Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

Chapter 426: Chapter 213: Golden Core Flood Dragon Corpse

”That’s right, that’s right. No matter how powerful the Shen Family is, they can’t possibly withstand the combined Golden Core influence of the Great Witch Mountain and Fushan Country, can they?”

”I didn’t say I wouldn’t act.” Commander Lan glanced at them and continued, ”It’s just a show, after all...”

Under their gaze, he looked at the old man who spoke earlier and cupped his hands, ”I trouble the White Mountain Monarch to personally go to the small wild mountains in the Southern Border and drive some immature Qi Cultivation Realm demons over here.”

”When the time comes, let those little demons charge across Hidden Dragon Mountain to harass the Shen Family’s city walls.”

”This move fulfills the wishes of Fushan Country and tests the Shen Family’s open strength.”

”More importantly, some loose cultivators in the wilderness won’t be lamented if they die.”

Wushi Ao treats these demon cultivators from Great Witch Mountain as fools, wanting them to exhaust the Shen Family’s strength and test their methods.

These few demon cultivators are no fools; they definitely won’t charge at the Shen Family mindlessly just for a few gifts.

The demon cultivators are not the sharpest, but the people in this courtyard, especially ”Commander Lan,” have cultivated for hundreds of years, reaching the Realm of Perfection in Fetal Breathing, with wisdom far beyond the average muddle-headed little demon.

”Aren’t you afraid that the benefits will all be taken by Fushan Country, Brother Lan?”

A small, black, lean old man wearing a tattered felt hat opened his mouth after pondering for a moment.

Commander Lan’s gaze deepened as he looked in the direction of the Shen Family and smiled faintly, ”If they want to take them, let them try, if Fushan Country dares.”

”Should we inform the Aunt?”

The dignified old man was still somewhat hesitant and, after pondering for a moment, spoke again.

The ”Aunt” he referred to was the Celestial Fox Demon King.

”No need. The Aunt has already given instructions for us to be cautious and not to act rashly.”

”This matter shall be arranged as it is for now. Afterwards, I will personally visit the Shen Family and Luoxia Mountain to discuss some matters with them.”

The dignified old man stood up quietly, not saying anything further, and said, ”Then I shall return now. Farewell, everyone.”

As soon as his voice fell, his figure turned into a demon wind and dissipated in the courtyard.

...

In the direction of Hidden Dragon Mountain, Shen Wen’an flew over on a sword, his gaze sweeping downward, his heart stirring suddenly, and he dove down.

Below, the forest was filled with poisonous miasma.

Numerous semi-transformed demon beasts in tattered armor and cloth, wielding swords, spears, halberds, and forks, were wandering aimlessly around the miasma’s perimeter.

When a figure suddenly appeared before them, the previously lazy demon beasts were taken aback and then charged forward.

Seeing this, Shen Wen’an slowly raised his sword point.

The next moment, a large number of blue Sword Qi appeared behind him!

These Sword Qi condensed directly into the shape of long swords. With a point of his sword, those long swords flew forth, charging at the advancing demon beasts!

Most of the little demons surrounding the miasma were of the Qi Cultivation Realm, with only a dozen or so barely reaching the Early Stage of Fetal Breathing.

Faced with the present Shen Wen’an, they were only to be slaughtered!

In a brief encounter, dozens of demon beasts were instantly slaughtered, and those that had yet to advance were directly frightened, halting abruptly, then fled in terror.

Having dealt with these demon beasts, Shen Wen’an looked at the miasma and said calmly, voice condensed into Qi.

”Giant Centipede, are you still alive?”

His voice pierced through the dense miasma, flying toward the depths of the Poisonous Miasma Forest.

A moment later, a ”rustling” sound came from the miasma before him.

The Centipede Leader’s huge head slowly emerged from the miasma.

”Is it really you?”

Seeing Shen Wen’an, the Centipede Leader was obviously surprised and very pleased.

Back in the day, it was forced to pledge loyalty to the Shen Family due to Shen Wen’an’s power.

Before the Southern Border invasion, the Shen Family had withdrawn the mountain cultivators and clan soldiers back to Yunshui City and had sent someone to find it, hoping it would retreat with them.

However, because the treasure it had guarded for hundreds of years still had one last poisonous leaf to mature, it refused.

Shen Wen’an surveyed it, noticing its weak aura, and furrowed his brow, ”When the Shen Family’s cultivators retreated, why didn’t you leave with them?”

The Centipede Leader’s compound eyes flickered with a trace of awkwardness, twisting its body without speaking.

”Are you injured?”

”Come out and let me see.”

Shen Wen’an spoke again.

The creature cautiously crawled out of the miasma, with wounds from various techniques covering its multi-zhang-long body. The hard carapace on its back had several large holes oozing dark green blood.

Its legs on both sides had several blades directly cut off, looking quite humorous.

”It was a Pig Demon in the Middle Stage of Fetal Breathing and a giant spider at the Early Stage of Fetal Breathing who did it...”

”I... I also bit off one of that giant spider’s legs!”

As if trying to recover some dignity, the Centipede Leader hurriedly declared its achievements.

Though judging from its dodgy gaze, one could tell the truth of the matter.

”You’re risking your life just for that one poison leaf?”

Shen Wen’an frowned.

He knew the Centipede Leader was unwilling to leave, undoubtedly because of that Poisonous Grass in the miasma.

”That treasure I’ve guarded for two hundred years; now there’s just one leaf left.”

”I... I can feel, when that last leaf matures, consuming the entire treasure, I will gain immense benefits!”

The Centipede Leader quickly stated.