softly fell upon a dilapidated Taoist Temple.

It was called dilapidated because the doorway of the temple was full of traces of time, and not even a signboard hung on the lintel, just an empty stretch, an anonymous broken Taoist Temple.

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But behind the dilapidated entrance, there was a small courtyard with neatly arranged tables and chairs, and fences erected in the corners.

Even though the owner had long departed, this little courtyard was still maintained as it was. People from the outside world did not come here, and the wild animals of the mountain were halted by the poisonous plants grown around the Taoist Temple.

"Creak—"

The tightly shut main gate opened inwards, and two individuals slowly entered the Taoist Temple that had almost been silent for four years.

The first to walk in was a middle-aged man dressed in purple fine clothes, followed closely by a blue-skirted woman wearing a green veil.

"Is this the Taoist Temple where that junior brother lived for three years?" the blue-skirted woman asked lightly, looking around.

"To be precise, he should be considered your senior brother. He joined the sect before you became the young miss of Yang City."

The middle-aged man paused for a moment and said with an amused smile, "I almost got twisted around by you, girl. I'm no longer a person of the Zhenwu Sect now, and he has nothing to do with you either."

As he spoke, he slowly walked to a wooden chair that seemed to be covered with dust, gently swept the dust away with his sleeve, and sat down.

Moonlight illuminated the middle-aged man's face, revealing one very familiar to the people of Zhenwu Sect.

Xuan Guang.

The person who came here was none other than the former traitor of Zhenwu Sect—Xuan Guang.

"If Master truly severed ties with Zhenwu Sect, why not change your Daoist name? Moreover, you have returned to secular life. And why bring your disciple to this place?" inquired the blue-skirted woman curiously as she walked back and forth, inspecting the surroundings of the courtyard before turning to ask.

"Though the Daoist name was granted by Zhenwu Sect, it's also the only name I've gone by in my life. I've grown accustomed to it, and I'm too lazy to change it. As for coming here, it's to let you see where once lived the person who outwitted your master and you," Xuan Guang explained with a hint of nostalgia.

"In my life, I've been outmaneuvered countless times, but being outplayed by a Postnatal Realm little ghost was a first. Years ago, if I hadn't been killing time and decided to play a little game with my junior nephew Qing Yu, the battle of Yang City might not have been so troublesome."

Back then, due to Qing Yu's intervention, the Six Gates uncovered the Zhen Shan Army's conspiracy prematurely, leading the battle to start earlier than expected. Had not Lord Zhen Shan, Zhang Huchen, broken through his cultivation barrier just in time, Daqian might have had the chance to counter-attack Qing Province by the time the Divine Captors arrived.

"One should indeed take a good look," the blue-skirted woman said, with a trace of hatred tinting her voice.

If it were not for that little Taoist, the Six Gates would not have advanced to Yang City ahead of time, and Uncle Fu, who had taken care of her for over twenty years, might not have died. It was all the fault of that little Qing Yu Taoist.

"I wonder if that person is dead or alive. If he's still breathing, I'd like to see what he has become now!" the blue-skirted woman, or should it be said, the former young miss of the Song Family, Song Ziqi, now the Zhang Family's Zhang Suyun, clenched her teeth as she spoke.

"He surely must be living well," Xuan Guang said softly.

That junior nephew had pulled off a switcheroo right under his own eyes and managed to dump a pot of scandal on him. Although the already filthy Xuan Guang did not mind getting dirtier, there was a big difference between staining himself and being stained by others.

"On this trip to the Central Plains, apart from important matters, I also want to find this junior nephew Qing Yu and see how he has been faring these years, what sort of name he has made for himself, so that I, his senior uncle, can also bask in his glory," he said.

In the tone that seemed to carry a bit of nostalgia, there was an indescribable meaning, and a slow rise of Vile Aura. Against the moonlight, the face of Xuan Guang glowed with several ancient, barren lines, and turbid Vile Aura meandered slowly in his eyes.

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