Published: March 3, 2025
"Hope everything goes smoothly."
"Hopefully, these two have a deep enough bond."
Staring at the distant mountains for a long time, Huang Mei True Lord said softly.
His eyes flickered, somewhat anxious and uncertain, as he had been planning this for quite some time and had paid a considerable price.
As long as Fu Qingshan was eliminated, he could set his mind at ease and focus on breaking through to the later stages.
"Success or failure depends on this half month."
"The war between humans and demons is about to end. If this mission goes well, we won't have to take on missions anymore."
Liu Yu nodded.
At this point, he wasn't overly anxious; after all, it wouldn't take long, and if it failed, he could just take on another task.
Moreover, with the war between humans and demons coming to an end, he could possibly delay things after returning, and maybe he wouldn’t even have to execute the mission.
So-called fairness is just a lie.
No matter how fair the rules are, the one enforcing them is ultimately human.
And as long as they are human, they can invoke the so-called "human feelings."
To the Yuan Ying True Monarch, the fourth stage spiritual elixir is of great value.
Liu Yu was already capable of refining the Flying Immortal Pill and could very well use the approach of "gifting to extend greetings" to exchange resources for leniency.
He didn't have a powerful enemy to contend with, unlike Ink Plum, who had a sworn enemy in Nangong Tian, making relationships ineffective.
Against the howling winds, the two quietly observed the movements of the grass and waited for the moment that would reveal the outcome of their journey.
As for the Fang brothers, they had already hidden in the shadows, ready to act the moment Fu Qingshan appeared.
Not far behind the two, a middle-aged female cultivator in palace attire, Zheng Yanran, was bound by a spell.
She was unable to move her body or even speak, only able to glare hatefully at the backs of the two men.
One day, two days, three days.
Time slowly passed, and before long, nine days had gone by.
A year or two was nothing to a Yuan Ying True Monarch.
But Huang Mei was eager to eliminate Fu Qingshan, a pressing concern, and began to feel somewhat impatient.
Though his expression remained normal, he started to pace back and forth, his spiritual consciousness scanning the area within five hundred miles constantly, revealing the intensity of his inner thoughts.
Liu Yu took out a table and a chair, sat leisurely in the Grand Scholar Chair, sipping spiritual tea, and slowly flipped through a book.
With not much hope to begin with, what disappointment could there be?
Among cultivators, indifference was the norm, especially for those like them, Yuan Ying True Monarchs.
It was rare for a female cultivator to put oneself in such a dangerous situation, so Liu Yu really didn't hold out much hope.
Including the Fang brothers, the three simply didn't want their efforts to be in vain, so they decided to give it a try.
At noon, under the shining light of the great sun, the sky and land were bathed in brilliance.
Yet, within the mountains, there was a profound silence.
As if sensing an ominous sign, most beasts within fifty miles of Heavenly Witch Mountain had stayed away in the past few days, and the sounds of insects and birds were rarely heard.
The chaos of the Xuan Yin Sect had long since ended, and the four had hardly paid any attention to low-level cultivators, leaving their disciples scattered like birds and beasts.
News of Zheng Yanran had also spread along with those disciples of the Xuan Yin Sect.
The four took turns using their spiritual consciousness to observe, as time ticked away, yet there was still no sign of movement from the surroundings.
Unknowingly, the great sun began to set, and night was about to fall.
It seemed like this day would pass quietly.
The target had received news in advance, and this journey was destined to be fruitless.
Not long after, the great sun completely sank behind the western mountains, leaving only a faint crimson glow in the sky.