Wei Tu remembered Sun Yu clearly.
Fifteen years ago, it was Sun Yu who brought the Immortal Sect’s law enforcement team, took him from the Mei family at Xiaya Cliff, and issued a conscription order against him.
If that had been all, just business, Wei Tu wouldn’t have held a grudge.
But Sun Yu didn’t stop at official duties—he mocked and taunted Wei Tu often.
On top of that, he took advantage of the situation and exploited the Mei family at Xiaya Cliff, stripping them of much of their foundation.
"Let’s wait and see if there’s a good chance to act." Holding onto that old grudge, Wei Tu wasn’t in a rush to leave. His eyes flickered, and he used the Seven-Colored Phantom Moths to watch how the battle ahead unfolded.
Wei Tu was bold because he was strong. He carried several powerful magical tools, trained in both body and magic, and believed that even if Sun Yu noticed him, he could escape unscathed.
At that moment, about ten miles away, over a valley.
The battle was getting more intense.
Sun Yu was wielding a silver crescent blade, facing off with a demonic cultivator.Neither side could get the upper hand.
Suddenly—
The situation shifted.
A thin, hunchbacked dwarf among the demonic cultivators took out a silver orb, about the size of an egg. He sneered and chanted over the orb.
In an instant, blood-red winds burst from within the silver orb, sweeping toward Sun Yu and the righteous cultivators.
The wind was vicious. As several righteous cultivators tried to block it, they were frozen into blood-colored ice statues.
The members of his law enforcement team were all well-connected. The cultivators who’d just died were all children of Golden Core cultivators. He’d have to explain this when he got back.
He couldn’t let these “connections” die without a clear cause.
"I’ll get their identities, then retreat. No point tangling with them now." Sun Yu thought grimly.
"Heh, how stupid can you be? You think we’ll just tell you who we are?" The black-robed demonic cultivators laughed darkly.
"Childish fool," one of them sneered.
Clearly, unlike Sun Yu, they weren’t in the habit of giving enemies their names.
"Kill!" The black-robed cultivators exchanged glances, then split up, instantly surrounding the remaining righteous cultivators who’d survived the Ten-Thousand Blood Demon Wind.
Now, their attacks were sharper, more vicious than before. Every one of them was at the late Foundation Establishment stage.
It was clear they’d held back earlier, hiding their real strength.
Boom! Crack!
The clash of magical tools rang out again.
After just a dozen exchanges, the righteous cultivators were slain by fierce secret arts, divine abilities, and powerful magical tools.
Only Sun Yu and a beautiful woman in a short skirt remained.
The only reason they survived was because of the strong defensive magical tools they had, which barely withstood the onslaught.
"Why are these demonic cultivators so brutal? I should’ve retreated earlier." Sun Yu looked at the fallen companions, terrified, with no will left to fight.
"I’ll go back to the sect, bring reinforcements, and take them down."
Sun Yu clenched his teeth, crushed a jade talisman hidden in his sleeve.
As the talisman shattered, Sun Yu’s figure vanished from the spot, reappearing twenty miles away.
His defensive magical tool, now without power, spun in place and fell to the ground.
The short-skirted woman followed, disappearing from the demonic cultivators’ encirclement.
Seeing them vanish.
The demonic cultivators stood silent for a moment.
"Looks like we almost caught a big fish. Two of them actually had Minor Shift Talismans." The hunchbacked dwarf stepped forward, picked up the fallen defensive tools, and grinned coldly.
Minor Shift Talismans were third-rank talismans. Even Golden Core True Lords didn’t have many, let alone giving them to their descendants.
Any Foundation Establishment cultivator who had a Minor Shift Talisman was definitely a cherished descendant of a Golden Core True Lord.
"Still, not bad. We killed so many righteous Foundation Establishment cultivators this time. Once we get back to the Demon Palace, the Demon Lord will definitely reward us..." another black-robed demonic cultivator said.
"But letting those two escape... will it mess up our plans in Zheng Kingdom?"
"What if they return to their sect and bring a Golden Core True Lord to hunt us down..."
One of the demonic cultivators spoke with worry.
"No need to worry about that. Before we set out, the Demon Lord already expected we’d run into righteous cultivators." The hunchbacked dwarf laughed and pulled out several black cloaks from his storage pouch, handing them out.
As they put on the cloaks.
Wei Tu, who was watching through the Seven-Colored Phantom Moths, could no longer sense the presence of these demonic cultivators, nor could he hear their voices clearly.
Luckily, the moths’ eyes could still see them.
Seeing this, Wei Tu withdrew most of his spiritual sense, leaving just a wisp to control the moths and track them from a distance.
...
Demon Palace? Demon Lord?
Hiding in the shadows, Wei Tu chewed over these terms, frowning in thought.
He had spent ten years at Cicada Cry Cliff but never heard of a demonic faction called the Demon Palace, or of any big shot called the Demon Lord.
"Forget it for now."
"Hunting Sun Yu is more important."
Wei Tu shook his head, pushing down his curiosity about the demonic cultivators.
A good cultivator knows what risks are worth taking and which are not.
These demonic cultivators were too fierce, clearly not ones to mess with. Even with all his tricks, Wei Tu couldn’t be sure he was stronger than Sun Yu’s group.
Minor Shift Talismans could instantly move someone twenty miles away.
With that—
It was hard for Wei Tu to track Sun Yu’s exact escape path.
But Wei Tu knew something the demonic cultivators didn’t—fifteen years ago, Sun Yu had told him he was from Qingzhu Mountain.
"Karma always comes around."
Wei Tu’s lips curled into a cold smile as he set off for a spot Sun Yu would have to pass on his way back to Qingzhu Mountain.
...
With the help of the Wind-Cleaving Eagle.
Wei Tu’s speed was on par with a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator. He quickly reached Qingsong City, three hundred miles from Qingzhu Mountain.
Qingsong City was the last checkpoint before reaching Qingzhu Mountain.
Wei Tu was sure that Sun Yu might take detours elsewhere, but he wouldn’t avoid Qingsong City.
Without passing through Qingsong City, Sun Yu couldn’t get back to Qingzhu Mountain.
He waited for several days.
Hidden underground, Wei Tu used the Wind-Cleaving Eagle’s vision and saw a strong, agile middle-aged man flying low toward his position.
The man kept glancing behind him, as if afraid of being followed.
Only when he saw the towering walls of Qingsong City did he breathe a sigh of relief, the tension leaving his face.
"Sun Yu’s aura?" Wei Tu sensed it—it was Sun Yu, the one who had escaped the demonic cultivators.
Wei Tu couldn’t help but laugh. Sun Yu, used to throwing his weight around in Zheng Kingdom as a Golden Core descendant, hadn’t trained well in disguise. He couldn’t even mask his own aura.
Otherwise, this ambush would have been much harder.
"Once I reach Qingsong City, I’ll contact Grandfather. This time, I shouldn’t face any major punishment from the Righteous Alliance..." Sun Yu relaxed after seeing Qingsong City, letting down his guard.
After all, he never thought anyone would dare attack him right outside Qingsong City.
But—
Just then.
A green needle beam shot from the ground, aimed right at the back of Sun Yu’s head.
Sun Yu reacted instantly, alarm bells ringing in his mind. He summoned a mid-grade second-rank defensive magical tool to protect his back.
But that was just the first strike.
Next, several soft Sanskrit chants echoed, and massive sound waves crashed down from above.
"I don’t want to die." Sun Yu looked up at the three blood-colored Buddhas above, his eyes filled with fear.
In the next moment.
The Demon Buddha Bell struck.
A massive crater appeared in the ground, several zhang deep, and Sun Yu lay at the bottom, mangled into a heap of flesh.
"Go!" Wei Tu took Sun Yu’s storage pouch, then poured demonic energy into a vial of Lü Yuanli’s blood and flung it onto Sun Yu’s corpse.
From killing Sun Yu to setting up the fake evidence, Wei Tu used less than two breaths of time.
By the time the cultivators from Qingsong City rushed over after hearing the fight, Wei Tu was long gone.
"Demonic energy?"
"Did a demonic cultivator sneak into Zheng Kingdom and ambush a righteous cultivator?"
"This energy... it feels like a Demonfiend Sect cultivator? Was it someone from the Demonfiend Sect who killed this fellow cultivator?"
The cultivators murmured in confusion.
At the same time, in a cave dwelling on Qingzhu Mountain, a brocade-robed elder suddenly opened his eyes, shot out like an arrow, and rushed toward Qingsong City.
"Who killed my grandson?" Half a quarter-hour later, the brocade-robed elder arrived, glaring at the surrounding cultivators with fury.