Great Sage
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Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2025-03-22 08:23:28 +0000 UTCLuo Xian Sect, main hall.
The five peak masters stared at the scene in the ancient bronze mirror, dumbfounded.
"How many explosive talismans did this brat bury underground? This level of caution is simply ridiculous!" Yun Ding frowned, feeling his worldview had been shaken.
"Just petty tricks, nothing substantial," Yun Qianli scoffed at Han Luo 's methods.
"In the face of true cultivators, such tricks are worthless. No matter how many explosive talismans you plant, an expert only needs a single sword strike to cut through them. True power is the only way to survive in the cultivation world. Relying on external objects for victory will never be a long-term path."
"Qianli is right. If this kid passes the assessment, whoever wants him can take him—I don't want him in my Law Enforcement Hall," Lei Xing said flatly, expressing his firm stance.
"I agree with Lei Xing. We can’t let one rotten apple spoil the bunch. If we let someone like this join Xian Ding Peak, we’d be a laughingstock among other sects," Yun Ding quickly added, supporting Lei Xing's opinion.
"Tch! You two are peak masters, yet you’re stooping to targeting a mere junior? No wonder your cultivation has stagnated for years," Yun Qianli sneered, seizing the opportunity to mock them.
"Oh? If you think so highly of him, why don’t you take him as a disciple? I’d be impressed, Qianli," Yun Ding challenged.
Yun Qianli fell silent.
"Why aren’t you speaking now?" Yun Ding pressed on.
"Yun Ding, if you have the guts, you take him as a disciple first," Yun Qianli retorted, refusing to be baited.
The two were about to start another argument when—
"Alright, enough, both of you," Hong Niang interrupted. "The appearance of a demon cultivator is a bad omen, especially at such a crucial time. This was clearly planned in advance."
"You're right," Yun Ding and Yun Qianli both calmed down.
"Hopefully, the senior brother will capture him alive for questioning. Otherwise, this could become a major problem," Hong Niang said solemnly.
The ancient bronze mirror continued to display the unfolding events.
As the smoke cleared, the anticipated scene of Mo Jiu being blown to pieces did not appear.
Instead, the once-handsome Mo Jiu was gone.
What remained was a demon shrouded in surging demonic energy, with two horns on its head, wings sprouting from its back, and a long tail trailing behind it.
"A true demon bloodline… A royal of the demon race!" Hong Niang's eyes narrowed in surprise.
"The Demon Emperor lineage resides deep within the Demon Realm. Even on the Golden Battlefield, they’re rare. Why would one appear near Luo Xian Sect?" Yun Qianli said, clearly puzzled.
"This is definitely not a coincidence. Lei Xing, send people to investigate. The war between humans and demons has raged for a thousand years, and the World Wall has never been breached. Now a demon suddenly appears deep in the Eastern Region? If necessary, notify the higher-ups and have them send reinforcements," Yun Ding ordered.
"Agreed," Lei Xing nodded and issued a secret command.
In Luo Xian Peak, several black-clad figures disappeared into the night to carry out their mission.
——
"You there, what’s your name?" Mo Jiu’s eyes burned with blood-red flames.
As a member of the Demon Emperor lineage, he possessed the noble True Demon Blood.
His status was no less exalted than that of a True Immortal.
He was one of the last remaining bearers of an ancient bloodline.
Han Luo , looking at Mo Jiu, who had transformed just because he was losing, suddenly blurted out, "Damn, that’s cool!"
Mo Jiu: …
Yun Ding: …
Yun Qianli: …
Lei Xing: …
Hong Niang: …
Wu Dao: …
Onlookers: …
"You, a mere mortal, dared to wound me three times? You are unworthy of a name," Mo Jiu sneered.
He exuded no overt killing intent, yet his mere presence was overwhelmingly terrifying.
That absolute control over the situation… Han Luo couldn't help but feel envious.
"Tch!" Han Luo smirked. "Do you think I’m stupid? If I tell you my name, what happens when I run away and you come back for revenge?"
"You—"
"What? You think you have me cornered? Let me tell you something: I’ve set up thirty-six more explosive talisman formations around us. Each one contains no less than three hundred talismans. If you move even a little, I swear your own grandmother won’t recognize your remains."
Han Luo remained perfectly calm, despite his heart racing at 220 beats per minute.
"Ha! You think I’d fall for that again? Look at this!"
Mo Jiu flapped his wings and soared into the sky.
"Let’s see you try and blow me up now."
He folded his arms, enjoying the look of helplessness on Han Luo ’s face.
Han Luo : …
This is a disaster.
Still…
"Mo Jiu, the elders of Luo Xian Sect are already on their way. Even if you kill me, you won’t escape," Han Luo stalled for time.
He knew the sect elders were watching.
He just needed to hold on until help arrived.
But seriously—ten minutes had already passed, where were the reinforcements?
"Don’t try to stall. If I dared to come here, it means I’m fully prepared. Accept your fate," Mo Jiu declared.
His wings flapped violently, and he shot toward Han Luo like a black meteor.
Seeing this, Han Luo clenched his teeth.
No choice—he had to use his last resort.
In an instant!
A strange rune appeared in the center of his left palm.
The rune was shaped like a black-and-white Taiji diagram.
It flickered in and out of existence.
It seemed to be activating.
Before he could unleash it—
"Whoosh!"
A flaming spear shot through the air, crackling with intense spiritual energy, and crashed directly into Mo Jiu.
"Boom!"
The force of the impact sent Han Luo tumbling backward.
He hit the ground hard, feeling as if his internal organs had been turned upside down. His vision blurred, and he nearly blacked out.
A figure approached from the distance.
It was none other than the round-faced girl—Chi Xiao.
"Such pure fire energy… Interesting," Mo Jiu murmured, unfazed.
Even in his True Demon Form, his body was as tough as a high-grade treasure.
Chi Xiao’s body was wreathed in scarlet-gold flames, her long crimson hair billowing behind her, and her red-feathered battle armor glowing brilliantly.
The sheer strength radiating from her was undeniable.
"Sister, need any help?" Han Luo asked politely, though he was already preparing to run.
"Yes," Chi Xiao replied flatly.
"How should I help?" Han Luo asked cautiously.
"Get lost," Chi Xiao said.
"…"
Han Luo stumbled.
Fine.
Fine.
You’re the boss.
Without hesitation, he turned and ran.
"Little girl, you’ve got guts. You’re a hundred times stronger than that coward," Mo Jiu sneered.
Han Luo , still fleeing, shuddered.
"The hell? Of course I ran! You’re a third-tier demon cultivator using your True Demon Form against a mortal like me! If we were both at the Core Formation stage, you’d have already been blown to pieces by my explosive talismans! Who are you to talk?"
Han Luo grumbled inwardly, his feet moving even faster.
Chi Xiao gripped her flaming spear tightly, exuding the aura of a war goddess.
Although she was only at the second-tier of Qi Refinement, while Mo Jiu was a third-tier demon cultivator, she wasn’t the type to back down.
She was Chi Xiao—not Han Luo .
Even a third-tier Demon Wolf King had failed to gain the upper hand against her.
A mere demon cultivator was nothing to fear.
"I originally planned to join the Golden Army after reaching Foundation Establishment and eradicate you vile demon scum. Since you’re here now, it’s your unlucky day. Be proud—you’ll be the first demon I slay," Chi Xiao declared arrogantly.
Her presence was so commanding that even Mo Jiu felt slightly pressured.
Before he could respond, she charged at him like an unstoppable force of nature.
"What a fiery little lady. I like that. Perfect—I was just looking for a bride. You’ll do nicely."
Mo Jiu’s wings flapped, and he rushed forward to meet her.
