We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

Chapter 450: Even in Death, They Still Wonʼt Let You Go!

The border between the Ten Thousand Laws Realm and the Demon Realm.

Atop the walls of the Ten Thousand Li Great Wall, a ”young girl” of small and delicate build stood gazing down at everything below.

Beneath the wall, countless cultivators from the Ten Thousand Laws Realm and demon cultivators from the Demon Realm were locked in fierce battle.

Gradually, the young girlʼs gaze settled on a particular man.

The man held a longsword in his hand, and the sharp sword qi radiating from it reached into every corner of the battlefield. Wherever his sword qi swept, demons were slaughtered without exception, their physical forms either obliterated into a mist of blood, or annihilated in both body and soul, leaving them without even the chance to reincarnate.

”City Lord, who is that person?”

A maidservant by the name of Fuʼer stood beside the young girl, gazing at the man below the wall with intense curiosity.

The last time Fuʼer had encountered a sword cultivator this formidable was when the Sect Master of Ten Thousand Swords Sect had fought and tempered her sword below the wall, seeking to prove her Dao and ascend.

In the end, that Sect Master Jiang had slain a demon cultivator at the perfect stage of the Immortal realm, one who had likewise been seeking to prove their Dao and ascend.

After Sect Master Jiang stepped into the Ascension realm, the battle merits she had accumulated were more than enough to have her name carved into the wall.
Before leaving the Ten Thousand Li Great Wall, that poised and cold female sword immortal had carved the character ”Qing” into the stone, right beside the two characters ”Xiao Mo.”

”Him? Heʼs a sword cultivator who is quite impressive,” He Yeye said, taking a bite of her candied hawthorn skewer and spitting the hawthorn seeds casually onto the wall.

”A quite impressive sword cultivator...”

Hearing the City Lordʼs assessment, Fuʼerʼs eyes went even wider.

In Fuʼerʼs view, being called ”quite impressive” by the City Lord meant this sword cultivator had to be truly extraordinary, because when the City Lord had previously evaluated Sect Master Jiang, she had used those same four words, ”quite impressive,” to describe her.

”Then, City Lord, is he as impressive as Sect Master Jiang?” Fuʼer asked again.

A young girl named Duʼer raised her fingers to cover her lips and smiled softly, helping to answer Fuʼerʼs question on behalf of her City Lord.

”Little Sister Fuʼer, the way of the sword is divided into three parts: sword forms, sword qi, and sword intent.”

”In this world, there are three sword cultivators who have each pushed one of these three parts to the absolute extreme.”

”The sword intent of Ten Thousand Swords Sectʼs Sect Master Jiang is something no one in this world can match.”

”And as for the sword qi of every sword cultivator in the world, Iʼm afraid not a single one can compare to this gentleman standing below the Ten Thousand Li Wall.”

”Gentleman?” It was only then that Fuʼer noticed that the cultivator slaughtering demons as casually as one cuts vegetables was actually dressed in a scholarʼs blue robe. ”He isnʼt just a sword cultivator, heʼs also a scholar?”

”Mm.” He Yeye gave a small nod. ”This person was indeed a scholar four thousand years ago. His learning was quite respectable.”

”...” Fuʼerʼs admiration only deepened.

A scholar praised by the City Lord as having ”quite respectable learning,” and on top of that, his swordsmanship was not too shabby either. This was truly too impressive!

”But City Lord, why is he cutting his way over from the direction of the Demon Realm?”

Fuʼer asked again.

The battle had already been going on for some time when this person suddenly appeared from behind the Demon Realmʼs lines.

At first, she had even thought he was some great demon.

”Now that is a long story.” He Yeye let out a few cold laughs. ”After all, sometimes people can be more terrifying than demons. When people refuse to let you live, you have no choice but to go to the Demon Realm and make a life for yourself there.”

Fuʼer could not quite follow what the City Lord was saying.

She looked toward Sister Duʼer beside her.

Duʼer only smiled and shook her head without answering.

It was then that Fuʼer realized this matter likely touched on some confidential affair, and she asked no further.

As evening fell, the sounds of battle gradually faded, and the setting sun dyed the battlefield red.

The demon army withdrew, and the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Li Great Wall made their way back up to the battlements one after another.

Luo Yang flew up to the top of the wall and stood before He Yeye, his wife Wang Yue following close behind him.

”Greetings to the City Lord.” Luo Yang cupped his hands and bowed.

”Greetings, City Lord.” Wang Yue also placed both hands before her and gave a bow.

”Thereʼs no need for formalities.” He Yeye sat perched on the giantʼs shoulder, legs crossed, her small hands picking at her soft little feet. ”Why has Mister Luo returned from the Demon Realm?”

Luo Yang smiled and said, ”I heard that my junior brother got married. As his senior brother, I already feel bad enough for having missed the wedding ceremony, so if I still donʼt bring a gift to send over, then Iʼd really be a failure of a senior brother.”

”Heh heh heh.” He Yeye let out a few cold laughs, set her feet down, and crossed her arms over her chest. ”That junior brother of yours is living quite comfortably these days, Iʼll have you know.”

Luo Yang could naturally hear the gloating satisfaction in He Yeyeʼs tone. He shook his head with a somewhat helpless expression and said nothing more.

”But then again,” He Yeye looked over at the characters ”Xiao Mo” carved into the wallʼs stone stele, a faint trace of reminiscence flickering across her eyes, ”he did so much for this world in the past. Living a little more comfortably in this lifetime doesnʼt seem like such a bad thing.”

With that, He Yeye reached into her storage pouch and produced a jade token, which she tossed to Luo Yang.

”This is?” Luo Yang asked.

”His residence in the Ten Thousand Li City.” He Yeye dropped the bamboo skewer from her candied hawthorn. ”All these years, his place has been kept just as it was. I even added a few pieces of furniture and had it renovated from time to time, so that whenever he feels like it one day and remembers to come back, he can move right in.”

”This one thanks the City Lord on behalf of his junior brother.” Luo Yang tucked the jade token close to his person.

”Thereʼs nothing to thank me for.” He Yeye let out a yawn, the small hand that had just been picking at her foot patting over her mouth. ”Alright, alright, I wonʼt see Mister Luo out. Take your time on the way.”

”Farewell.”

Luo Yang cupped his hands and bowed once more, then led his wife down from the wall and flew off into the Ten Thousand Laws Realm.

He Yeye remained seated at her post atop the wall.

Below the wall, the cultivators were cleaning up the battlefield, tallying the demons they had slain, tending to the wounded, or carrying back the bodies of their friends and family.

Just as the last trace of the setting sun dipped below the horizon and nightfall was about to descend, He Yeyeʼs brow furrowed ever so slightly.

At the same moment, quite a few others raised their heads, following He Yeyeʼs gaze toward the direction of the Demon Realm.

High in the sky above that border city, the clouds parted, and an enormous foxʼs head broke through the cloud layer, looking out toward the Ten Thousand Laws Realm.

Nine long fox tails, each stretching a hundred zhang, swayed gently in the air.

The oppressive aura of an ancient divine beast blanketed the entire battlefield.

Quite a few cultivators below the wall felt as though they faced a mortal enemy, fear flooding their hearts. Under the gaze of that foxʼs head, the vast majority of them seemed to lose even the will to resist, not daring to move so much as an inch.

”City Lord...” Fuʼer looked at He Yeye with nervous eyes.

”What are you so tense about?” He Yeye shot Fuʼer a sidelong glance. ”Itʼs nothing more than a dharma image projection.”

As she spoke, He Yeye clicked her tongue with considerable displeasure, her brow furrowed as she muttered to herself, her tone laced with exasperation, ”That Xiao Mo really... youʼre a scholar! What business did you have provoking the fox clan?”

”Even in death, they still wonʼt let you go!”

”Serves you right!”