225: Chapter 225: If you've got the guts, come and fight me in the Ten Thousand Mountains!

At the very beginning of this siege war in the Wilderness World, Li Zhen, the closed-door Disciple of the Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain, died at the hands of Yang Simu.

Furthermore, due to the battle between the Great Sword Immortal Zuo You and Great Sword Immortal Nalan Shaowei of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and five Wilderness Throne Great Demons, including Liu Cha...

...and later, when Yang Simu drove ancient deities to join the battlefield.

For various reasons, this siege war, which the Wilderness Demon Clan army had long plotted, ended up being even more cautious than an ordinary siege war.

Of course, it is more likely that the Wilderness Demon Clan was conserving their strength.

Therefore, this war ended much earlier than the Great Wall of Sword Qi had anticipated.

Inside a thatched cottage on the southern ramparts of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Yang Simu bowed slightly and said, "Master, I intend to head to the Wilderness World tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Grand Sword Immortal Chen Qingdu's gaze sharpened. He stared at Yang Simu, his expression somewhat displeased, "What, you've only been learning sword techniques from me for a few months, and you're already so impatient to go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains to find that Old Blind Man?"

Yang Simu's expression stiffened, and the smile on his face instantly became rather awkward.

Honestly, he really didn't know how to respond to these words from Grand Sword Immortal Chen Qingdu.

Although Yang Simu's most important destination for this trip to the Wilderness World was not the Hundred Thousand Mountains, but Tuoyue Mountain, which countless members of the Yao Race yearned for!

However, it was also a fact that he wanted to visit the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

After all, except for that earthy-yellow four-legged snake, Han Su, who had already settled in the Central Peak of the Danxia Dynasty.

The rest of those who left Lizhu Blessed Land with Yang Simu—the Golden Carp, the crouching dragon woodcarving, the little loach Tan Xue, and the Golden Armored Deity—had not yet found a place to settle in the Wilderness World.

This meant that Yang Simu had to complete the deal with Old Man Yang in the backyard of Yangs Shop as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile helplessly in his heart.

This being, one of the supreme deities of the Old Heavenly Court, had been planning a retreat for him on his own person right from the start!

However, looking at it from this perspective, Old Man Yang was truly courageous.

Because once this Celestial Lord Qingtong made a misjudgment, he would have no retreat left.

However, Old Man Yang, who had bound himself in Lizhu Blessed Land, hardly had any retreat to begin with.

By placing a heavy bet on Yang Simu, he instead gained a sliver of a chance to be reborn!

Just as Yang Simu was struggling in his heart with how to answer the question, a black cat suddenly ran in from outside the door and jumped onto Yang Simu's shoulder in one bound.

The black cat bared its teeth at Grand Sword Immortal Chen Qingdu, as if refuting the words the Grand Sword Immortal had just spoken.

Seeing this, Grand Sword Immortal Chen Qingdu immediately chuckled with a hint of disdain.

"You are merely a transformation of one of that Old Blind Man's eyeballs; how dare you act this way towards me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a streak of Sword Qi abruptly appeared in front of Yang Simu.

Before he could even react, this streak of white Sword Qi had already struck the black cat on his shoulder!

"Meow!"

The black cat let out a miserable yelp and fell directly to the ground.

Yang Simu's expression was one of shock. Grand Sword Immortal Chen Qingdu's move was simply too fast; it wasn't that he didn't want to block it, but that he was completely unable to!

Fortunately, when Yang Simu turned his head to look, the black cat had already hopped a few times and stood up from the ground.

It immediately raised its tail, bared its teeth, and its fur stood on end.

Yang Simu finally let out a long sigh of relief. If this black cat had really been slain by a single sword strike from Grand Sword Immortal Chen Qingdu...

...he really didn't know how he would explain it to the Old Blind Man when he arrived at the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Meanwhile.

At the entrance of a firewood courtyard in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, a blind old man in cloth garments had just caught two Golden Carp. He had been in a pretty good mood.

But at this moment, his face immediately darkened. He looked up toward the north and cursed loudly, "You wretch Chen Qingdu, if you have the ability, come to the Hundred Thousand Mountains and fight me!"

On a mountain peak in the distance, after absorbing her true form that Yang Simu had brought out from Zhenzhu Mountain in Lizhu Blessed Land, Wang Zhu's strength had truly reached the Ascension Realm!

Coupled with the nine-dragon robe, an immortal weapon on her body, her strength was even greater than many older-generation Ascension Realm Throne-level Great Demons!

However, at this very moment, hearing the Old Blind Man's voice, the Green-Clad Girl, who had already grown into a graceful and stunning beauty, could not help but tremble inwardly, feeling a trace of fear.

Wang Zhu gently pursed her lips.

She had originally thought that once she reached the Ascension Realm, she would at least be able to fight this Old Blind Man.

But now it seemed that she was still too naive!

Immediately after, a Green-Clad Girl wearing an apron around her waist and holding a ladle in her hand ran out of the firewood courtyard in a flurry.

"Young Master Master, please don't be angry!"

"If you are really angry, you can hit me to vent your anger!"

"But please be gentle, I'm afraid of pain..."

The Green-Clad Girl's voice grew quieter and quieter, and her little head gradually drooped.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, she closed her eyes tightly in fear.

However, the Old Blind Man, who had been furious just a moment ago, only raised his hand and gently patted the Green-Clad Girl on her head, his smile exceptionally kind.

If the Tender Daoist were to see this scene, he would certainly open his dog mouth in shock and miserably shout the words "Unfair."

"Even if I am angry at that brat Yang Simu, I could never be angry at you, Xiao Qing!"

"I am still waiting for you to make fish soup for me."

As he said this, the Old Blind Man handed over the fish basket in his hand.

However, this time Xiao Qing stubbornly shook her head, "Young Master Master, can... can you please not be angry at the Young Master?" she said in a soft, sweet voice.

The Old Blind Man nodded helplessly, and only then did Xiao Qing take the fish basket with a full face of smiles and run into the kitchen like the wind.

Just at this moment, a woman with long hair walked out of the kitchen. Even without wearing battle armor, she still looked heroic and spirited.

She performed a curtsy and said respectfully, "Senior, the meal will be ready soon. Please wait a little longer."

The Old Blind Man nodded with satisfaction and sat down on a bamboo chair in the courtyard.

Over the past few days, thanks to the presence of Xiao Qing and Duan Yutong, the Old Blind Man, who had stayed in the Hundred Thousand Mountains for ten thousand years, had finally been able to eat many delicious meals.

After all, you couldn't exactly hope that an old man and an old dog could cook any gourmet food, could you?

The Old Blind Man suddenly snorted coldly again and cursed in a low voice, "There are such beautiful women in the Hundred Thousand Mountains waiting for you, nearly washing their faces with tears every day, yet this brat doesn't even know to come back sooner?"

Thinking back to when he was outside the Great Wall of Sword Qi and saw several quite beautiful young women by Yang Simu's side.

The Old Blind Man secretly cursed his first Disciple for flirting with women everywhere!

"Achoo!"

On the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Yang Simu, having just walked out of the thatched cottage, suddenly sneezed violently.

He rubbed his nose, thinking to himself, who is cursing me again?

Just now in the thatched cottage, for some reason, Grand Sword Immortal Chen Qingdu had suddenly become angry.

Seeing that the situation wasn't right, Yang Simu had quickly slipped out.

As he walked along the ramparts, every Sword Cultivator he passed would greet him.

Whether they were of the younger generation or the older generation of Sword Cultivators.

Even a few Sword Cultivators of the Upper Five Realms would smile and nod at him in acknowledgement.

Just as Yang Simu was about to walk down from the ramparts, a strange voice suddenly called his name from behind.

He turned his head in confusion at the sound.

A young Daoist wearing what looked like somewhat shabby, but authentic, Daoist robes of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Celestial Master Mansion was waving at him.