Chapter 121: With a Single Hand, Destroy the Demon, Leaving a Legacy—Flower and Fruit Mountain!

At that moment, as they looked at the terrifying, mountain-sized black demon looming outside Jinhua Prefecture, countless people completely collapsed.

For days, the city had transitioned from the inability to travel after dark to the total severance of all thoroughfares. The once bustling and prosperous Jinhua Prefecture had rapidly descended into turmoil due to the demonic encroachment. Even the well-trained guards, who had struggled to maintain order within the walls, were now utterly broken by the appearance of the demon’s true, horrific form.

In that instant, the timid were seized by terror and despair; the deranged grew even more delirious, actually prostrating themselves in worship of the monster outside the gates; while the desperate and lawless took the opportunity to loot and kill. The city began to slide into chaos.

In the high pavilion of the Prefecture Lord’s residence, the elderly Lord, dressed in luxurious yellow robes, stood by the window. He gazed at the screaming, burning city below, where billowing smoke began to rise, and then looked toward the horizon at the horrific figure with a pair of enormous, crimson eyes staring into the city. He turned to a white-robed cultivator from the Kunlun Sect, bowed, and prepared to kneel. With a trembling voice, he pleaded, "Master Liu, I beg you, please save Jinhua Prefecture!"

The white-robed cultivator immediately helped the old Lord up. "Demons are wreaking havoc upon the world; the Kunlun Sect will not stand by and watch," he said. "However, this demon is powerful. We must summon a True Monarch elder from our sect to descend and eliminate it. I ask the Lord to wait patiently."

As the white-robed cultivator spoke, a door to the side swung open, and another white-robed cultivator stepped out. He appeared to be middle-aged and significantly younger.

"Junior Brother, how did it go?" the older cultivator immediately asked.

The middle-aged man bowed to his senior, nodded to the Lord, and said, "I have fulfilled the mission. I have successfully contacted the sect. The duty-officer uncle is already aware of the situation in Jinhua Prefecture, and an elder will soon arrive to slay the demon! However, until then, it is up to us to hold the monster back."

Upon hearing this, the people in the spacious room let out a collective sigh of relief. Yet, one anxious man asked, "Master Li, may I ask when your sect's elder will arrive?"

"The distance is great," the middle-aged man replied. "At the soonest, two or three hours; at the latest, one day. Our elder will certainly arrive!"

The questioner persisted, "But in such a long time, if that demon..."

The middle-aged man ignored him and turned to the old Lord. "Lord, please issue an order to strictly control those who would create chaos at a time like this. Otherwise, I fear Jinhua Prefecture will destroy itself before our elder even arrives."

Realizing the gravity of the situation, the Lord, having regained some of his composure, nodded. "Master Li is right. Guards!" He immediately began to enforce stricter control over the city.

Beside them, the middle-aged cultivator walked to the older one and whispered, "Senior Brother, even at the fastest pace, it will take the elder at least a day to arrive. Can the two of us really hold off that monster?"

"We must hold, even if we cannot," the older cultivator replied, watching as the white light barrier protecting Jinhua Prefecture was continuously corroded and thinned, while the blood-red mist outside grew thicker, revealing hidden runes within. "That Black Mountain Old Demon intends to use a blood formation to sacrifice and devour every human in Jinhua Prefecture, hoping to use the immense blood power to ascend to the Human Immortal realm. If he succeeds, the devastation will be unimaginable."

"Alas," the middle-aged cultivator sighed as he looked at the blood mist, visible even to ordinary people. "I thought we were dealing with a Golden Core demon at most, but it turns out to be such a formidable creature. Senior Brother, do you know what kind of monster this is?"

"Rumor has it that it is a burial mountain called Black Mountain that has gained sentience."

No sooner had the older cultivator spoken than the giant demon outside, which had been spying on the people within, suddenly opened its mouth and spewed a stream of black filth. The substance latched onto the white light barrier, hissing as it corroded the formation, which began to shake violently.

Where the filth was thickest, holes were burned through the barrier. The demon continued to spew the foul matter, which fell into the city and transformed into black smoke, flying toward the people below. Anyone who inhaled the smoke found their eyes bloodshot, losing their senses and attacking those nearest to them with mad frenzy. In the eyes of every person in Jinhua Prefecture, the sky had broken, and the demon was coming.

"Not good! The barrier is about to break!" The older cultivator's expression shifted drastically. Seeing the victims being corrupted by the falling filth, he shouted, "Junior Brother, it is our turn! If we don't stop this, Jinhua Prefecture is finished, and we won't live to see the elder!"

With that, a three-foot-long sword shimmering with light flew from the older man, and he leapt onto it, flying toward the demon on the horizon.

"Protect the Lord!" the middle-aged man ordered the blue-robed disciples nearby before a small handkerchief flew from his person. It grew rapidly in the wind, and he stepped onto it, speeding after his senior.

As the two Golden Core cultivators left, the people in the room panicked at the sight of the chaos outside.

***

At the Haokelai Inn, on the second floor, two streams of black filth snaked through the window, guided by the scent of humans. Xiao Bai, who was grooming its fur on the windowsill, squeaked in alarm, leapt up, and swiped twice, dissipating the filth.

As a third stream entered, Xiao Bai prepared to strike again. But inside the room, Lu Wufei, now dressed in a green robe, simply reached out and caught the wisp of black filth before his eyes.

He sniffed it. It was merely demonic energy designed to stir human desires. It amplified the bloodlust in those already prone to violence and ignited the carnal desires of those obsessed with lust. In short, it amplified whatever greed or desire the victim harbored.

Outside, in the streets, the rooms next door, and the lobby below, screams, shouts, and the sounds of fighting and agony echoed. The city had fallen into total disarray.

Lu Wufei rose and walked out. Xiao Bai immediately leapt up and climbed onto his master's shoulder.

*Creak.*

Lu Wufei opened the door and saw several guests in the hallway already tearing at each other. One of them lunged at him, but Lu Wufei merely cast a cold, icy gaze upon the man. The attacker was instantly frozen in place, the blood-red madness in his eyes fading rapidly. As Lu Wufei walked past, everyone stopped their fighting.

He descended to the lobby, where waiters were brawling and the innkeeper was being beaten. He shouted, "Wake up!"

In an instant, everyone in the inn stopped, their eyes clearing. Lu Wufei stepped out of the inn.

Outside, the two white-robed cultivators were already engaged in battle with the pitch-black giant. The middle-aged man threw a golden ring, which swelled to the size of a room and shot toward the demon. The monster raised a massive hand and smashed it away. The sound of metal clashing rang through the entire city. The ring was sent crashing into a building, and the middle-aged cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood.

The older cultivator swung his glowing sword, sending a bright white beam of light cutting through the night sky. The demon crossed its enormous arms to block the blow.

*Bang!*

Another thunderous collision occurred, but to the dismay of the people below, the demon had blocked the strike. Seemingly stung by the pain, the demon roared at the two cultivators, "ROAR!"

The two Kunlun cultivators were caught in the blast, their figures rocking unsteadily. The demon cared nothing for the humans it viewed as mere fodder. If the roar reached the ears of ordinary people, countless would die.

In that instant, Lu Wufei stomped his foot!

*Boom, boom, boom, boom.*

Centered on Lu Wufei, a violent vibration spread through Jinhua Prefecture. Countless rumbling sounds erupted from the ground, rising to cancel out the demon’s roar from the sky.

The older cultivator in the air was the first to react. Ignoring his own discomfort, he exclaimed in surprise, "A fellow cultivator is down there!" He turned his gaze downward.

Just then, the barrier protecting the city was finally eroded by the black filth, dissipating into specks of white light. The thick blood mist contracted, closing in on the city. In the darkness, countless other demons surged forth from all directions to besiege Jinhua Prefecture.

Seeing this, the Black Mountain Old Demon swung his arms, lunging at the two cultivators.

"Senior Brother, look out!" the middle-aged man cried as he saw the demon swooping down like a dark shroud, his face turning pale as he retreated. The older cultivator turned and fled without looking back.

Despite the demon's mountain-like size, it was swift. The two cultivators were about to be caught when, suddenly, a golden light whistled from below, tearing through the void with terrifying speed.

The demon faced a dilemma: if he ignored the golden light, he could crush the two meddlesome priests; but the light was dangerous, and if he dodged it, the priests would escape, and he would never catch them again.

"Audacious!" the demon roared. His voice was coarse, grating, and alien—clearly not human. He abandoned the attack on the priests, dodged the golden light, and swiped at it with his hand.

But Lu Wufei did not make the mistake of the golden light rod’s original owner, the golden-haired monkey demon of Fengyun Ridge. With a thought, he maneuvered the rod to evade. Simultaneously, two small golden figures hidden behind the rod were revealed. The demon’s palm, missing the rod, struck the two golden needles instead.

The needles pierced deep into the demon’s arms. To Lu Wufei's surprise, the demon showed no reaction. His divine sense, attached to the needles, felt as if they had merely pierced into endless sand and soil.

"Sand and soil..." Lu Wufei recalled the rumors he had heard at the inn. "A burial mountain that gained sentience... no wonder this monster is so strange. Even though he is only at the Demon Commander level, his true form is nearly a hundred meters tall."

Realizing the demon's body was composed of earth and stone, Lu Wufei knew he had to strike a fatal point. He flew into the sky, caught the returning golden rod, and vanished.

The demon sensed a growing danger. Though his face was obscured by darkness, his pair of crimson, lantern-like eyes glared around. Suddenly, Lu Wufei appeared behind the demon’s head and brought the rod down!

As if the demon had eyes in the back of his head, he spun three hundred and sixty degrees, his lantern-like eyes locking onto Lu Wufei just as the rod struck.

*Bang!*

With a thunderous crash, the rod—tiny in comparison to the demon—concentrated all its power into one point. The demon’s massive stone head crumbled. Debris and sand flew everywhere. The two Kunlun cultivators, who had failed to even scratch the demon, watched in shock as the monster’s head was smashed to pieces in a single blow. One of his crimson eyes was crushed, while the other retreated into his torso.

"ROAR! You shall die!" The demon felt true pain. He roared and swung his massive arms. Lu Wufei retreated instantly. The demon pursued, leaving the collapsed city wall behind. With the wall broken, other demons poured into the city, and the sounds of slaughter erupted.

In the air, the two Kunlun cultivators watched the green-robed figure in awe. "Senior Brother," the middle-aged man said, "that senior... he is not a Human Immortal, is he?"

The older cultivator shook his head. "I cannot tell. He should be at the Golden Core stage like us, but his cultivation is far stronger than our sect’s first and second brothers, who are only a step away from immortality."

"We are fortunate he is here," the junior replied. "Let us deal with the lesser demons below!"

Lu Wufei, meanwhile, led the furious, raging demon away from the city. He saw the demon's body shrink to fifty meters in height, with two black, smoking gravestones orbiting him as armor. Lu Wufei appeared on the demon’s shoulder. The demon's remaining eye shifted to track him, but Lu Wufei struck again.

*Bang!*

The rod shattered one of the gravestones. The demon swung a massive hand, and a black object shot from his body toward Lu Wufei. Lu Wufei deflected it with a flash of green light and tucked the object into his sleeve. The demon roared in fury, sensing his treasure had been taken.

Lu Wufei smiled at the monster, then vanished again.

He reappeared above the demon’s ruined head. This time, he didn't strike immediately. He smiled at the demon’s sole remaining eye. A beam of green light shot from him toward the eye.

"A trap!" the demon realized too late. He moved the remaining gravestone to shield his eye, but the green light struck.

*Boom!*

The gravestone shattered, and the demon’s arm was badly injured, but the eye survived, protected by the stone, and retreated to the demon's belly.

Lu Wufei then thrust his rod into the crater where the demon's neck had been and roared, "Grow! Grow! Grow!"

The rod, a mid-grade magical treasure, surged in length within the demon’s body. In the blink of an eye, it had pierced through the fifty-meter-tall monster, pinning him to the ground. The demon’s massive, sturdy frame was not burst open, but he was instantly silenced. His crimson eye faded, and his life force vanished.

Lu Wufei pulled his rod back. The giant body collapsed with a thud, shrinking into a small black hill covered in tombstones.

The two Kunlun cultivators flew over and bowed respectfully. "We thank you, Senior, for saving us."

When Lu Wufei waved his hand to collect the small hill and flew off with Xiao Bai, the two cultivators sighed. "To think such a monster was destroyed so easily... that senior is far stronger than we imagined. I wonder which immortal sect he hails from."

Lu Wufei, unaware of the legend he had created, continued his journey. Six years passed as he traveled eastward across the Southern Continent. In the seventh year, while crossing the East Sea, he spotted a massive island. Upon landing, he learned he had reached the Kingdom of Aolai.

He flew high into the sky and looked westward, seeing a place overflowing with spiritual energy. He traveled there and saw an island isolated in the middle of the sea—green mountains, clear waters, and eternal spring.

Looking at the miraculous island, Lu Wufei’s heart was clear.

The Mountain of Flowers and Fruit had been found.