She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar-Chapter 123

The call of the Falling Moon Tree grew increasingly urgent for her.

Under the expectant gazes of the cultivators, the "Black Tortoise" soaring in the sky finally descended to the ground, transforming into a pair of strikingly handsome young man and woman, their demeanor intimate.

These two possessed an extraordinary aura, yet when they stood hand in hand, they appeared perfectly harmonious.

A few young cultivators watching them even felt an illusion—as if their presence could merge with the mountains and seas, resonating with the heavens and earth.

Though they stood before the crowd, their figures seemed to fade into the misty peaks. For a moment, this young pair gave everyone a sense of both familiarity and ethereality.

Yet in the next second, the girl on the left smiled and greeted the two city lords at the forefront: "City Lord Zhen, City Lord Meng."

Instantly, it was as if spring ice had cracked and snow atop a mountain had melted—the distant, otherworldly air dissolved into warm familiarity.

Someone muttered under their breath, "So the Black Tortoise is a married couple..."

Though the speaker's voice was soft, everyone present was a cultivator with keen senses.

Naturally, the words reached Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang's ears.

On the surface, Wu Manshuang maintained a composed gaze, nodding politely to the two city lords.

But beneath his wide sleeves, he couldn't help but entwine Yan Luoyue's fingers more tightly with his own.

As for Yan Luoyue, she had never been overly concerned with appearances, nor was she as rigid as her serpent companion.

So the moment she heard the "married couple" remark, she simply chuckled.

If there was anyone displeased, it was likely the "Vermilion Bird" circling above—none other than the Crying Flame.

A few onlookers craned their necks, hoping to see if the Vermilion Bird's human form would be a fiery, enchanting beauty.

Yet the next moment, instead of witnessing a transformation, they were met with a furious outburst.

The fiery bird opened its beak and squawked, "What nonsense about a married couple—are you all blind...?!"

Before it could finish, Yan Luoyue, unfazed and still smiling brightly, grabbed the Crying Flame and stuffed it headfirst into the depths of her sleeve.

Everyone: "..."

Zhen Zhuo'er quickly stepped forward, greeting them warmly:

"So it's the two envoys from the Guiyuan Sect! It's been so long since we last met—your cultivation has advanced remarkably."

Pausing slightly, her gaze swept over their clasped hands as she teased, "And your relationship has progressed even further!"

Compared to the eloquent Zhen Zhuo'er, Meng Zhun, the city lord of Chiyu, was far more reserved.

Following Zhen Zhuo'er, he bowed solemnly and said, "Guiyuan Sect envoys," before falling silent.

Yan Luoyue smiled at him and added, "Yan Bixin is my senior brother."

At this, Meng Zhun's eyes instantly brightened.

He took two eager steps forward, exclaiming, "It's been years—how is Master Yan...?"

Before he could finish, the surrounding sounds of battle snapped him back to reality.

His expression remained unchanged, but a trace of regret seeped into his voice:

"What a pity we meet on such a day. With these invaders wreaking havoc, there's no time for reminiscing."

With that, he gripped the heavy sword at his waist, ready to charge back into the fray.

Yet before he could take a step, Zhen Zhuo'er swiftly pulled him back.

Sure enough, Yan Luoyue spoke up with a calm smile: "No need to trouble yourself, City Lord Meng."

In the next instant, she plucked the black-and-white hairpin from her hair.

In the blink of an eye, the pin transformed into a colossal tree, half black and half white, towering between heaven and earth—captivating the attention of both cultivators and invaders alike.

Yan Luoyue gave the tree trunk a light tap, causing fragments of aged bark and leaves near the roots to disintegrate into a fine, nearly invisible powder.

Simultaneously, Wu Manshuang's unfurled wings stirred, summoning a sudden gale that carried wisps of mist.

The wind seemed sentient, deftly avoiding every cultivator present.

In moments, nearly every invader was dusted with the powder, and much of it was swept straight into the dark void of the spatial rift.

From the summoning of the Mirror Tree to Wu Manshuang's whirlwind, the entire sequence took less than twenty breaths.

Then, Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang exchanged a glance, their hands still clasped—

In the next heartbeat, faster than wheat falling to a scythe, faster than blood spurting from a severed neck—

Tens of thousands of invaders, their eyes crimson and teeth bared moments before, collapsed lifelessly to the ground!

The abrupt turn of events left the cultivators stunned.

For a moment, the only sounds were the wind sweeping across the battlefield and the shocked, ragged breaths of the onlookers.

It was a bird's cry that shattered the silence.

A small, flame-like head crowned with resplendent plumage struggled free from Yan Luoyue's sleeve.

The bird squawked in astonishment, "Little sapling, big rock—you two showing off your love actually killed all the filthy things!"

Yan Luoyue: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Maintaining her flawless smile, Yan Luoyue pressed the Crying Flame's head down, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it back into her sleeve.

Zhen Zhuo'er stifled a laugh, about to speak, when a faint commotion rose behind her.

Turning, she saw two young cultivators from the Cuiyu Sect pushing excitedly through the crowd, kicking up twin trails of dust as they sprinted toward Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang.

One shouted, "That's my little sister—my little sister is amazing!"

The other immediately countered, "She's my little sister too—our little sister is amazing!"

Everyone: "..."

Hearing the familiar address, Yan Luoyue couldn't suppress a smile.

Her heart swelling, she darted forward in a few graceful leaps, arriving before them.

Meanwhile, Wu Manshuang remained where he stood, first extracting a drop of blood from his fingertip.

Zhen Zhuo'er, having met the envoys once before, knew that while Yan Luoyue was warm and playful, Wu Manshuang was disciplined and duty-bound.

True to form, the moment the blood touched the earth, it was absorbed without resistance.

Then, cultivators tasked with clearing the battlefield suddenly found their hands empty.

Looking down, they saw the mountainous piles of invader corpses crumble into ash before their eyes!

Zhen Zhuo'er's pupils contracted slightly.

"Such skill, Envoys!"

Wu Manshuang nodded politely. "A trivial trick, hardly worth mentioning."

Zhen Zhuo'er returned his smile warmly, though inwardly she marveled:

Last time they met, this young man had shrouded himself in a cloak, isolating himself from others.

As for this meeting, though Wu Manshuang wasn’t wearing his black hooded cloak, his overly polite demeanor erected an invisible barrier between himself and the mortal world.

No wonder he’s Yan Bixin’s junior brother, huh?

Yan Bixin had something of a cleanliness obsession when it came to objects.

As for this Wu Manshuang, he seemed utterly indifferent when it came to people’s hearts.

Before this thought could fully form, Zhen Zhuo’er watched in stunned silence as Wu Manshuang performed a complete face-switching act, as if straight out of Sichuan opera.

In the next moment, Yan Luoyue came running over cheerfully, pulling one brother in each hand.

When their eyes met, Yan Luoyue gave Wu Manshuang a firm, meaningful nod.

Yan Luoyue preemptively warned, “By the way, brothers, don’t be too shocked by what we’re about to say, okay?”

Yan Gan laughed carelessly. “These are earth-shattering times. Even if you told me the sun was actually this little bird hiding in your sleeve, I wouldn’t bat an eye.”

Yan Luoyue: “……”

As for Sang Ji, he was visibly wary. “Hold on—who’s this ‘we’ you’re talking about?”

He’d been meaning to ask—when his little sister descended from the skies like a divine intervention earlier, hadn’t she been dragging along a pitch-black accessory?

The next second, Yan Gan and Sang Ji found themselves yanked by Yan Luoyue right in front of Wu Manshuang.

Having not seen Wu Manshuang in years, Yan Gan hesitated for a moment, struggling to recall how to address him. “You’re… oh, right, you’re the younger brother, aren’t you?”

“No.” Wu Manshuang smiled humbly, lowering his head with an air of perfect courtesy. “Brothers may call me brother-in-law.”

Yan Gan: “!!!”

—So this was what his sister had meant to say! How could anyone not be shocked by this?!

Sang Ji: “!!!”

—He knew it! The moment he saw that inky-black accessory clinging to his sister, he’d seen it coming!

For a moment, it felt as though the heavens had collapsed and the sun and moon had dimmed.

Yan Gan and Sang Ji were convinced that even if twenty spatial rifts had opened in the demon realm simultaneously, the impact wouldn’t compare to the devastation of this news.

Yan Gan forced a laugh. “Haha, little brother sure knows how to joke…”

Sang Ji, with slightly better mental fortitude, even tried to help Wu Manshuang save face:

“Ahahaha, I get it! You were holding hands earlier because you were playing ‘drop the handkerchief,’ right?”

Wu Manshuang chuckled leisurely, having already dropped his bombshell. Now, he prepared to make a graceful exit.

The cunning little serpent left his two brothers-in-law to stew in the aftermath, extending a hand to Yan Luoyue with a smile. “Luoyue, we should go.”

Before leaving, he didn’t forget to bid his brothers-in-law a courteous farewell. “Brothers, we’ll take our leave now.”

Yan Luoyue waved at them too. “Take care of Sister Yu for us. We’ll head out while the spatial passage is still open!”

Sang Ji managed with difficulty: “…Alright. See you later, little sister.”

Yan Gan’s voice cracked. “…Little sister, come back soon.”

Watching the two depart in such intimacy, the brothers clutched their chests in anguish, overcome with regret.

At this moment, recalling the tiny emerald serpent that had once coiled around Yan Luoyue’s wrist like a bracelet years ago, Yan Gan finally understood the meaning of “inviting a snake into one’s home” and “releasing a serpent back into the wild.”

The world had grown so bitterly cold.

The only warmth left came from the fiery bird poking its head out of Yan Luoyue’s sleeve.

The beautiful creature stretched its neck as far as it could, chirping frantically at the two brothers:

“Chirp chirp chirp! I get it! I get you! I totally get you right now!!!”

Yan Luoyue: “……”

Wu Manshuang: “……”

You really… didn’t have to be this understanding.

……

This brief reunion on the battlefield had lasted less than half a cup of tea’s time, yet it filled Yan Luoyue’s heart with boundless strength.

Yan Gan, Sang Ji, that fleeting glimpse of the Moonlit Market, and all those youthful memories…

Those vibrant recollections flowed like a mountain spring, gently nourishing her spirit.

For a moment, even the pitch-black spatial rift torn open by their enemies seemed to shimmer with hopeful fireflies.

Back ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‍when Yan Luoyue was still the Moonwood, only Wu Manshuang’s stone and the Crying Fire had kept her company.

Only when she walked upon this land—the land she had nurtured and loved—with flesh and blood did the world burst into such vivid color.

Sister Yu, her two brothers, the Little Nun, Jiang Tingbai, Ji Qinghong, Er Shibi, Chang Lili, Yin Wangyou… and so many others who had crossed paths with her.

And now, she and Wu Manshuang could finally embrace with their arms, intertwine their fingers, speak volumes with their eyes, and press their lips to—ahem.

These priceless memories were the very reason Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang could not afford to lose.

Hand in hand, they stepped into the swirling maw of the spatial rift.

Normally, it should have been teeming with hostile creatures.

But earlier, Wu Manshuang had scattered the dust of the Mirror Tree inside, clearing the path ahead.

Now, instead of an oncoming horde, the passage was littered with the still-warm corpses of demonic beasts, their thick miasma masking Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang’s presence.

This time, their entry stirred no alarm.

By the time the Puppet-Web of Devoured Emotions realized, their feet would already be treading demon soil.

As they walked over the corpses, Wu Manshuang suddenly furrowed his brow in thought.

Yan Luoyue noticed immediately, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “What’s wrong?”

Wu Manshuang murmured, “You know my Yin energy can’t disrupt these creatures from within.”

Yan Luoyue nodded. “Mhm.”

Wu Manshuang could wield his Yin force externally to erase the invaders.

He could also use Yan Luoyue’s artifacts—like the Mirror Tree—to reduce their life force to zero.

But unlike with the Hollowtongue Palace Master, he couldn’t destabilize the invaders’ internal Yin-Yang balance.

Because these creatures weren’t native to this realm. Their bodies didn’t carry this world’s energy.

Yet just now…

Wu Manshuang’s gaze lingered on the corpses beneath their feet.

He was certain—he had sensed an almost imperceptible thread of connection within them.

Without hesitation, Yan Luoyue plucked the Crying Fire from her sleeve.

“Crying Fire, check if they carry any Yang energy.”

The firebird obeyed.

After a moment, it flapped its wings impatiently, like a gamer stuck on a “spot the difference” puzzle.

“Yes? No?” it chirped. “Maybe a little? I think there’s a little!”

After a brief pause, it skeptically pointed a wingtip at a round, bloated demon. “Wait, this one’s got none!”

Wu Manshuang swiftly scanned the next dozen or so corpses and confirmed:

"The Rolling Demon is absent, but all other demonic creatures are present... As for the Love-Devouring Demon, we haven’t encountered it yet, so its existence remains uncertain."

Since both Wu Manshuang and Wu Ti confirmed this, there was no need to doubt its authenticity.

So, had these aberrant creatures suddenly established a connection with this world?

Or perhaps...

Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang exchanged glances, finding no comfort in this new discovery.

At this moment, both their expressions turned grave.

Yan Luoyue spoke softly, "We and that puppet Love-Devouring Web are like two ends of a pipe."

If one end of the pipe is connected, the other end is bound to sense it.

For tens of thousands of years, these aberrant creatures had shown no changes.

Thus, Yan Luoyue refused to believe that, in the blink of an eye, they had all simultaneously reacted to the cultivation world.

Instead of the explanation that "the aberrant creatures have begun establishing ties with the cultivation world," Yan Luoyue leaned toward another possibility...

"The puppet Love-Devouring Web," Wu Manshuang suddenly said. "It is the progenitor of all aberrant creatures in this world."

Just as humans develop brittle nails when lacking certain trace elements, the condition of the extremities can reveal the health of the whole body.

The same logic applied to these aberrant creatures.

As the saying goes, "From one small clue, one can see the greater picture." The reactions of these mid- and high-level demonic creatures could hint at the state of the puppet Love-Devouring Web.

In that instant, though neither voiced it aloud, the same thought flowed through their minds—could it be that the puppet Love-Devouring Web was attempting to establish a connection with this world?

Before long, the two had traversed the spatial passage and set foot in the demon realm.

Midway through their journey, they encountered an oncoming horde of aberrant creatures.

The moment their feet touched the demon realm’s soil, Wu Manshuang transformed into a Teng snake, coiling around Yan Luoyue as they soared into the sky.

From above, the aberrant creatures looked like swarming ants, their heads bobbing in a dense, seething mass.

As Wu Manshuang flew forward, Yan Luoyue scattered powdered Mirror Trees into the air.

Once the powder descended, whether the creatures below lived or died, the two pressed on, unhindered by their presence.

Yan Luoyue glanced down and inadvertently spotted the mountain they had infiltrated during their last visit to the demon realm.

From their current vantage point, beyond the mountain, stood the towering Moonfall Tree at the heart of the demon realm.

She remained hidden behind a veil of mist and clouds, her branches stretching out, embodying the vastness of heaven and earth.

But this time, the Moonfall Tree no longer sent signals of rejection to Yan Luoyue.

A faint intuition stirred within her—when she gazed in that direction, the Moonfall Tree’s branches seemed to stretch even further, as if eagerly anticipating her approach... or even growing impatient.

Yan Luoyue whispered, "Manshuang, did you just try to manipulate the Yin energy within the living aberrant creatures?"

"I did." After a pause, Wu Manshuang added, "The connection... is faint, flickering on and off, but it’s undeniably present."

Yan Luoyue mused, "I also feel that the Moonfall Tree’s call to me is growing more urgent."

It seemed something significant had happened.

In the next moment, Wu Manshuang abruptly accelerated, speeding toward the colossal tree.

...

The scene shifted back to the main hall of the human alliance’s headquarters.

On the massive map spanning dozens of feet, each flame symbol marked an incursion by aberrant creatures.

The Guiyuan Sect’s sect master tapped his fingers across the map repeatedly.

With each new report transmitted via message stones, fresh flames ignited while others flickered out.

Despite the puppet Love-Devouring Web’s innate advantage in opening spatial passages, even this task required considerable effort.

For a time, both sides remained locked in a dynamic stalemate.

Whether it was the opponent striving to tear open spatial passages or the cultivators working tirelessly to seal the demonic rifts, both sides tugged at the metaphorical rope, each trying to pull the advantage toward themselves.

Gradually, the number of burning flames on the map dwindled at an excruciatingly slow pace.

Though new spatial passages occasionally burst open, serving as mere distractions, these were swiftly dealt with—once the initial wave of invaders was slain, talisman and formation masters joined forces to seal the breaches.

In the main hall, everyone marveled for the hundred and eighth time at how effective Ji Qinghong’s portable sealing technique had become after its refinement.

Though the sect master had always enjoyed a sterling reputation, he rarely basked in Ji Qinghong’s limelight.

For once, his beard twitched upward in a faint smile.

A certain elder had been silently observing the battle. After a while, he remarked gravely, "The aberrant creatures are growing restless."

—Their tactics had become erratic.

Previously, the puppet Love-Devouring Web had concentrated on opening spatial passages, deploying overwhelming numbers to press the attack while simultaneously harassing nearby areas with additional rifts.

Now, it was opening passages haphazardly.

And before long, these newly opened passages were suppressed by the human realm.

Someone ventured optimistically, "Is its condition deteriorating?"

The sect master pondered before replying slowly, "Or perhaps it simply didn’t anticipate that, after just three thousand years, our resolve would be so unyielding and our capabilities so formidable."

At the mention of this, the hall fell silent. Every person present wore a peculiar expression.

After a pause, someone scoffed, "In all these years, these aberrations have harassed the spirit realm, tangled with the demonic races, diverted their attention to attack the demon realm twenty years ago, and now launched this sudden assault on the human realm..."

"Just how much time have these beasts truly dedicated to preparing for this war?"

The sect master clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes closed, his aura sharp and unified like an unsheathed sword.

He nodded slowly. "That puppet Love-Devouring Web—it is alien in form, appearance, and mind. Thus, it cannot comprehend, cannot anticipate—"

"For this inevitable war, the entire cultivation world has spent three thousand years in preparation."

...

In the main hall, the sect master and the various sect leaders issued orders in a methodical manner.

With the initial success in sealing the demonic rifts and controlling the number of spatial passages, it was time to proceed to the next phase.

In the previous directive, the headquarters had instructed cultivators stationed at key strongholds like Dark Crow City and Starwatch Tower to concentrate their forces.

Now, the human realm would shift from defense to offense, preparing to counterattack the demon realm.

The orders trickled down through the ranks, growing increasingly detailed and practical.

By the time they reached Yuan Feiyu, they included even the most mundane instructions, such as "ensuring all items are properly packed in storage pouches."

Yuan Feiyu complied without hesitation, never dismissing even the simplest of commands.

He not only practiced this himself but also instructed his junior disciples and the cultivators under his command to do the same.

Yuan Feiyu knew that among the essential items stored in a spatial pouch, one was of utmost importance—the specially formulated medicinal powder developed by Chang Lili of the Alchemy Peak.

This powder could render the Heteromorph Mothers infertile, halting the production of new hybrid breeds.

...

By now, the Alchemy Peak of the Guiyuan Sect had undergone a transformation.

Common medicinal herbs had been uprooted, and in their place, an assembly line for refining the powder had been established.

This "assembly line" technique was first introduced by Yan Luoyue for crafting gaming devices.

Later, after Yan Luoyue departed for the Spirit Realm, the responsibility fell to Ji Qinghong.

Surprisingly, Ji Qinghong took an unusual interest in the matter.

—Though, according to whispered speculations among onlookers, the general consensus was that his enthusiasm stemmed from the personal dividends he earned from the gaming device business.

Ahem. In any case, Ji Qinghong proved unexpectedly reliable this time.

Beyond the gaming device assembly lines of the Guiyuan Sect, he even modified several production lines for standard magical artifacts.

When the great war began, nearly every participating cultivator was issued a standard supply kit.

Each kit contained a spatial pouch, a magical sword, a stack of talismans, a case of common elixirs, and, most crucially, a packet of the specialized medicinal powder.

Among these, the spatial pouches and magical swords were forged on the artifact assembly lines.

Upon learning of this, Chang Lili paid a visit to Sulu Hall, seeking an audience with Ji Qinghong.

Her timing was impeccable.

After all, at the time, the peak was still known as the "Peak Where No One Comes to Bring Me Any Amusement in Life."

Strictly speaking, Chang Lili and Ji Qinghong had no prior relationship.

Though she was on good terms with Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang, Ji Qinghong... was not the type of reliable master who would humor his disciples.

Thus, upon entering Sulu Hall, Chang Lili took the initiative.

The moment she laid eyes on Ji Qinghong, she presented him with her creations.

The first: the sterilization powder, which Ji Qinghong had already heard of.

The second: a peculiar plant capable of transferring a rabbit's false pregnancy sensation to the fruit on its branches.

Ji Qinghong: "..."

This plant was a byproduct of Chang Lili's research into biological cultivation techniques.

Her original motivation for the study stemmed from a burning question: Why were rabbits so prone to pregnancy—even false pregnancies—while her mermaid cultivation techniques couldn't even produce a single egg?

As for the final product... it could only be described as a happy accident.

This unexpected gift left Ji Qinghong thoroughly impressed.

He burst into laughter, his crimson eyes shimmering with an even deeper hue than usual.

From then on, Ji Qinghong received Chang Lili with a beaming smile.

Not only did he accept her deposit and agree to develop an alchemy furnace assembly line for her, but he even personally escorted her out with uncharacteristic warmth.

This left Chang Lili feeling that Demon Venerable Ji wasn’t as difficult to deal with as the rumors suggested.

Except... there was one puzzling detail...

Ever since that visit, Chang Lili inexplicably kept tripping over nothing.

And the closer she got to the alchemy furnace assembly line, the more frequent her falls became.

Chang Lili: "..."

She had a suspicion, but she didn’t dare confront Ji Qinghong about it.

Thus, it could be said that she paid a considerable price for obtaining the assembly line.

Now, the results proved that this hard-won production line lived up to her expectations.

At this very moment, the assembly line churned out a continuous stream of finished powder, depositing it into the spatial storage crates at the end.

This formula was the fifth drug Yan Luoyue had personally tested on the Heteromorph Mothers during her journey to the Demon Realm.

Among her peers and cultivators of the same level, Chang Lili’s combat skills were far from the best.

But as an alchemist, she had her own battlefield.

In her specialized field, Chang Lili stood unrivaled, scaling the summit of her craft with the confidence of an undefeated general.

She dipped her fingers into the spatial storage crate, scooping up a pinch of powder and letting it sift through her fingers.

With unwavering resolve, she thought: If only we can breach the Demon Realm!

—If only we can scatter this medicine across the entire Demon Realm!

Victory will be ours!

...

While Chang Lili harbored these thoughts, Shen Jingxuan in the Demon Realm was already preparing to put them into action.

The situation in the Demon Realm was far better than in the Human Realm.

The Puppet Heart-Eaters had not reinforced their troops, maintaining the same scale of warfare as the past twenty years.

Not long ago, Shen Jingxuan led a group of disciples from the Temple of Heavenly Sound, alongside reinforcements from the Guiyuan Sect and the Snow Domain, to the Demon Realm.

This act of solidarity mirrored the Demon Realm’s earlier dispatch of vulture demons to help the Human Realm dispose of mountains of hybrid corpses—a gesture of alliance between realms.

After all, while the Demon Realm boasted a diverse array of demons, each excelling in their unique abilities, not all were adept at combat.

Moreover, the Demon Realm prioritized honing innate talents over refining artifacts, alchemy, formations, or talismans.

Thus, this time, the Temple of Heavenly Sound sent forth numerous warrior monks and nuns, while the Snow Domain mobilized a contingent of sword cultivators.

The Guiyuan Sect, in turn, dispatched experts in formations, talismans, alchemy, and artifact crafting to aid the Demon Realm in sealing the spatial rifts now scattered across their lands.

Each had strengths to complement the other’s weaknesses.

This was a collaboration where both realms stood to gain.

Upon arrival, the Human Realm reinforcements were deployed to various posts.

Among them, Shen Jingxuan and a group of Buddhist cultivators were stationed at the Banner of Pure Enlightenment—a name bearing ties to Buddhist lore, making their presence there seem almost predestined.

Compared to the Human Realm, the battles in the Demon Realm were far less ferocious.

This was partly because the mastermind prioritized the Human Realm.

But it was also because, over the past two decades, the hybrids had already entrenched themselves in the Demon Realm.

Here, they no longer needed to pave their way forward with blood and flesh as they did in the Human Realm.

A modest hybrid outpost stood before the Banner of Pure Enlightenment.

When Shen Jingxuan and her companions arrived, both sides had just concluded a skirmish and entered a stalemate.

The banner’s lord stepped forward to greet the newly arrived Buddhist cultivators with a respectful bow.

"Venerable Jingxuan, according to our intelligence, this camp houses two hundred thirty-one Heteromorph Mothers and one spatial rift. Beyond the rift lies a natural stone platform, where the hybrids are few and defenses lax."

The precision of this intelligence was almost suspicious—detailed enough to make one question whether it was a trap.

The Buddhist cultivators from the Temple of Sanskrit Chants were newcomers here. Logically, they should simply follow orders and refrain from interfering in the decisions of the demon realm.

Yet, upon hearing such detailed intelligence, they exchanged a few glances and couldn’t help but ask a few more questions.

At the forefront, Shen Jingxuan clasped her hands together and bowed deeply to the Zhunti Banner Leader.

“This humble nun apologizes for the intrusion, but may I ask where the benefactor obtained this information?”

The Zhunti Banner Leader burst into laughter.

From this question alone, it was clear that this venerable master was still unfamiliar with the species of their demon realm.

With unwavering confidence, the Zhunti Banner Leader declared, “Our people saw it with their own eyes!”

Shen Jingxuan was momentarily taken aback. How could one see it personally? Unless…

She considered one possibility: “The insect tribe?”

But as far as Shen Jingxuan knew, the aberrant invaders had suffered greatly from insect-based reconnaissance in the past, so once their camps were established, they took extra precautions against the insect tribe.

These invading aberrants couldn’t craft artifacts or refine pills, but they were perfectly capable of digging pits and burying things.

Thus, they planted a unique demon-realm plant in their camps—a plant whose scent was lethally potent against the insect tribe.

After this plant spread to the human realm, people gave it a nickname: “Mosquito Repellent.”

“Not the insect tribe. They’ve planted Mosquito Repellent Grass to guard against them,” the Banner Leader waved his hand dismissively, chuckling heartily. “Our people walked right in and saw it openly!”

With that, the Zhunti Banner Leader pointed behind Shen Jingxuan, signaling her to look.

Shen Jingxuan was startled.

Only then did she realize that an unfamiliar presence had appeared in the tent unnoticed.

Had the Banner Leader not pointed it out, and had the presence not deliberately revealed a flaw, neither she nor the other Buddhist cultivators would have detected this person’s existence at all!

What an advanced and rare concealment technique this must be, Shen Jingxuan mused silently.

“This is…?”

The Zhunti Banner Leader grinned broadly. “She’s a chameleon demon from the Chameleon Tribe!”

Shen Jingxuan: “…” Oh. So it was a racial trait.

The Zhunti Banner Leader eagerly explained, “Among the Chameleon Tribe, there’s a meticulously refined technique called Three-Dimensional Invisibility Art.”

The innate talent of the Chameleon Tribe lay precisely in this.

Once they cultivated this technique to conceal their aura, they became the finest spies and scouts in the world.

Next, the Zhunti Banner Leader brought up their upcoming offensive plans.

“At this moment, we hold the advantages of timing, terrain, and demonic unity. If we can crush this aberrant stronghold, we’ll storm straight into the demon realm and spread the special medicinal powder the masters have brought, delivering a fatal blow to the aberrant army!”

“The masters’ Buddhist arts are profound. We humbly ask for your support from the sidelines…”

This was a carefully considered position the Zhunti Banner Leader had reserved specifically for the venerable masters of the Temple of Sanskrit Chants—a safe role.

Just as Shen Jingxuan wasn’t entirely familiar with the demon realm, the demon realm wasn’t entirely familiar with the Temple of Sanskrit Chants either.

So, in the Zhunti Banner Leader’s mind, Buddhist cultivators were all clad in golden bell-like defenses, as hard and immovable as tortoise shells, methodically spending long hours pacifying their foes.

—At this moment, the Zhunti Banner Leader had no idea that among nuns, there existed a type known as “Through Your Skull My Spiky Fist Shall Pass.”