latelenovela Chapter 272 If you're so capable, go and do it yourself.
Chapter 272 If you're so capable, go and do it yourself.
Three days later, the midday sun scorched the earth.
The makeshift command center set up by the human race was bustling with noise, and the sweltering air was filled with the mingled scents of sweat and sandalwood.
"Our Kunlun Sect has been passed down for over 1,800 years since it was founded by Grandmaster Taixu!"
Kunlun Sect Master Yu Qingzi flicked his snow-white whisk, its silver threads shimmering with a cold light in the sunlight.
He wore a white robe embroidered with the Big Dipper pattern, and the jade pendant at his waist jingled with his excited movements.
"In terms of seniority and experience, the position of Commander-in-Chief belongs to Kunlun!"
"Heh—" The Heavenly Fiend Sect Master, Blood Fiend Ancestor, let out a piercing, cold laugh.
His scarlet cloak fluttered without wind, and the Nine Nether Skull artifact hanging at his waist emitted a faint green light, illuminating his face covered with strange patterns.
"Old Daoist Yuqing, you should keep those old stories to fool your disciples!"
He slammed his hand on the table, and a thin crack immediately appeared on the solid wood table.
"With a formidable enemy at hand, it is only natural that the strongest person should take command of the entire situation!"
Elder Dongfang Han of the Qingyun Sect stood in the corner, his brows furrowed.
He noticed that when the Blood Fiend Ancestor spoke, black energy seemed to circulate in the eye sockets of those skull artifacts, clearly indicating that they were already brimming with evil power.
Meanwhile, Yu Qingzi's left hand, which was behind his back, was secretly forming a hand seal, ready to strike at any moment.
"Elder Dongfang!" Yu Qingzi suddenly turned his head, his sharp gaze piercing like a sword.
"Your Qingyun Sect is the leader of the righteous path in the world, why don't you tell us who should be in charge of the overall situation?"
The council chamber fell silent instantly, and all eyes were on Dongfang Han.
He felt fine beads of sweat seeping from his back, the fabric sticking clinging to his skin.
"These old foxes," Dongfang Han cursed inwardly, "they're clearly trying to put the Qingyun Sect in a very difficult position."
If you're so capable, go do it yourself! Why are you calling him?
"Gentlemen..." Dongfang Han cleared his throat, his voice sounding particularly clear in the stagnant air.
"Before leaving, the sect leader specifically instructed that the most urgent task was to formulate a strategy to resist the evil spirits as soon as possible."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the crowd, some mocking, some expectant.
"As for the selection of the commander-in-chief... the Qingyun Sect is willing to accept the result of the joint recommendation of all sects."
Upon hearing this, the tense standoff between the two sides instantly subsided.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the roof, casting dappled shadows on the ground, much like the complex relationships between the various factions at that moment.
Outside the council chamber, Wang Lei leaned against an ancient tree, swallowing hard a mouthful of saliva that tasted of rust.
The bandages on his chest were soaked with blood, and every breath was accompanied by a tearing pain.
"Here you go." A fair, small hand handed over a warm, smooth jade bottle.
Princess Huo Huo squatted in front of him, her red dress spread out on the muddy ground like a blooming spider lily.
"You're lucky that Seventh Senior Sister just refined the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill."
Li Wen struggled to sit up, sweat dripping down his chin.
"Thank you for the medicine, sir." His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, "But...the officials above..."
"Still fighting for power, huh?" Huo Huo sneered, her eyes blazing with anger.
She pointed to the valley in the distance, where black smoke was billowing: "See that? That's the Spirit Serpent Sect's 'masterpiece'!"
Under the guise of searching for evil spirits, they ransacked the Xuan Yin Pavilion.
I heard they even desecrated the golden statue of their patriarch!
Wang Lei clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm.
He recalled the battle three days prior, and the fellow disciples who died protecting the evacuation of ordinary people.
Their bodies still lay in the wilderness, uncollected...
"Human nature is inherently evil." Huo Huo looked at the arguing council chamber in the distance, and her voice suddenly became low.
"In the years I've traveled abroad, I've seen far too many hypocrites."
People like Zhong Hanshang of the Qingyun Sect are rare...it's a pity there are so few of them.
A sudden gust of cold wind swept through the camp, stirring up fallen leaves all over the ground.
Wang Lei looked up abruptly and discovered that thick, dark clouds had gathered on the horizon.
Strange black shadows could be vaguely seen moving within the clouds, as if countless eyes were watching this land.
"It's coming..." Princess Huo Huo stood up, her red dress fluttering in the wind.
By the time those important figures come to a conclusion, the army of evil spirits will probably have already trampled half of the land.
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Within the territory of the Demon Realm.
The dark purple sky hung low, and crimson lightning occasionally flashed among the churning demonic clouds, making the desolate land appear as if stained with blood.
Two sword lights slashed through the sky one after the other, leaving long, thin trails of spiritual energy behind them.
"Senior Brother Zhong, why don't you go first? I have a way to shake them off!"
Gao Huohuo glanced back at the pursuing demonic cultivator, her red dress fluttering in the wind like a leaping flame.
Before she could finish speaking, a warm hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Zhong Hanshang's palms were somewhat rough, calluses left from years of wielding a sword, yet his strength was unyielding.
"Stop joking around." His voice was low, tinged with a hint of helplessness. "What did your senior brother and the others say before they left?"
Again!
Gao Huo was so angry he almost jumped off his sword.
Ever since she lured away a group of demonic cultivators on her own and ended up being trapped for three days, all the senior brothers and sisters of the Shadow Moon Sect have been looking at her like a porcelain doll.
Especially Zhong Hanshang, who always brings up her senior brother's words to pressure her.
"All I'm doing is making you watch me!"
In a fit of pique, she increased the speed of her sword flight, deliberately letting the oncoming gale ruffle her bangs.
"So what if you're at the Void Refinement stage? If it weren't for my pills and treasures..."
The words were on the tip of his tongue when he suddenly stopped.
She secretly glanced at the person beside her—Zhong Hanshang's profile stood out sharply in the dim light of the Demon Realm.
His jawline was taut, with only a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.
She was all too familiar with that expression.
Every time she brought up that incident, he would reveal that smile that seemed to be from someone who had secretly drunk his master's treasured spiritual wine.
The fierce battle from three years ago suddenly came to mind.
To protect her, Zhong Hanshang took the full force of the demon general's attack with his back.
She will always remember the sight of his white clothes stained with blood, and how he, though barely breathing, still smiled and said to her, "It's alright."
In a moment of desperation, she shoved all the life-saving pills she had saved up over the years into his mouth.
The medicine was so potent that it caused him to break through from the peak of the Nascent Soul stage to the Void Refinement stage.
"What are you laughing laughing!"
Her ears burned, and she deliberately spoke in a harsh tone, "If it weren't for the fact that you're about to die, I wouldn't have been willing to part with those things..."
“I know.” Zhong Hanshang suddenly turned his head, his dark eyes reflecting the ghostly flames unleashed by the demonic cultivator in the distance, shining brightly. “So my life is yours now.”
Gao Huohuo's breathing faltered.
He said it so casually, yet it made her inexplicably uneasy.
Just like last time in the Demon Clan's Medicine King Valley, he insisted on tasting the burnt spirit porridge she had cooked;
Just like last month at Black Wind Ridge in the Demon Realm, he silently shielded her from all the traps and hidden arrows;
Just like now, even though his spiritual energy has already begun to become disordered, he still stubbornly refuses to let go of her hand.
She clearly has a built-in system, so even if she gets hit, she won't be hurt.
But he kept charging at him, which made Gao Huohuo feel very uncomfortable.