Lifting his gaze, he caught sight of a man in a green robe — one hand holding a wine flask, the other gripping the ship's helm at the prow. With a sudden thought, Mu Qiu stepped forward. Glancing at Tang Ying's unlucky father, who was wholly absorbed in drinking and steering the boat, Mu Qiu curled his lip and muttered resentfully, "Uh... Uncle-Master, what brings you here?""What? You're allowed to come, but this old man isn't?" Tang Lie casually tossed his wine gourd aside and shot Mu Qiu a sidelong glance, his tone dripping with mockery. "Relax — even if you became the Demon Clan's royal son-in-law in the Misty Forest, I wouldn't interfere!""Royal son-in-law...?" Scratching his head, Mu Qiu chuckled awkwardly. "Father-in-law, what are you talking about? I'd never do anything to hurt Ying'er!""Get lost!" With a flick of his sleeve, Tang Lie sent Mu Qiu tumbling head over heels across the deck. Mu Qiu didn't take offense, merely grumbling under his breath. Brushing himself off, he

As Tang Lie returned to the flying vessel, his brows furrowed. With a sweep of his sleeve, dozens of azure talismans shot forth, hovering above each disciple. In moments, clarity returned to their vision, and the lingering turbulence faded. Before long, all the disciples had regained their senses.Seeing that none of the disciples were seriously harmed, Yang Guang and the others visibly relaxed, clasping their hands toward Tang Lie in gratitude. "We owe you our thanks, Senior Brother!""No trouble at all!" Tang Lie waved his hand dismissively with a smile. "What matters is that everyone is safe!" Yet no sooner had he spoken than his expression darkened, his voice turning icy. "But tell me — who dares to attack our Hengshan Sect so brazenly?"The elders exchanged uneasy glances. For the moment, none had any leads. The sudden ambush had cast a heavy pall over the group."Young man, we owe you our lives just now!" Tang Lie stepped forward and clapped Mu Qiu on the shoulder, sighing in ad

"Had that old hound, now bereft of its former spirit, been a bit more patient — lying low until this one either transcended the Dao or shattered the void before stirring up chaos — it might well have succeeded." Pausing briefly, Tang Lie chuckled. "But now? I doubt he'll even manage to keep that rotting carcass of his intact."Yang Guang's eyes lit up with sudden understanding. "So that old hound is trying to force the current ruler of the demon race into making a choice by pitting our human sects against them?""Humans are never short of ambitious schemers." Tang Lie sighed, nodding slightly. "Just among the Ten Great Sects alone, who knows how many so-called 'venerable masters' lurk in the open? If he can use humanity's blade to end this one's life, nothing could be more ideal..."Having spoken at length, Tang Lie suddenly felt parched. He lifted the wine jug, only to give a helpless laugh. Empty.Seeing his senior brother like this, Yang Guang knew the craving had struck again. Wit

With practiced ease, Mu Qiu pulled the cloth stopper from the wine jug and handed one to Tang Lie. His tone was earnest as he said, "To be honest, Uncle-Master, years ago in the Misty Sky Forest, someone saved my life...""So you want this old man to help you find your savior?" Tang Lie took the jug and downed a hearty swig, wiping his mouth unceremoniously with his sleeve — hardly the dignified demeanor of a grandmaster. "I do have a few old connections among the demon tribes. Tell me, which clan was your savior from?""I... I don't know." Mu Qiu shook his head and sighed. "It's rather embarrassing. Though I owe them my life, all I know is that the girl who saved me was named Xue Yueqing, and she had an elderly guardian called 'Tiger Lord.' Beyond that, I have no other details.""Xue Yueqing?" Tang Lie froze for a moment before breaking into a knowing smile. "That's a rather poetic name.""Uncle-Master, have you heard of them?" Mu Qiu looked up hopefully."Not at all." Setting down h

At that moment, the elderly man from the Haoran Sword Sect — who had been resting with his eyes closed — lifted his eyelids ever so slightly. In an instant, a frigid sword light materialized out of thin air. It shot straight toward Lu Qingyun. In the blink of an eye, the sword intent gathered in Lu Qingyun's blade was shattered into nothingness. All of this happened in mere moments. The sword light did not lose momentum — its edge remained lethally sharp. Even Lu Qingyun couldn't help but pale slightly. Under the pressure of that overwhelming sword intent, he found himself utterly immobilized.Mu Qiu's eyes turned icy as he prepared to intervene. But just as the sword light was about to pierce Lu Qingyun's forehead, a cold hmph reverberated through the entire relay station. Then, that supreme sword intent shattered and dispersed into nothingness."Who's there?!" The old man's composed face finally showed a ripple of emotion. A sharp glint flared in his eyes. His slightly clouded gaze