Wo Yu Cheng Feng – Chapter 97

Ling Luo experienced the Moon Palace’s calamity once more.

Thousands of demons emerged, with oppressive, thick black clouds spreading toward North Court City.

The Moon Palace disciples were shocked and despairing. The Mu family members weren’t all dead, nor were the Jiang family members, but the emerged demons attacked the Elder Hall directly, and soon the place was flowing with rivers of blood.

Even without Jiang Miao’s contract binding them, the thousands of demons would have slaughtered everyone in the Moon Palace. They thoroughly hated the Founding Palace Master and the cultivators of the mortal realm.

Wu Xu chased the Bone Demon to the snow mountain where thousands of demons emerged. He saw Yue Liangze and Chu Yi below, along with Moon Palace disciples and elders arriving one after another.

Above, where black clouds spread, countless pairs of red eyes were filled with excitement and evil.

The Bone Demon stood in mid-air, holding the Flying Thunder Pearl, spreading his hands toward the people below with a smile: “This is the first surprise for you.”

“Self-proclaimed righteous hypocrites, it’s time for you to put on your masks and continue your performance.”

Below, Chu Yi sneered, “You talk too much.”

Yue Liangze looked back toward the Moon Palace, while Bai Cang sighed, “We’ll be busy from now on.”

Ling Luo guarded the Moon Palace’s mountain gate, white mist blocking the way out. Her sword had already cut down many demons trying to fly out.

The demons, furious at her obstruction, stopped tormenting others after several attempts and united to deal with Ling Luo first.

White mist rose, exuding coldness, breaking the ice arrows flying toward Ling Luo mid-flight, then freezing the rising firewall until it shattered.

Ling Luo’s hands formed seals rapidly, using ritual laws in conjunction with Sui Wu to block the demons.

The Giant Fire Demon, its feet frozen by the mist, roared in anger and summoned the spirit demons dependent on it: “Kill her!”

Ling Luo’s expression remained indifferent as six golden phoenixes spread their wings behind her.

The void was filled with dancing red starlight and golden fireflies.

Among Heaven Stem’s attack ritual laws, Ling Luo’s favorite was the ninety-eighth, Phoenix Arrival.

She first saw Phoenix Arrival when she was six years old.

Just like the night before her now, with flashing thunder, a little girl walked alone at the bottom of a deep cliff, holding a candle lamp toward the pitch-black darkness.

The girl encountered a demon flying out from the forest path. Its huge black wings knocked her down, and black claws gripped her throat and lifted her. Just then, dazzling gold descended from the sky, with a piercing cry of anger. One phoenix bit through the black claws, and another devoured the black wings, instantly tearing the demon to pieces.

A woman in light purple gauze stood with her back to the girl. Her dress and sleeves were lifted by the fierce wind, and golden phoenixes with gorgeous long tails surrounded her, their brilliant light illuminating the area.

The girl rushed into her mother’s arms, crying bitterly.

The woman gently stroked her back, her eyes full of pity and heartache.

Mother said, “…don’t learn swordsmanship anymore. There are countless techniques in this world and infinite paths. If you want to cultivate, you don’t have to insist on being a sword cultivator.”

The girl replied in a muffled voice, “But I can do it.”

She looked up, her eyes slightly red from crying, with a childish voice tinged with grievance: “I really can do it, but why did Father interrupt my sword intent during the competition, not letting me compete… Mother, I like sword techniques.”

Mother wiped the teardrops hanging from her eyelashes, her expression gentle: “Don’t you like ritual laws?”

The girl shook her head: “I like both, but I like sword techniques the most.”

“You are my daughter. All ritual laws in this world won’t reject you. If you want, you can easily learn ritual laws that other cultivators can’t master in a lifetime.” Mother’s gaze was complex, but her voice remained gentle. “From now on, let’s not cultivate the sword path but switch to ritual laws, alright?”

“But…” the girl stretched out her hand, and the sword light flowing from her fingertips merged with the golden phoenixes. “The sword techniques haven’t rejected me either.”

Mother fell silent for a long time, her hand on the girl’s shoulder trembling slightly.

As the golden phoenixes spread their wings and circled the two, they brought warm light, dispelling the cold at the bottom of the cliff.

Mother reached out and embraced her, saying softly, “You had an aunt who also mastered these sword techniques, but I never thought she would eventually die because of them…”

That night, Mother cried and told her many things, but she was too young to understand everything, and with time, her memories became blurred.

But that night at the bottom of the cliff, she seemed to have also seen Father.

Her father, with a sword at his waist, held her hand that night. Without using any techniques, they walked up the cliff for a very long time.

So long that she eventually became too tired to walk, and the man carried her on his back as they continued.

Mother and Father were silent, not saying a word.

But Ling Luo always remembered what Mother had said:

You are my daughter. All ritual laws in this world won’t reject you.

Amid the sounds of battle came many screams from Moon Palace disciples. The demons sealed beneath the snow mountain by the Founding Palace Master were not ordinary ones—these poorly trained disciples were no match for them.

But Sui Wu’s sword intent swept across, forcefully rescuing people from the demons’ clutches. Powerful attack ritual laws could be instantly cast without chanting incantations, and various formations were laid simultaneously. Dividing her attention three ways at once angered the demons.

In the void above, a Demon King looked down at the woman below with a haughty attitude.

He was barefoot, with broken iron chain shackles hanging from his hands and feet, surrounded by black demonic energy, and his long silver hair was particularly eye-catching.

The Demon King coiled the heavy iron chain around his hand, his bewitching red eyes fixed on Ling Luo below, his tongue lightly licking his fangs: “You bunch of trash, held back by a single woman for so long?”

Below, another Demon King with four pairs of black antlers on his head, entangled by Phoenix Arrival, angrily replied: “Don’t just stand there talking! Look at what this woman has done! If you’re so capable, try breaking through her line yourself!”

The silver-haired demon snorted coldly, gripping the iron chain in one hand and swinging it toward Ling Luo.

Ling Luo, currently battling the antlered demon, recalled Sui Wu and held her sword to block this attack, looking up to meet the silver-haired demon’s gaze. A golden phoenix flew from behind her shoulder toward him.

At such close range, the golden phoenix would surely hit its target, but it was neutralized by another golden phoenix suddenly summoned from behind the demon.

The silver-haired demon curled his lips: “Heaven Stem, Phoenix Arrival.”

That he could use a cultivator’s ritual law technique indicated he had once been a cultivator.

“Woman, what other tricks do you have?” the silver-haired demon taunted.

Ling Luo showed no surprise. While other Moon Palace disciples watched in terror, she merely flicked her finger, sending a golden sword intent toward the silver-haired demon that transformed into thousands of sword blades.

Heaven Stem, one hundred and eighth technique: Myriad Swords.

The sword blades shattered the silver-haired demon’s golden phoenix into scattered fireflies, forcing him back from Ling Luo. Just as he raised an eyebrow to speak, the remaining sword blades formed an array around him. Ritual patterns appeared beneath his feet, and several iron chains flew from the formation to bind his limbs again.

The silver-haired demon frowned slightly, but when he looked at Ling Luo again, his face bore an evil smile: “You look so young, yet your spiritual cultivation is profound, and you’ve broken through the life-death boundary. With such fine bones, why not dual cultivate with me? I can take you to the next level.”

Ling Luo casually brushed her shoulder-length hair: “With your meager abilities, you’re not worthy of dual cultivation with me.”

“Quite the wild one,” the silver-haired demon laughed. “This lord has just emerged today and is in a good mood, so I’ll give you another chance. Little beauty, don’t be obtuse. With dual cultivation, if I have to force it, I would—”

Halfway through his sentence, his expression suddenly changed. His demonic energy transformed into black snakes, biting through the iron chains while he turned to block the black sword light flying from afar.

Wusheng’s killing energy broke through his protective demonic power, and as the silver-haired demon turned his head to avoid it, his face was still cut with a long gash.

Yue Liangze, holding Wusheng, appeared instantly and delivered a second strike. The silver-haired demon swung the iron chain in his hand to block it, while his other hand drew a black line in the void, summoning the Death Mist Gate.

The silver-haired demon retreated into the Death Mist Gate, looking at Yue Liangze with a gloomy gaze: “Wusheng?”

Yue Liangze remained silent, giving him an indifferent glance.

The silver-haired demon laughed coldly: “I’ve truly been imprisoned too long, not knowing how the world has changed. Even Wusheng has been tamed by a human.”

“Not a demon cultivator or some monster, but a cultivator—truly disgusting.”

Ling Luo sneered, “You’re not human yourself.”

The silver-haired demon persisted: “Disgusting to demons!”

Those demons not controlled by Ling Luo’s ritual law formations all ran into the Death Mist Gate.

The silver-haired demon looked at Yue Liangze with a cold smile: “You’d better take good care of that sword in your hand. Once I familiarize myself with this mortal realm, I’ll come for it.”

Wusheng: *Oh, how arrogant! Master, don’t be afraid. I have no connection with him at all! This guy is just jealous because he loves you but can’t have you!*

Broken Intent: *I can testify that we’re innocent!*

After speaking, the silver-haired demon pointed at Ling Luo: “And you, little beauty, take care of yourself too. Dual cultivation with me would be all benefit and no harm. Then both the person and the sword will be mine.”

Sui Wu: *Here he goes again. Why doesn’t he ever learn? In their previous life, he was almost killed by Wusheng and then avoided Ah Luo whenever he saw her! He didn’t dare come within five hundred li of Ah Luo, and now he talks about dual cultivation! How can he… oh I forgot, this guy has no memory now. Serves him right!*

Wusheng: *He dares to steal our person! He’s dead for sure! Cut him down!*

As one of the Twenty-Six Demons, once the silver-haired demon opened the Death Mist Gate, no one could stop the thousands of demons from leaving.

Watching the Death Mist Gate close, merging into a black line, and disappearing, the Moon Palace disciples didn’t know whether to be angry or relieved.

Was tonight’s nightmare finally over?

Perhaps it had just begun.

Most of the demons disappeared through the Death Mist Gate. The Moon Palace continued its cleanup until dawn, with everyone’s nerves on edge. They thought the snow mountain seal breaking and thousands of demons emerging was the most devastating event, but after Wu Xu announced the deaths of Jiang Miao, Mu Jingyi, and others, it added frost to the snow.

The Moon Palace suffered heavy losses last night.

Fortunately, with the help of the Sacred Sword Sect disciples, the Third Master of Eastern Island’s Tianji, and Hall Master Fan, the situation was quickly stabilized, and various matters were handled.

Feng Tianyao, who had just left last night, quickly returned because of the Moon Palace’s demon outbreak. The once elegant and prosperous Moon Palace he had left was now desolate, with a nauseating thick smell of blood in the air.

News quickly spread throughout the Twelve Great Immortal Sects, then to the entire cultivation world.

Cultivators who had previously relaxed their vigilance began to panic.

Everyone was busy all day, and Yun Shouxi had no time to mind Ling Luo. As the Third Master of Eastern Island’s Tianji, he needed to arrange many things and help Wu Xu stabilize the Moon Palace.

For this, he called his second disciple, Yu Xiu, who was the most adept at handling such matters in their sect.

Bai Cang, being from the Sacred Sword Sect and carrying the Immortal Leader’s Command, was also needed to help stabilize the situation.

So no one was left to monitor Ling Luo and Yue Liangze as they rested by the stream at the edge of the flower sea outside the mountain gate.

Ling Luo lifted her skirt and entered the stream barefoot, looking up at the flower sea: “Last night, both humans and demons went wild in the Moon Palace, yet this flower sea outside the mountain gate escaped unscathed.”

Yue Liangze was in the deeper part of the water. His body was stained with demon energy and some demon blood, which he found quite repulsive. He was taking off his upper garment when he heard her and also looked back toward the flower sea.

Ling Luo looked from the flowers to Yue Liangze and, seeing him remove his upper clothing, asked, “What are you doing?”

“Washing up,” Yue Liangze said as he entered the water.

Ling Luo waded in the shallow stream, waiting for him to come out.

Occasionally, they could see various message-carrying spirit birds flying out of the Moon Palace, or hear the sound of bells transmitting messages.

The people inside were busy dealing with the mess left by those who had died.

With a splash, Yue Liangze surfaced.

Ling Luo, looking toward the Moon Palace, said, “Do you know about Severed White Head?”

Yue Liangze: “I’ve told you about it before.”

“Such a terrible curse,” Ling Luo sighed softly.

Yue Liangze turned to look at her, water droplets sliding down his jawline. He put on his wet clothes, which, though still damp, were at least tolerable now that the smell was gone.

Sensing Ling Luo’s thoughts, he said, “I won’t let you have the chance to be afflicted with such a curse.”

Ling Luo didn’t turn around, her tone prideful: “I’m not afraid.”

“I wasn’t afraid before either,” Yue Liangze said, “but now I am.”