Chapter 131: Return to Canglan, Planning for Light

"Twenty years from now, the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons will open. I wonder if we can hold out until then." At this moment, He Wu's eyes carried a hint of reminiscence.

"With the soul artifact left by our master, what is there for the Lord to fear?" Ling Yayi, also known as Nangong Dagou, replied nonchalantly as usual.

"But... the Lord has under his command ten thousand Supremes from the Ten Thousand Demons Realm." He Wu swallowed as he said this.

Ten thousand Supremes—a terrifying number just to think about.

The total number of Supremes in the entire Liufeng Realm didn't even come close to this. Not to mention, the strength of the Northern Lands surpassed that of the Southern Lands.

They couldn't hold out for long here.

Ling Yayi's expression also turned serious upon hearing this: "In twenty years, our master will come here. I don’t know... Sigh, although I wish to see our master, I still hope he does not come."

The Blood Lord was powerful, divine by nature.

Given enough time, our master might surpass the Lord who possesses the Destiny Tablet.

However, that Lord was unscrupulous, colluding with the Ten Thousand Demons Realm, amassing nearly ten thousand Supremes under his command.

How can we fight this? If ten thousand Supremes attacked simultaneously, even the White Emperor would perish! Our master is strong, but not that strong.

Although our master’s innate divine abilities are known as the Supreme Slayer.

When his divine abilities are unleashed, the heart demons of the Supremes in the Liufeng Realm burst out, unable to resist.

But those ten thousand Supremes are from the Ten Thousand Demons Realm.

Our master’s innate divine abilities cannot kill them instantly.

"Palace Master Tianxin, do you wish for our master to come?" Ling Yayi looked at Ning Tao.

If there was anyone in this world whom our master cared for, it would be Ning Tao.

Ling Yayi no longer hoped that our master remembered his name.

Even if remembered, it would be Ling Yayi, not Nangong Dagou.

He Wu also looked at Ning Tao.

Ning Tao held a blood-red longsword, her eyes clear: "I both hope and do not hope."

The canary might hope, but she does not.

Meanwhile, deep within the fortress.

Baize sat at the bottom, his body like glass, translucent and flawless.

Countless scenes from the Ten Thousand Demons Mirror flashed in his mind, a look of pain in his eyes, with a wisp of black energy silently rising.

At this moment, the Lotus of Heartlessness emitted a faint glow, dispelling the black energy on his forehead.

Baize’s eyes revealed a trace of clarity: "Stop thinking about this. The urgent matter... is to first solve the crisis of the Ten Thousand Demons Realm and Shang Yanran."

After about ten breaths, a Grand Supreme entered: "White Emperor, recently, the Lord's attacks have weakened, besieging but not attacking. What could this mean?"

Mentioning this, the Grand Supreme looked worried, unsure if this was good or bad.

Besieging without attacking meant they were safe for now, with no one injured or dead from battle.

But if the Lord launched a full attack, it would be a devastating blow, likely unstoppable by anyone here, dooming the Liufeng Realm.

Baize’s eyes flickered before he finally sighed helplessly: "Does she... want to wait for our master?"

Twenty years later, the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons will open.

Our master will certainly enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

"Yanran... Killing won’t solve the demonic infestation." Baize sighed softly.

After the Buddha became a demon, the great demon was imprisoned in the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

However, people’s hearts harbored more demonic seeds.

As the demonic seeds grew, the world would descend into madness.

Once they reached a certain number, all beings in the Liufeng Realm would have no way to survive.

In his view, Shang Yanran went to the Northern Lands to start the North-South War to eliminate the demonic seeds through killing.

He did not support it, but could not stop it.

He always believed that killing could not solve the demonic infestation.

There must be a better solution.

"Master... it’s better not to enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons."

...

In the Ten Thousand Demons Palace within the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

Shang Yanran wore a plain white robe, her eyes narrowed with a faint smile.

The Supremes in the palace were trembling with fear.

"Please punish me, Lord. It was my fault for not guarding the Ten Thousand Demons Mirror, letting the White Emperor take it!" The Grand Supreme with purple eyes knelt on the ground, trembling.

The Ten Thousand Demons Mirror was one of Shang Yanran's treasures.

"Hehe..." Shang Yanran laughed, making the Grand Supreme even more terrified, "What fault do you have? If I hadn’t let him get the Ten Thousand Demons Mirror on purpose, how could he have taken it?"

The Grand Supreme was stunned but still kept his head down, not daring to speak.

Shang Yanran waved her hand impatiently, and the Grand Supreme quickly got up, sighing in relief as he left.

In the vast palace, only Shang Yanran remained.

Her eyes showed a mixture of a smile and a cry.

She muttered to herself, looking somewhat resentful: "Husband, in the illusion, it was our whole life."

Resentment turned into madness.

"Why, when I was with you through killing and death, did you wake up and want to kill me?"

"Why... wouldn’t you let me see your treasures?"

"Is it you enlightening me, or me... obtaining you?"

A flash of greed appeared deep in Shang Yanran's eyes.

Baize is the Buddha, the great demon! And she... is the demoness, and being a demoness is just one of her identities.

Back then, when Qiyuan entered the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, he fell into the illusion, which was the life after life of the great demon.

But it was Qiyuan playing the role.

Qiyuan was in the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, and the canary was in the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

In the past, she accompanied the great demon through life after life causing havoc in the world. When the great demon woke up, he wanted to kill her.

Her plans turned into nothing.

"Great Sun Bright Buddha!"

"Great Sun Golden Lotus!"

The greed in Shang Yanran’s eyes grew stronger.

The Great Sun Golden Lotus was the relic left by the Great Sun Bright Buddha upon passing.

If she obtained the Great Sun Golden Lotus, her true form would be molded into a flawless golden body.

This golden body would be indestructible and invincible.

Once she achieved it, she could devour the dragon as a python, and the Liufeng Realm, which she had plotted for years, would become her playground.

"For the sake of this world, give me the Great Sun Golden Lotus!"

...

In Wugui City.

Qiyuan sat there.

The broken sword in his hand continuously reaped demonic seeds.

A look of helplessness appeared in his eyes: "It’s easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but hard the other way around. What kind of garbage demonic seeds are these now?"

Currently, the demonic seeds on the conveyor belt were not even Supremes.

There were only land myths, with some national guardians among them.

This made Qiyuan, who was used to luxury, somewhat uncomfortable.

After complaining, Qiyuan shook his hand, and an ancient stone tablet fell into his hand.

This stone tablet was a fragment of the Destiny Tablet, also known as the Deception Tablet.

"The fragment of the Destiny Tablet, its spirit has fallen, buried in the hands of the Buddha."

Every day, Qiyuan would take out the Destiny Tablet to see if he could get any useful information.

Unexpectedly, today’s information surprised him.

"Does the Destiny Tablet have a spirit?" Qiyuan pondered, "Where is it now?"

Qiyuan didn't have much interaction with the Destiny Tablet.

But there were a few encounters.

"Are you the one stirring up trouble?"

Qiyuan's gaze was deep.

There were still twenty years until the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons opened.

Guarding Wugui City was almost foolproof.

Twenty years in Canglan Realm would be two days; he could log off once.

Of course, things had to be handled properly before logging off.

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After all, the enemy has ten thousand Supremes, and the Blood Palace has only thirty thousand Supremes. I don't feel secure." Qiyuan felt insecure.

It was like when he was in Shinguang Sect, oppressed by the powerful Bright Palace.

He shivered, unable to sleep at night.

He needed to create more Supremes for security.

"Big brother, the task you assigned is done!" Chen Huan walked in, his face excited.

This time, after Qiyuan returned from the White Emperor Palace, he officially became the first overlord of the Liufeng Realm, the Blood Lord.

This time, Chen Huan issued the Blood Order as per Qiyuan's instructions! He announced to the world that the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons had demons invading, and anyone with land myth power could come to Wugui City, listen to the Blood Lord's teachings, become Supremes, protect the Liufeng Realm, and fight in the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons!

"How many do you think will come to my Blood Palace?" Qiyuan asked.

"Probably, at least fifty to sixty thousand," Chen Huan guessed conservatively.

There were countless land myths in the Liufeng Realm.

There were so many, ridiculously many.

Far more than a realm like the Liufeng Realm should have.

"Fifty to sixty thousand, barely enough to gather an army of one hundred thousand." Qiyuan muttered, "I hope I don’t make a fool of myself like the War God of Ming."

If that happened, he would be disgraced.

Chen Huan listened to Qiyuan's incomprehensible words, smiling foolishly.

One hundred thousand Supremes? He never dared to imagine! What kind of scene would that be?

"Big brother, let me be a Grand Marshal in the battle against the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons. I want my name in history too!"

"No problem." Qiyuan nodded.

These were minor issues.

People, after all, have a bit of vanity.

Chen Huan was excited: "This battle will be victorious, and we will drive the Ten Thousand Demons out!"

Hearing this, Qiyuan suddenly tensed up: "This is bad!"

"Big brother, what’s wrong?" Chen Huan also got anxious.

"If I remember correctly, wasn’t there a Supreme named Wang Zhen during my last lecture?"

"It seems so... Big brother, is there a problem with him?" Chen Huan quickly asked.

"Don't let him go to this battle." Qiyuan's face turned serious.

"...Is he a spy?" Killing intent flashed in Chen Huan's eyes.

"No, his name is unlucky." Qiyuan said, "If Wang Zhen is there, won't I really become the War God of Ming?"

Chen Huan: "..."

I've tried my best, but I still can’t keep up with big brother's thinking. Qiyuan thought his decision was wise.

On Blue Star, the War God of Ming, Zhu Qizhen, under the instigation of Wang Zhen, the chief eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial, led an army of 200,000 in a personal expedition, only to be defeated by an army of 30,000, capturing Emperor Zhu Qizhen. This was known as the Tumu Fortress Incident.

He was now attacking the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, how similar was this?

"Anyone named Wang Zhen won't be allowed to set off with our army!" Chen Huan said.

Qiyuan looked approvingly at Chen Huan: "You understand me."

Chen Huan immediately beamed.

Now, he no longer wanted to call Qiyuan his foster father, calling him big brother was better.

After all, no one dared to call Qiyuan big brother in the Blood Palace now; they all wanted to call him foster father, godfather.

Even the senior White Crane, whom Chen Huan once had to look up to, was now lower in rank than him.

"I'm logging off now, I have a big task to do. Remember to recruit more land myths!" Qiyuan's face turned serious again.

He had a feeling this game was about to end.

He would face the terrifying Bright Palace head-on.

He had to keep implementing his plan continuously; only then could he barely contend with the Bright Palace.

Unfortunately, he couldn't take people from the Liufeng Realm with him. Otherwise, he would bring his thousand-man suona team, block the gate of the Bright Palace, and play suona every day until they were all gone!

With Xiao Jia, Qiyuan found a place, dug a big hole, and jumped in with Xiao Jia.

When the scene changed, Qiyuan was back in his familiar wooden house.

In his mind, countless memories and images flooded in like a tidal wave.

Qiyuan had a headache.

"Forget!"

He immediately used his innate divine ability, the Great Forgetfulness Sutra.

Those memories calmed down, and his headache improved a lot.

"The Great Forgetfulness Sutra is truly a good thing. If I return to Blue Star, I could be the best doctor in the world, earning millions a month, marrying a rich and beautiful woman, and reaching the peak of life."

Using it on Alzheimer's patients would make them forget they had Alzheimer's, and they'd be normal again.

This was simply a magical cure.

"Indeed, the innate divine ability I comprehended is still here."

"That soul artifact..."

Qiyuan felt something.

If he wanted, he could summon the blood-red longsword engraved with the Heart Demon Lure of the Void Lord.

But now, the people of the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons still needed that sword to fight the enemy, so he naturally wouldn't do that.

Forgetting the things in the game, Qiyuan began to seriously plan against the Bright Palace.

"In the game, I learned a move: posting to smear the Bright Palace!" Back then, the Purple Heaven Immortal continuously smeared him, calling him the great demon. He killed the Purple Heaven Immortal and learned the art of smearing.

"I need to post in the Shenhua Guild, but I don't have a secondary account." Qiyuan was very cautious.

Posting to insult others couldn't be done with the main account; if discovered, he would be finished.

Secondary account?

He didn’t have one!

"Junior sister, help!" Qiyuan shouted, running out of the wooden house.

In the thatched hut, Jiang Lingsu opened her eyes, looking helpless: "Senior brother, what’s wrong?"

"Junior sister, do you have any secondary accounts for the Shenhua Guild? I need them urgently!" Qiyuan said anxiously.

Jiang Lingsu looked at Qiyuan: "Speak clearly!"

She didn’t understand what senior brother was saying.

"Secondary accounts!" Qiyuan explained repeatedly. After dozens of breaths, Jiang Lingsu finally understood what Qiyuan meant.

"Why do you need... secondary accounts?" Jiang Lingsu asked, then added, "Forget it, I won’t ask. I can give you some accounts.

But... these accounts aren’t cheap, how will you repay me?"

Qiyuan was overjoyed: "Junior sister, you are truly a living Bodhisattva who rescues the suffering."

Junior sister was a golden thigh, always there to help.

"How about I renovate your thatched hut, making it high-end and upscale like my wooden house?" Qiyuan pondered seriously.

Jiang Lingsu twitched her mouth: "Anything else?"

Qiyuan whispered, "I have an insider tip for you."

Insider tips in the previous life’s stock market were illegal.

Qiyuan was cautious.

"What tip?" Jiang Lingsu was interested.

"The Bright Palace... is doomed!" Qiyuan whispered.

"Huh?" Jiang Lingsu was stunned.

"A peerless genius is about to strike against the Bright Palace. The Bright Palace won’t last three months.

Now, quickly borrow a large amount of spiritual stones from the Bright Palace. It’s a sure win.

I know some big shots who borrowed tens of thousands of spiritual stones from the Bright Palace." Qiyuan used the Ice Mountain Tyrant as a front.

"Is it true?" Jiang Lingsu was surprised.

How come she had no information about this?

"It’s absolutely true. If I’m lying, I’m a dog!" Qiyuan said seriously.

"Then I’ll believe you this time, and go borrow tens of thousands of spiritual stones as pocket money." Jiang Lingsu said casually.

Hearing this, Qiyuan couldn’t hold back: "Junior sister, why don’t you invest in me?"

Tens of thousands of spiritual stones as pocket money.

Qiyuan instantly understood why Daozi always went through the trash.

Junior sister’s trash pile was richer than his home.

How could people be so different? Getting a few secondary account jade slips from Jiang Lingsu, Qiyuan felt proud.

"I need to create some powerful alternate identities!"

"Each one will insult the Bright Palace, putting pressure on them!"

Qiyuan thought as he registered several secondary accounts.

He also pondered appropriate alternate identities.

Seven Desires Demon Lord, Blood-Clad Sword God, Crazy Taoist...

"Crazy Taoist doesn’t fit my style, but I need to create some accounts that don’t fit my style, so they won’t suspect me."

Qiyuan praised his own cleverness.

Using the Blood-Clad Sword God account, he entered the Shenhua Guild’s forum.

"Wow, why are there so many shocking titles?"

The first time he entered the forum, the post titles were all proper and formal. Now, they all started with shocking.

Qiyuan was tempted to click on those posts to see what had happened.

But he remembered he had serious business and couldn’t browse posts.

He pondered, then posted his first message.

"Sword God Returns Home, Daughter Lives in a Doghouse, the Bright Palace is Outrageous!"

"I am the Blood-Clad Sword God, who once fought for the Cangyun Continent, protecting its land with blood and sweat.

A month ago, my communication jade slip rang. When I answered, I heard my daughter’s aggrieved crying!

...

When I got home, I found my beloved daughter living in a doghouse!

And the culprit was the Bright Palace!

They started the Hundred Nations Blood War, bullying civilians, occupying my cave dwelling. I, the Blood-Clad Sword God, who bled and sweated for the Cangyun Continent, had my daughter living in a doghouse!

I, the Blood-Clad Sword God, will seek justice!"

Qiyuan quickly logged into another secondary account to boost his post.

"The Bright Palace is wicked. I am a wandering cultivator in the Hundred Nations, though called the Seven Desires Demon Lord, I am kind-hearted and don’t even kill chickens. I have a flock of stray chickens.

This time, the special envoy of the Bright Palace came to my country, took a fancy to my chickens, and snatched them to cook and eat.

They didn’t take my chickens, they took my family!"

Qiyuan re-read the post he wrote, feeling more and more satisfied.

He felt his literary talent was exceptional. If he returned to Blue Star, he could become the editor-in-chief of the People’s Daily.

"I need to speed things up."

Qiyuan thought, deciding to use the power of the Four Kings of Shenhua to boost his post.