Luo Jiutian, who is that?

Elder Qingyi, even if you tell me you're his daughter, I still don't know him.

Of course, Ye Chen didn't say this out loud.

Luo Qingyi saw Ye Chen's bewildered expression and said calmly, "Luo Jiutian is the Nine Heavens Sword God!"

Ye Chen: "..."

He had once thought that Luo Qingyi was the Sword Spirit of the Nine Heavens Sword God's former sword, only to realize the misunderstanding; Luo Qingyi was actually the Nine Heavens Sword God's daughter...

"Elder Qingyi, I'm sorry for bringing up painful memories," Ye Chen said apologetically.

"What makes you think I'm sad? The way I am now is all thanks to him. I hate him."

Ye Chen secretly glanced at Luo Qingyi's expression, fearing he'd say something wrong and provoke her, and whispered, "Elder Qingyi, perhaps the Nine Heavens Sword God had his own reasons..."

After all, it's better to offer comfort than blame.

"He made me live like this, but never asked if I wanted to. Is this his reason? He only thinks about himself and his so-called great righteousness, never considering my feelings."

"Elder Qingyi, in your current state, is there really no way to restore your body? Perhaps if you tell me, I could think of a way?"

"Don't waste your energy; it's futile. If there was a solution, I would have acted long ago."

Ye Chen was silent for a moment, then said, "Elder Qingyi, don't give up. As long as we're alive, there's hope. Just because there's no way now doesn't mean there never will be. Your matters are mine, and when I'm stronger, I'll help you restore your body to any form you desire, guaranteeing your satisfaction!"

Luo Qingyi looked at Ye Chen with a strange expression.

Any form I want?

Does he think I'm a clay figurine?

"That's enough chatter. These are my issues to face; just take care of yourself and seek the cultivation technique inheritance."

......

Noon, the sun blazed high in the sky.

Near the healing camp of the Martial Arts Academy's wounded.

Two members of the Demon Race, hidden within a massive tree canopy, conversed in the Demon Race language.

"Your Highness Motuo, it's confirmed that many injured from the Human Clan's Cangxing Martial Arts Academy are healing here, but a Mortal Transformation Realm expert named Hu Wenhui is guarding it. If we act, we need a way to hold off Hu Wenhui."

The Demon Race member named Motuo, with the appearance of a long-haired man, had magical markings shimmering with a peculiar dark luster, and a closed vertical eye on his forehead.

"Yak, soon you will lead our Demon Race warriors in an initial attack to draw Hu Wenhui away, and I will kill these Human Clan's Cangxing Martial Arts Academy's wounded.

Their principal at the Cangxing Martial Arts Academy, Ouyang Shang, brought many powerful warriors, causing heavy losses on our side. This debt must be repaid with a grave blow to their academy!"

"Your Highness Motuo, be cautious. There are many human martial artists around, and even if I draw Hu Wenhui away, they will soon have reinforcements, so you must be swift."

"Once the Mortal Transformation Realm's Hu Wenhui is drawn away, the remaining wounded from the Cangxing Martial Arts Academy are like weak chickens to me. After this successful operation, my prestige among the Royal Race will surely soar!" Motuo said with some excitement.

"Alright, Your Highness Motuo, I'll go prepare now."

......

Within the camp.

The Star Martial System's experienced instructor, Hu Wenhui, suddenly felt uneasy today, so he took a walk around the camp but found nothing amiss.

However, Hu Wenhui didn't let his guard down; he immediately gathered those responsible for safety and said, "Now the battle at Demon Suppression Valley is near its end; most demons have retreated, but we cannot be careless. As long as we're within the battlefield of Demon Suppression Valley, we must stay vigilant. Starting now, enter a state of high alert, and notify me immediately upon any sign of disturbance. Understood?"

"Understood!"

The group replied in unison, then dispersed to tighten their patrols.

Moments later.

A sudden explosion sounded.

Hu Wenhui's expression hardened, and he leaped up, shouting, "There's a Demon Race attack; everyone, be careful!"

As his words fell.

Hu Wenhui rushed toward the sound of the explosion.

When he arrived.

Two disciples from the Cangxing Martial Arts Academy, in charge of patrol, had already fallen victim to the Demons, and a group of Demon Race members were feasting on their flesh.

Upon seeing this.

Hu Wenhui was furious!

"Die!"

With an angry roar, Hu Wenhui struck a powerful punch.

A massive fist imprint, exuding a majestic force, created thunderous sounds as it moved forward.

Just as the fist imprint was about to crush the Demons consuming the Cangxing Martial Arts Academy disciples, a sudden black blade light appeared out of nowhere, splitting Hu Wenhui's punch in two.

"Damn it, Hu Wenhui, you're here!"

The Demon Race's Yak, wielding a long knife, flew out, seemingly surprised to encounter Hu Wenhui here.

"Yak, you're tenacious, surviving and finding this place. Since you've come to die, I'll fulfill that wish!"

Hu Wenhui not only recognized the Demon Race's Yak but clearly harbored strong resentment and killing intent toward him!

Yak laughed, saying, "Surprised to meet you here, but if you think you can kill me, dream on. You've failed to kill me countless times before, and this time is no different.

If I'm right, this is where your Cangxing Martial Arts Academy's wounded are healing. If I relay this information, our Demon Race warriors will come in force, and I'll achieve great merit, hahaha!"

After speaking, the Demon Race's Yak retreated.

Hu Wenhui's face turned livid, immediately pursuing Yak, his palms striking out with potent Primordial Force like crashing waves, instantly crushing the Demon Race warriors around Yak.

At this time.

Other individuals from the Cangxing Martial Arts Academy responsible for safety arrived swiftly.

Hu Wenhui shouted, "I'll handle things here. Return and ensure everyone's safety!"

Elsewhere.

The Demon Race's Royal Race member Motuo, sensing Yak had drawn Hu Wenhui away, wore a fierce smirk and flew out, openly heading toward the healing camp of the Cangxing Martial Arts Academy's wounded.

The Demonic Qi around him roiled violently with killing intent.

"Demon Race attack, stop him!"

The shout came from the camp, followed by several figures bursting forth, intending to intercept Motuo.

Motuo snorted, a black spear suddenly appearing in his hand. The spear swept across, its violent magic power stirring up a massive storm, directly reducing several of the Cangxing Martial Arts Academy members who charged at him into a blood mist!

Motuo stood in the air, looking down with a cold smile, "Pathetic humans, dying at my hands is your honor. Hahahaha, feel death!"

Now.

The martial artists, Spirit Masters, and all capable of fighting at the Cangxing Martial Arts Academy had gathered, with everyone showing grave expressions.

They realized that although Motuo was merely at the Peak of the Primordial Embryo Realm, the intensity of his Demonic Qi was terrifying. Furthermore, the vertical eye on his forehead marked him as a member of the Demon Race's Royal Race from Demon Suppression Valley!

A Royal Race member of the Demon Race at the Peak of the Primordial Embryo Realm was extraordinary!

In the field.

A Star Martial System Mortal Transformation Realm instructor, recovering here, stepped forward and shouted, "Spirit Masters, exhaust his power; try to suppress him. Martial Artists, be ready to erupt at any moment!"

In the next moment.

Numerous spiritual seal projections flew out, weaving a splendid white light. The concentrated spiritual seal attacks poured onto Motuo like a storm.

Motuo's lips curled into a disdainful smile, and then, the vertical eye on his forehead suddenly opened.

"Nine Nether Demon Pupil!"

A powerful shout erupted from Motuo's mouth.

The vertical eye on his forehead shot out a terrifying demonic light, twisting the space and shredding all forces attacking him!

Immediately after.

Motuo's figure flashed, diving into the crowd, the black spear whirling, slaughtering all around!

At this moment.

Ye Chen had already withdrawn from the Sword Tomb.

The ground beneath his feet trembled, and the shouts and sounds of battle echoed in his ears.

Ye Chen immediately sensed something was wrong!

There were too many injured from the Cangxing Martial Arts Academy here!

Ye Chen glanced at the Celestial Mark Sword in his hand, then looked up, eyes filled with an intense battle spirit, and charged forward.

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