Chapter 332: The Holy Saint of the Demon Sect Appears Again!
On top of the cubic platform.
As he listened to his Junior Sister carefully explain the strategy she had devised, discussing each point with him bit by bit, Luo Wusheng's eyes grew increasingly bright.
A clear and feasible plan gradually formed in his mind—a plan that would allow him to fully utilize his strength while avoiding unnecessary hostility.
The only drawback was that this plan carried a bit of risk… but even that risk could be minimized significantly.
As long as he managed it well and nothing unexpected happened, there would be no real problem.
When he looked at his Junior Sister again, his gaze was as if he had discovered a priceless treasure.
As expected of his Junior Sister.
As expected of the leading female lead of the original story.
As expected of Little Yuli's go-to strategist in most situations!
If not for the fact that one of his legs was still pressed against Little Yuli's head, Luo Wusheng would have immediately jumped up to give his Junior Sister a bear hug.
She was simply amazing! He was finally beginning to understand everything!
(I was even considering just coming clean and telling her everything I know, letting her become the military strategist I've been dreaming of…)
Well, that thought would have to wait—it wasn't the right time yet.
But having such a brilliant mind helping him strategize felt truly wonderful.
As a brute-force fighter, taxing his brain like this was pure torture.
Luo Wusheng mused contentedly to himself, feeling slightly more at ease now that he had a solid plan.
At that moment, a casual voice drifted to his ears.
"By the way… didn't Senior Brother say earlier that this space couldn't accommodate too many people? Otherwise, the light screen would unfold outside?"
The tone was light and offhanded, like a casual greeting exchanged between neighbors: "Have you eaten yet?"
Luo Wusheng didn't immediately register the issue hidden within those words.
"Hmm? Oh, that was just because I—"
His words abruptly halted.
A sudden realization sent a cold sweat down his back, and his gaze wavered.
"Be-because… at the time, I couldn't fully control this artifact's abilities. But after my strength improved during this trip to the Sword Province, I can now use it more freely. So its functions have been enhanced accordingly."
"Haha… Actually, I just realized myself that my body can now enter this space as well. I was originally planning to use this treasure to protect you all while I stayed outside to fight that chicken Netherkin…"
"Ah, right! Since we've finalized our plan, I need to prepare for dealing with that chicken Netherkin. I'll just—"
The Demon Sect's Holy Saint instinctively tried to get up but was stopped by a small hand.
When he turned back, Bai Xiaoyao's beautiful eyes were right in front of him, glinting with an amused smile that made Luo Wusheng inexplicably nervous.
"Why is Senior Brother in such a hurry? Be careful not to let Yuli's little head bump into something~"
Luo Wusheng froze.
Indeed, in his haste to stand, he had almost caused the Sword Fairy's already-not-so-bright brain to knock against his 'little Wusheng'.
Bai Xiaoyao narrowed her eyes slightly but then suddenly let out a chuckle.
"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Senior Brother, go ahead and prepare. I'll take care of Yuli."
Her gesture of raising her hand high only to lower it gently left Luo Wusheng completely baffled. His emotions felt like they had been on a rollercoaster ride.
After confirming that he seemed to have gotten away with it, he hesitated for a moment before carefully placing Little Yuli's head on the ground.
"Ah, one more thing—"
His Junior Sister's voice suddenly sounded in his ear, nearly making Luo Wusheng flinch and drop the head in his hands.
But her next words immediately cleared his mind.
"Senior Brother must have noticed it too, right…? The peculiarity of Xiaofeng Mountain."
"The legends that have been passed down align almost perfectly with the existence of that chicken Netherkin—that much is clear. But what's truly strange is that Xiaofeng Mountain is also supposed to be a popular site with its own legends, yet today, we are the only ones here…"
"It's as if someone already knew that a battle would take place here at this exact time and deliberately influenced those who would have otherwise come."
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Late Afternoon.
Xiaofeng Mountain.
Manager Ji, the chicken Netherkin, had been forced to the outskirts of the mountain in the ongoing battle.
This barely allowed Xiaofeng Mountain, an ordinary mortal peak, to escape the fate of being completely wiped off the map by the battle's aftermath.
Even so, the already small mountain had been left riddled with scars. The once neatly arranged bamboo grove had been reduced to a chaotic mess of shattered stalks and scattered leaves.
Perhaps after today, Xiaofeng Mountain would exist in name only.
"Cluck—cluck—cluck!!!"
A piercing cry echoed through the air, sounding eerily like the mournful wail of a fallen phoenix.
Nineteen Nascent Soul cultivators stiffened mid-air. Before their eyes, an ominous, dark-blooded phoenix-like Netherkin emerged, wreathed in a sinister aura. With a sweep of its wings, it hurled forth a wave of terrifying demonic flames.
"Break!"
A thunderous shout rang out. A streak of sword light slashed through the demonic flames, colliding with the shadowy fallen phoenix.
Though the strike failed to completely disperse the phantom, it caused it to waver, allowing the cultivators to regain clarity of mind.
For a moment, the sky was ablaze with sword light.
The phoenix's shadow was eventually cut apart, but none of the Nascent Soul cultivators looked even remotely relieved.
The chicken Netherkin's strength had exceeded all their expectations.
At first, they had assumed it was merely a slightly stronger mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. But as the battle dragged on, it became clear that each of its techniques was approaching the power of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
Had it not been for their superior numbers—and the inexplicable expansion of that strange black pot, which was somehow weakening the chicken Netherkin's strength—they might have already fallen.
Yet as time passed, they all noticed something ominous…
The black pot's suppression of the chicken Netherkin was weakening.
The red-faced man's expression darkened.
As sword cultivators, their combat strength was already diminished without their familiar swords in hand. If the chicken Netherkin regained the full strength it had displayed at the beginning of the battle, how could they possibly stand against it?
(Even my Word Sword Technique requires a proper sword to unleash its full power… If I had known this day would come, I would have trained the 'Body' Sword Technique to the point where my entire body became a sword. Right now, having just one enhanced arm is far from enough…)
His gaze flickered toward his unnaturally swollen right arm.
To be honest, given his cultivation level, he still had the ability to escape this battle.
(No— Not yet. The Immortal Nation's capital isn't far from here. If a powerful human cultivator happens to pass by, there may still be hope.)
Moreover, his sword heart would not allow him to retreat at this moment.
Coincidentally, Manager Ji seemed to have come to a similar conclusion.
"I didn't expect a bunch of mere human ants to stall me for this long…"
"Looks like it's time to stop playing around. Cluck!"
Time to show you all what he'is capable of!
His nether energy surged.
From the forked tip of Manager Ji's tail, a long, radiant plume detached and floated into the air.
The sky darkened, as if night had fallen in an instant, and an agonized phoenix's cry resonated from all directions.
The Nascent Soul cultivators felt as if they had been plunged into a dreamlike void, their eyes turning vacant.
In that moment, the severed plume lashed out like a whip.
A few cultivators managed to regain their senses just in time to hastily erect defenses—but the plume struck, scattering their barriers into dust.
One by one, figures were sent flying, spitting blood as they crashed to the ground.
Yet Manager Ji's crimson eyes suddenly narrowed as they locked onto a figure standing amidst the dust and debris.
After a brief silence, it sneered.
"Heh. Demon Sect's Holy Saint… I thought you'd keep hiding until I came to find you."
"Didn't expect you to step out on your own."
The dust settled.
Dressed in ornate robes, Luo Wusheng stood tall, holding a slowly rotating blood-red cube in his hand.
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