Chapter 109: 105: The Forest Fairy and White Deer Demon King! (Please Subscribe)

Before they arrived, a large volley of arrows pierced the air, screeching as they materialized in front of Su Heng.

Su Heng stretched out his hand and pushed forward, controlling the forcefield once more to form an invisible wall that firmly blocked the arrows, suspending them midair.

Whiz whiz whiz!

The direction of the arrows reversed, shooting out at an even faster speed. Sёarᴄh the NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The chests of the oncoming riders burst open with large holes.

With the forcefield's enhancement, a single arrow often penetrated the bodies of two to three people before its energy gradually dissipated.

It was just a momentary encounter, yet four or five dozen demon servitors perished.

They didn't even get a chance to get a clear look at Su Heng's face.

"The Wolf King's talent for controlling forcefields is truly formidable, able to crush the enemy from afar without lifting a finger," Su Heng thought, continuing forward with a leisurely stride.

He walked over a large number of corpses.

Among these corpses were demon servitors similar to the previously encountered pig demons and wolf demons.

But most were pure-blooded humans who practiced sorcery, who for their own selfish desires, betrayed their own kind and sold their lives to demons.

Su Heng continued forward, entering the village.

Swish swish!

Among the swirling grey and white mists, two figures appeared before Su Heng.

To the left, the figure of a middle-aged man stood tall and large, his 2.5-meter stature barely less than Su Heng's but lacking the exaggerated muscle dimensions. He wore leather trousers on his lower half, while his upper body remained bare. His muscles bore rough, stone-like textures, giving an impression of formidable solidity.

The other was a ghastly old man, thin as though skin wrapped around bones, emitting substantial black smoke from his body. He held a long sword shaped like a walking stick in his hand, his pupils pale white, and was staring intently at Su Heng with a sneering laugh.

"Lu Gaoxuan, Gui Shiqi?" Su Heng recognized the origins of the two men.

The former, a fugitive from Jialin County, was once an inner sect disciple of the Jiangzhou Boulder Gate. For committing unforgivable acts of slaughter, he was expelled from his sect and then fled all the way to Baihua County under the protection of the White Deer Demon King.

The latter, Gui Shiqi, was even more detestable.

This man was once an elder of the Demon Suppression Bureau. Because of a dispute over resources and being too anxious in practice, he encountered a deviation. To restore himself to his peak, or even to surpass it, he did not hesitate to betray his friends who had lived together for decades.

Taking advantage of a visit from one of his friends to comfort him, he attacked and murdered him, severing his head as a bargaining chip to defect to the White Deer Demon King.

This man committed a great sin and was wanted by the Demon Suppression Bureau, with even several Deputy Governors personally seeking to apprehend him.

Unfortunately, Gui Shiqi was too cautious, and with the protection of the White Deer Demon King.

It had been over thirty years since the incident occurred, and Gui Shiqi was still alive and well, with his strength having evidently improved!

"But... to become something neither human nor ghost for the sake of power, is it really worth it?" Su Heng sighed.

There was no anger on his face, just pure curiosity, wanting to know the answer.

"Of course it's worth it!" Gui Shiqi sneered, "You're so young and already so powerful, you must be one of those geniuses I hate the most. How could someone like you understand the hardships of cultivation for us mediocre people, how much it costs us to move forward one step!"

"For power, I would give anything!" Gui Shiqi roared, as if the black smoke around him was ablaze.

"Why waste so much talk on him!" Lu Gaoxuan said impatiently from the side, "Hurry up and put him down, take his head, and settle it with the White Deer Demon King!"

"Kiddo, you really don't know the danger of a tiger, being so young and fearless."

Lu Gaoxuan snickered coldly, "Even Li Daoxuan wouldn't dare to barge into a Demon King's territory alone."

In the midst of conversation, Lu Gaoxuan took a large step forward.

His body swelled, his leather pants shredding inch by inch, his muscles wildly inflated, turning a grayish white that was primitive and hard. In the blink of an eye, he had grown to over three meters high. His entire silhouette was sharply defined with clear edges and angles, at a glance looking like a giant composed of rocks.

"Die!" Lu Gaoxuan bellowed with a fierce laugh, spreading his arms wide to embrace and crush Su Heng within.

Meanwhile, Gui Shiqi also sneered, raising his pitch-black long sword and thrusting it fiercely forward.

The two were more than ten meters apart.

Gui Shiqi's thrust seemed unremarkable, without any powerful sword Qi whistling through the air.

But Su Heng's brows furrowed slightly, his face revealing a keenly interested expression. In his eyes, the threat of that single thrust was even greater than the over three-meter-high rock giant before him. This was because the attack directly ignored distance, striking at the spirit.

In front of Su Heng, the lush green grass, the dense trees, and the vast stretches of stream pebbles and more, all lost their color.

They turned to grayscale, and the whole world seemed frozen in time.

In his perception, the only one capable of action was Gui Shiqi.

His body burned with pitch-black fiendish flames as mournful, pale specters screamed and twisted out of the blaze, rushing toward Su Heng with claws bared. Icy cold hands with sharp black nails wrapped around Su Heng's body, desperately trying to drag him into the abyss.

"Interesting…" Su Heng sneered with a twisted smile.

In the black-and-white world, his eyes slowly turned blood-red.

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In the deep gorge within the territory of the White Deer Demon King, just behind a huge banyan tree.

This place unexpectedly revealed a tranquil and serene pond surrounded by lush grasslands blooming with flowers of various colors, with dense vegetation on both sides casting shadows. And within those shadows twinkled dots of light—gorgeously enchanting, like a scene from a fairy tale dream.

Under a massive willow tree by the lakeside.

The White Deer Demon King gently raised her teacup, into which a green leaf fell, rippling the surface.

She seemed unfazed, lightly sipping the tea before setting the cup back down.

At first glance, the White Deer Demon King resembled a young girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate pale skin and a graceful figure. Beneath her emerald-colored hair were elfin, pointed ears. Clad only in armor that covered her chest, much of her soft, fair skin was exposed, gleaming subtly.

Following the contours of her body downward, where one would expect legs to be, there was instead the lower half of a giant white deer.

The pure white fur bore pale green patterns symbolic of nature and vitality. Her limbs were coiled comfortably, half-kneeling on the soft grass. Several yellow birds perched on the Demon King's shoulders, chirping away and preening their feathers. The Demon King paid them no heed, her beautiful, clear green eyes fixed on the long-robed man before her.

The man wore a green robe, with an elegant and cultured demeanor. A long beard adorned his chin, and his eyes revealed a profound luminescence.

If one were to judge by his aura, he seemed to be in his forties.

With the mature stability characteristic of middle age.

Yet there were no signs of aging on his face or body. The aura he exuded was deep and imposing, unfathomably profound.

To merit such a solemn reception from the mighty Demon King, this man's strength was certainly extraordinary.

And indeed, it was exactly so.

This middle-aged man in a green robe was none other than Song Zhao Yuan, the Family Head of the Song Family, which ranked second in strength in Baihua County, just behind the Hong Family.

"The tea is of a pure, bright yellow, deliciously sweet and enduring on the lips. The Nine-Turn Tea cultivated by the White Deer Demon King indeed tastes exceptional," Song Zhao Yuan commented lightly after taking a sip. He shook his head, his expression full of admiration, and then placed the teacup down.

"You're not here just to ask me for a cup of tea, are you," the White Deer Demon King said, her eyes narrowing slightly like a cold pond.

Ignoring her lower half.

She was like a fairy of the woods, possessing a beauty that seemed untainted by the mundane world.

"I am here to reach an agreement with the Demon King," Song Zhao Yuan said, his expression growing more serious as they got down to business.

"Are you representing yourself, the Song Family, or the alliance of the six families?" the White Deer Demon King asked with a sneer.

"Of course, the alliance of the six families," Song Zhao Yuan declared, "The echoes of the realm of longevity are deepening, and the number of demons being born is increasing. The coexistence of humans and demons is an unstoppable trend of heaven and earth.

The Demon Suppression Bureau's obstinacy is futile, akin to using a mantis's limbs to block a chariot—we should join forces to completely eradicate it."

The White Deer Demon King still didn't speak, only looking at him with interest, her beautiful eyes trembling slightly.

Song Zhao Yuan knew he had a chance, "Empty promises mean nothing; once the agreement is reached, on behalf of the noble families, I can present two significant gifts to the Demon King."

"Let's hear them," the White Deer Demon King said calmly.

"The first gift is a piece of lightning-struck wood harvested from Breath Swamp. The second gift is an agreement," Song Zhao Yuan said with a smile, "After eradicating the Demon Suppression Bureau, each year, I will provide the Demon King with a thousand boys and girls!"

"Are you serious?" the White Deer Demon King's face could no longer maintain its calm as she gripped the teacup more tightly.

The teacup cracked and shattered, and the bright yellow tea spilled out.

The natural talent of the White Deer Demon King was Life and Death Reincarnation, and an item like lightning-struck wood, containing life within death, was greatly beneficial for her cultivation.

And a thousand boys and girls were even more incredible.

The reason humans could develop intelligence and be known as the spiritual pinnacle of all creatures was because they had a special connection with the realm of longevity at birth. But as time goes by and people grow up, this connection weakens, and people become insensible to it.

Young boys and girls are full of spirit, and to demons and monsters, they are greatly nourishing. Even for a great demon like the White Deer Demon King, such a temptation was irresistible.

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"Indeed, it is true," Song Zhao Yuan said with a smile, "Once the Demon Suppression Bureau is gone, and the noble families control the world, mortals will be but livestock and ants to us. As long as you agree, a thousand boys and girls will be provided every year, and I myself will deliver them to your territory."

The White Deer Demon King pondered for a moment, her excited emotions gradually subsiding.

She had cooperated with the noble families more than once or twice, and their credibility was still guaranteed. Controlling a county together with the noble families seemed like a potentially promising future. The more she thought about it, the more tempted she became. Meanwhile, Song Zhao Yuan was in no rush, merely continuing to pour himself another cup of tea and sipping slowly.

"I..." Just as the White Deer Demon King was about to nod in agreement.

Boom!

At that moment, a loud noise came from outside.



The ground trembled noticeably, leaves fell in a rustle, and the yellow oriole birds on her shoulder flew away, flapping their wings.

The White Deer Demon King was taken aback at first, then a swath of black malignant energy surfaced on her beautiful visage.

"Who!" She reached forward to grasp, and a massive halberd appeared in her hand. The fierce and domineering aura that emerged, in stark contrast to her frail and beautiful appearance, surged powerfully, causing ripples on the grassland.

She stood up abruptly, "Who has the audacity to brave death by intruding into my territory alone!"