Chapter 86

There is no eternal prosperous family in the world. Moreover, Feixian Island is sufficient to become a holy land of martial arts in the human world. Ruling over this isolated island also brings indescribable joy.

Except for those martial artists who still aspire for immortality, the rest of the people on Feixian Island are not particularly yearning for Qingxuan, because throughout history, no one who entered Qingxuan has truly achieved immortality. Instead, the life in the mountains is hard and lonely, which is unbearable for those accustomed to a comfortable life.

However, there is no eternal paradise of peace in the world. Besides cultivators, there are many demon races in the universe.

Even a pure and holy place like Qingxuan has experienced a tragic bloodbath.

It was still daytime, yet there was no sign of human activity on Feixian Island.

Generation after generation, many people have thrived here, never lacking food or clothing. Wherever there are many people, there are towns.

A settlement forms in a year, a town in two years, and a city in three years. This is a common principle and not unusual.

However, every household had their doors tightly shut, and the main street was in a mess, with blood and human limbs scattered about. The largest household was where the current island master of Feixian Island lived, and there were people inside, all filled with a heavy atmosphere.

Even the children, who were usually carefree, dared not cry in such an atmosphere.

From the elderly with white hair to the infants crying for milk, everyone was hiding inside.

They were like a group of sheep waiting to be slaughtered, utterly helpless.

Their eyes were all fixed on a pile of incense ash, their last hope.

The oldest elder had said that as long as this incense stick was lit, Qingxuan would know, and no matter how powerful the demon, it could not resist the powerful cultivators of Qingxuan.

Before this, some people had tried to rush out, but they were all killed by the demon without exception.

This demon was very peculiar, eating only the flesh and blood of young children, as the blood and flesh of adults were too coarse and unpalatable to it.

In the demon's words, it wanted to keep these people to breed children for it to eat.

Of course, the demon had only seen humans raising pigs and sheep, which naturally bred many piglets and lambs, and assumed that humans could be raised in the same way.

However, it did not understand that raising itself was also a skill, and not a simple one.

Although the flesh of adults was not tasty, the demon saw them as tools for breeding children and would not let them escape.

Such a confined life lasted about three days. Apart from the first day, the number of casualties was actually very few afterward, as in the face of a significant power gap, the brave often died the fastest.

A red lightning bolt streaked in at an incredible speed.

Then a woman began to wail, "Xiaoqi."

Xiaoqi was her child's nickname. The woman's heart-wrenching cries did not attract much attention, as such incidents had occurred many times during this period.

Even those with children couldn't help but feel relieved and secretly prayed for the cultivators of Qingxuan to arrive quickly.

A few half-grown youths clenched their fists, determined to learn immortal techniques after this crisis.

Among them was a young man leaning on a cane, silently observing everything around him. He had the chance to join Qingxuan but lost it due to a moment of arrogance.

He was the descendant of the Xiao family, one of the more outstanding young people of this generation.

He hated Shen Lian and himself.

The red lightning bolt wrapped around the child, covered in disgusting sticky fluid, emitting a pungent odor. The child named Xiaoqi cried loudly.

Then another sound drowned out the child's cries—it was thunder, not from the sky but from near the child.

Loud enough to be heard even inside.

Along with the thunder, there was a flash of white light.

One of the elderly men, with white hair, exclaimed in surprise, "That's the Thunder Technique. The immortal master of Qingxuan has arrived."

He was a first-rate martial artist in his youth, having connected the Ren and Du meridians, but he stopped there.

The highest-ranking elder of Feixian Island had already opened the life and death acupoint, possessing magical power and able to practice Daoist techniques, but he also died at the hands of the demon.

However, the elder had once told him that the power of Daoist techniques varied, and the most difficult was the Thunder Technique. Any cultivator who mastered the Thunder Technique was very powerful.

The child named Xiaoqi was enveloped in a gentle breeze and slowly landed on the ground. The red lightning bolt that had wrapped around her was then followed by a warm and elegant voice, "Don't move."

She looked up and saw a person in a light blue robe, like the color of the sea. The breeze fluttered his sleeves, like waves, and his long black hair was casually draped. The side profile she saw was clear and exquisite, like a mountain spring.

Outside, there were many severed limbs, organs, and bones, with bloodstains everywhere, the smell making one want to vomit.

This person looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old.

But she couldn't describe him, as he was completely different from her clan brothers. With her limited knowledge, she couldn't describe the feeling.

However, his voice had a soothing quality that made her forget her fear.

Not far away was a toad, terrifyingly large, about twelve feet long, and even when lying on the ground, it was taller than an ordinary man.

The red lightning bolt was its tongue, which had been struck by Shen Lian's Thunder Technique and severed, but it quickly regrew, flickering uncertainly.

Its skin was purplish-brown, covered in warts, making it look nauseating in the sunlight.

The toad's eyes bulged, staring fiercely at Shen Lian, this human cultivator who had appeared out of nowhere, and said in a deep, hoarse voice, "I am Hali Zi, under the command of the Nine-Headed King. If you know what's good for you, scram."

It was not a mindless demon, knowing that cultivators who could use the Thunder Technique were quite powerful.

The Nine-Headed King Hali Zi spoke of was the demon king of a five-thousand-mile sea, with over a thousand years of magical power and great abilities, even some human immortal sects dared not offend him.

When the king celebrated his birthday, some human cultivators came, all showing great respect.

So although Shen Lian could use the Thunder Technique and seemed to have some background, it was not afraid. Moreover, when traveling, it would always reveal its background to avoid being captured by careless Taoists, dying without a clear reason. This was something the king had told them, of course, when he was drinking with familiar demon kings.

However, Hali Zi remembered it and occasionally sneaked out, reporting its background when encountering powerful cultivators, which proved to be very effective.

Those cultivators, wary of the Nine-Headed King's name, generally did not bother with it.

However, this time, Hali Zi sneaked out and encountered a strong current in the sea, which unknowingly swept it away, bringing it to Feixian Island, five thousand miles away.

PS: Thank you to Yuzhao for the 588 reward, and to Huasuiyishi, Guyuezǐ1, and Shihuan Shimeng for your support.

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