Yang Jing hurriedly offered a respectful bow.

"Thank you for your protection, True Monarch Dong, and you as well, Great Saint."

He hadn’t forgotten the man who was built like an iron tower.

The large man split his mouth into a grin, revealing a smile that could make an infant cry.

"You’re a polite one, for a pretty boy."

He put a little extra force into a pat on Yang Jing’s shoulder. When he saw that it didn’t knock Yang Jing to the ground, he said in surprise,

"You have some Qi Power. I’m surprised you didn’t fall flat on your face. Guess you’re not just some ordinary pretty boy."

Yang Jing possessed the Copper Head and Iron Arm Talent and cultivated the True Yang Body. His physical resilience was far superior to that of other Foundation Establishment Cultivators at his level. The man had only used enough Qi Power to embarrass him, so Yang Jing withstood it with ease.

"You flatter me, Great Saint."

Seeing how polite Yang Jing was, the large man suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

"I’m Cen Huan. If you run into any trouble in the Dong Kingdom, just drop my name."

Dong Yiming’s expression darkened, and he ordered Cen Huan back to guard the Celestial Sea Marketplace.

"True Monarch Dong, who was that Nascent Soul Cultivator that attacked us?"

Yang Jing asked, his expression grave.

Before that Nascent Soul Cultivator even appeared, they had used some bizarre Magic to immobilize everyone. Not even Yang Jing and Zuoqiu Feng could escape it.

That was why, even now, Yang Jing had no idea who the Nascent Soul Cultivator was.

This Nascent Soul Cultivator had been tailing him ever since he left the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion, and they clearly wanted something from him. Yang Jing knew he wouldn’t be able to rest until he uncovered their identity.

Dong Yiming didn’t hide anything. He said to Yang Jing,

"That Nascent Soul Cultivator is a woman. I may be worldly and experienced, but I couldn’t identify her Cultivation Technique. I am certain, however, that it’s not a Demon Sect Skill, nor is it an art passed down from the Six Sects. The greatest difference between her and an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator is that she has somehow enslaved an Evil God of the Nascent Soul Realm!"

Yang Jing’s eyes widened instantly.

’The return of the Evil Gods isn’t supposed to happen for another fifty years! How can an Evil God powerful enough to match a Nascent Soul appear now? Have the wings I’ve flapped truly altered the course of the Nine Heavens World so drastically?’

His thoughts immediately jumped to Sima Peng and the Mingfei Joyful Method.

"If I hadn’t been cautious enough to call Cen Huan over, I might not have been able to save you from her,"

Dong Yiming said to Yang Jing.

He turned his gaze to the West Sea Great Saint pulling the Flying Boat.

"I never would have thought you could command a Profound Whale, Yang Jing. They are explosive by nature and extremely difficult to tame. My Dong Family once tried to domesticate them to expand our sea borders and transport goods. We wasted vast amounts of Spirit Stones and effort with nothing to show for it."

Yang Jing concealed the West Sea Great Saint’s true identity.

"This whale was also being hunted by the Human Demon. By sheer luck, I ended up fleeing for my life alongside it. We made a pact that I would set it free as soon as we reach safety."

’This Elder from the Dong Family might look like a kind and amiable senior right now, but if he found out this Profound Whale was actually the West Sea Great Saint who had seized a new body, he might get other ideas.’

Dong Yiming sensed the evasiveness in Yang Jing’s words but didn’t press the matter.

After all, Yang Jing was a disciple in Canxuan True Monarch’s good graces, not some ordinary disciple from the Six Sects. It was perfectly normal for him to have a few secrets.

Once they were certain it was completely safe, the Flying Boat began to slowly ascend, breaking the surface of the water. The Profound Whale’s colossal body immediately drew cries of alarm. If the Flying Boat hadn’t surfaced with it, the Cultivators on the nearby sea vessels would have already been preparing to abandon their ships and flee.

"True Monarch Dong, what was the outcome of the Magical Combat between Canxuan True Monarch and the Human Demon?"

Yang Jing asked worriedly.

"Don’t worry. Senior Brother Canxuan has already won!"

The words were barely out of Dong Yiming’s mouth when the Demon Sect Flying Boat surfaced. Compared to its previous sinister and imposing appearance, the vessel was now a pathetic sight. Its hull was riddled with massive cracks, claw marks, and gaping holes.

The three True Phoenix heads that once adorned it had been ripped clean off, exposing the stark white bones of the ship’s inner frame.

This Flying Boat was a product of Demonic Qi twisting the laws of the Nine Heavens World. Without the Demonic Qi to sustain it, it immediately began to rot and fall apart. Great quantities of flesh putrefied, oozing pus and blood and releasing a heaven-piercing stench.

When Canxuan True Monarch used his Magical Power to lift the vessel from the sea, the foul ichor cascaded down like a waterfall, polluting the surface of the water.

If left untreated, countless Demons would surely be tainted by this ichor and transform into Demon Monsters.

Canxuan True Monarch opened his mouth and spat out a jet of Yellow Dragon True Fire. The roiling True Fire incinerated the putrid flesh and ichor on the Flying Boat, turning it all to ash. Even the various precious Demonic Materials melted away under the searing flames. In the end, only the Spiritual Eye Object and the Dragon Bone were left.

The Dragon Bone had to bear the entire weight of the Flying Boat and its numerous Restrictions, so it had been forged with a vast quantity of rare Spiritual Materials—many of which were typically used for Refining Demon Sect Treasures. Furthermore, after taking possession, the Human Demon had expended a great deal of Spiritual Qi to modify the Dragon Bone.

This had led to a bizarre transformation in the bone. Not even Canxuan True Monarch’s Yellow Dragon True Fire could destroy it in a short time.

After stowing the Dragon Bone, Canxuan True Monarch exhaled a breath of Yellow Dragon Qi. A Yellow Dragon formed and swam through the sea, neutralizing all the leaked ichor and the Demon Blood splattered during the Magical Combat. Once he had cleaned up all the loose ends, he descended gracefully onto the Flying Boat where Yang Jing and the others were waiting.

"Greetings, Governor!"

The soldiers on the Flying Boat hastily performed the military salute of the Demon Suppression Army.

Canxuan True Monarch gave a slight nod.

"Every time I see Senior Brother Canxuan use the Beichen Yellow Dragon Scripture, it makes me feel utterly left in the dust!"

Dong Yiming let out a hearty laugh.

"You’re too modest, Junior Brother Dong. I must thank you for saving this young prodigy of our Six Sects."

Canxuan True Monarch’s gaze fell upon Yang Jing.

Only when Dong Yiming mentioned the mysterious woman who could control an Evil God did a sharp light gleam in his eyes.

"To think such a method exists... to be able to enslave an Evil God is truly unheard of!"

Canxuan True Monarch said in disbelief.

Of all the Sects across the five Continents of the Nine Heavens World, none had a greater understanding of Evil Gods than the Profound Pure Sect. Their history traced back to before the Central Continent had fallen from the Upper Realm.

The Profound Pure Sect had been founded by an Innate Great God, Emperor Gouchen himself.

When the sect’s founders first arrived on the Western Continent, they had intended to confer titles upon the local Evil Gods and Fur Gods, elevating them to the status of Earth Gods and Mountain Gods like those in the Upper Realm. However, they failed completely. The Divine Beings of the Western Continent were fundamentally different from those of the Upper Realm.

"Her appearance on our Western Continent will likely bring about a great catastrophe!"

he concluded.

"We must be extremely cautious and prevent the worship of Evil Gods from spreading among mortals."

Dong Yiming nodded, but he didn’t take the matter to heart. ’If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up,’ he thought. This was a problem for the Elders of the Six Sects to worry about. The Dong Family just needed to manage its own business.

Canxuan True Monarch knew Dong Yiming wasn’t taking it seriously. He let out an almost imperceptible sigh, then turned his gaze to Yang Jing and gave him a nod.

He had much to say to Yang Jing, but with Dong Yiming present, it would have to wait.

"Speaking of which, it’s been too long since you’ve visited my Dong Kingdom, Senior Brother Canxuan. Today, I will host a banquet in your honor at the Celestial Sea Marketplace,"

Dong Yiming said enthusiastically.

"I’ve already instructed my disciples in the Marketplace to prepare the Sea Dragon Banquet."

"The Dong Family’s Sea Dragon Banquet is one of a kind. You’re in for a treat today, Yang Jing."

Canxuan True Monarch’s spirits lifted as he spoke to Yang Jing.

The Sea Dragon Banquet, of course, was not made with actual Sea Dragons. The feast was prepared using beasts from the Dong Family’s Dragon Beast breeding program—specifically, those whose bloodlines had been culled. Though these Dragon Beasts were rejects, their bodies still contained a faint trace of True Dragon Bloodline. No one but the Dragon Taming Dong Family could possibly gather enough of these beasts to hold such a banquet.