Chapter 1896: Pig Demon's Request

"In that case, Master Ye, I shall have to trouble you." Kongjian paid his respects to Amitabha Buddha and pointed forward. Suddenly, a beam of golden light shot out from the doorway, striking Ye Qianx...“This, you actually resemble my former human friend quite a bit. I also lost to him the first time we met and got beaten up. But that guy was ruthless but didn't have any killing intent. You were the same in the Blue Fire Acacia Forest that day.” Pig Demon Zhu Qi laughed again.

Lu Xia Tian was speechless. This boar demon actually had a masochistic tendency, but this fellow didn't feel wrong either. At the time, he himself had only wanted to give him a lesson and hadn't meant to kill him. Feeling this way was a bit too hasty. Lu Xia Tian couldn't just believe this boar demon's words.

"It's not easy to encounter treasures that can help us advance during our cultivation. If we miss this village, there won't be another one like it. What do you think" Zhu Qi said again.

“I still have some things to attend to, so I won't be going to that treasure-hunting place you mentioned for now.” Lu Xiaotian shook his head. Inside the Qingguo barrier, a large amount of purple thread had accumulated, along with the newly acquired Yanzhi stone, which was enough for him to cultivate for quite some time. To go to a dark and unfamiliar place to search for treasures, Lu Xiaotian’s mind must be playing tricks on him.

"Well, hmm, you consider it then. I've been around the Yuetang area recently. If you decide to go for it, just come find me anytime." Zhu Qi saw Lu Xia Tian directly leave without lingering, and shouted from behind as he watched him depart.

As Lu Xiaoteng neared the island in the center of the lake, he heard a fierce fight from afar. Ye Ziyu was still there. Compared to Ye Ziyu, Lu Xiaoteng's level of sword embryo refinement was higher. Without deliberately blocking the sword embryo, he could sense Ye Ziyu's general location through the sword embryo. The familiar sword intent in the air was crisscrossing, clearly showing that Ye Ziyu had gotten into a fight with several others.

In the distance, a cloud of sand dust billowed with black-purple firelight, yet it gave off an oddly chilling sensation. Within that layer of cold sand, a burly man with a bushy beard stood vacantly, his foot on a flying shuttle, his black and purple robes fluttering in the cold sand. Yet, despite this outwardly rough appearance, the middle-aged man's expression towards Ye Ziyu was unusually serious.

The sky was filled with black-purple dust carrying flames, which ordinary cultivators couldn't get close to. On the other hand, Ye Ziyu's aura was much smaller, a transparent light shield enveloped her inside. No matter how violently the dust swirled, it was always blocked by the radiance emitted from the transparent shield.

In other places, Fu Yu, Bai Li Fei, and Huo Shi Che Da engaged in fierce battles with their respective opponents. Apart from them, a bloodstained woman in purple robes guarded a young couple, fighting fiercely against an old man wearing a snow-wing centipede hat. The woman in purple robes was not much weaker than the old man, even slightly stronger. However, the old man was unusually cunning. While controlling dozens of snow-wing demon centipedes to fight the woman in purple robes, he would occasionally harass the young couple. The white mist exhaled by these snow-wing centipedes was extremely poisonous. Even careful cultivators at the Divine Void realm would avoid contact. But for the young couple who were only at the Nascent Soul realm, once they came into contact with it and failed to detoxify in time, they would almost certainly die.

The fight between the woman in purple and the old man was extremely arduous. Further away, there were quite a few cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage, but they were just huddled together on the outskirts, not daring to get closer. The battle between these powerful figures in the Void God realm was too dangerous for those of lower cultivation levels; getting involved would be no different from courting death.

What's going on Lu Xiaoteng was puzzled. Looking at the situation in the field, Bai Li Fei and Fu Yu clearly still had some strength left. The abilities of these two were already well-known in Yuan Ling City before... There were indeed some stronger ones in the Shen Xu realm than them, but not many, obviously not including these two in front of him. It seemed that Bai Li Fei and Fu Yu didn't intend to help the purple-clothed woman out of her predicament either. It could be seen that the two sides weren't familiar with each other.

As for how they came to fight, I don't know. Lu Xia Tian repeatedly examined the vast battlefield. Since Ye Zi Yu and his party weren't at a disadvantage, Lu Xia Tian naturally wasn't in a hurry to intervene. Looking at Ye Zi Yu's demeanor, it seemed he intended to use that middle-aged man with a big beard to hone his swordsmanship. Lu Xia Tian naturally wouldn't interrupt.

Having scanned the battlefield, Lu Xia Tian found traces of blood on the lake surface. Several corpses were scattered and floating on the water. One deceased young man was robust in physique, resembling the middle-aged burly man who had fought with Ye Ziyu quite closely.

Among the lower-ranked cultivators further away, they were generally divided into several waves. One wave came to watch the excitement, while the others seemed to be led by that middle-aged man with a big beard and the old man wearing a centipede hat, respectively, each bringing their own forces.

Seeing the commotion, no one dared to provoke these two factions and kept their distance.

"What are you standing there for Quickly bring back the young master's body." One of the long-bearded old men admonished the green-faced man beside him.

"Sure enough, he's the son of that big beard." The rebuke confirmed Lu XiaTian's guess.

Lu Xiaottian remained composed and walked to the lake, blending in with the onlookers. As he got closer, he realized that there were two cultivators hidden exceptionally well among them – one was a fire-bearded willow demon whose roots burrowed into the ground, concealing its aura flawlessly. Even Lu Xiaottian's soul sense, if not for being so close, wouldn't have detected anything unusual.

The other was an old man with a patched-up robe, holding a green wine flask. He looked extremely disheveled and reeked of alcohol. That green flask wasn't ordinary; it seemed to have absorbed the old man's very essence.

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“What happened here How come there are so many Shenxu Realm cultivators” Lu Xiaoxiao merged into the crowd of onlookers, whispered softly, and then looked around with questioning eyes.

"This human friend doesn't look like he belongs to this place, does he" As soon as Lu Xia Tian spoke, a crow-like, black demon replied. This crow demon was called Háo Yāo, a very noisy type of demon. Even if their realm was high, they couldn't change their chattering habit. Having stayed here for a while, they were already getting impatient. When Lu Xia Tian asked, they immediately became interested. "Telling you isn't much trouble, but it takes some effort, friend. You should give me some lip-smacking fee or something."

As he spoke, this number crow demon revealed a look of riches.

"How many benefits do you want" Lu Xia Tian asked.

"Fifty inferior spirit crystals will do, preferably fire-based ones." The Raven Demon transmitted in a hurry, worried that someone would steal their business.

Most of those staying in Yehuo Plain were fire-elemental. Lu Xia Tian had obtained mainly fire-elemental spirit crystals from guys like Hei Pongsashu, Xiong Yao Sheng Duo, and so on. Without further ado, he directly paid the crow demon its spirit crystals.

“Today, the sky is clear and bright, with blood light already appearing in the east....” The crow demon opened its beak and spoke dozens of sentences, all about the weather, signs and the like. Not a single word related to the main topic.” plan this time, he sent several direct descendants and his nephew Ying Lin, none of whom returned. Despite the pain of losing his kin, Venerable Xuanhu didn't show any remorse. Ying Zhong would neve...