This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered

The little White Tiger was jolted awake by the sudden whirlwind of heaven and earth, instinctively exuding an ancient and primal aura of authority from his body.

Upon realizing that he had been ruthlessly tossed aside, the little White Tiger curled up in Yue Bai's palm with a face full of sulking expression.

However, Liang Yi currently had no time to attend to the little one, as his mind was solely occupied with his awakening junior sister.

"How are your injuries? Do you still feel pain anywhere, are there any discomforts?"

Liang Yi asked with a face full of concern, fearing that his junior sister might have encountered some problems.

"Senior brother, I'm alright."

Seeing her senior brother so anxious to the point of panic, Su Youyi pursed her lips and chuckled, her smile blooming like a flower.

"Why did you wake up so quickly then?"

After seeing Su Youyi's smile, Liang Yi was slightly reassured, but still couldn't help asking with some concern.

By Liang Yi's estimates, such injuries would require at least half a month of seclusion to fully recover, but it had only been a few hours.

Yue Bai and Wan Tinggui also came over, equally concerned about Su Youyi's injuries.

"I have temporarily suppressed the internal injuries, and I plan to enter seclusion to heal once we return."

Su Youyi said with a smile, signaling to her senior brother that she was currently alright.

"The White Tiger Envoy died here, it's not very safe for us to keep staying here, it's better to move sooner rather than later."

"This is something I overlooked."

Liang Yi said, lowering his head in thought.

He had been distracted by his junior sister's injuries earlier and had momentarily forgotten about this issue, not knowing the outcome of the battlefield on the other side.

"Don't worry about the other side. The Wind Calming Monk and the Devouring Spirit Demon King both have strong abilities. The White Tiger Envoy only left a temporary avatar, which had dissipated shortly after entering the Secret Realm."

Wan Tinggui understood from Liang Yi's look what he wanted to ask. Just moments ago, the monk named Scarface among their comrades had already sent this intelligence to Wan Tinggui.

"After eliminating one Grand Perfection of Eighth Realm, Ling Hanfei, who was suppressed and beaten by the Wind Calming Monk and Devouring Spirit Demon King, would have died on the spot if not for the Abyss Envoy Zuo Yongning's intervention. Nonetheless, with his injuries, he won't likely appear on the battlefield anytime soon."

"It is quite a pity that the other Abyss Cultivators?"

Liang Yi felt somewhat regretful. If another Eighth Realm cultivator had stayed, this operation would have been a huge win, possibly even influencing the central battlefield's situation.

Knowing that even now, a Grand Perfection cultivator of the Eighth Realm is still considered a heavyweight presence.

"But that Zuo Yongning, isn't he the master of Cen Zian?"

Upon hearing this name, Liang Yi felt it was vaguely familiar, and after pondering a bit, he retrieved the information from his memory.

"Exactly right, Zuo Yongning, the Grand Duke of Ghost Cultivators from the Ninth Realm, possesses unfathomably deep power. His fierce ghosts are countless, a true tide of myriad ghosts. Without the intervention of other Ninth Realm cultivators, he alone could turn the tide of a war!"

Wan Tinggui nodded her head. Even she spoke of Zuo Yongning with utmost gravity.

"Didn't any cultivators from Mystical Mechanism intervene?"

Su Youyi was puzzled; generally, if a Ninth Realm cultivator from one side appeared on the battlefield, there would definitely be a counterpart from the other side.

"Of course, after Zuo Yongning appeared, the Primordial Saint of Nine Spirits from the Demon Clan took action personally, but unfortunately, Zuo Yongning temporarily blocked him with numerous ghosts and escaped deep into the Abyss with Ling Hanfei."

Wan Tinggui briefed her comrades with the intelligence passed on by her subordinates.

"Master took action?"

Upon hearing about the Primordial Saint of Nine Spirits, Yue Bai was somewhat pleased. Although she had not trained under her master for a long time, she felt quite fond of the larger version of her master, identical to Uncle Jut.

Especially since it was clear when she was training that her master genuinely wanted her to grow quickly, just like Aunt Yi.

"Yes, although Ling Hanfei escaped, under the leadership of Xuanzhou's General Bufang, the remaining Abyss Cultivators were completely wiped out, definitely a substantial gain."

Wan Tinggui smiled as she spoke.

"This will make our return journey much safer."

Liang Yi felt somewhat relieved to hear this news.

The death of the White Tiger Envoy was definitely something the Abyss would find out about soon, and they probably already knew they were here.

However, since they were almost close to the Demon Clan's territory, and the Primordial Saint of Nine Spirits had just appeared, no one came to investigate.

Liang Yi even speculated that Zuo Yongning's appearance here, besides saving Ling Hanfei, might also be aimed at investigating the cause of the White Tiger Envoy's death, unfortunately blocked by the Primordial Saint of Nine Spirits.

"Since we borrowed so much Origin from Elder Qinglian, with the relationship between Elder Qinglian and Master, Master should already be aware of our situation. Why don't we return and explain things to Master first?"

Su Youyi looked somewhat worriedly at her senior brother; this time had been a little too dangerous.

"Yes, that sounds good; we shouldn't worry Master too much."

Liang Yi agreed with his junior sister's suggestion. They had already mentioned this operation to Master earlier, but Master must still be in seclusion studying the Devouring Spirit Scripture. If he learned of their situation from Elder Qinglian, he would surely be concerned.

"Rascal, you guys did well this time."

A voice jesting and scolding suddenly sounded, and a pitch-black hole cracked open in the heavenly vault above.

Terrifying Sword Intent swept across the entire Secret Realm, causing everyone to feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, unable to even move, as the entire Secret Realm was suppressed by this Sword Intent as if frozen in time.

But in the next second, the sharp Sword Intent that seemed capable of severing the world instantly receded like a tide, disappearing in the blink of an eye, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

The still sleeping and healing Grandpa Orange and the self-enclosed Little White Tiger were terrified beyond belief by this Sword Intent; Grandpa Orange suddenly opened his eyes, his fur on end.

Meanwhile, Little White Tiger tightly clung to Yue Bai's thumb and did not let go, doing his best to resist the overwhelming pressure that could easily crush him.

"Master?"

Liang Yi and Su Youyi's expressions turned to surprised delight, excitedly looking up at the figure walking through the crack in the sky.

It was none other than Chen Hua himself!

However, before Liang Yi and Su Youyi could get up to greet him, Chen Hua flicked at their foreheads from mid-air.

"Ouch!"

"That hurts!"

Liang Yi and Su Youyi covered their foreheads, tears welling in their eyes from the pain.

"Not coming to me when there's trouble, if it wasn't for Qinglian telling me you both were in trouble, I wouldn't have even known!"

Chen Hua's expression was stern, his gaze severe as he slowly descended, scolding Liang Yi and Su Youyi.

In order to improve the Devouring Spirit Scripture in a short period of time, Chen Hua had also been engaged in a relentless closed-door research session, which greatly reduced his awareness of the outside world.

After receiving the message from Qinglian, Chen Hua hurriedly broke out of his seclusion, sweeping half the continent with his Sword Intent to locate Liang Yi and the others, rushing over swiftly in response to the emergency.

However, after seeing the Cold Moon Pearl and the Black Rock Xuantian Steel outside, Chen Hua finally understood what this bunch of youngsters were up to, attempting to kill the White Tiger Envoy, and he also finally understood why, even in a crisis, these two didn't use the last resort he gave them.

But combining those two items truly was tough; it took him two sword strikes to finally make a dent.

Although Wan Tinggui had briefly shared a bit of her plan, Chen Hua actually did not think highly of these people; he was all too aware of the vast gap between the Eighth Realm and the Seventh Realm.

His expectation was just for his disciples to seriously injure the White Tiger Envoy, and then he could simply pull him over and defeat him with one strike, right?

Unfortunately, as he waited and forgot the time because he was absorbed in studying the Devouring Spirit Scripture.

If Liang Yi and Su Youyi really had an accident, he would probably go mad...

Thank goodness for Qinglian being there; he'll add an extra drumstick for him when he gets back!

"Sorry, Master!"

Liang Yi and Su Youyi, both hands covering their foreheads, looked tearfully at Chen Hua.

When Chen Hua saw the injuries within Su Youyi's body, he was even more frustrated.

"Banished Immortal Senior, it was my poor planning, please do not blame Liang Daoist friend and Sister Su."

Wan Tinggui approached Chen Hua with a remorseful expression.

Yue Bai also stood timidly by Liang Yi's side, hoping that the Banished Immortal would not be too angry.

Little White Tiger trembled even more violently; the tall and handsome man before him exerted an immense pressure, so great that he estimated he might not be a match for him even at his peak.

Grandpa Orange, however, relaxed a bit after recognizing that the visitor was Chen Hua, despite being startled by the sudden occurrence; after all, who can afford to provoke Chen Hua?

"You youngsters... really have some guts!"

Chen Hua shook his head, both annoyed and amused. But it was also his fault for not stopping them initially and instead wanting to see how far they could go.

"This time, it was my negligence that put Sister into danger, please punish me, Master!"

Liang Yi stepped forward, shielding Su Youyi with his body, his tone resolute.

"Go away, you'll have your share of consequences when we get back. Look at how weak you are now; we're going to intensify your training!"

Chen Hua swatted Liang Yi away unhappily, his heart aching as he sent a strand of Sword Intent into Su Youyi's body, stabilizing her injuries.

Her injuries were severe, with cracks in both her Dao Foundation and Sword Heart—any carelessness could spell the ruin of her future!

Liang Yi awkwardly scratched his head; the Master was still the Master, seeing right through his little thoughts, and actively admitting guilt hoping to lessen the punishment indeed didn't work.

"Thank you, Master."

With the support of the Master's Sword Intent, Su Youyi felt her injuries lighten significantly; if before she needed nearly half a month to heal, now she wouldn't need as long.

"But the fact that you managed to kill the White Tiger Envoy really surprised me."

Chen Hua withdrew his hand, looking at the group with an astonished expression.

When he had first entered the Secret Realm, he had already scanned the entire area, and based on the residual Sword Intent, he could roughly deduce the situation at that time.