Chapter 165: The Missing Demon Bone

Tonight, there was no wind and no moon; the Shangluan Hall on Qingyun Peak appeared exceptionally quiet amidst this pitch darkness.

Only one Night-Luminescent Pearl was lit in the hall, illuminating a small area.

In that spot of cold light, a handsome man in black robes and black hair sat quietly, like a celestial banishing himself from the world.

In front of the man, a lightless sword, like the pitch-black night itself, floated quietly; even the cold light of the pearl hitting the sword could not reveal the patterns on its body.

The sword body bobbed slightly up and down, like a heart inside a man’s chest.

Mo Xinzi, with ethereal golden eyes, looked with incomparable focus at the Yao Que Sword before him, extending his distinct, slender fingers to gently stroke from the tip all the way to the hilt.

The Yao Que Sword, the final unfinished sword from the life of the Divine Weapon Smith, Feng Xiaocang, a hundred years ago.

Mo Xinzi obtained the remnant sword in the Divine Weapon Pavilion, completed it in his own hands, and called it the strongest sword of the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

He had possessed this sword for a long time, yet even today, he remained obsessed with its power.

Perhaps for the strongest sword wielder, anything could be a sword, but only when the strongest sword wielder was paired with the strongest sword could one approach true invincibility.

Years ago, it was precisely Mo Xinzi wielding this Yao Que Sword who led the Tianfeng Sect to rise all the way, finally establishing its current status as one of the majestic Immortal Sects.

Now, as he continued to nourish the Yao Que Sword with his own spiritual power as always, watching every line and pattern on the blade, for some reason, the image of the sword in Meng Yingxing’s hand surfaced in his mind.

A body of cobalt blue, adorned with complex patterns, with a hilt guard composed of intersecting curves and straight lines; it looked somewhat ancient and unadorned.

“Ting Tian Sword? Never heard of it.”

“But is that really just a nameless sword brought out from the Divine Weapon Pavilion…”

Mo Xinzi closed his golden eyes slightly, and after a moment, tossed the matter of the Ting Tian Sword from his mind.

“There are hundreds of sword edges in this world, but only the Yao Que Sword stands at the head.”

He muttered to himself like this, thinking he was merely paying too much attention to Meng Yingxing, to the point where even the sword in the boy’s hand seemed mysterious and ghostly.

Everything was under control; Meng Yingxing was nothing more than a plaything in his hands.

A moment later, Mo Xinzi arrived at a secret room in Shangluan Hall.

The corpse of the Shi You, like a small mountain, lay quietly in the center of the room.

That was the shell of Feng Zhiyang after death.

Mo Xinzi stood with his sword before the Shi You corpse, then slid his sword fingers across the Yao Que Sword, causing the blade to flash with bloody light.

“The second Demon Bone—”

Mo Xinzi murmured softly, a rare hint of expectation revealed in the depths of his eyes.

The Yao Que Sword slashed across the Shi You’s back, tearing open the skin on the spine without obstruction.

However, the moment the bone and blood were revealed, a flash of disbelief rose in Mo Xinzi’s eyes.

The place where the Demon Bone should have been was now completely empty; not even half a shadow of the Demon Bone could be seen.

Mo Xinzi waved his hand, and the Yao Que Sword plunged violently into the Shi You’s skull.

A tyrannical look rose in his eyes, his expression grim.

“Feng Zhiyang, playing such petty tricks after death?”

“Without your demon power guarding it, I’d like to see how long Sky Rainbow Demon City can remain hidden!”

Sky Rainbow Demon City was an existence hidden in an unknown space that no one knew about.

Chen Bainiao flapped his feathered wings and slowly landed on the mottled, ancient city walls.

He looked up toward the center of the city, where a purple pillar of light soared into the sky, disappearing into the clouds of the night sky.

The purple pillar flickered uncertainly, seemingly struggling to support itself.

The current City Lord of Sky Rainbow Demon City was dead; who knew how long this protective power hiding the Demon City could last.

Or perhaps… they would find a suitable successor.

As Chen Bainiao thought this, two slow, sorrowful footsteps sounded from one side of the city wall.

He turned to look and saw only a hunched old man and a small human-shaped figure by his side.

The two stopped in front of Chen Bainiao, and the old man bowed slightly to him.

Chen Bainiao didn’t have much to say; he took out a rough box, seemingly sealed temporarily, and handed it to the old man.

“Is Uncle Feng Zhiyang… dead?”

The small figure spoke; it turned out to be a childish female voice.

“The attack on Tianfeng Sect still failed this time.”

“He died.”

“When he realized he would die, he hurriedly gave this to me.”

“According to the agreement, I am returning the item to you all.”

Chen Bainiao spoke indifferently.

As he spoke, the old man opened the box.

A segment of crystal-clear purple Demon Bone, emitting thick demon power, lay impressively within the box.

“Thank you.”

The old man bowed to Chen Bainiao again, his tone obviously becoming weary.

If Chen Bainiao hadn’t been so faithful to the agreement, he likely would have converted the power in this Demon Bone for his own use halfway and wouldn’t have come to this declined city.

“Also, thank you… for being willing to persuade those fellows from Yi Ming to accompany Feng Zhiyang.”

“Feng Zhiyang… was truly too muddled!”

The old man scolded Feng Zhiyang, yet tears were already shimmering in his eyes.

The girl beside him remained silent.

“I only accompanied him to attack the Tianfeng Sect; I did not do anything more.”

For instance, knowing it was a suicide mission, Chen Bainiao still allowed Feng Zhiyang to do it.

“No matter, no matter…”

“What do you plan to do next? Feng Zhiyang is dead, and the future of Sky Rainbow Demon City is uncertain; if it is exposed to the human world, it will be a catastrophe.”

Chen Bainiao couldn’t resist asking one more question.

“After so many years, your Feng Lianshu lineage should return to the Shi You Grand Clan, right?”

He offered a suggestion.

Facing Chen Bainiao’s suggestion, the old man and the girl looked at each other; after a long while, the old man sighed.

“If we wanted to return… how could it be easy to return today?”

“A city of the old and weak, with no sign of a Demon King; I fear it will be hard to enter the eyes of the Shi You Grand Clan now.”

Chen Bainiao didn’t reply; perhaps he also knew the difficulties involved were heavy.

But his words ended there.

This was the last thing he could do for Feng Zhiyang.

After bidding farewell to the old man and the girl, Chen Bainiao flapped his wings and left.

He flew further and further away, looking back to gaze at the ancient Demon City, only to see the ancient city shrouded in dark mist, its traces hard to find.

Looking at the direction Chen Bainiao left, the old man held the box containing the Demon Bone and walked back with the girl.

“Elder Jiu, let me do it!”

The girl lowered her head in thought for a while, then suddenly stepped quickly to block the old man, her face solemn.

“I will inherit Uncle Feng Zhiyang’s demon power!”

“I will protect our Sky Rainbow City!”

The old man looked at the girl’s determined expression but still pushed her away gently.

“Ah Luo, you are not a Shi You Demon King; regardless of whether you can absorb this power…”

“You cannot reopen this city-protecting formation.”

The old man spoke heavily and left without looking back.

Ah Luo stared at the old man’s deep back view, her face revealing a look of unwillingness.

Tianfeng Sect, Disciple Quarters of Wuyun Peak.

“‘Eternal Famous Sword List’?”

Xiu Qingcheng sat on Meng Yingxing’s rising and falling back, her small lotus feet gently tapping the back of Meng Yingxing’s head with her heels.

“Disciple, you’re about to break through to the Tiny Star Realm, yet you aren’t cultivating properly; why are you reading this kind of leisure book recently?”

Xiu Qingcheng gnawed on a fruit while acting as a counterweight on Meng Yingxing’s back during his push-ups, flipping through the book Meng Yingxing had been reading recently with great interest.

Meng Yingxing was sweating profusely from doing push-ups, struggling to support Xiu Qingcheng’s weight on his back as he went up and down.

He said slowly: “I just want to see… if I can… find…”

“…Master… you…”

However, after flipping through the entire book these past few days, Meng Yingxing could not find the name of Ting Tian.

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