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Translator: Tamon
Translation Checker: Silavin
An Evil Dragon Den disciple was watching over a stone chamber filled with soul lamps, brightening the room.
One of the lamps died out, belonging to Grand Elder Li Feihong.
The disciple panicked and ran out of the chamber. First the boss of Evil Dragon Den died, and now its Grand Elder. [Just what on earth happened?]
The Grand Elder was a lofty Nascent Soul, a rarity in the Ghost Province and equally valued. His death had to be an omen of the disaster that would befall Evil Dragon Den!
…
Just then, Qiu Qiantu finally returned to his Ghost Skull Sect. He failed to snatch the Immortal Treasure and almost lost his life. He also vowed to kill Chen Changan!
“He must be a Nascent Soul. But does he think my sect doesn’t have any!?” Qiu Qiantu spat.
He walked to his Grand Elder, hoping to get him to kill Chen Changan and take the Immortal Treasure.
A Ghost Skull Sect disciple rushed to him as he arrived, shouting, “Sect Leader, you’re back!”
“What are you so flustered about? What happened?” Qiu Qiantu asked.
“Sect Leader, the Patriarch who ascended to become an Immortal five thousand years ago, is now with the Grand Elders. Sir was the only one away.”
Qiu Qiantu jumped, “Say what!? The Patriarch is here!?”
He rushed to the ancestral shrine, where the three Grand Elders were already kneeling before a lofty image showing his back to them.
Qiu Qiantu’s heart tensed, his knees softening, “Please forgive my delay, Patriarch.”
A forceful voice echoed in the shrine, “At the Immortal Lord’s order, I’m going to descend to the Lower Realm.”
[An Immortal is going to descend!?] The Grand Elders and Qiu Qiantu all shook.
They were so touched, thinking they could now rule the province under his command. The Ghost Skull Sect would become hegemon over Ghost Province!
The Patriarch could read their intent easily, “I only came to search for Immortal Lord’s vital Immortal Treasure – the Sacred Immortal Sword. Before I directly come down to the Nine Provinces Continent, you must search for it!”
“We obey, Patriarch!” The Grand Elders replied.
Qiu Qiantu gasped and said, “Patriarch, I know where the Immortal Treasure is at!”
Patriarch turned to Qiu Qiantu, his face hidden by a mystical energy, but even so, Qiu Qiantu felt his gaze on him.
“Where?”
“When the Immortal Treasure fell, the world changed. I took a group to Myriad Mountains and found the Immortal Treasure on Soaring Immortal Mountain.”
“Did you retrieve it?”
Qiu Qiantu shook his head, “Patriarch, Sacred Immortal Sword fell into the hands of the daughter of the Nine Swords Sect Leader. On that day, Evil Dragon Den was also around to witness this. But all my men and the Evil Dragon Den’s group died. Ling Qingshan’s girl had a youth in white by her side who I believe should be a Grand Elder of Nine Swords Sect.”
The Patriarch nodded, “Well done. Go to Nine Swords Sect and retrieve the Nine Swords Sect. If they refuse, tell them their sect will be purged. The Immortal Sword is not for the likes of Lower Realm worms.”
“Understood!”
The Patriarch faded, lifting the Immortal pressure, granting the four ease at last.
They followed Patriarch’s order at once, rushing for the Nine Sword Sect.
…
It was afternoon, and Ling Bao’er sat down to cultivate beneath the sacred fig while the two Demon Kings repaired the Immortal Temple.
Chen Changan lay in a comfy chair in the garden, lazing about in the sun and getting his fill of Hong Yi’s curves as she cleaned up the place.
<Foxtail spirit has evolved into a Demon, 100 domain points rewarded.>
Chen Changan jumped out of the chair with a start, “Foxy has became a Demon?”
Touba Ye felt an extra trace of demonic energy coming from the temple. He gasped as his eyes landed on the foxtail near the statue.
Foxy waved her new hand at Touba Ye.
Touba Ye bugged out, “Even a foxtail can become a Demon now?”
A foxtail had nothing special about it—no bloodline, no heritage, no nothing. It should never evolve into a Demon in a million years.
[Young Master must’ve done it.]
“Young Master, there’s a foxtail turning into a Demon inside the temple.”
Ling Bao’er overheard and ran into the temple to see Foxy. “Wow, Foxy, you’re a Demon now!”
Ling Bao’er looked at Foxy with big and sparkling eyes.
“Ya, yi, ya, yi…” Foxy’s voice wasn’t clear. With a flash of green, it became an adorable little child the size of a fist, hugging Ling Bao’er’s leg.
She was so tiny, she couldn’t hug it completely.
Ling Bao’er found it ticklish and giggled. “Foxy, you’re tickling me.”
Ling Bao’er placed Foxy on her palm. “I’ll take you to Master.”
“Ya, yi, ya, yi.” Foxy nodded.
“Master, Foxy is now a Demon.”
“How tiny.” Chen Changan stared at her minute size.
“It has to be a worldly miracle for some random plant to gain spirituality and awaken. It even turned into a Demon. Still, to think she would be so small.”
Hong Yi blinked, looking curiously at Foxy. She had never seen a plant evolve or become so small.
