After a few short screams.
The short blade in Long Xuanye’s hand pointed downward, and black-red blood slowly gathered at the tip.
He lightly flicked his wrist.
Drip.
A drop of blood fell into the dust.
Behind him, five demon corpses had already collapsed.
Their deaths were all different, but almost every one had been killed in a single strike.
Among those of the same rank, with his terrifyingly high skill proficiency, even savage demons were nothing more than toys before Long Xuanye.
Long Xuanye slid the short blade back into his waist.
Moonlight covered his body, leaving a faint silver glow over him.
In his mind, a dark blue light screen appeared.
[Congratulations, host.
Mission completed.
Obtained 0.5 points of Innate Dark Internal Spiritual Power.]
Long Xuanye turned around and pushed open the creaking wooden door of the thatched hut.
He leaned in and looked toward the pile of dry grass.
Cai’er was still curled up asleep.
Her breathing was even and long, as if she had noticed nothing outside.
He let out a breath.
Then, moving quietly, he lay back down beside her.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, Long Xuanye suddenly felt a pair of small, childish hands climb onto his waist from the side.
Those arms did not use much force, but they held him tightly.
Beside his ear came Cai’er’s vague, nasal murmur.
“Xuanye… don’t leave me…”
Long Xuanye’s heart skipped a beat.
He slowly turned around.
Under the moonlight, he saw the girl’s tightly furrowed brows and the trace of unease on her face.
He reached out and gently held the small hand wrapped around his waist.
It was soft, carrying a warmth unique to a young girl.
As if sensing the warmth of his palm, Cai’er’s furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
The corners of her lips lifted slightly in her sleep, and she slept even more peacefully.
Long Xuanye stared at her quiet sleeping face.
His heart softened.
He did not pull his hand away.
He let her hold him like that, holding her hand as they both sank into sleep.
…
At the same time.
Demon territory.
A border fortress.
Inside a dark stone castle, torchlight flickered, casting the hideous demon god carvings on the walls into shifting light and shadow.
A tall and burly demon sat on a chair carved from a single block of black stone.
He was Mordock, a sixth-rank border patrol commander under the command of the Star Demon God Vassago.
A faint black demonic mist lingered around him, revealing his powerful strength.
Several travel-worn demon scouts knelt on one knee before him, their heads lowered deeply.
“Speak!
How many of the squads we sent out have failed to return?”
Mordock’s voice was steady, yet it carried heavy pressure.
One scout answered in fear.
“Reporting to Commander… Ever since news of that human genius’s awakening spread across the border, every faction has sent out large numbers of people to search…”
“Our patrol squads have also increased severalfold, but… but the number of missing squads has also grown.”
Mordock’s crimson eyes showed no emotion.
“Report the areas those missing squads were responsible for.”
Another scout immediately answered, “Yes!
Three squads disappeared at Blackstone Pass!
Two squads disappeared in Deadwood Forest!
Also… the abandoned town outside Odin Town has already lost contact with two squads!”
Mordock’s fingers lightly tapped the armrest of his stone chair.
Tap.
Tap.
“Interesting.
Losing two squads in the same place.
It seems there are experts moving through those areas.”
Greed flashed in his eyes.
It might not be that human genius.
But what if it was?
That would be a great achievement.
Even if they failed to catch him, they could still capture a few humans along the border and interrogate them.
They would gain some useful information sooner or later.
“Pass down my order!”
Mordock’s voice suddenly rose.
“All patrol squads are to increase their search intensity in those areas!
That abandoned town included.
Send more teams there!”
“As long as that human genius is still on the border, he is dead!
Even if he is not there, it does not matter.”
The lead scout hesitated after hearing this, then forced himself to ask, “Commander… such a large-scale operation, will it not be… meaningless?
It may only increase casualties…”
Mordock’s tapping stopped.
He slowly turned his head.
His crimson pupils locked onto the scout.
“Are you questioning me?”
Cold sweat instantly poured from the scout’s body.
He trembled violently and no longer dared to say another word.
“Get out and carry out the order.”
“Yes!
Yes!”
The scouts felt as if they had received amnesty and quickly crawled out of the stone castle.
In the empty hall, only Mordock remained.
He let out a low cold laugh.
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The demon race already had too large a population.
The number of low-level demons was even more excessive.
Using war like this, using human blood to consume some useless trash, was actually healthy development.
Of course, there was no need to explain that to the “demons” below him.
Dawn brightened.
Long Xuanye opened his eyes.
The space beside him was already empty, leaving only a faint fragrance that belonged to a young girl.
His heart tightened.
He suddenly sat up, only to hear the wooden door of the hut being gently pushed open.
Sheng Cai’er walked in, carrying a small bundle of firewood covered in dew.
Seeing that he had woken up, a soft smile appeared on her face.
“Xuanye, you’re awake.”
…
After a simple breakfast, the two sat cross-legged in the open space in front of the hut and entered cultivation together.
The Chaos Spiritual Stove slowly revolved inside Long Xuanye’s body.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him seemed to be pulled by some force, turning into thin streams invisible to the naked eye and rushing madly into his body.
In just one day.
Long Xuanye’s internal spiritual power rose from 102 points to 106 points in one go.
A full 4 points.
“This…”
Long Xuanye opened his eyes, surprise flashing in his pupils.
He clearly remembered that in the original work, even Long Haochen, with the support of the Saint Guidance Spiritual Stove, had cultivated at a speed of less than two points of internal spiritual power per day.
His current speed was more than twice that.
At this rate, perhaps he would not even need two or three months to accumulate 500 points of internal spiritual power and break through to the fourth rank!
This cultivation efficiency was truly terrifying.
Long Xuanye’s heart began to beat faster from excitement.
He had not forgotten…
Long Xingyu.
That great enemy.
Not only for revenge, but also to protect himself, he had to grow stronger quickly.
“Xuanye is amazing.”
Sheng Cai’er’s voice carried sincere joy.
She stood up and wanted to walk over like usual to pat his head.
But just as she took one step, her body suddenly swayed without warning and fell forward.
“Cai’er!”
Long Xuanye reacted instantly.
In a flash, he caught her in his arms.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, supporting her.
In Cai’er’s eyes, that gray-white light seemed to have grown even thicker.
Her gaze was a little unfocused.
But she only shook her head.
“Don’t worry about me, Xuanye.”
“When I went out this morning, I already became familiar with the surroundings.”
“Huh?” Long Xuanye froze.
Cai’er’s eyes suddenly brightened.
Unlike her usual quiet self, she began speaking nonstop.