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However, Ling Mo Xie and Xiao Chi could not afford to show mercy. As Ling Mo Xie's skills and Xiao Chi's flames rampaged through the black-clad figures, it wasn't long before these individuals met their end in the Underworld, leaving only a few severely injured Nascent Soul stage cultivators.
After venting his frustrations, Ling Mo Xie took a few deep breaths. He looked at the remaining few and made a gesture to Xiao Chi to pause before walking towards them.
Hearing Ling Mo Xie's footsteps approaching, the black-clad figures were terrified and began to retreat. Although they were Evil Cultivators who fought recklessly, witnessing Ling Mo Xie's earlier near-manic state—where he didn't even bother to dodge attacks—made them feel uneasy.
This unease intensified when they saw their companions falling one by one at the hands of Ling Mo Xie and Xiao Chi.
"Speak! Who are you, and why are you targeting me? I don't believe I have any grievances with you," Ling Mo Xie said as he approached the remaining black-clad figures, looking down at them with a calm demeanor.
At this moment, his mood gradually settled; this outburst had indeed served its purpose.
With his rationality returning, he began to ponder why these black-clad figures were after him. He couldn't recall offending them; could it be that someone was behind them?
The only people he had offended were the Shenwu Sect, the Feng family, and the Long family. These black-clad figures had used the Fengyun Sword as a pretext, indicating they had been plotting against him even before he arrived in the capital. Before coming to the capital, he had only offended the Feng family.
"You don't need to think too hard; they are from the Evil Path and shouldn't be people you've offended. After all, you haven't had much contact with those from the Evil Path," a steady voice suddenly chimed in.
"Whoa!" Ling Mo Xie was startled and turned towards the source of the voice. "You scared me! What are you doing here?"
The speaker was none other than Chen Yan, whom Ling Mo Xie thought had already left. After resolving the issue with Xuanhu, he assumed this fellow had departed.
"Why can't I be here?" Chen Yan replied somewhat awkwardly. He had indeed left but realized that this era was no longer one where people revered gods. Although his cultivation level was low, most people were cultivators who believed in defying fate to achieve enlightenment.
As a result, offerings to deities had long since become obsolete!
So, it seemed that the only option was to return to Ling Mo Xie, although it was unclear where Ling Mo Xie's fragrance came from.
"Alright, how do you know they are Evil Cultivators?" Ling Mo Xie glanced at Chen Yan and asked, while thinking to herself that Chen Yan had an extraordinary bloodline. If she could take him as a beast pet, it would surely be excellent!
Chen Yan, of course, was unaware that Ling Mo Xie had designs on him. Hearing her question, he shrugged his nose dismissively and said, "Isn't it obvious? They aren't using spiritual energy. Anyway, these few are just small fries; you won't get much information from them. Just kill them!"
Chen Yan glanced at the few black-clad men and spoke to Ling Mo Xie in a calm tone, as if asking her to peel an apple for him: "Can you peel this apple for me?"
Upon hearing Chen Yan's words, the faces of the black-clad men showed expressions of terror. This spirit beast could actually speak and was telling someone to kill them!
Thus, the black-clad men quickly begged for mercy: "No, please don't kill us! Although we are indeed small characters, we still know some things; otherwise, we wouldn't have come to kill you, right?"
The black-clad men looked up at Ling Mo Xie with flattering smiles and said to her.
Ling Mo Xie smiled slightly and raised an eyebrow: "Then hurry up and speak!"
Seeing Ling Mo Xie's smile, the black-clad men trembled and stuttered: "You promise us that as long as we talk, you won't kill us!"
Chen Yan noticed that the black-clad men had countered his words and shot them an annoyed glance. However, the black-clad men were entirely focused on Ling Mo Xie's response and paid no attention to Chen Yan.
Ling Mo Xie looked at Chen Yan and said, "Alright, if you know anything useful, hurry up and say it! If it's useful information, I won't kill you."
Hearing Ling Mo Xie's words, the black-clad men felt as if they had been granted a reprieve and eagerly exclaimed: "Useful! It's definitely useful! Our information is guaranteed to be useful!"
"Well, speak!" Ling Mo Xie nodded.
"It's not that we can't afford to deal with you; it's the Gate Master we have to face..." One of the men in black had just uttered this when he suddenly exploded in front of Ling Mo Xie, his blood and flesh splattering everywhere. Even Ling Mo Xie, who had almost become accustomed to the brutality of this Cultivation World, couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea.
"This..." The remaining men in black exchanged terrified glances, their faces filled with fear.
"No way, we can't say anything! The Gate Master won't let us go!" Suddenly, one of the men in black shouted and turned to flee into the distance.
"Hmph! I told you these little minions are useless; we won't get anything out of them!" Chen Yan snorted coldly and said in a low voice, though her tone sounded somewhat strange.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" As soon as Chen Yan finished speaking, the men in black fell one after another to the ground, dead.
Ling Mo Xie glanced at Chen Yan, fully aware that it was her doing.
Seeing Ling Mo Xie looking at her, Chen Yan remained unfazed and innocently said, "They were just too weak; I only said a few words."
"Let's go. You're right; it seems we can't get anything from such small fry." Ling Mo Xie looked at Chen Yan and said to Hong Chi and Chen Yan.
By the time Ling Mo Xie returned to the capital with Hong Chi and Chen Yan, it was already the evening of the second day. Arriving at the City Wall, Ling Mo Xie frowned; the atmosphere felt off.
The passersby appeared hurried, some even dragging their families along. Upon exiting the city gates, they hurried away into the distance. From their anxious expressions, it seemed they were eager to leave and never return.
"Could something have happened?" Ling Mo Xie furrowed his brows and said softly.
"Isn't this simple? Sir, what happened in the city? Why is everyone rushing out?"
Hearing Ling Mo Xie's muttering, Hong Chi, who was focused on licking the Candied Hawthorn in his hand, raised an eyebrow and asked a nearby White-Haired Old Man.
The White-Haired Old Man initially felt himself being grabbed and tried to shake off his arm to leave. Upon seeing it was a child like Hong Chi, he sighed and said, "You should hurry and leave with your family. Nothing much has happened in the city, but the soldiers of Feng Qian Guo have already reached Spirit City. It seems Izumo Kingdom is doomed. Those Sect Disciples are doing just fine, completely unaffected!"
The Old Man sighed as he spoke.
After hearing the Old Man's words, Ling Mo Xie and Hong Chi exchanged glances. Spirit City! They had passed by it on their way to the capital, only a hundred miles away. It seemed the situation was indeed serious!
I promised Dongfang Siyu that even without treasures, I would protect Izumo Kingdom!
Ling Mo Xie's expression turned solemn as he silently told himself. He looked at the towering City Wall before turning to Hong Chi and said, "We're not going back to the capital. We're heading to Spirit City right now!"
With that, he turned and walked in the opposite direction of the city gate. There was no point in entering the capital, and he truly didn't know how to face Izumo King after all that had happened with his daughter.
Although Hong Chi was puzzled about why Ling Mo Xie wasn't returning to the capital, he obediently followed him. As for Chen Yan, it was even less concerned; it just wanted something to eat!
Arriving at a secluded spot with no one around, Ling Mo Xie immediately summoned his mount, Xiao Peng, and leaped onto its back.
Due to being in the Cultivation World, there were no restrictions on the number of riders on mounts. Hong Chi and Chen Yan jumped up as well. Under Ling Mo Xie's command, Xiao Peng flapped its wings and soared high into the sky, quickly flying toward Spirit City.
Before the sun had completely set, Ling Mo Xie had already brought Hong Chi and Chen Yan outside Spirit City. From a distance, they could hear the sounds of fierce fighting echoing through the air, shaking the white clouds above.
The battlefield lay beneath the gates of Spirit City, where countless spells flickered and the sounds of battle echoed. The soldiers were mostly at the Enlightenment stage, while the junior officers were around the Golden Core stage. However, the generals in the main tent were far more formidable, some even at the Out-of-Body stage!
"What should we do? Boss, maybe we shouldn't get involved. If their general makes a move, we're done for. Besides, with our strength, we can't possibly stop them..."
Xiao Chi stood atop Xiao Peng, looking up at Ling Mo Xie beside him. Although he was furious about Dongfang Siyu's death, he remained calm under the circumstances.
"No! How can you know it's impossible if you haven't tried? I won't let the Cloud Nation disappear," Ling Mo Xie said, clenching his fists as he gazed down at the battlefield engulfed in flames. The soldiers of Spirit City were retreating steadily and had already fallen back to the city walls. Unless something unexpected happened, they would likely be overwhelmed by nightfall.
"Hehe, I can help you this time, but..."
Chen Yan observed the scene below with a calm demeanor as he spoke to Ling Mo Xie.
He wasn't very familiar with Dongfang Siyu and had no intention of protecting the Cloud Nation; he was completely at ease.
"You?" Ling Mo Xie shot a skeptical glance at Chen Yan and said, "Your cultivation level is only around the Nascent Soul stage. What can you possibly do?"
Hearing Ling Mo Xie's doubts, Chen Yan rolled his eyes and replied, "Are you underestimating my identity? My cultivation level doesn't represent all my power."
"What do you want in return?" Ling Mo Xie asked after a moment of surprise at Chen Yan's words. He ultimately chose to trust him, as he didn't believe Chen Yan would help for no reason.
At that moment, as Xiao Peng hovered high above the battlefield and Ling Mo Xie conversed with Chen Yan, a general from Feng Qian Nation had already noticed the circling Xiao Peng in the sky.
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