Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 425 - 380: You Must Die Here.

"Are you... Qi Xiu?"

Yan Baizhe looked at Qi Xiu, who had suddenly appeared, with shocked eyes and subconsciously took two steps forward, wondering if he had misidentified him.

"Shenxiao Sect?"

The silver-haired elder and the one-armed middle-aged man, who were seated at the head of the table, also looked surprised.

Shenxiao Sect.

An ancient and colossal power of Dianchuan Province, standing tall through countless eras without falling.

And from Yan Baizhe’s reaction, it seemed he was friends with this young Daoist from the Shenxiao Sect.

"Decades have passed, and you’ve grown even more robust." Qi Xiu smiled, looking toward Yan Baizhe, his gaze slightly stirring. Blood-stained Double Realm, his cultivation speed isn’t slow.

When he and Yan Baizhe first met, Yan Baizhe had just reached the Initiate Realm. To cultivate to the Blood-stained Double Realm in over seventy years placed him as above average in the Cultivation Realm.

Furthermore, Yan Baizhe followed a special Dharma Gate from the tribes of Northwestern Dalang, not a mainstream True Scripture Volume. This meant his progression was much more challenging than that of mainstream cultivators.

"Why have you come?"

Seeing an old friend with whom he had shared both hardships and life-threatening situations, a trace of a smile also appeared on Yan Baizhe’s weathered and tired face.

"I had some business in the Northwest and happened to pass by, so I thought I’d visit you. I hope I’m not disturbing you," Qi Xiu said lightly.

"Not at all, it’s just..." Yan Baizhe hesitated, glanced at his father seated at the head of the table, and continued after seeing him nod slowly, "There have been some troubles in the tribe lately, so I’m afraid I can’t host you properly."

"Do you need my help?" Qi Xiu asked with a faint smile.

"No need, it’s our tribe’s own matter. Let me take you to a place to rest first," Yan Baizhe replied, shaking his head. He cupped his hands in a salute to his father and the one-armed middle-aged man before leading Qi Xiu away.

After they left, the one-armed middle-aged man turned to Yan Xiong. "Chief, this cultivator from the Shenxiao Sect..."

"Unfathomable." Beneath his disheveled silver hair, Yan Xiong’s gaze held a hint of profundity. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

As a Dao Expert, although his cultivation had greatly decreased due to his injuries, he still possessed at least the basic ability to assess others.

Yet, when this fair-skinned young Daoist, with his calm and refined demeanor, stood before him, Yan Xiong couldn’t perceive the slightest hint of his background or depth.

He only felt as if a dense, swirling mist enveloped the Daoist, one he couldn’t see through at all.

Hearing that even Yan Xiong couldn’t discern the young Daoist’s depth, the one-armed middle-aged man’s eyes trembled slightly.

"If this person’s cultivation is truly so profound, perhaps we should have the Young Clan Leader speak with him. See if he can help us resolve the demonic calamity within the tribe? After all, we’re not adept at such matters, but for the Shenxiao Sect, it shouldn’t be a difficult task," he suggested.

The mention caused ripples in Yan Xiong’s gaze.

"Have Baizhe come to me when he has time," Yan Xiong said.

"Yes."

"So many years have passed since we last met. I heard that Dianchuan faced many troubles in recent years, and I was thinking of visiting you. But I really couldn’t get away from the tribe. How have you been all these years?" Yan Baizhe asked, leading Qi Xiu into an inner room within a courtyard.

The room was tidy and clean; though not luxurious, it possessed a rare warmth.

"Not bad. Although there have been some difficulties, I’ve managed to get through them safely," Qi Xiu replied, taking the cup of tea Yan Baizhe handed him.

"I originally came because we’re old friends who haven’t seen each other in years, and I wanted to visit. However, after arriving, I see you seem to be in considerable trouble. Back then, you passed the assessment but chose to request the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Town Demon Treasure Seal for your tribe, didn’t you?" he continued, looking into Yan Baizhe’s clear, calm eyes that seemed to see through everything.

Yan Baizhe shook his head with a smile. "Since we are friends, I won’t hide some things from you.

Over the years, my Wolf Saint Tribe has constantly been harassed by Outer-Domain Evil Demons. Originally, I went to Dianchuan to procure the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Town Demon Treasure Seal, hoping to repel the demonic calamity with it.

But as the power of the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Town Demon Treasure Seal has gradually waned over the years, the demonic calamity shows signs of rekindling. Other tribes have also been eyeing the Wolf Saint Tribe greedily, making life indeed difficult."

His expression was one of resignation, yet his eyes showed no hint of discouragement.

For so many years, no matter how great the difficulties, he had shouldered them all. This is the spirit of Dalang men.

They may die in battle but will never admit defeat.

"Outer-Domain Evil Demons? How did you get entangled with such things?" Qi Xiu asked, idly rubbing the Golden Cry Jade Beads on his wrist.

Outer-Domain Evil Demons cannot reach the Tianyuan Main Realm unless actively invited. Although Northwestern Dalang is barren, it is not a land of ignorance.

It’s impossible they don’t know what Outer-Domain Evil Demons are; why would they actively invite them?

Mentioning this, Yan Baizhe’s face turned somewhat saddened.

"Years ago, my ancestor passed away outside our lands and couldn’t pass the Wolf Saint Tribe’s legacy back to the tribe, which greatly diminished our strength.

To find a way to revive the Wolf Saint Totem, my Great-grandfather and grandfather tried every conceivable method.

And those Outer-Domain Evil Demons were the result of an accidental attempt."

After hearing Yan Baizhe’s account, Qi Xiu’s gaze shifted slightly.

He had read in books about the cultivation systems of Dalang Cultivators.

Unlike the mainstream orthodox cultivation using True Scripture Volumes, the path taken by Northwestern Dalang cultivators is somewhat akin to a combination of the Incense Divine Path and the Martial Path.

Within the Fifty-Five Tribes of Daliang, each revered a totem.

These totems, after countless years of worship and reverence, all possess indescribable Divine Power.

The cultivators in the tribe use the totem’s power as a conduit to temper their bodies and walk the Dao Path.

It can be said that the cultivation foundation of Dalang Cultivators lies in those incredibly Divine Marvel totems.