Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 426 - 380: You Must Die Here._2

The Wolf Saint Tribe had declined so rapidly within two centuries precisely because it had lost its most crucial heritage and could not awaken the Wolf Saint Totem. Consequently, no new cultivators could be born within the tribe. Moreover, without the totem’s blessing, the Wolf Saint Tribe’s existing cultivators could only rely on nature’s spiritual energy to practice. They made barely any progress and were far slower than other tribes. Even in combat, they were at a disadvantage compared to those tribes protected by their totems.

Reviving the totem is not something I can assist with, Qi Xiu thought. However, driving away the Outer-Domain Evil Demons shouldn’t be very difficult for me with my current methods. I already faintly sensed demonic energy pervading the void when I first entered the Wolf Saint Tribe. It seemed to be of a relatively low level.

"Was that elderly man in the earthen building just now your father?"

"Mm."

"He is injured. Otherwise, for a Dao Expert, handling such a demonic calamity shouldn’t be very difficult."

When he saw the silver-haired elder, Qi Xiu noticed the vaguely shimmering Divine Light outline behind him. This was the Daoist Spirit, a unique ability of Dao Experts. However, the elderly man’s vital energy was muddled, and his breath was slow and heavy, clearly displaying the signs of illness and injury.

Surprised by Qi Xiu’s sharp insight, Yan Baizhe slowly nodded. "Ever since our tribe’s heritage was interrupted, other tribes have frequently attacked our Wolf Saint Tribe over the years, especially a few tribes that had friction with us in the past. My father struggles alone. Old wounds often reopen before they can heal, and new ones are added. Over the years, his injuries have accumulated to a severe degree."

Yan Baizhe pounded the table. THUD! His expression was full of annoyance. He wasn’t annoyed with those who came to attack the Wolf Saint Tribe, but with himself. If my talent had been higher, my cultivation speed faster, if I could also have reached the Dao Body Realm, Father wouldn’t have had to endure such hardship, supporting everything alone.

"I have no good solutions for the injuries of a Dao Expert, but I might be able to help with the demonic calamity plaguing your tribe."

Knowing the full story, Qi Xiu flicked a soybean-sized object with his finger. It flew across the courtyard, swelled in the wind, and in no time transformed into a Yellow Turban Strongman. The figure was majestic and powerfully built, exuding a demon-subduing righteous aura. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Mouthing silently, Qi Xiu communicated with the Yellow Turban Strongman using a Secret Technique. The Divine Puppet nodded at his command, then turned, rose into the sky on a cloud, and vanished in an instant.

"That was..." Feeling a potent presence from the Yellow Turban Strongman, Yan Baizhe looked at the calmly seated Qi Xiu with astonishment. This old friend seems to have grown to heights I can scarcely comprehend.

"Just a small trick." Without elaborating, Qi Xiu flipped his hand, producing a spirit peach. It was entirely pink and covered in crystalline fuzz, emitting a rich, sweet fragrance. "I see your spirit and energy are weak, your eyes weary, and your vital essence depleted. This peach is not a Divine Object, but it can help you recover your spirit and replenish your strength. Go ahead and eat it."

The spirit peaches from the Longevity Star Realm were extraordinary. Compared to elixirs, they carried no risk of pill toxins or side effects.

Receiving the tantalizingly pink and fragrant peach, Yan Baizhe couldn’t help but salivate. He bit gently into it. The sweet, refreshing juice flowed down his throat into his stomach, significantly revitalizing his weary and depleted body.

"Young Clan Leader!"

Yan Baizhe and Qi Xiu, reunited after a long separation, chatted through the entire night, oblivious to the passage of time. Just as dawn was breaking, an urgent shout suddenly rang out.

Sensing something amiss, Yan Baizhe signaled Qi Xiu to wait for a moment, then followed the reporting tribesman outside.

Watching Yan Baizhe’s increasingly solemn expression from the side, Qi Xiu picked up the long-cooled teacup from the table. A flash of fire appeared from the void, and the tea instantly boiled, its rich aroma swirling and suffusing the air.

It seems my visit this time was truly timely.

...

"Yan Baizhe, you actually dare to accept the challenge!"

In a narrow valley outside the Wolf Saint Tribe’s territory, a group of Daliang Cultivators gathered. They were clad in beast skins and rode Exotic Beasts—creatures resembling horses but covered in scales, with bovine heads and camel tails. The man at the lead, who had dirty, twisted braids and a shirtless upper body tattooed with countless black characters, shouted at Yan Baizhe.

"Gao Leqi, you good-for-nothing! If you want to die, of course I’ll oblige you!" Straddling a war wolf, Yan Baizhe’s expression was cold and severe. He held a spear about three meters long, a pack of wolf cavalry following closely behind him. Although they were significantly outnumbered by the Baichuan Tribe opposite them, their fierce and intense aura did not wane in the slightest.

"So, what’ll it be? Shall we settle things today?" Yan Baizhe rode directly opposite Gao Leqi, his spear pointed straight at him, showing no fear despite facing an opponent whose cultivation was seven levels higher than his own.

"You..." Staring intently at Yan Baizhe and the wolf cavalry behind him, Gao Leqi wanted to retort. But when he met Yan Baizhe’s fierce and savage eyes, the words died on his lips.

Although the Wolf Saint Tribe had lost the heritage to awaken their totem, their savage and tyrannical battle methods and techniques remained intact. As the Young Clan Leader of the Wolf Saint Tribe, Yan Baizhe might have only reached the Blood-stained Double Realm. However, his terrifying battle prowess was well-acknowledged among the fifty-five tribes.

If he really fought with reckless abandon, even if I were at the Blood-Dyed Ninth Layer, I might also... At this thought, Gao Leqi felt a surge of trepidation.

"The Daliang wolf cavalry, truly living up to their reputation. A pity they are a far cry from their former glory." As Gao Leqi faltered, a tall, burly man in a hemp-yellow robe stepped forward. A flame lotus mark on his brow pulsed with red light.

The moment this man appeared, Yan Baizhe felt a scorching gale sweep toward him, so intense it felt as if the hot wind would evaporate him into jerky.

Blood-Stained Peak! Sensing the profound and vast aura within the man, Yan Baizhe’s expression darkened. No wonder Gao Leqi, this good-for-nothing, dared to issue a challenge; he found himself new backing.

"I am Batal, a disciple of the Living Buddha of the Secret Shrine Temple. I came here today hoping to meet Elder Chieftain Yan Xiong. Could you, benefactor, possibly show me the way?" Clasping his hands together, Batal wore a gentle smile, but his words only made Yan Baizhe’s expression more somber.

"My father is in secluded cultivation and is not receiving guests." Gripping the three-meter-long spear tightly, Yan Baizhe’s demeanor grew sterner. The mighty and fierce qi and blood within his body stirred restlessly. The Daliang wolf cavalry behind him sensed his abnormal aura; all assumed grave expressions and prepared for battle.

"Ah, I had no intention of resorting to violence. Since you are unwilling to cooperate, benefactor, then I can only be impolite."

Though a gentle smile remained on his face, before Batal had even finished speaking, Yan Baizhe suddenly felt a fierce wind erupt before him. The monk from the Secret Shrine Temple had already appeared in front of him. He was bathed in divine light, like an omnipotent deity sundering heaven and earth. Stretching out his right hand, it formed a claw of emptiness, intending to crush all the Daliang wolf cavalry in a single grab.

Batal always appeared cheerful and amiable. Yet, this single move instantly revealed the savage and wicked nature of the Secret Shrine Temple; he attacked with the intent to kill Yan Baizhe and his men.

BANG!

Struggling free from Batal’s suppressing aura, Yan Baizhe roared in fury, mobilizing all his vital energy and cultivation base, and thrust his spear out forcefully.

It was like a needle striking a mountain.

SPUTTER!

The three-meter-long spear in his hand instantly exploded. Yan Baizhe spat out a large mouthful of blood. For an instant, he felt as if his body was about to burst apart and his soul in the Ancestral Aperture would be torn asunder and annihilated. The shadow of death flooded over him.

Father, your son has failed you...

As Yan Baizhe, eyes filled with unresigned fury, glared at the smiling monk, he suddenly noticed the monk’s expression turn grave, as if he had seen something unexpected.

Before Yan Baizhe could turn his head, a pale, slender hand was placed on his shoulder. Vast and boundless Mixed Element Qi poured into his body, suppressing his injuries and mending his flesh.

"A bald donkey from the Secret Shrine Temple? Truly, foes are bound to meet. It’s your lucky day to run into this Daoist Master."

With a wave of his sleeve, Qi Xiu moved Yan Baizhe and the rest of the wolf cavalry far behind him. He stood calmly with his sleeves gathered, his gaze fixed on Batal opposite him. His lips parted slightly, and he transmitted his voice directly into the burly monk’s ears.

"You needn’t bother going to the Valley of Deceased Gods. Today, you will die here."