The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard

Both the Demon Clan and the Human Race on the city walls were all given quite a scare.

This peal of Thunderbolt absolutely carried the aura of the True Immortal Realm.

None but an Immortal could unleash it.

Everyone looked up and saw a group of Daoists riding Exotic Beasts, treading the air as they came, then landing one after another atop the city walls.

Wu Song stood at the front of the wall, Blood Knife in hand, the Demonic Beasts beneath him already piled more than ten meters thick.

He fixed his gaze on a man riding a Giant Eagle and shouted excitedly, "Brother Gongming is here!"

Wu Zhi, hearing this, suddenly came to his senses, raised his arm and shouted loudly, "Our reinforcements have arrived— the Human Race will surely win!"

"The Human Race will surely win!"

"The Human Race will surely win!"

"The Human Race will surely win!"

"..."

Shouts like thunder instantly erupted atop the walls, shaking the surrounding land.

Thunder and Lightning in the sky crashed down one wave after another, crack, crack, crack, each strike resounding like a mighty crash.

The golden lightning looked like a great umbrella, covering swathes of Demonic Beasts on the ground and blowing them into ash in patches.

The Demon Kings watched with hearts aching, crying out, "The Black Dragon King has misled us, the Black Dragon King has wronged us all!"

One Demon King immediately blew a horn made of ox-horn, ordering the Demonic Beasts to retreat in all directions at once.

The Demonic Beasts on the battlefield scattered like startled birds and beasts, surging away in all directions like a receding flood tide.

With a True Immortal descending, even Demon Kings would be reduced to ash; how could they possibly stand against such a foe.

The Demon Kings of the Seventy-Two Mountains, along with the Roaring Sky Tiger King, all fled without even looking back.

They feared that if they delayed even a moment, they would be seized by this True Immortal and flayed and dismembered alive.

The city, which had been on the verge of collapse, suddenly became quiet, with only the howls and screams of fleeing Demonic Beasts echoing in all directions.

Wu Song leapt onto the city wall and went over with Wu Zhi; both dropped to one knee before Song Gongming, clasped their fists and gave a deep salute, calling out, "General of Yang Valley Pass, Wu Zhi, pays respects to Brother Gongming!"

"Yang Valley Pass Wu Song pays respects to Brother Gongming!"

Song Gongming looked at the corpses strewn across the city wall, frowned deeply and sighed, then quickly raised his hand to help the two up, saying, "You two worthy brothers, quickly rise. It’s all my fault for arriving a step too late and letting so many soldiers die in the jaws of Demonic Beasts—this is truly Song Gongming’s sin!"

"For Brother Gongming to come at all is a heavenly kindness—where is there any talk of sin! If Brother says such things, you’ll make Wu Zhi feel ashamed."

Wu Zhi was so moved that tears welled up; there was not a trace of blame in him.

Song Gongming patted his shoulder and sighed softly, "Enough, let me introduce someone to you. He is the one you should truly be thanking."

He called out toward the sky, "Daoist Master Gongsun, the Demonic Beasts have withdrawn, come down!"

A streak of golden light flashed across the sky, like a True Dragon swimming through the air, and landed before the two Wu brothers.

It was a middle-aged Daoist, clad in a black Eight Trigrams Daoist Robe.

His face was like a red date, black beard framing his cheeks, immortal aura coiling around him; he looked every bit the image of a consummate master.

Wu Zhi, together with Wu Song, clasped his fists and bowed, then spoke excitedly to the Daoist, "Brother, might you be cultivating on the Two Immortal Mountains, known to the world as Cloud Piercer Gongsun Sheng?"

The Daoist stroked his beard and smiled faintly, "It is indeed this poor Daoist."

Wu Zhi turned to Wu Song with delight, "Second Brother, quickly, come pay respects to this Immortal Brother."

Wu Song had long heard of Gongsun Sheng’s great name; he clasped his fists, then knelt and offered a grand salute, saying, "Elder Brother Gongsun above, please accept a bow from Wu Song!"

Gongsun Sheng, horsetail whisk in hand, hurriedly raised his hand to stop him, "Young hero, this must not be. Your fame now far surpasses that of this poor Daoist!"

Wu Song rose and asked curiously, "Brother, you’ve heard my name?"

Gongsun Sheng stroked his beard and laughed, "More than heard it—your name is like thunder in my ears. Your feat on Jingyang Mountain, killing the fierce Tiger Demon with your bare hands, has already spread across the land of Qi and Lu. Seeing you today, brother, you are indeed extraordinary."

Everyone burst into laughter, all overjoyed.

Wu Zhi hurried to play the host, "Look at me, I got carried away with my own joy. Brothers, please come to my residence so we can speak properly at home. I’ll have a banquet prepared for you at once."

He had his deputy general handle the aftermath and invited Song Gongming and the rest back to his own residence.

The situation inside the city was grim; along the way, cries and screams could be heard everywhere.

Many of the houses along the main streets were badly damaged, smashed to pieces by huge boulders, whole sections turned into ruins.

Song Gongming said, "The Demon Clan has always kept to its own, the water of their wells not mixing with the water of ours. How did they become so violent this time? For the sake of a single Little Tiger Demon, they dared to muster such a massive host to attack Yang Valley Pass?"

Wu Zhi said, "Isn’t it all because the Black Dragon King lent them his courage? This Black Dragon King has been wooing Demon Kings everywhere and has carved out his own domain at Liangshan Lake. This time he clearly intended to use Yang Valley Pass as a show of force, to win fame and credit among the Demon Clan."

Song Gongming asked curiously, "Then why didn’t this Black Dragon King come today?"

Wu Zhi was completely baffled, "Wasn’t it you, Brother, who stopped him?"

Song Gongming shook his head, "I went to seek Daoist Master Gongsun overnight and rushed here with him at dawn. I never went to Liangshan Lake."

"That is strange indeed?"

Wu Zhi and Wu Song exchanged glances, thinking their intelligence might have been wrong.

Wu Song said happily, "It’s just as well that he didn’t come, it spared us another battle. If the Demon Clan had truly leaned on his power, who knows how long they’d have tormented this place."

Wu Zhi nodded with a light laugh, "Indeed."

The group entered the Commander-in-chief’s Residence, and the servants immediately set up a banquet.

A bout of food and wine hospitality need not be detailed.

After the seventy-two Demon Kings outside the city retreated, they did not dare return home.

They feared the Human Race Immortals would go to their lairs and wipe them out one by one.

After some discussion, they all headed to Liangshan Lake, intending to demand justice from the Black Dragon King.

Since the Human Race Immortals could come, the Black Dragon King not showing up was nothing less than standing them up and getting them all harmed!

The Demon Kings were dissatisfied and wanted to question the Black Dragon King clearly.

Little did they know, the Black Dragon King was currently pinned down in a black quagmire like a Black Loach.

Only two people had come—one man and one woman.

Yet they had beaten the Black Dragon King and his hundreds of thousands of Little Demons flat on the ground, not daring to move.

The Black Dragon King was thoroughly depressed, thinking to himself what sins he had committed to attract such experts.

On Liangshan, Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya took a stroll around and were left speechless.

If that man and woman weren’t them, who else could they be?

Liangshan Lake was encircled by water on all sides, with an island in the middle.

But it was no auspicious geomantic treasure, just a foul-smelling swamp.

Black poisonous water bubbled up from the earth’s lungs, gurgling and spitting bubbles, sending up wisps of yellow toxic smoke that filled the entire island.

Wang Xiaoya teased with a smile, "So this is the place you picked for us to settle down? The scenery truly is something else."

Long Fei gave a wry smile, "I only knew that Black Dragon had already turned his fleshly body into an Immortal; I never imagined his taste would be so poor that he’d live in such filth."

Wang Xiaoya asked, "Then shall we look for another place?"

Long Fei shook his head, "Since we’re here, let’s settle here. It’s precisely because this is such a barren, vile land that no one bothered to fight the Black Dragon over it. If this were an Immortal’s Cave Heavens, how could it ever have fallen to him?"

"Is this place really workable?"

Wang Xiaoya looked at the pitch-black ground and the thickets of thorny, dead trees and truly couldn’t appreciate this island.

Long Fei patted her shoulder reassuringly, "There’s an old saying in the Human Realm, ’With lofty resolve, one dares to reshape heaven and earth.’ We’ll overturn the heavens and earth right here and turn this barren, vile land into a Feng Shui treasure!"

He was well-versed in the arts of Feng Shui, more than capable of reshaping an island.

What’s more, the location of this island was special, making it not difficult to work with.

To the south, Liangshan Lake bordered Yunze Lake; to the east, it neighbored the great sea, and a Great River flowed into it as well.

All it needed was for the earth veins to be cleared, and this place would immediately become a land no less than a Cave Heaven Blessed Land.