Demon Suppression Mountain stood tall and imposing,
its peak piercing the clouds,
but its overall appearance was a dull, grayish hue,
giving off a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.
When Ye Yu arrived at this place,
he found that the leaders of the other four sacred lands had already arrived.
Behind each one stood a young man and woman.
It looked like
these must be the saint sons and saint daughters of the four sacred lands.
In addition,
dozens of formation cultivators were gathered nearby,
working together to set up a large formation.
From their techniques, it was undoubtedly the Eight Desolation Demon Imprisonment Formation.
This formation was decently powerful,
but with many limitations—not highly recommended.
On their way here,
Luo Ze had informed Ye Yu
that they were making dual preparations.
If Ye Yu, Yun Roumu, and the others failed,
and even the combined power of the Heavenly Thunder Annihilation Talisman and the seal could not kill Lin Fengyuan,
then they should ignore everything else
and focus on escaping from Demon Suppression Mountain.
The leaders of the sacred lands would then take over the battle,
engaging in a life-or-death struggle with the demon Lin Fengyuan.
It seemed that this Eight Desolation Demon Imprisonment Formation was specifically prepared for the worst-case scenario.
Under normal circumstances, if Luo Ze had told Ye Yu about such dangers,
he certainly wouldn’t have come.
But in his mind, Hong Luan’s words still echoed:
“This is an opportunity for you—don’t waste it!”
Ye Yu was genuinely curious.
What kind of opportunity awaited on Demon Suppression Mountain?
While he pondered,
Luo Ze began gathering everyone together.
At the behest of the sacred land leaders,
the five saint sons and five saint daughters, including Ye Yu, assembled.
They introduced themselves to one another.
“Tianshu Mountain Saint Son, Zhou Qifan!”
“Tianshu Mountain Saint Daughter, Zeng Ling.”
“Feiyun Pavilion Saint Son, Liu Ge!”
“Feiyun Pavilion Saint Daughter, Yuan Mingjing!”
“Crying Spirit Valley Saint Son, Lu Anqing!”
“Crying Spirit Valley Saint Daughter, Du Cang!”
“Xiaoyao Palace Saint Son, Qi Huan!”
“Xiaoyao Palace Saint Daughter, Hou Zhizhi!”
“Qingyun Sect Saint Son, Ye Yu!”
“Qingyun Sect Saint Daughter, Yun Roumu!”
Since they were about to fight side-by-side,
it didn’t make sense not to know each other’s names.
However, in Ye Yu’s view,
it didn’t really matter if he knew their names or not.
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After all, they were heading into a battlefield, not a social gathering.
Moreover, this was their first meeting.
Even if they knew each other’s names, it wasn’t likely that anyone would entrust their life to the other.
Just a fleeting encounter.
Why take it so seriously?
Ye Yu glanced around at everyone,
frowning slightly.
Although the other four saint daughters were all quite attractive,
compared to Yun Roumu,
they were clearly a level lower.
Hmm, you never realize the difference until you see it side by side.
Next to them, Yun Roumu appeared even more beautiful.
Sensing Ye Yu’s gaze,
Yun Roumu felt a burst of happiness.
Capturing a man’s gaze is a woman’s greatest satisfaction—
especially when that man is someone she likes.
Love is a mutual pursuit.
Since Ye Yu had looked her way,
she had to respond!
Yun Roumu took a step forward,
just as she was about to speak to Ye Yu, however,
someone interrupted.
Luo Ze coughed deliberately and said in a grave tone, “Let’s set off. Remember the instructions your sect leaders gave you.
Give it everything you’ve got!”
Everyone responded immediately,
heading toward the ominous Demon Suppression Mountain.
Watching their retreating figures,
Luo Ze’s mind was filled with thoughts.
If he had a choice, he would never want Yun Roumu to be in such danger.
But Yun Roumu was the Saint Daughter of the Qingyun Sect.
This was her duty.
As for Ye Yu,
his involvement with Demon Suppression Mountain was entirely unexpected.
To be honest, Luo Ze himself couldn’t quite understand
why Hong Luan had chosen this moment to put Ye Yu forward as the Saint Son.
Did she not worry about something going wrong?
Luo Ze’s expression grew heavier.
Just then, Sect Leader Tang Shaojin of Tianshu Mountain stepped up beside him
and asked softly, “Sect Leader Luo, isn’t Elder Hong Luan coming?”
Luo Ze shook his head slightly.
Tang Shaojin let out a bitter laugh.
“Sect Leader Luo, how could you be so shortsighted at such a critical moment? Why didn’t you call Elder Hong Luan over?
If she were here,
even if the demon Lin Fengyuan truly broke out of Demon Suppression Mountain, we would still stand a good chance of utterly vanquishing him!”
Luo Ze sighed deeply.
Of course he understood what Tang Shaojin was implying.
Hong Luan was indeed powerful—
her strength could even be called outrageous.
This woman had once suppressed an entire era, forcing the entire cultivation world to bow in submission!
Although she had been dormant for thousands of years,
if she were here, everyone would feel much more secure.
But the key issue was
Hong Luan only did what she wanted.
No one dared force her to do anything she didn’t want to.
She knew about the gathering at Demon Suppression Mountain.
Since she hadn’t come by now, it was likely she wouldn’t.
Luo Ze stared at Demon Suppression Mountain.
After a long moment of thought,
he finally decided to take out a communication stone and try to contact Hong Luan.
If only for the safety of the younger generation, he felt he should at least make an effort.
“Sister, the saint sons and saint daughters of the five sacred lands have entered Demon Suppression Mountain.
Aren’t you going to come and check?”
There was a long silence on the other end,
then a slurred, drunken voice responded.
“I thought about it, but I drank too much, so I won’t bother. Anyway, with Ye Yu around, it should be fine!”
Hearing this,
Luo Ze’s expression turned strange.
“Sister, Ye Yu has only been cultivating for a few years. His strength is low—what could he possibly accomplish?”
“Weak? Little Luo Ze, Ye Yu’s strength is by no means beneath yours.
Plus, with the Heavenly Thunder Annihilation Talisman, he can handle it!
Relax!”
Hong Luan’s words
struck Luo Ze like a bolt of lightning.
Ye Yu, who had been an outer disciple of Qingyun Sect only half a year ago,
had spent just a few months training at Five-Finger Peak.
Now she was saying his strength rivaled his, the leader of a sacred land?
How was that even possible?
No one in the entire cultivation world had ever progressed at such a rate!
Luo Ze even wondered
if Hong Luan had drunk too much and was spouting nonsense.
“Sister, you’re not joking, are you?
Ye Yu is just a disciple—under normal circumstances...”
Before Luo Ze could finish,
Hong Luan interrupted, “Normal? What’s normal or abnormal about Five-Finger Peak?
Hic!”
The long hiccup
made it clear that Hong Luan had indeed had quite a bit to drink.
The communication stone dimmed gradually in his hand.
Luo Ze couldn’t help but smile.
Indeed.
Was anyone at Five-Finger Peak really “normal”?
Ye Yu!
I hope you’re truly as strong as my sister says!
Wait, hold on!
If Ye Yu’s strength really is on par with mine,
does that mean, if he insists on being with Yun Roumu,
I’d have no power to stop him?
With that thought,
Luo Ze suddenly felt a pang of melancholy.