260: Chapter 260 Ten Years, Bloodlust

The Righteous-Demonic War had been raging for ten years.

The soil on both banks of the Duanhun River was soaked with blood, and the river water remained a dark red all year round, like a wound that would never heal.

The war was intermittent; sometimes there would be standoffs for months, with both sides holding their ground, only occasionally having small skirmishes between scouts by the river.

Sometimes large-scale conflicts would erupt suddenly, with thousands of casualties in a single day.

Tianfeng Kingdom had gone through three vanguard generals; Peak of the Sea Opening Realm lost an arm, and Jiang Yuenü died on the battlefield.

The Demon Race did not have it easy either; Nine Nether Palace lost two Devil Kings, and Wanmo Hall lost three strongholds.

Chu Sheng had fought his way from the Middle Stage of Yuanshen to the Late Stage of Yuanshen.

The four swords of zhuxian had been stained with the blood of countless high-ranking members of the Demon Race, and the dark red patterns on the swords grew brighter, as if they were living things feeding on blood.

For the Fuyao Ninety Thousand Miles Divine Ability, he had finally grasped the knack.

After falling countless times in the Eye of the Storm, he could finally move as freely as the wind on the battlefield.

In an instant, he could sweep across the Duanhun River, from the South Bank to the North Bank, without even his Divine Sense being able to track his movements.

Yet he always felt something was missing, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

It was like a blade sharpened to the limit, but not yet honed.

In these ten years, what gave Chu Sheng the biggest headache was not the Demon Race, but Ling Wushuang.

This woman was crazy.

She no longer hid her obsession with the zhu xian sword, sending people to sneak into Tianfeng Kingdom to search for it, both openly and secretly.

Once, her people even managed to reach Jin Xiao City, alarming Liu Qingyan and the children.

When Chu Sheng received the news, his palms were sweating.

He wasn't afraid of Ling Wushuang; he was afraid that those women and children would be harmed.

He formed the intention to kill.

But Ling Wushuang was a Sword-Wielding Elder of Heavenly Sword Pavilion, at the Peak of Spirit Containment, with twenty-four Sword-Wielding Elders and twelve Dao-Guarding Elders standing behind her.

Killing her would be equivalent to declaring war on Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

The Righteous-Demonic War was not over yet; he did not want to open another front.

That would be too stupid.

He needed to borrow a knife to kill someone.

And that knife was in the Demon Domain.

The Jade Slip for communication from Madam Huayue lit up.

Her voice carried a hint of excitement: "Chu Sheng, guess what I found out?"

"Speak."

"Demon Boy is very interested in Ling Wushuang's sword cultivation secret manual. Not just generally interested, but the kind of… interested that makes him want to rush into Heavenly Sword Pavilion to snatch it right now."

The corners of Chu Sheng's mouth slowly curled up.

"Well done. I'll give you a reward."

Madam Huayue laughed so hard on the other end of the Jade Slip that she shook like a flower branch: "A reward? What kind of reward?"

Chu Sheng took out a seventh-grade Medicinal Pill from his Storage Pouch and placed it next to the Jade Slip, letting her sense it through the communication.

Madam Huayue's breathing quickened slightly: "You… you are really willing to part with this."

Chu Sheng said: "When you handle things, I am at ease."

Madam Huayue accepted the Medicinal Pill, her mood greatly improved, and her voice became much lighter.

"Chu Sheng, you are even more wicked than the Demon Race."

Chu Sheng laughed: "To deal with a madman, one can only use a madman's methods."

He asked Madam Huayue to spread the news in more detail.

Where Ling Wushuang's sword cultivation secret manual was hidden, when their defenses were weakest, and it would be best to add some embellishments, saying that the secret manual contained the Heavenly Sword Pavilion's treasure of the sect.

Demon Boy was greedy; he wouldn't be able to resist taking the bait.

Madam Huayue agreed readily, saying she would have the news delivered to the Blood God Sect within three days.

Chu Sheng nodded and added: "Stay safe. Don't let Demon Boy find out that you were the one who spread the news."

Madam Huayue said: "Don't worry, when has this one ever made a mistake?"

The communication Jade Slip went dark.

Chu Sheng leaned back in the chair of the big tent, staring at the tent roof in a daze.

He touched the zhu xian sword at his waist; the sword vibrated slightly, as if responding to him.

Ten years.

In these ten years, he had fought countless battles with Yu Rumeng.

At the beginning, both were very restrained; when the two faced off, it was a draw.

Although there were constant tremors between the Human Race and the Demon Race, they were only small-scale frictions.

Chu Sheng thought, this was fine, at least not too many people would die.

But later, things changed.

Yu Rumeng had inexplicably become pregnant.

A hawkish Devil King replaced the one on the Demon Race side, and the fighting became uncontrollable.

Both sides were fighting with bloodshot eyes, and neither was willing to back down.

Sometimes, when Chu Sheng stood by the river, looking at that familiar figure in the Demon Race camp opposite, a complex emotion would well up in his heart.

But he could not show it.

Every time he faced Yu Rumeng, he acted as if he hated her to the bone, spouted harsh words, and later, he didn't even bother with harsh words, just went straight to fighting.

No one dared to guess in that direction.

An Elder of Wendao Palace, with a Devil King of the Demon Race? The odds were too low.

More people guessed if it was some lucky Demon General who had done it.

When Chu Sheng heard these rumors, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said nothing.

Peak of the Sea Opening Realm lost an arm, and Jiang Yuenü died.

That woman, who had previously made things difficult for him at every turn.

He didn't like her, but he didn't hate her either.

Dead is dead; on the battlefield, no one can say for sure.

Then he continued to look at the map, continue to deploy, continue to kill.

Ling Wushuang's people retreated.

Not willingly, but they had to.

Demon Boy had released news that the Blood God Sect was going to launch a large-scale attack on Beiyuan Kingdom, aiming directly at Heavenly Sword Pavilion's stronghold in Beiyuan Kingdom.

Ling Wushuang had to withdraw her people to defend.

Chu Sheng stood on the high slope of the South Bank of the Duanhun River, looking at the surging Devilish Qi on the North Bank, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

He thought to himself: This play has only just begun.

The night wind blew, chilly.

He turned around and walked towards the big tent.

Behind him, the water of the Duanhun River was still surging, and the dark red waves lapped against the reefs on the shore.

It made a dull sound, like war drums, like a heartbeat, and like some ancient, tireless whisper.