Monarch Night

Sun Wutian chuckled and said:

"However, what you said about the seven pieces is correct, because two of them are with Yan Nan, as the token of the Vice Sect Master who is the first to manage sect affairs."

"The other seven pieces: Duan Xiyang and I each have one, and the third was given to Kuangren Halberd."

"You all know about my situation over here, in short, although I successfully resurrected, I lost my piece."

Sun Wutian seemed a bit dejected as he spoke about this, and drank two bowls of wine.

"Then the others were given to several elder demons who founded the sect."

"Later on, it seems that those old guys all died. Which means... four of them are still waiting to resurrect."

"They are Yin Demon, Blood Demon, Succubus, and Evil Sword."

"Yin Demon, Succubus, Evil Sword, and I, all investigated the Guardians six thousand years ago to discover the secret why Wei Wo Zheng Sect couldn’t produce any geniuses; at that time, Dongfang Sansan spread the word that the reason might be in the Southeast Wan Ling Zhi Forest—a very confidential and detailed rumor."

"These three old guys were so arrogant, convinced they were invincible, they teamed up with me and ventured into the Southeast, but the Guardians unleashed all their experts, not sparing a single one, and even Dongfang Sansan took action personally—none of us escaped, and we were trapped and killed in the Southeast!"

Sun Wutian sighed deeply.

Light flickered in his eyes, as if recalling that battle from years ago.

"That battle... we nearly flattened the mountains in the Southeast... but still didn’t escape, at that time the Guardians were truly... fighting desperately."

"Dongfang Sansan knew we might have the ability to resurrect, so he set up the Soul Searching Sky Receiving Array in the Southeast to suppress all spiritual souls! We couldn’t get any nourishment... it wasn’t until after the suppression was lifted that we found out it was the Sect Leader who defeated the gods three thousand years ago, kicking the Divine Mountain and lifting the suppression, that gave us the chance to resurrect, otherwise, even having that piece of jade would be useless!"

Sun Wutian said, "Now that I have successfully resurrected, presumably Yin Demon, Succubus, and Evil Sword are about the same, so this time you came, it’s very likely one of them."

"Makes sense!"

Feng Yun and Bei Mingxin became energized at once: "Does that mean we need to lock onto that area around Wan Ling Zhi Forest?"

Sun Wutian replied calmly: "I didn’t say that, how to search specifically is still up to you to decide."

Though that was what he said, Feng Yun and Bei Mingxin both felt they had found a target.

Suddenly, their spirits were lifted.

Both felt the same: having an old guy around makes things easier.

Originally searching directionless, but now it’s crystal clear?

Feng Yun felt a great relief, and laughed: "Is the owner of the last jade piece the Blood Demon?"

Bei Mingxin also finally smiled, saying: "It’s Blood Evil Demon Lord, well, Blood Demon for short. This predecessor might still be early, it’s said he was active roughly less than a thousand years ago... He supposedly took a disciple here in the Southeast, handled some business, and after completing tasks, was strolling around when he encountered Ningxue Sword and Dongfang Zhongming here, getting severely beaten by the two of them, and ultimately fell in Baixiang Continent."

Sun Wutian clicked his tongue and said, "That’s really bold, since it was over but didn’t hurry to leave, casually strolling around... "

Then he continued, "It can’t be the Blood Demon’s, just a mere thousand years, too short."

Feng Yun and Bei Mingxin felt the same: Yes, it’s too short a time.

How many years do Sun Wutian and the others have? Compared to Blood Demon’s time?

This isn’t even on the same level.

"However, if the Blood Demon were to resurrect, he should be at Baixiang Continent."

Sun Wutian inferred based on his experiences, saying: "Push forward another seven, eight hundred years, can prepare, within two thousand years, should be able to retrieve."

Feng Yun felt immense relief, laughed heartily, and said: "By then, it won’t be me retrieving. Let someone else worry about it."

Bei Mingxin smiled as well and said: "Right, by then Young Master Yun will be at the Headquarters, reigning over the world."

With a goal set, the mood lightened.

Bei Mingxin and Feng Yun were both quite relaxed, drinking freely and joyfully.

"Tomorrow head to Wan Ling Zhi Forest, and scrutinize the terrain."

Feng Yun smiled: "Beitan Master, it seems you’ll be getting busy."

Bei Mingxin sighed: "The busier the better, hopefully staying occupied in the Southeast for several years... before going back."

"Hahaha..."

Even Sun Wutian couldn’t help but smile at this statement.

They are truly terrified of Bi Changhong.

"Mr. Sun, would you like to join us?" Feng Yun asked.

If Sun Wutian came along, it would add to their confidence.

"I’ll leave it be."

Sun Wutian thought of Fang Che, he hadn’t given the promised supplies yet. They called him Grandmaster for half a day, but he hadn’t even given a meeting gift.

Moreover, his Hen Tian Blade was already destroyed. Now, despite still being very powerful, he’d never return to his peak in this life.

Currently, Fang Che is his only hope; he’s genuinely the one who could train Hen Tian Blade to its peak, even reaching levels beyond what he achieved.

This can’t be delayed.

The more he thought, the more resentment grew.

That damn Ningxue Sword!

Like a tiger that’s fallen, being bullied by dogs; back in his peak, what could Rui Qianshan amount to in front of him?

And now, actually being knocked down in mental realm by that scoundrel!

The more he thought, the more unsettling he felt!