519: Chapter 519 Our strength is sufficient

Outside the gates of Fusang Main City, Young Tribe Leader Ju Yunxiu's pale amber-gold eyes were fixed directly on Ling Hao. In her pupils, it was as if two tiny flames were ignited, and the faint vertical mark between her brows seemed to brighten slightly in the twilight.

She took half a step forward, her broad palm lifting slightly as if she wanted to reach out and tug on Ling Hao's sleeve, but she stopped abruptly in mid-air.

"Lord Moonshadow, when are we leaving?"

The five Giant Clan warriors behind her also looked over in unison, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Even in their shrunk state, these Giants were over eight feet tall, standing out like cranes among chickens in the bustling crowd before the city gate.

Every passing Cultivator couldn't help but look up twice. And the three figures they were crowding around—a man in green robes, a woman in a moon-white dress, and a little girl adorned with jingling silver ornaments—consequently became the focus of everyone's attention.

Some Cultivators muttered in hushed tones: "Who are those three? Why is the Giant Clan being so polite to them?"

Someone nearby replied: "They look like prominent Cultivators from a Sect. Strange, I always feel like I can't clearly see their faces."

Another said: "The Giant Clan never gave those big Sect Cultivators a good look before; today is the first time I've seen them this warm."

Someone couldn't help but speculate: "Those three came down from the East Sea Chamber of Commerce's spirit boat; perhaps they are people from the Chamber. I heard the Giant Clan and the East Sea Chamber of Commerce have a pretty good relationship."

A Loose Cultivator suddenly lowered his voice and chuckled: "Don't you think the way this Young Tribe Leader of the Giant Clan looks at that man is like she wants to eat him?"

Several Cultivators nearby immediately showed knowing smiles: "It's not just the Young Tribe Leader; aren't those few Giant Clan warriors the same? Their eyeballs are practically glued to that man in the green robes."

A Cultivator suddenly remembered something: "I recall that the Giant Clan has never intermarried with outsiders, right?"

Another Cultivator stroked his chin and said: "That's true. But then again, if a member of the Human Race were to intermarry with the Giant Clan, that Human Race member would be miserable—just look at that size, once they sit on top..."

"Boom—" Before the words could finish, a dull roar suddenly came from the northern sky. A thick black mist churned up, instantly obscuring half the sky and rapidly condensing into the outline of a hideous giant beast.

It had the body of a sheep and a human face, tiger teeth and human claws. In its hollow eye sockets, a dark red light shone through, as if an evil thought that had been bound for a thousand years had suddenly broken its chains.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the strange phenomenon, and the discussion around Ling Hao and the Giant Clan in front of the city gate immediately shifted to the horizon.

"It's here again," a Cultivator said, looking up at the giant beast phantom condensed from black mist, accustomed to it, "How many times has this been?"

"The Ancient Demon might be about to break the Seal." Someone said with a grave expression.

"Nonsense, it's clearly the Ancient Demon's death throes; it's about to die completely!" Someone nearby immediately retorted.

"There are records from ancient times," an old man said slowly, "The Fusang Supreme and the Ancient Demon perished together, and only the Dao Fruit remained in the world, which then fled. Whoever obtains that Dao Fruit has the hope of achieving Mahayana on the spot."

"What perished together? The Fusang Supreme only suppressed the Ancient Demon!" A young Cultivator couldn't help but interrupt, "Do you want the Ancient Demon to be alive that much? I think you're a spy sent by the True Demon Army!"

"I... I am not! I'm just stating facts!"

"He's feeling guilty! Fellow Daoists, let's attack together and capture him for interrogation!"

"I didn't!"

"It's you! You want to spread that the True Demon is dead so we let our guard down; you are the True Demon Army spy!"

Ling Hao withdrew his gaze and shook his head lightly.

This scene was just like the battles in the ACG gaming communities of his past life where people kept labeling each other.

He turned to Young Tribe Leader Ju Yunxiu: "Alright, let's go."

Young Tribe Leader Ju Yunxiu nodded hurriedly: "Alright. Lord Moonshadow, would you like to get on my shoulders? I can travel faster after returning to my normal state."

As she spoke, her figure began to grow slightly taller, the dark patterns on her clothes rearranging themselves as they stretched, clearly preparing to change from her shrunk state back to her normal state.

Ling Hao immediately felt two gazes land on his back simultaneously—one cold and aloof, the other carrying a hint of unfriendly scrutiny.

He coughed lightly and waved his hand: "Ahem, no need. I'll carry you all instead."

After finishing, he flicked his sleeve, and a gentle spiritual power wrapped up Young Tribe Leader Ju Yunxiu and the five Giant Clan warriors. The six tall figures were lifted within the spiritual power, and together with him, turned into a streak of light and sped towards the horizon.

Outside the Valley of Obscurity, amidst the surrounding mountains.

Quite a few people were already standing at the foot of the mountain. The leader was the Giant Clan Clan Chief—Ju Yingluo, whose figure was a few inches taller than Young Tribe Leader Ju Yunxiu.

Behind her stood the Grand Elder and several Elders, and further back was a massive crowd of clansmen, every one of them over eight feet tall, standing together like a raised hill. And beside them, several slender figures appeared particularly striking.

Yu Zhaohua stood at the very front, her silver-white hair hanging down to her waist, her plain cloud-patterned wide-sleeved robes fluttering slightly in the wind. Her height of over 1.7 meters made her look like a slender bamboo stalk that had wandered into a grove of giant trees amidst the crowd of Giants.

Half a step behind her, Yu Linglong leaned lazily against an old tree, wearing a moon-white chest-high ruqun covered by a gold-threaded gauze garment, with clouds swirling around her bare feet; Nangong Mei held her arms, her ochre-red gauze dress wrapping around that extremely fiery figure; Baili Qiao stood quietly to the side, the hem of her purple palace gown swaying gently in the wind.

Further back, Baili Rou and the others gazed at the horizon, their eyes filled with longing.

On the Giant Clan side, even the shortest clansman was over 2.4 meters tall; standing before them, Yu Linglong and the others appeared exceptionally delicate.

Yu Zhaohua's gaze had been fixed on the distant horizon. After a while, she spoke: "When will the Sect Master arrive?"

Yu Linglong glanced up at her, a playful smile appearing on the corner of her mouth: "Revered Master, this is the eighth time you have asked."

Yu Zhaohua paused, her silver-white hair blown by the wind to cover half her face, and in those ice-blue eyes, there seemed to be no fluctuation at all.

"Hmm, is that so?" Her tone was as cold and detached as ever, as if she hadn't realized at all that she had asked so many times.

Yu Linglong looked at her Revered Master's profile and shook her head inwardly. Revered Master seemed to have truly melted a little, but it was truly only a little.

"Five days ago, when you were still in secluded cultivation, the Sect Master sent a voice transmission to ask me," Yu Linglong said casually, "He said he met Young Tribe Leader Ju Yunxiu and the others and asked how to gain the trust of the Giant Clan. I told him that taking out the Sheng-Sheng Creation Spring would be enough. If the Sect Master and the others don't linger in Fusang Main City, they should be arriving soon."

"Hmm." Yu Zhaohua responded, still with that cold, frost-like demeanor.

"Cough, cough—" A suppressed cough came from not far away. Yu Linglong looked in the direction of the sound and saw Ju Yingluo covering her mouth with her hand, a trace of dark blood seeping out between her fingers. She then took a jade bottle from her waist, tilted her head back, and took a gulp, after which her pale complexion eased slightly.

Yu Linglong walked over. Ju Yingluo put down the jade bottle, turned to look at her, her voice carrying a hint of hoarseness: "Fellow Daoist Yu, does your Moonshadow Sect... really have so much Sheng-Sheng Creation Spring and Moon Essence?"

Yu Linglong smiled slightly: "Of course."

A trace of joy finally appeared on Ju Yingluo's face: "Good. The Giant Clan's Fusang Amber, Jadeized Mulberry Leaves, Fusang Fire-Washing Cloth, Peach Forest Amber Brew... whatever you fancy, you may choose."

"Happy to cooperate." Yu Linglong nodded.

Ju Yingluo nodded, then looked up at the sky behind, the joy on her face not yet fully faded before a layer of worry clouded it again.

"What is it, worrying about the Ancient Demon's Seal? There's no need to worry about that; when our Sect Master arrives, he can resolve it for you. At the very least, he can reinforce the Seal Formation for you."

Ju Yingluo was silent for a while and did not reply.

After a moment, she said in a low voice: "Even if you help the Giant Clan this much, my Giant Clan will not help you deal with the Golden Crow Holy Land."

"We don't need you." Yu Linglong's voice was nonchalant, "We are enough on our own."

Ju Yingluo was slightly stunned, then sighed: "I think you should return to Cangwu and endure for a while longer, until your strength is sufficient—"

"Our strength is already sufficient." Yu Linglong interrupted her.

Ju Yingluo opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't say anything more.

Suddenly, Yu Linglong and Ju Yingluo turned their heads at the same time, looking towards the distant horizon. Several streaks of light were breaking through the air, coming from afar, becoming clearer and clearer.