Volume 3: The Demon Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 106: Demons Trampling the Golden Summit
Snow was falling and the cold wind was howling.
On the steep white mountain path, two figures suddenly appeared from the frost knives and snow swords and climbed up the stairs.
The visitors were a man and a woman. The man was wearing a black robe and holding an umbrella, with a knife and a sword on his shoulder, and a grey sable coat on the outside. He had a straight back and his steps seemed to rise and fall slowly, but when his body swayed slightly, he had already rushed over two dozen feet away.
As for the woman, she was dressed like someone from the Miao area, with a lot of silver ornaments on her body and many rings and pendants that jingled constantly, as pleasant as wind chimes. Her steps were also incredibly fast, bringing gusts of fragrant wind wherever she passed.
The two people are naturally Li Muchan and the Goddess of Bliss.
Now that the evil cult is advancing eastwards and a catastrophe is about to occur, the cult leader has erected a "green jade magic wand" on the "Emei Golden Summit".
This staff is a symbol of the leader's identity and is also the "treasure of the cult". It was brought and has been passed down from generation to generation by every cult leader.
If this staff comes out, all demons will bow their heads.
If you have this staff in your hand, you can order all the demon sects such as the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, the Seven Caves and the Nine Netherworlds to come and pay homage to you.
Compared to the Azure Dragon Society, the power of the Demon Cult is equally ancient. People like Dao Twelve have been dormant in the Central Plains, waiting for an opportunity. Some have even kept their identities secret for decades, and some have even started a family and established a sect.
However, no matter how they change, they can never change their identity as disciples of the Demon Cult.
This staff is used to command the demons lurking in all directions. If they do not come, it will mean apostasy. When the demons move eastward, no one will be left alive.
Li Muchan was already climbing the mountain. Frost and snow were flying along the way, and the mountain road was slippery and narrow. On one side of the thousand-foot cliff, a cold wind was blowing against the current, like a steel knife scraping the bones, causing unbearable pain.
Along the way, you can still see some traces of fighting.
Who could have thought that the Emei Sword Sect, which was once so famous in the martial arts world, would now have its leader killed, its sect gate lost, and the remaining disciples either dead or fled. Only a handful of people were left, who gathered together with the other four sects, Huashan, Kongtong, and luckily survived.
The two of them said nothing along the way and left very quickly.
But when he arrived at the "Yuye Spring", Li Muchan found a person sitting on a large bluestone next to the spring mouth.
A handsome young man with bright clothes, a pearl crown and a handsome face.
This man was in high spirits and handsome, with an exquisite sword hanging on a jade belt around his waist, and the scabbard was decorated with pearls and gems.
But this man did not draw his sword. Instead, he was sharpening a knife. He lowered his head and sharpened a three-inch long flying knife.
There was a gurgling spring between the cracks in the rocks nearby, emitting warmth even in this icy and snowy world.
The young man was cleaning the blade that seemed to have been refined by silver light. Behind him lay the bodies of two disciples of the Demon Sect, both of whom had been killed by a single blow.
Seeing the flying knives, Li Muchan and Jile Tiannv both stared at them. After all, the few flying knives that were famous in the martial arts world were all a little unusual, especially the most famous one. Everyone would be wary and moved.
Fortunately, this person’s surname is obviously not Li, nor Ye, nor Xiao.
But since he dared to explore the Demon Cult's base alone, it was enough to prove that he was an expert.
Li Muchan did not stop walking, and said softly without any fireworks: "Get out!"
The young man raised his head with a smile, his blue shirt fluttering in the wind. He looked at Li Muchan with interest, and his eyes brightened: "Hey, we've caught a big fish."
Although he had a smile on his face, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and the flying knife in his hand suddenly disappeared.
Looking again, there was an extra ray of light in front of Li Muchan.
Unfortunately, the inch-long blade neither took the life nor injured the enemy, but was blocked by a piece of umbrella handle.
Li Muchan moved the umbrella handle forward expressionlessly, then suddenly raised his eyebrows.
But behind the knife light, there was another sword light following closely.
The man raised his hand and swung a series of quick sword strikes. The sword light moved quickly and continuously, as if it had blocked the wind and snow in the sky from the sword force.
Seeing this fierce and fast sword, Li Muchan moved around, exclaimed softly, and suddenly said, "It turns out to be the third young master of the Ding family."
The goddess of bliss reacted: "He is Ding Lingzhong?"
"So what?" The young man smiled as he spoke with a sharper sword. "You are the Ghost Prince? Prepare to die."
It turns out that this person is Ding Linglin's cousin and Ye Kai's half-brother. He is the son of the former "Fairy Baiyun" Ding Baiyun and Bai Tianyu, and has exchanged identities with Lu Xiaojia since childhood.
And this Ding Baiyun was one of the masterminds who teamed up with Ma Kongqun, the leader of the Wanmadao, to assassinate Bai Tianyu at the Meihua An.
As Li Muchan turned around, a shadow appeared beside him: "Aren't you going to retire from the martial arts world? Why are you still hanging around?"
Ding Lingzhong stabbed dozens of times with his sword, but every time his sword missed the target. He couldn't help feeling shocked and suspicious.
Li Muchan suddenly raised his chin and said, "Mr. Ding, please look around."
When Ding Lingzhong heard the sound, his face suddenly darkened. He saw several figures of different heights standing in the wind and snow on all sides. They were obviously the members of the Demon Cult.
Ding Lingzhong rolled his eyes and spat, "Bah, what ghost master, what's the point of using numbers to bully the few? If you have the guts, let's fight alone."
"There will be a chance." Li Muchan smiled, turned around and said to the members of the Demon Cult: "Treat him well."
After saying that, without even looking at Ding Lingzhong who had an unhappy expression on his face, he walked away with the Goddess of Bliss.
"Li Muchan, don't run. You are not a hero at all," Ding Lingzhong was very angry behind him, but he quickly changed the subject, "Forget it, I'll run."
This person came to get information.
The goddess of bliss glanced at somewhere behind her: "Ding Lingzhong is not the only one coming."
Li Muchan said nonchalantly, "It's probably some half-dead old bone. After all, this person has a special identity, so it's not surprising that his mother suddenly jumped out."
"Ding Baiyun?" The goddess of bliss was shocked. "She is the most cruel and vicious woman in the world."
The reason why she said this was because this person cut off Bai Tianyu's head after his death and used it to drink. Not only was he cruel to others, he was even crueler to himself. He also cut dozens of knives on her beautiful face, making her life worse than death, and she was tormented by hatred day and night.
Li Muchan said calmly, "Bai Tianyu was a hero in his lifetime, but he never dreamed that he, who was invincible in the world, would die without a burial place because of his romantic debts. He also underestimated this woman in the martial arts world."
The goddess of bliss threw a coquettish glance and teased, "I heard that you and the leader of the Money Gang are already married. Now that you are with me, aren't you afraid of becoming the next Bai Tianyu? After all, women are the most easily jealous."
Li Muchan glanced at her and gave her a creepy smile: "Then you better be careful, because you might be the first to die. No, if you fall into her hands, you probably won't die, you will just live a life worse than death."
The smile of the Goddess of Bliss froze. Thinking of the dominance and power displayed by Shangguan Xiaoxian in the inn that day, as well as the unfathomable martial arts, she couldn't help but reveal a look of deep fear on her face.
"My Gu King has been fed with hundreds of poisons since childhood. The poison is so strong that one bite is enough to knock down four or five hundred strong and vigorous heroes, and they will definitely die. She is actually still alive and well. She is really amazing."
"She is very powerful," Li Muchan did not deny what Ji Le Tian Nu said, his eyes darkened, "However, I have already found a tomb for her, and there will be a conclusion sooner or later."
The two of them talked as they walked, and walked a little further.
The Ten Thousand Buddha Peak is the most magnificent peak in the entire Mount Emei, followed by the Golden Peak, and then the Thousand Buddha Peak.
The higher we go, the more people we see along the way.
These people were meditating on the snow. Some were dressed in Central Plains clothing, some were dressed in foreign clothes. There were both Hu people and Yi women. Some had blonde hair and blue eyes, some had rosy cheeks and snow-white skin, and there were also Kunlun slaves with bodies as black as coal, protruding foreheads and wide mouths. Each one looked more strange and rare than the other.
Seeing the two of them, a group of people looked over at them.
"The Master is finally here!"
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from the wind and snow.
On top of a stone Buddha, an old lama in red opened his eyes from his meditation. It was the great elder of the demon cult.
As soon as this man opened his mouth, the demons that were originally surrounding him were all startled.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "It was snowing so heavily that we were delayed on the way here."
The Great Elder jumped down from the Buddha's head with his hands behind his back and said gently, "It's okay. The demon disciples haven't arrived yet and it's still early. This is a good opportunity to take you to meet the people of the Holy Church and discuss the matters of the eastward advance. Please come in, young master!"
Seeing the Great Elder being so polite, Li Muchan couldn't help but sigh a lot. It was no accident that this man could serve as a senior minister of the Demon Cult for three dynasties and had such status and power today.
As the group went further up, they saw more demons along the mountain path.
Moreover, the higher they go, the stronger the aura of these people becomes. Each one of them either has a long and deep internal energy, or has a strong and sturdy physique, and has practiced extremely advanced external martial arts.
The Great Elder said, "These are just the vanguards heading east. There are still tens of thousands of demons coming from the west."
Li Muchan's eyelids jumped: "Tens of thousands?"
The Great Elder nodded and responded: "Yes, this time we must wash away the previous shame and pacify the Central Plains."
