The Heart of Blazing Flames is located in the southern part of the Divine Continent, tens of thousands of miles away from the Cloud Realm Sect in the north, where snow howls. Originally, they were adversaries, locked in a north-south standoff, like fire and water.
The place where Demon Lord Yan Qianlie was healing and cultivating in seclusion was, of course, unknown to the righteous path. Theoretically, Qiu Wuji had no idea where he was.
If the Cloud Realm Sect's disciples knew that their sect leader already knew the enemy's location but pretended not to, and that this trip was simply to visit him, who knows if there would be a rebellion within the sect.
Everyone went through so much trouble to find the location of their formidable enemy, Yan Qianlie, for a whole year—what was the point…?
Even the great Father God, when designing the map, hadn't considered the current state of affairs. He kept cursing himself for being an idiot for writing so far away.
Not only was it far, but the environment was also described as harsh and heavily guarded.
Even from a great distance, one could feel the towering heatwave; their souls felt like they were being scorched in the sky, an unbearable discomfort.
I really don't know where Du Lianfeng got the courage to dive into the volcano's crater back then. Did he really think it was an illusion and therefore fearless? The environment is bad enough, but now more and more demonic cultivators are gathering around, forming a demonic lair, naturally turning it into a deadly place untouched by ordinary people. With Yan Qianlie's gradual recovery, various protective formations have been added to this area, and a brand new Fire Prison Sect is rising again.
Qiu Wuji can ignore the formations as if they don't exist, entering and exiting at will, just like that divine sense that traveled thousands of miles directly found Yan Qianlie. But with her disciple as a burden, she couldn't enter easily, so she had to put away her flying sword outside the formation and land on the outer perimeter.
Soon, a group of Yan Qianlie's followers, dressed in fiery robes, surrounded her, grinning maliciously: "Where did this righteous sword immortal come from?"
Qiu Wuji looked up at the sky, silent.
Chu Ge said irritably, "I need to speak with your Sect Master Yan. Please inform him." Damn it, when Little Flame was weak, there weren't so many problems. It seems people become distant once they achieve something, waah…
"A righteous sword immortal is looking for our Sect Master? You think we'd believe that?" A group of people in flame-robed robes laughed. "If they really knew where our Sect Master was, they would have already informed Qiu Wuji and come knocking on our door. Who are you little brats pretending to be here?"
Chu Ge: "…"
Qiu Wuji: "…"
"Oh, this woman is quite pretty…" someone chuckled. "I suspect you're spies from the Cloud Edge Sect, here to test the waters. Seize you!"
With a "bang," Chu Ge kicked him in the face. "Useless mud to plaster a wall! This is all the underlings of Yan Qianlie are good for… You're not taking me with you? I'll fight my way in myself!"
Qiu Wuji rolled his eyes, watching Chu Ge fight off a group of demonic sect disciples, chasing them all the way into the volcano.
Not bad, this is a kind of training, accumulating combat experience and observing the methods of the demonic path in this world.
Although it's a bit different from the imagined world of martial arts training... but that's what happens when you're different from ordinary people...
Yeah, if you're going to find a man, find the Creator God, that's what it means to be different! The Father God's training is this simple and unpretentious.
"Who dares to act so arrogantly here!" A powerful demonic cultivator descended from the sky, his blazing demonic palm crashing down.
Golden Core!
Chu Ge kicked aside the demonic sect disciple beside him, slapped his sword sheath, and a lone goose filled the sky, its icy aura freezing.
A beautiful sword aura, carrying deadly killing intent.
"Clang!" Flames and frost collided, annihilating each other. The piercing sword energy continued its advance, clashing with the opponent's raised magic weapon. The flying sword circled back, accompanied by the opponent's astonished voice: "This flying sword technique... why does it have a hint of the Cloud Rift Sect?" Many figures gathered around, more and more disciples of the demonic sects approaching. Light flashed in the distance, and countless powerful figures were alarmed.
"Cloud Rift Sect flying sword?"
"But I've never seen this flying sword style before..."
"This intent does indeed resemble the Cloud Rift Sect... I've fought them for over a thousand years, I know them too well. But the Cloud Rift Sect doesn't have this sword path, nor do they cultivate Ice Frost. How strange..."
"In any case, it's not up to these two mere mortals to act so arrogantly here. Take them down!" Just as they were exchanging glances and observing the battle, a "slap!" resounded. The Golden Core expert who had stopped Chu Ge was struck in the face by his sword, spitting blood as he retreated.
Chu Ge was overjoyed; the flying sword technique he had just learned was truly awesome: "Is this what they call challenging opponents of a higher level? Who else dares to challenge me?!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Countless magical treasures shone brightly, their various powers raining down like a storm.
"Damn it!" Chu Ge was dumbfounded.
These people at least had the 'Don't be arrogant, junior, watch me capture you' part! Why did they just gang up on him like that? No sense of honor whatsoever!
Chu Ge turned and ran: "Master... Master, save me!"
Qiu Wuji gently extended a jade palm.
The air seemed to tear apart as thousands of sword beams rose from the ground, accurately intercepting each powerful attack. Chu Ge, amidst the meteor shower, found himself unharmed.
Chu Ge blinked.
"It's so good to be a kept man."
Several Nascent Soul elders were furious and about to attack, but found themselves unable to move.
Where Qiu Wuji's eyes looked, a prison of illusory swords had formed, imprisoning all the demonic cultivators whose cultivation far surpassed Chu Ge's.
"A...a Nascent Soul cultivator?" People couldn't even begin to imagine that Qiu Wuji himself had come here; they could only think of a terrifyingly powerful late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator coming to cause trouble.
A demonic elder shouted sternly, "Quickly inform the Lord!"
"Sounds like we're rushing to invite the Buddha," Chu Ge grumbled, cleaving the charging fire dragon with his sword. With light steps, he dodged the erupting fire lotuses on the ground, and "single-handedly, sword in hand," rampaged through a group of demonic disciples, beating them until they cried for their mothers.
The dignified Demonic Cave was ravaged by this couple, who stormed in and stormed right up to the crater.
When Yan Qianlie's divine sense probed out, his face turned black.
"You two scoundrels, what do you take this place for? A training ground?"
"Look at your smirking face, you're having a blast training, aren't you?
You might as well create a separate training ground for yourself! All you do is bully me! Doesn't the demonic path have any dignity?!" Enraged, Yan Qianlie coughed up blood. Azure flames erupted from the volcano, and a demonic roar echoed through the heavens and earth: "Insolence! Die!"
"Boom!" The sword light and azure flames collided, and the entire area lost its color.
Even the Nascent Soul elders were blinded by the violent light, their eyes watering.
The smoke cleared, and the rampaging couple was no longer visible.
"Where are they... Is the Lord alright?" A muffled voice from underground echoed: "They're fine. Just a pair of ignorant brats. Guard the area and prevent this from happening again." The crowd bowed in awe: "The Lord's divine might will surely prevail, conquering the Cloud Realm Sect and spreading flames across the land..."
The Lord had indeed recovered to his full strength. This powerful couple couldn't even withstand a single blow from him. Serves them right. They must have been arrogant sword immortals who thought they had achieved great cultivation and came out to slay demons, unaware that the Lord was actually here, recklessly coming to their deaths.
"Alright, get back to what you were doing." The usually sycophantic Lord seemed somewhat embarrassed. "Stop saying those cringe-worthy things. You may leave." The crowd, bewildered, obediently withdrew.
The Lord Yan Qianlie, whom everyone imagined as awe-inspiring and powerful, was now a tiny flame, held in the hands of the seemingly "dead" righteous swordsman. "You're doing quite well, Qianqian. I don't have this many people kneeling before me."
"Don't call me Qianqian," the little flame struggled. "You want people to kneel? Write it down! Write 'The world bows and worships the Heavenly Dao,' you have no shame anyway."
Chu Ge said, "I feel like you have a lot of complaints about me."
"Nonsense!" the little flame retorted angrily. "This is my lair! You led my enemies all the way here, don't I have any dignity?"
"I'm giving you face, aren't I? We were captured by you..." "Bring it in, it's not like we've exorcised you from demons. You're quite prestigious now, aren't you?" Little Flame paused, stroking his chin. "That's true. So, what are you here for? Training? Could you please find another place next time?"
"Training is partly true. I'm a beginner in flying swordsmanship, and I need to practice with someone. This place is good."
"Damn."
"Mainly, I'm here to ask you about some old matters… Has anyone contacted you recently, anything about defying the Heavenly Dao?" Little Flame grinned. "Isn't this a coincidence? He wants me to capture Qiu Wuji's disciple, and I was wondering how to put on an act with you, and you just delivered yourself…"