Chapter 455: Is the Demon Path Coming?
After being hit by the Thousand-Mile News, Yun Zhonghe felt like someone had sucked out all his energy; he were slumping like a deflated balloon.
But here we are! No point in panicking—might as well chuck the bad vibes to the wind.
It’s a bit like modern trending topics; today’s hot search might just be a ghost tomorrow.
As long as enough time passes, even the biggest waves will eventually get washed away by the river of time.
With this in mind, Yun Zhonghe’s mood began to brighten up, his earlier pallor lifting a tad, and he regained a little pep in his step.
Sure, for the next few days, he’d likely be the center of everyone’s attention, undergoing a full-on scrutinizing gaze parade, but the little bits of spirit stones rolling in were undeniably a solid comfort.
Especially that night when he received his reward from the Thousand Machine Pavilion.
A whopping six hundred thousand spirit stones!
He’d ranked twice on the list, so they doubled his reward.
And if he could keep this winning streak alive and hold his spot on the leaderboard, he’d continue raking in a few thousand spirit stones each period.
His little stash was finally starting to swell!
Just as he was basking in his rosy future, his communication jade pendant buzzed.
It was a notification from the Xia Family Business: 【Dear Esteemed Purple Gold Member, your previously reserved Yuan Ying Stage Footless Roc Demon Dan has arrived. Please visit us soon to claim your precious item.】
Suddenly, it hit him—he had indeed placed an order for a demon dan a few months back at the Xia Family Business in Xuantian Mansion.
Being a Yuan Ying Stage demon dan made it a big deal. Even with his purple gold member discount, he still had to cough up several million spirit stones—yikes!
【Master, it looks like those freshly gained spirit stones are still warm in your hands, and they’re about to fly away!】 teased Xue Yunjian.
If he could collect four demon dans from various bird monsters, she’d surprise him with something.
What kind of surprise? She kept it under wraps—mysterious gal—but it should make Yun Zhonghe stronger, right?
Ah, the pain of spending money!
However, Yun Zhonghe was sensible and knew he should invest when it came to boosting his power.
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The next morning, sunlight poured over the sect as Yun Zhonghe strolled along the paths.
Along the way, he noticed many senior sisters giving him meaningful looks. Their eyes sparkled as they stealthily scanned him up and down, followed by intrigued smiles.
Now and then, he caught snippets of whispers, like “great physique” and “more handsome than the portraits” and even a few mentions of “clear XX.”
Seriously, his face felt like it was on fire—he inwardly groaned.
“Please, someone stop them! Enough already!”
Unable to endure the bizarre gazes and chit-chat any longer, he blushed furiously and took off in a huff.
Little did he know, his shy retreat only added to his inexplicable charm in the eyes of the senior sisters, deepening their interest in him.
The more he shyly bolted, the more inviting he became to these fierce female hawks.
Seeing the usually suave Yun Zhonghe being so bashful was like handing out a platter of irresistible desire—a dish girls couldn’t resist diving into.
After surviving the embarrassing ordeal, Yun Zhonghe finally reached Xuantian Peak, a much quieter spot compared to the bustling sect, allowing him to catch his breath.
“Yun Zhonghe.”
He opened his eyes to find Mu Jixue elegantly standing not far off, dressed in snow-white robes.
Not just her; Lin Zhongyu and Su Xiaoxiao joined the party too.
When they saw Yun Zhonghe, sweaty and a bit disheveled, they shared knowing smirks.
Seems like Yun Zhonghe’s luck was… well, not so lucky.
Yun Zhonghe took a moment to regain his composure and sheepishly apologized, “Sorry for keeping you waiting.”
Today, they were finally going to collect their championship rewards from the competition!
Mu Jixue gently shook her head. “No problem; the Master is in a meeting with a few elders and hasn’t come out yet. We only just arrived.”
“A meeting?” Yun Zhonghe raised an eyebrow, sensing something unusual in the air.
Lin Zhongyu’s expression turned serious as she nodded. “It seems the Immortal Alliance is gearing up for some major action against the Demon Path.”
This competition had suddenly drawn representatives from five continents, showcasing the Xuantian Sect’s disciples, but there was an even bigger plan in motion.
Mu Jixue and Lin Zhongyu must have heard pointers from their masters because they hinted to Yun Zhonghe: “The Demon Path has been getting more brazen; these shameless sc*m have killed plenty of righteous champions, raided towns, and stirred chaos. If the Immortal Alliance doesn’t act soon to counterattack, these demons will get even bolder!”
Indeed, things had been pretty dicey lately—the Demon Path forces were surging back to life, taking out righteous disciples left and right, and ambushing trade caravans, leaving a bloody trail behind them.
Listening to their tales, Yun Zhonghe furrowed his brows, his expression growing serious.
The Demon Path had been unusually active lately, deviating completely from the original game storyline.
In the game, thanks to the Immortal Alliance, the Demon Path was pretty much in shambles—just a bunch of scrawny stragglers who couldn’t manage a ripple.
But now? Their activities were escalating, the momentum stronger than ever. Even recent events in his vicinity hinted at their looming presence.
It felt like someone was secretly banding all these rogue forces back together.
The Immortal Alliance had been investigating various incidents, and surely they’d uncovered something that prompted their current preparations.
Lin Zhongyu’s emotions bubbled over, fists clenched in anger. “I hope we can exterminate these Demon Path pests and wipe them out entirely!”
This normally gentle Lin Zhongyu was radiating an unprecedented ferocity.
Yun Zhonghe and Mu Jixue exchanged glances, both fully aware of the reasons behind her fiery passion.
Cangzhou City’s Lin family had been investigated for colluding with the Demon Path.
