Wait a minute, where is my master?

The demon cultivator man waited for quite a while.

The dust on the table before him suddenly formed itself into a line of words.

"Acknowledged, have you remembered to bring the item I bestowed upon you for the messenger?"

Gazing at the dust, a flash of disgust clearly crossed his exquisite face, though the tone of his response was still fairly respectful.

"Rest assured, I have brought both."

"Good."

After forming this single word, the dust on the table became motionless.

However, the demon cultivator man didn't leave just yet. After a moment, he tried his best to control the emotion of wanting to clean up the dust, and then continued speaking with his slightly sharp voice.

"There's another matter, the entire Snow Wolf Clan has moved to the base of West Pole Peak. Due to their presence, our reserves for holding this grand gathering have been greatly depleted, and our planning progress is severely affected. In fact, several Clan Leaders of demon tribes have approached me, saying that if this continues, they would rather leave than attend the upcoming grand gathering."

"So... do you want to directly intervene and wipe their clan off the face of the Demon Realm?"

Upon hearing these words, the dust on the table paused for a good while longer this time before delivering a reply.

"At a critical juncture, I cannot afford to waste my strength. You figure it out yourself."

Seeing this, the Black Feathered Demon Cultivator's brow furrowed in an instant.

"Me?

"The Snow Wolf Clan may not be smart, but each of them is a natural at Body Cultivation, and they have exceptionally strong teamwork. In terms of combat power, they could possibly rank within the top five in the Demon Realm.

"I... can't do it."

As he spoke, he cursed inwardly,

"Solve it myself? If I had the ability, why would I be serving you? I would have plotted to escape to the Nine Provinces Realm to avoid disaster."

It seemed that the dust did not expect the other to admit his incapability so readily, as it remained silent for twice as long as before, and only then did it start to move again.

"Useless!"

The dust first scolded with that word, and then continued to transform saying,

"Come here again tomorrow midnight. I will have the means to eliminate the Snow Wolf Clan prepared for you."

The Black Feathered Demon Cultivator didn't show any reaction on his face upon being insulted, merely acknowledging with his mouth, and then he silently stood still.

The dust seemed to sense that the other had not left yet, and this time it quickly morphed to inquire,

"Anything else?"

"...Next time, could we exchange communications in a cleaner place?"

The Black Feathered Demon Cultivator spoke in his sharp voice as he tried to shift his gaze away from the dusty words on the table.

And then... his eyes were once again captured by the cobwebs on the damaged beams above.

"Scram."

The words of dust on the table this time rose up into the air, forming a large "Scram" in midair.

Seeing this, the Black Feathered Demon Cultivator's eyebrows instantly furrowed into a knot.

He wasn't so much troubled by the curses and attitude, after all, having chosen to serve others like a dog, he was prepared to endure such treatment.

But the sight of this grand hall, fraught with filth and disarray, and the dilapidated temple outside, profoundly distressed him, a demon naturally loving of cleanliness and order.

Moreover, it was explicitly forbidden to touch a single blade of grass or grain of dust in this temple.

"Creak, creak!"

The Black Feathered Demon Cultivator clenched his back teeth tightly, once, and once again, restraining his desire to clean the dust, and then he drifted out of the grand hall like a passing cloud.

As it turned out, although he had seemed to be standing still, there was in fact a very slight distance between his feet and the ground.

Time passed for about a dozen breaths.

The Black Feathered Demon Cultivator slowly drifted a short distance away before turning his back to the dilapidated temple and letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Phew, I finally got out."

Out of sight, out of mind, his mood slightly improved, and he planned to use the True Sun Fire to thoroughly disinfect himself. But before he could act, the Black Feathered Demon Cultivator suddenly realized that he would probably have to come back here again the next midnight.

So, the good mood that had just relaxed him vanished without a trace.

The handsome features on his face also scrunched up in an instant.

However, what he didn't know was that.

Right after he left the old temple, the dust on the altar had mysteriously disappeared!

...

...

After the time it takes to finish a pot of wine.

The young Taoist, riding a golden light, arrived at West Pole Peak, located to the east, with two females.

What met his eyes were dozens of huge mountain peaks, clad in dense forests, piled up together in layers upon layers.

However, there was one peak among these huge mountains that was very conspicuous and strange.

That was the one in the center of all the peaks; this mountain had not even the shadow of a tree on it, bare and dark, yet astonishingly tall.

Among the already towering mountains, it stood out like a crane amongst chickens, shooting straight into the soft clouds in midair.

"This peak must be the West Pole Peak mentioned by the cultivators from the Demon Realm," Jin Xu speculated, but he wasn't entirely certain.

After all, if the West Pole Peak could be on the east side, then the highest peak might not necessarily merit the word "peak" in its name.

But the next second, what Little White said dispelled his concerns.

"Temple Master, that one is the West Pole Peak," Little White informed as everyone landed, pointing to the bare, dark high peak.

As soon as her words fell, she suddenly took a deep breath from outside the spread golden protective barrier, then joyfully said to the two people beside her.

"Little Yu Sister, Temple Master, I smell the scent of our tribe!!"

The young Taoist merely curved his lips slightly in response, then reached out to pat Little White's hair.

As soon as they had approached near this mountain range, he had used his Spiritual Sense to scan and pinpoint the Snow Wolf Clan's location; even the place they landed at was specifically chosen near the Snow Wolf Clan.

"Let's go, your tribespeople should be just at the foot of that mountain ahead. Let's head over," Jin Xu said before he could even finish, Shiqi by his side already revealed her true form, darting out like a bolt of white lightning.

However, a moment later, she returned, circling the Taoist and Yu Yaoer while urging them.

"Temple Master, Little Yu Sister, hurry up! I'll take you home!"

Seeing Little White's excited demeanor, the young Taoist couldn't help but recall the way she gnawed on Big Willow Tree before.

He grabbed Yu Yaoer beside him, tapped his toes lightly, and landed on the wolf's back. In a flash, Shiqi turned into a streak of white lightning once more, dashing towards the source of the scent.

"Er Zhuang, Zhongfeng, Little Gai... Your leader is bringing the Temple Master back, aren't you coming out to greet us?"

Little White charged toward the Snow Wolf Clan's makeshift camp as she loudly called out a string of very long names.

Many of them, like her, belonged to the middle generation of the clan.

As Shiqi called out, sitting on her back, Jin Xu and the others heard thumping footsteps from the once utterly silent Snow Wolf Clan camp up ahead, gradually growing louder.

A moment later, well over a hundred giant Snow Wolves leaped over the ice wall temporarily erected around the outskirts of the camp.

For an instant, the young Taoist felt the air temperature drop a few degrees.

The Yu Yaoer beside him couldn't help but sneeze outright.