Yinshan Record

Chapter 671 The Pure Illumination of the Nine Netherworlds (Part 2)
Inside the City of No Beginning, the lanterns are just beginning to illuminate the night.

Although the sun had just set and a bright moon shone clearly in the sky, Wushi City was anything but quiet at this moment.

The disciples of Tiger Roar Hall took the seals and went out into the streets to affix them to each household, sending their fellow villagers on their way.

At the city gate, the traffic was even more heavy. Whether it was the elderly, women, children, young girls, or strong men, everyone was carrying luggage and hurrying south.

The news has spread, and the demon army of Anguo is now rushing towards Wushi City. If they want to survive, they have no choice but to head south.

Crow City is ready to receive everyone, so everyone must pack their things and get going.

There were also elderly people who couldn't bear to leave their homeland, and fools who couldn't bear to part with their family businesses. They were unwilling to set off, and after the disciples of Tiger Roar Hall persuaded them several times, they gave up and went on to the next family.

However, none of this mattered to Su Che.

Tiger Roar Hall had prepared a banquet to entertain the guests from afar. Not only Fang Huan, the envoy of Zhao Tianlin from Flying Crow City, but also Daoist Dawu from Qingxu Sect, and even Shi Meng, who had been under semi-house arrest, came to the banquet and whispered to his daughter.

Despite the chaos of war, the scale of the banquet remained unchanged.

Su Che sat upright in the most prestigious seat, flanked by two guests, Daoist Dawu and Fang Huan.

Shi Meng and Lei Xun sat facing each other, followed by Zhao Qian, Yao Qin, and others. The outermost group consisted of the disciples of the Qingxu Sect.

"Today's wine is also a farewell."

Zhao Qian stood up, carefully raised his wine glass, and pondered his words.

"If there's another banquet like this in the future, it will probably be held in Flying Crow City..."

Su Che coughed and cleared his throat slightly. Zhao Qian immediately stopped talking and looked up at Su Che, wondering what plans he had this time.

"Let me say a few words."

Su Che didn't raise his glass; he simply glanced around to the left, right, and below.

“After today, Zhao Tianlin, the city lord, will take over as the head of the Tiger Roar Hall. I, Zuo, will resign from this position.”

As soon as he said that, a commotion broke out among the people around him.

Now, everyone knows how Su Che used swift and decisive methods to create the current situation.

Is it really necessary to so easily give away this newly established business?
Fang Huan assumed Su Che was just being polite and quickly replied.

"Master Zuo, you are too kind. My city lord still has a lot to rely on..."

"I was just a rogue cultivator, and taking over Tiger Roar Hall was just something I did on the side."

Su Che continued speaking, following the words he had agreed upon with the Ghost Ancestor of Beimang.

"To be honest, that troop of demon soldiers from Anguo will not be coming."

This remark silenced everyone at the table.

not coming?
You all saw the impressive commotion that group of monsters made.

Led by the Great Demon Bu Xu, there were countless other demons who had attained the Rejuvenation Pill stage.

Not to mention Wushi City, even Feiya City wouldn't dare say they could reliably defeat such a large army.

"My sect elders have already taken action and wiped out that group of demons. The leader, the sheep demon, has been reduced to ashes."

Elders from the same sect? Turned to ashes?
Everyone present looked at each other in bewilderment, and Zhao Qian felt an itch on his scalp.

You claim to be a rogue cultivator, so where did this senior from your sect come from?

"To be honest, I am from the Yuyang lineage, a branch of the Yuyang Mountain in the Central Plains."

After he finished speaking, a collective sigh of understanding immediately followed.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

For many years, Yu Yang Mountain has been known for its chivalrous deeds in the Central Plains, earning it a prestigious reputation. Not only in places like the Seventy-Two Kingdoms, which are close to the Central Plains, but also in places like the East Sea and the Northern Wilderness, people know that there is a Yu Yang Mountain in the Central Plains. Its disciples are public-spirited and righteous, and are all chivalrous figures who dare to stand up for what is right.

"Even though the demon army has been destroyed, the troubles may not end."

As Su Che spoke, he looked toward the Taoist Da Wu standing to the side.

"If the Qingxu Sect fails to properly protect these seventy-two kingdoms, my Yuyang Sect is willing to lend a hand." After saying this, Daoist Dawu immediately felt a surge of anger.

What does it mean to "help out"?

Your Jade Yang Mountain sect has only been around in the Central Plains for a few years, and at most it has a couple of Longevity Immortals. My Qingxu Sect is a behemoth with Earth Immortals in charge, so we don't need your help at all.

Originally, Daoist Dawu had some intention of befriending Zuo Lengchan, but after these two sentences, he immediately became somewhat angry.

Although the Qingxu Sect is not what it used to be, it is not a sect that just anyone can criticize.

"As for now..."

Su Che looked up at the sky.

"You should all be able to sense some differences."

boom.

Boom boom.

Boom boom boom.

Faint drumbeats drifted from beyond the sky, and mournful horn calls seemed to draw back a curtain, for the sky above Wushi City had been covered by dark clouds at some unknown time.

The sound of the drums grew clearer and clearer.

Those present could tell, of course, that it was not the sound of drums at all, but the booming sound of thunder tearing through the air.

Shi Meng slammed his hand on the table and whispered something.

"Little Green Mountain."

Lei Xun stood up from the banquet, walked a few steps outside, and looked up.

Black, crimson clouds had enveloped Wushi City, and glistening snowflakes were falling from the sky. Though the snowflakes were crystalline, they were pitch black inside, carrying a hint of yin energy, obscuring the human world.

He had witnessed such a scene once before.

That was the day when the Eight-Armed Ghost King summoned countless ghosts from Little Green Mountain and slaughtered the entire family of the city lord of Wushi City.

"they……"

For so many years, the ghosts of Xiaoqingshan have only existed symbolically in Wushi City, to the point that Lei Xun has forgotten who the original owner of this city was.

Between the four directions, a powerful pressure unfolded, and the four strong auras formed a dense net that enveloped the entire Wushi City.

Those tangible wisps of yin energy manifested in the city, moving slowly.

Once any living being is entangled by this yin energy, its soul will immediately leave its body, and its spiritual light will be swallowed up by the yin energy.

In that single instant, countless ordinary people and cultivators died in the Yin energy, their souls flowing into this vast net along with it.

"Four Venerable Steps to Emptiness".

Fang Huan watched the flow of energy around him.

"Xiao Qingshan has sent out its best and brightest."

Shi Meng also roused himself and stood outside the hall, looking south.

There was a crimson aura flowing continuously there, its power overwhelming and domineering.

"To the south lies the Eight-Armed Demon King."

Fang Huan nodded. He looked to the west, where the sharp energy of five weapons emanated, and the sounds of battle never ceased.

"The one to the west should be the Howling Wind Ghost King."

The north was gloomy and difficult to see, while the east was filled with incessant thunder.

Shi Meng and Fang Huan exchanged a glance, neither of them able to guess who was in charge on either side.

Why are all the ghosts of Little Green Mountain coming out in full force, as if they intend to wipe out the entire City of No Beginning?

(End of this chapter)