253: Chapter 253 The Twenty-Four Sword-Wielding Elders

Chu Sheng sat in the central military tent, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, with a topographical map of the Demon Realm spread out before him.

The location of the Demon Race's main camp on the North Bank of the Duanhun River was clearly marked.

Yu Rumeng's camp was in the northeast corner, Madam Huayue's camp was on the west side, and the armies of the Wanmo Hall and the Blood God Sect were distributed further north.

This map was bought by Jiang Zhenshan at a great price from an intelligence broker in the Demon Realm, and its reliability was only seventy percent.

But Chu Sheng knew that Yu Rumeng's location was correct.

Because he had been there.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip; the tea had already gone cold, but he didn't mind.

He was thinking about what would happen next.

During this meeting, he and Yu Rumeng had briefly exchanged blows and briefly shared some intimacy.

He knew this was just the calm before the storm.

The Demon Realm had lost four Devil Kings, the Reverse Demon Tower had collapsed, and Greed's obsession had dissipated.

The Hall Master of the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons publicly claimed it was the work of Human Race Cultivators, but the higher-ups in the Demon Realm wouldn't believe it.

They were waiting, waiting for an opportunity to get back at them.

The Righteous-Demonic War was that opportunity.

And the situation in Tianfeng Kingdom was not easy either.

Although Wendao Palace had a close relationship with him, Wendao Palace was not a private army of Tianfeng Kingdom.

Ye Cang would not mobilize his entire force for Tianfeng Kingdom, and neither would Ye Gucheng.

Tangtang even less so; she was too lazy to even leave the Sixth Peak.

Chu Sheng rubbed his temples, thinking: "When the real fighting starts, I'll still have to rely on myself."

Jiang Zhenshan walked into the tent with a stack of intelligence reports in his hand, his expression looking quite grim.

"Elder Chu, news has come from Beiyuan Kingdom."

"Speak."

Jiang Zhenshan opened the top report and read: "Beiyuan Kingdom has hired foreign aid. Ling Wushuang of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion has brought three Sword-Wielding Elders and has already arrived at the capital of Beiyuan Kingdom."

Chu Sheng's hand paused.

Ling Wushuang.

He had met her at Wendao Palace, a representative of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, a sword fanatic at the Yun Shen Realm.

She had shown great interest in the zhu xian sword on the outskirts of the Sealed Land, even willing to trade her own body for it.

Chu Sheng had rejected her.

Since then, he knew this woman would not let it go.

The Heavenly Sword Pavilion had twenty-four Sword-Wielding Elders, each with a cultivation of at least the Dao Palace Realm, and they were primarily in charge of warfare.

There were also twelve Dao-Protecting Elders who guarded the Sect and rarely came out.

Ling Wushuang was one of the strongest among the Sword-Wielding Elders, with a cultivation at the Peak of Spirit Containment, and her Heavenly Sword Art was superb.

She had come to Beiyuan Kingdom nominally to assist in the Righteous-Demonic War, but in reality—

Chu Sheng knew clearly in his heart that she was mostly likely coming for him.

Or coming for the zhu xian sword.

"Isn't Beiyuan Kingdom close with Wanxiang Sect? Why did they hire someone from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion?" Chu Sheng asked.

Jiang Zhenshan said: "Wanxiang Sect has recently had some internal issues and is unable to attend to other matters. Beiyuan Kingdom had no choice but to turn to the Heavenly Sword Pavilion for help."

Chu Sheng nodded.

He was very clear about the situation in the Northern Region.

Tianfeng Kingdom, Beiyuan Kingdom, and Luochuan Kingdom—the three kingdoms of the Northern Region—each had a giant from the Central Region backing them.

Tianfeng Kingdom had the closest relationship with Wendao Palace, Beiyuan Kingdom relied on Wanxiang Sect, and Luochuan Kingdom was on good terms with the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

The three kingdoms acted as support for each other, jointly resisting the invasion of the Demon Realm.

But this time, since Beiyuan Kingdom hired someone from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, Luochuan Kingdom would definitely take action as well.

When that time comes, with the Dao Palace Realm powerhouses from the Central Region gathering in the Northern Region, this war would no longer be a small skirmish between Tianfeng Kingdom and the Demon Realm.

Chu Sheng thought: "That will be a meat grinder."

He had seen a meat grinder.

In the last simulated Righteous-Demonic War, both sides suffered countless casualties, and the water of the Duanhun River was dyed red.

This time, it would only be more tragic.

Because Greed was dead, the Reverse Demon Tower had collapsed, and the Demon Realm had lost Face and had to get it back.

And the Central Region would not let go of this opportunity to weaken the Demon Realm.

"Ling Wushuang..." Chu Sheng recited the name once and shook his head.

"I won't meet her for now."

Jiang Zhenshan was stunned: "Elder Chu, do you know her?"

Chu Sheng said: "I've met her once. We are not friends."

He did not explain further.

Jiang Zhenshan did not dare to press further, acknowledged, and exited the tent.

Chu Sheng leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the tent ceiling.

He did not intend to confront Ling Wushuang for the time being.

It wasn't that he couldn't beat her, but there was no need.

His trump card was the four swords of zhuxian, but once the four swords of zhuxian were used, Ling Wushuang would definitely recognize them.

Then, it wouldn't just be three Sword-Wielding Elders from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion coming; it might be twelve.

He didn't want to be hunted down by people from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion during the Righteous-Demonic War.

That would be too stupid.

Moreover, he had other plans.

In the Demon Realm, there were Yu Rumeng and Madam Huayue as insiders.

In Tianfeng Kingdom, there were Grandmaster Jiang and Jiang Zhenshan as cover.

He could fish in troubled waters.

When the Righteous-Demonic War starts and both sides are blinded by bloodlust, no one will care what an Outer Sect Elder like him is doing.

He was going to the Demon Tomb to investigate the truth about Pride.

Thinking of this, the corners of Chu Sheng's mouth slowly curled up.

He stood up, walked to the tent entrance, and lifted the curtain.

The night wind blew in, chilly, carrying the unique fishy smell of the river water.

The Duanhun River was like a black giant python in the night, winding into the distance.

On the North Bank, the Demon Race's campfires were scattered like ghost fires on the ground.

Chu Sheng watched for a while, let down the curtain, and turned back into the tent.

He still had a lot to do; he didn't have time to be sentimental here.

Outside the tent, Jiang Yuenü stood on the watchtower, looking at Chu Sheng's tent with a complex expression.

She was finding it harder and harder to see through this person.

But she knew that the fate of Tianfeng Kingdom might be tied to this person.

She hoped he was not an enemy.

Jiang Zhenshan stood beside her, silent for a long time, then said: "Let's go back, there will be no fighting tonight."

Jiang Yuenü nodded and followed her father down from the watchtower.

The camp gradually quieted down, with only the occasional patrol passing by, their footsteps echoing in the night.

Chu Sheng sat cross-legged in the tent and began to regulate his breathing.

In his Dantian, the four swords of zhuxian were quietly floating, and the Luck of the wendao bell was slowly circulating in his Dao Palace.

His cultivation was growing steadily—very slowly, but very steadily.

He closed his eyes, with only one thought in his mind.

He must survive the Righteous-Demonic War.

Only by surviving could he go to the Demon Tomb, go before Pride, and settle the score from the last simulation.