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However, there is something more important than Li Yunyang right now, which is to find out the whereabouts of the Demon Lord's Million Demon Army. As long as this mob exists, it is like a ticking time bomb, always at risk of exploding.
Xiang Xueer took a deep breath and decided to forget all about Li Yunyang's troubles. What she needed to do next was to investigate the hidden whereabouts of the Demon Army.
"Shirley, what should we do now?" Ling Zhu and Fat Ancestor asked in unison. Xiang Xueer hesitated for a moment; it seemed they should first leave this damned snow mountain. After finding Lan Ran Qingtian, they could see if there were any leads before making further plans.
After some discussion, they realized there was no other way but to follow Xiang Xueer's plan, regroup, and prepare the Five Divine Artifacts before heading towards the town outside the snow mountain.
The group arrived at a small market called He Family Town nearby and immediately saw various characters on the road. Judging by the weapons they carried, they looked like Exorcists. A few were resting and drinking tea at a small teahouse by the street.
"What’s going on? How can there be so many Exorcists in such a small village?" Xiang Xueer scanned the street with her Red Eyes. These people seemed to have come from all directions; could it be that something major had happened nearby?
"Hey, have you heard? The top Saint Ten, Feng Qingyang, has killed the Demon Lord!" A thin man whispered to a scar-faced man sitting with him.
The scar-faced man shook his head proudly, "Of course! What was that Demon Lord? In front of Feng Qingyang, he just died without a fight. I thought he was so powerful; turns out he’s nothing but that, haha!"
These two fools really got the news fast; it was surprising that an event from just a day ago had already spread. Moreover, within just a few hours, all the incoming Exorcists had gathered around here. What was going on?
At that moment, three men at another table began to murmur: "Hmph! I didn’t expect Saint Ten to send out requests for help from each Waystation. As long as they can find the Million Demon Army under the Demon Lord's command, they can earn a reward. Just for some information, it's one million taels of silver!"
The others immediately stopped what they were doing and put down their cups. Fat Ancestor suddenly smiled: "Oh, I see! It seems that the Million Demon Army has also been quite a headache for Saint Ten; otherwise, they wouldn’t need to send out messages from each Waystation."
"Exactly! It seems those old geezers haven’t found any leads on the Demon Army!" Ling Zhu said happily while sipping her tea. "These idiots think that since the Demon Lord died at Cloud Summit, they all have to come here?"
Xiang Xueer picked up her Azure Wind Sword and slowly stood up: "Let’s go. It seems there won't be any Demon Army appearing nearby. We should head towards Central Plains; there are bound to be other clues!"
"Um?" Gunaara followed a few people with a confused expression, looking as if her mind was muddled. "Why isn't the Million Demon Army here?"
"Nonsense!" Duck jumped up and pointed at her forehead. "With that brain of yours, you think you can take my sister as your master? You're not even worthy to carry her shoes!"
Gunaara felt embarrassed, and Ling Zhu immediately explained with a smile, "It's simple. If even these idiots, the Exorcists, can think of this place and come here, how could the Demon Lord possibly place his most important army here?"
"Ah! So that's how it is!" Gunaara nodded repeatedly, finally understanding. She secretly glanced at Xiang Xueer; it seemed that if she wanted to take her as a master, she would have to work harder.
Leaving the small village at Tianshan Peak and heading south, they had already entered the Central Plains. The group planned to find a place to rest before looking for Lan Ran Qingtian. Just as they were about to enter an inn, two Exorcists came out.
As they walked, they were talking. "I didn't expect Azure Wind Sword One to die mysteriously. What kind of expert could have killed him? There are still no clues!"
"Yeah, it looks like there will be significant changes in the rankings of Saint Ten this time!" The two kept murmuring. Xiang Xueer suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned to block them. "Wait a minute, what did you just say? Azure Wind Sword One is dead?"
The two stared at them for a while. "Ah, you guys are also Exorcists? How could you not know? A few days ago, the fourth-ranked Azure Wind Sword One from Saint Ten was mysteriously killed, and the murderer has not been found yet. I think it must have been done by some powerful demon."
"Mysteriously killed? That's ridiculous! Azure Wind Sword One is at least a top expert ranked fourth in Saint Ten; how could he be easily killed?" Ling Zhu said in disbelief. Fat Ancestor was equally puzzled. "Yeah, could it be the work of the Demon Lord?"
Xiang Xueer was not concerned about that right now; she anxiously grabbed one of their sleeves and asked urgently, "If Azure Wind Sword One is dead, what about Lan Ran Qingtian? How is he doing now?"
"You mean Azure Wind Sword One's son, Lan Ran Qingtian?" one of them replied immediately. "What else is there to say? With his father dead, he has to stay home and mourn no matter what happens!"
Stay home and mourn? Xiang Xueer frowned deeply. Who could have killed Azure Wind Sword One? No, I need to check on him; Lan Ran Qingtian probably needs friends by his side right now.
As soon as Xiang Xueer turned around, Ling Zhu immediately guessed her meaning: "I know you're worried. Don't worry, Qingtian is a steady person. We'll travel overnight and go to his house!"
"Mm!" Xiang Xueer nodded, "I hope he can handle it alone, and the most important thing is to see if he knows about the Demon Army's million-strong forces."
Thus, what started as aimless searching unexpectedly turned into this situation, and they hurriedly made their way to the Blue Dye Clan's Qingtian's home.
Upon arriving at Qingtian's doorstep, they saw the impressive red pillars of his house; indeed, it was a prestigious family of Exorcists, comparable to the Ouyang Clan. However, the white lanterns and silk flowers hanging under the eaves added a touch of sorrow to this once-glorious family.
Xiang Xueer quickly jumped off her horse. At this moment, the large gate of the Blue Dye Clan was wide open, and several mourners were coming out from the main hall.
She quickened her pace and soon spotted a familiar figure kneeling in front of the Spirit Hall, dressed in white mourning clothes. Looking at that lonely and sorrowful back, Xiang Xueer felt an indescribable sadness in her heart.
"Qingtian!" Xiang Xueer called out as she stepped into the Spirit Hall. Lan Ran Qingtian suddenly felt a shock in his heart and turned around to look back, not expecting her to appear here.
Upon seeing Xiang Xueer, the pain of losing his father and the desire for revenge surged within him. He stood up, tightly clenched his fists, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Seeing his expression, Xiang Xueer quickly stepped forward and tightly embraced his shoulders, continuously patting his back: "I'm sorry we're late. Don't worry; I'm here with you. We'll find your father's killer together!"
Lan Ran Qingtian's shoulders trembled. Hearing Xiang Xueer's comforting words, he could no longer hold back and leaned on her delicate shoulder, murmuring: "I'm really useless; I still haven't found the murderer."
Indeed, as rumored outside, Azure Wind Sword One had been mysteriously killed. It had been at least ten days since then. She looked up at the Redwood Coffin above the Spirit Hall; it had yet to be buried. It seemed that until the murderer was found, Lan Ran Qingtian would not lay his father to rest.
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