Read Novel Full Chapter 1296: Chapter 1290: This Is My Home
Chapter 1296: Chapter 1290: This Is My Home
On the snowfields.
The trail of four footprints stretched incredibly long.
A man and a woman, draped in white fur coats, walked forward.
The man carried a black sword box on his back, while the woman wore a black dress beneath her white fur—they looked exactly like an immortal couple wandering the snowy plains.
Li Yaozu was distracted.
He had gone out to seek the Dao, retracing his old path.
After finishing his sword-plundering, experiencing all the swordsmen the world had to offer, he had also returned to the snowfields.
He hadn’t made it back in time for the battle at Grandhaven Prefecture. The family sent word of a sweeping victory, yet he remained deeply worried.
“There’s no need to rush. The Blood Moon hasn’t arrived yet, and the Southern Frontier can’t hide many immortals.
With the strength of the Southern Frontier, it’s more than enough to kill those pieces of trash.” Fang Linglong’s red lips parted slightly.
“Sister Fang, do you know of immortals?” Li Yaozu asked casually.
Fang Linglong had resided in his sword box for many years, and his second sister had constantly sent him medicine—medicine that had grown increasingly potent over the years.
This Demon Lord, who had once ended the Wu Tribe’s calamity, was shrouded in mystery at every turn.
“What do you think? I am a demon, though I haven’t encountered many immortals. Killing those few things was just something I did in passing.”
Fang Linglong continued walking, seemingly recalling something unpleasant.
Li Yaozu had always avoided asking too many questions, but now, with the impending arrival of the Blood Moon, he braced himself and asked,
“How did Sister Fang end up stranded in the Demon Cave?”
“This is my home.”
Fang Linglong pointed toward the snowy expanse ahead.
Li Yaozu frowned. Back when Fang Linglong had rescued him and brought him to the snowfields, she had mentioned this was her home.
Li Yaozu had always assumed Fang Linglong was merely giving him a goal to march toward.
He listened as Fang Linglong said,
“I was born here, born a demon. Back then, there were still many Demon Tribe members here.
My father was the Demon Lord, leading the reclusive Demon Tribe.
My father said that the Demon Tribe was formed from the living beings of the world, who were forced to fall into darkness in order to end the Immortal Tribe.”
“Unfortunately, after many fell, they could never reclaim their humanity, sinking into negative emotions and becoming intolerable to the world.
My father brought us to this land of ice and snow, sheltering the living beings who had fallen for the sake of the world. I grew up here.”
“Until one day…”
“One of my compatriots caused a disaster in the mortal world; he annihilated an entire clan of the Sea Tribe.”
Fang Linglong lowered her eyes.
Li Yaozu didn’t know how to comfort her.
In his youth, he had been quite skilled at charming young girls, but now, weathered by time, he had instead grown reticent—even less talkative than the clinking swords in his sword box.
“The Human Emperor of that generation was furious and personally led men to slaughter their way into the snowy region.”
Fang Linglong said mockingly,
“As if it was for the Sea Tribe. My tribe had two Great Emperors. The Human Emperor led his Emperor Realm experts here specifically to claim two more Great Emperors for the Human Race.
In the end, the Wu Tribe and the Demon Race had long been lying in wait. In just a short millennium, the Imperial Dynasty collapsed, and there were no more powerful Demon Tribe settlements in the world.”
“I fled for tens of thousands of years, yet still, no one was willing to let me go. But they also knew that I had no attachments to hold me back, while they had far too many.”
“The last time, I assassinated the Human Emperor right after his massive battle with his son, Zishu Lingtian.”
The corners of Li Yaozu’s mouth twitched.
He finally seemed to understand why, after Fang Linglong took a trip to the Wu Tribe, their experts never dared to set foot in the Southern Frontier again.
This person… had even assassinated the Human Emperor.
“Why did you assassinate him?” Li Yaozu asked.
“The previous generation’s Human Emperor was already dead. I couldn’t even find my actual enemy, so I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing, right?” Fang Linglong replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
What a powerful reason. Li Yaozu was actually left speechless.
For some unknown reason, Li Yaozu felt a heavy gloom in his heart.
He faintly sensed the dullness in his own emotional intelligence; perhaps he simply couldn’t empathize with Fang Linglong’s experience of living alone for so many years, living without any purpose.
Unknowingly, the two reached the very end of the snowfields.
Li Yaozu was startled; Fang Linglong must have used her Spiritual power, bringing them to an unfamiliar place in an instant.
They were amidst ice and snow.
As Fang Linglong waved her hand, the snow layer revealed ruined walls encased in ice beneath.
Even though it was a ruin, peering through the tip of the iceberg, Li Yaozu could faintly guess the glorious history of this place; perhaps this was indeed Fang Linglong’s homeland.
“People are always content with the status quo.”
As Fang Linglong took a step, a hollow cavity opened in the ground.
Frowning, Li Yaozu followed Fang Linglong downward, instantly sensing overwhelming demonic qi.
Fang Linglong’s low voice echoed in his ear: “Confused by the present, they feel all effort and pain are unnecessary things. They slack off in learning and cultivation, only to realize in the end how little they truly possess.”
“Ultimately watching helplessly as everything slips away, thus blaming heaven and others.”
Entering their sight were massive doors engraved with the shadows of Asuras. Fang Linglong pushed them open.
An aura brimming with oppressive might and a terrifying presence that made the body instinctively fear surged out, prompting Li Yaozu to involuntarily use his Spiritual power to block it.
However, he never expected to stumble forward, and the massive doors slowly closed behind him. Li Yaozu’s eyes widened. “Sister Fang…”
All he saw was Fang Linglong’s smile.
“I don’t like people who blame heaven and others. Back when you walked the snowfields, you couldn’t reach my tribe’s lands, but the current you should be able to survive.
Walk out alive, and beneath the Blood Moon, you will be able to battle immortals.”
“…”
Bang!
The massive doors slowly closed shut.
Behind the dark doors was an independent spatial world, surging with monstrous demonic shadows!
The red glow from behind had already reflected onto the closed doors. Li Yaozu swallowed hard.
“How is this any different from murder? Sister Fang, you will definitely come and save me, right?”
“I won’t.”
The familiar voice echoed in his ear. Li Yaozu’s guess was indeed correct; Fang Linglong could definitely see everything inside.
His face darkened. “Right now, behind me, is there a whole group of people?”
“…”
No response. Bracing himself, Li Yaozu turned his head, only to see pairs of glowing red eyes.
A horde of dead demon overlords were rubbing their fists and wiping their palms, sneering hideously at the guest they hadn’t welcomed in ages. “Jie jie jie jie!”
The sword box clinked.
Li Yaozu slowly drew an iron sword. Feeling the aura on these dead demon overlords—an aura strikingly similar to Fang Linglong’s—he exhaled a long breath.
“Then, please forgive my offense, everyone.”
[Your descendant Li Yaozu, led by Fang Linglong, arrived at the former Demon Capital of the Demon Tribe.]
[The demonic qi in the Demon Capital is endless. It is the final trial array left behind by the Demon Emperor of the Demon Tribe before his death, intended to cultivate descendants through a nine-deaths-one-life grand array.
Fang Linglong used this killing array to assist Li Yaozu’s Sword Dao. She believed that with Li Yaozu’s unyielding nature, he would certainly face eight deaths and two survivals.]
[Ten days passed.
Your descendant Li Yaozu is fleeing madly amidst the mangled corpses of the Demon Tribe.]
[A hundred days passed.
Li Yaozu found a ruin, gaining a moment to catch his breath and heal his heavily injured body.
Comprehending a sliver of the Sword Dao, he acquired the Trait: Hope of the Demon Tribe]
[The Demon Tribe’s Great Emperor left a silver lining of survival for juniors braving the grand array.
Protected by the grand array, while slaughtering and cultivating within it, cultivation speed, combat power, and comprehension increase by 100%.]
Outside the array, Fang Linglong had her back turned to the icy ruins of the Demon Tribe’s homeland.
She sat on the ground, helplessly hugging her calves and curling up into a ball.
When she spoke those words to Li Yaozu, she was speaking them to herself.
When she was with the Demon Tribe, she had never once thought about cultivating until the Demon Tribe was annihilated, and the world gained a fearless female demon overlord.
Azure Cloud Prefecture.
With a solemn expression, the Red Dust Immortal headed toward the Li family estate.
These past few days, many cultivators from the Three Prefectures had been flocking to him in a continuous stream to seek guidance.
As an immortal, he was ultimately still a bit mortal at heart; even though Grandhaven Prefecture had been destroyed, he still deeply enjoyed the constant stream of mortals coming to seek answers and witnessing their subsequent moments of awe.
The Red Dust Immortal had to admit, it felt incredibly good.
However, what displeased him slightly was that these cursed members of the old Li family—who had chased him all over the place—hardly had any true experts seek him out; the ones who came only asked him questions.
The people of the old Li family… actually looked down on him a bit.
Take the Li Clan’s Old Ancestor, Li Wei, for instance; upon meeting him, without saying another word, he first slapped him right on the back of the head.
“No, those surnamed Li must respect this immortal; otherwise I won’t teach them immortal methods!”
The Red Dust Immortal stepped into the Li family estate.
Half an hour later.
The Red Dust Immortal scratched his head, staring blankly at the two brothers before him.
One looked a bit old, containing seven hundred and twenty Golden Cores in his body that were transforming into Nascent Souls one by one.
The other was a foul-faced middle-aged man who looked like he was constantly being struck by lightning, seemingly permanently bound to a lightning tribulation.
“Exalted Immortal, the Blood Moon is approaching. We were just about to seek you out to inquire about immortal methods.
Now that you have come, we humbly ask for your guidance.” Li Jianning looked eager to learn and utterly sincere.
The Red Dust Immortal furrowed his brows and forcefully pressed the two brothers to the ground.
“Don’t ask anything just yet. Tell me, who taught you to cultivate immortality like this?”
“…”
Li Jianshu and Li Jianning exchanged a glance and said in unison, “The Old Ancestor.”
Inside the Ancestral Space, Li Wei, who was in the midst of comprehending the Dao, suddenly sneezed.
He didn’t know why, but he had been sneezing a lot lately; surely some petty scoundrels were scheming against him behind his back.
“Impossible.”
The Red Dust Immortal immediately exposed the brothers’ lie.
“You two just see that your Old Ancestor’s whereabouts are hard to track, so you push everything onto him. What dutiful sons and worthy grandsons.”
“…” The brothers’ gazes remained firm.
The Red Dust Immortal waved his hand.
“You two don’t need to ask anything further. The paths you cultivate are entirely unprecedented.
You only need to follow your established paths to completion, and you will be able to battle immortals.”
“Exalted Immortal, is that true?”
Li Jianshu furrowed his brows deeply.
This caused the Red Dust Immortal’s breath to hitch. These two probably didn’t realize they were already the absolute strongest within their respective realms.
They cultivated extreme Daos, and the hardest hurdles had already been crossed.
The rest was just a matter of time; as long as these two didn’t die, their futures were limitless.
He had finally gotten two people asking for guidance, yet he had absolutely nothing to teach them. Annoyed, the Red Dust Immortal waved his hand and vanished from the spot.
But the moment his feet touched down again.
His expression drastically changed. “Immortal qi… high-tier immortal qi?”
This was still the outer city. Ahead lay the Li Clan’s farmlands. Where the lush, fragrant grass grew, there was the lingering scent of medicinal pills.
He suddenly saw the small blades of grass beneath his feet growing and twisting upward, sending a wave of primal fear straight from the depths of his soul.
The Red Dust Immortal stiffly turned his head as the grass carried him into the distance.
Ahead was a pill furnace and an Immortal Child. Beneath a thatched cottage, a woman in a Daoist robe reclined in a rocking chair, fanning herself to stay cool.
However, in the Red Dust Immortal’s eyes, she was a Nine-Leaf Clover.
Three of the leaves on this Nine-Leaf Clover were ethereal, but even so, behind it lay an endless earth brimming with boundless vitality, forging the immortal physique of the figure in the rocking chair—a true Mountain God.
A moment later.
With dust staining the knees of his trousers, the Red Dust Immortal hurriedly flew out of the Li family estate, wiping cold sweat from his forehead.
“To cross Grandhaven Prefecture, pass through the Blood Moon to the Central Plains, and kill a Body Integration cultivator of the Dao of Nature…”
“What a sin.”
The Red Dust Immortal gnashed his teeth and departed.
Beneath the thatched cottage.
Li Yaoqing opened her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering. Having just experienced a brief moment of absent-mindedness, she furrowed her brows.
Glancing at the footprints on the ground and the clear signs that someone had knelt there, she asked the Immortal Child, who was still stoking the fire for the pill furnace, “Did someone just come by?”
“Yes.”
The Immortal Child replied, “A very powerful pretty boy. He immediately dropped to his knees in front of you, Apothecary. You told him to kneel.”
“Me?” Li Yaoqing pointed at her own nose. “I did?”
“That’s right. You said you had a favor to ask him, and made him kneel while speaking.” The Immortal Child seemed accustomed to this.
“You ordered him to go to the Central Plains to kill someone, saying that since he’s an immortal, it would be easier for him to cross the Blood Moon. Apothecary, you’ve changed.”
Li Yaoqing stared at the Immortal Child’s earnest expression. “How have I changed?”
“You love dozing off, and sometimes you turn into a completely different person, without even knowing it yourself.”
The Immortal Child put down the materials in his hands, walked over to the dazed Li Yaoqing, and squatted down.
Grabbing her hands, he said earnestly, “You are sick. I need to tell your clansmen.”
“I am an apothecary,” Li Yaoqing said, her expression numb.
“You can’t cure everyone. You can’t cure the Human Emperor, let alone yourself.”
The Immortal Child slowly stood up. “Don’t be afraid, Apothecary. We will cure your illness together.”
He headed toward the depths of the family estate without looking back, not daring to linger for a single step.
“There must be a way, Apothecary.”
Li Yaoqing stared blankly at the retreating Immortal Child. She was terrified.
For the very first time, the six-leaf clover in her dantian made a sound.
“You are not sick; you are just… becoming stronger.”
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