"Everyone is a saint, and everyone makes mistakes. He frowned and pressed his hand against his forehead, afraid to think about anything else.
What was going on? He clearly knew the answer, but he was afraid to think about it in detail.
A while ago, Ru Xin held Li Qingshan's hand. After a moment of thought, she shoved a small bottle into his hand. The small bottle rippled with golden liquid. It was the Water of Oblivion that Ru Xin had only recently refined.
Li Qingshan's eyes widened slightly. He glanced at Ru Xin before glancing at Fu Qingjin below.
He was about to be asked about himself.
He no longer had the time to think about the effects of the Water of Oblivion or its side effects. He grabbed Ru Xin's soft hand and squeezed it gently as a form of gratitude. It was warm, smooth, and delicate. He did not have the time to examine it in detail.
He changed his posture very naturally, leaning his elbow on the table and covering his mouth with his hand. The Water of Oblivion flowed down his throat with scorching heat.
Because Li Qingshan sat towards the back, everyone's attention was gathered on Fu Qingjin and the cultivator he was questioning. Li Qingshan's small action did not attract anyone's attention.
When the Water of Oblivion entered his stomach, Li Qingshan did not find anything strange at all. He raised his head, and the glorious light from the ceiling was rather dazzling.
When he lowered his head again, Fu Qingjin had already returned to the central platform. He stood beside Liu Changqing. The danger had already passed.
"The large-scale invasion of daemons this time is a great danger for the Clear River prefecture and even us. The oath of the Demon Slayer and the responsibility of the Hundred Schools of Thought are all entrusted to this battle. Let's work together and defeat the daemons!" Let's fight here! "Liu Zhangqing waved his hand passionately.
What a beautiful sight! Li Qingshan sighed inside.
In his other field of view, he gazed at the Clear river that flowed eastwards. It was currently late spring, so the weeping willows on the two banks were shrouded in mist. The air was already very warm, but it was not scorching hot yet.
Walking through the spring breeze was like drinking fine wine. It was intoxicating.
What were they doing here? I can't think about it! Once he thought about it, he really didn't. Was this what it meant to be lost on the path of life?
Li Qingshan broke off a willow branch out of boredom and scattered his own shadow in the water.
Not far away. Beside the official road. A flag with the word "Tea" fluttered in the wind.
Old Man Liu had opened this tea stall for thirty-one years. This main road was the only way to enter the prefectural city from the west. There were countless merchants and tourists. When they were thirsty or tired, they would rest at his tea stall and drink a cup of tea. Business was still booming.
It wasn't until three years ago that the business started to slow down. However, he was also very contented. Compared to those who had fled with their families, he was very satisfied. He was already considered very good. This place was close to the edge of the Clear River prefecture. The greatest city that spanned fifteen hundred kilometers overlooked his tiny tea stall from behind.
No monsters would come here to harass them. Even if there were some who were ignorant, they would be easily dealt with by the adults in the city.
Business was quite good today. In groups of three or five, over a dozen customers sat under the tea stall and chatted idly. As they discussed, they could not help but mention the terrors of daemons.
Old man Liu listened on with a smile. He felt no pressure at all. Suddenly, the bushes by the river swayed. A person sat there vaguely, soliciting business loudly, "Sir, you must be tired from your journey. Come here and have a cup of tea to quench your thirst!"
The other customers all looked over, only to see the person stand up. The first thing they saw was a head of long, fiery-red hair that seemed to burn. His eyes were scarlet-red like charcoal. Even under the clear sky, it was enough to make people shiver.
"D- daemon!"
Everyone shuddered in their hearts. Everyone was familiar with the word daemon, but they had only heard of daemons that could assume human form. They had never seen one. It was said that all those who had seen one were dead. It was even said that even the adults who could use immortal techniques were not their opponents. No one knew whether that was true or not.
Old man Liu was tempted to slap himself across the face. What was he saying with his foul mouth? He turned around in an attempt to flee.
However, with a scarlet flash, the daemon had already arrived before him. He lowered his head and said to old man Liu, "Sure!"
"It's been a while since I've drunk …" Before Li Qingshan could even finish speaking, there was a thump. Old man Liu's legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground. He thought about it again. This was a daemon, so begging for mercy was useless. As a result, he straightened his body and played dead!
The other customers wailed and howled, scattering like birds and beasts.
Li Qingshan curled his lip and poured himself some tea. He drank a cup, but it was not enough. He picked up the teapot and directly poured it into his mouth.
The tea was not good, but he had almost forgotten about the feeling of being "human" over the past few years of cultivation. Now that he drank it again, he found it to be something else.
Gazing at the Clear River prefecture in the distance, he thought, I should want to go there!
As a result, he, Li Qingshan, carried the teapot in one hand and played with the willow branch in the other, making his way towards the Clear River prefecture steadily.
… …
In the building, after Liu Zhangqing's speech, everyone's spirits were roused. They were eager to try. They were not people who would be fooled by a few words, and it was not that they did not understand the dangers of war.
Actually, over the past three years, millions of regular people had lost their lives, and countless Qi Practitioners had died or been injured. However, there were not many Foundation Establishment cultivators who died or were injured. If it were not for the appearance of the Moon Devil, there would only have been around a tenth or twenty of them.
Having cultivated to such a level, whether it was talismans or arcane artifacts, there would always be a way to protect one's life. As long as they knew when to advance and retreat and did not force themselves, escaping from danger was actually not very difficult.
Not only would killing daemons yield precious daemon cores, but even their flesh, bones, and fur were all extremely precious items. It could be said that killing a Daemon General was enough to earn a fortune.
If the daemon cores they obtained were compatible with their own elemental affinity, their cultivation would take a great leap forward. Originally, they did not have the opportunity to break through to higher realms of cultivation, but now, they had the opportunity.
Moving alone might be dangerous, but with so many people together, what was there to be afraid of? Even if they ran into the rock demon or the blood demon, they had a way to deal with them as long as they were not too unlucky and ran into the Moon Devil.
"Right now, we know ourselves and our enemies. If we seize the initiative and plan carefully, we'll definitely be able to catch the daemons off-guard. I'm not good at this. General Han, can you come up with a strategy for us? "Fu Qingjin asked politely.
Han Anjun, who had remained silent the entire time, stood up and arrived at the lectern in a flash.
The school of the Military's expertise lay in commanding troops, formations, strategies, and military tactics. Even Fu Qingjin could not claim to be Han Anjun's match when it came to mobilising all the cultivators across the entire Clear River prefecture.
"Right now, there are only a few dozen Daemon Generals underground, and they lack an organisation and a commander, so there's nothing to fear. The rock demon is already dead, and the blood demon is injured, so there's nothing to worry about. Only the Moon Devil and the several dozen Foundation Establishment night roamers under his command pose a great threat. "
When they heard the two words "Moon Devil", everyone's spirits seemed to have been doused with a bucket of cold water. If they ran into the army of night roamers led by the Moon Devil, fleeing for their lives would not be as simple as running into the rock demon or the blood demon.
Fu Qingjin exhaled gently. He knew this was a hurdle they could not avoid. Even he found the two words "North Moon" rather troublesome. He had never thought the daemon path of the Clear River prefecture would produce such a powerful daemon.
Not only was his cultivation extremely powerful, but he also possessed intelligence that regular Daemon Generals did not possess. He had gathered a great group of night roamers as his followers. No matter who wanted to defeat this force, they would have to pay a heavy price.
As a member of the cultivation community of the Clear River prefecture, Begonia also listened in from a corner. She knew once the two organisations worked together, she would no longer be able to play both sides and remain uninvolved. When she saw how they paled when they talked about the "moon", she found it rather funny, but she also felt rather complacent.
She had personally seen the Moon Devil, no, the North Moon. She had even forced him to have a heart-to-heart talk with her on the Soaring Dragon ship. Now that she thought about it, she really had been bold back then. He was a vicious and cruel daemon!
However, in her impression, he was not as terrifying as they described him to be, although he was rather short-tempered. However, he was actually very mischievous, even rather gentle. At certain times, the feeling he gave her was more like a big child. He also had a lover.
At this moment, a Scarlet Wolf guard responsible for monitoring the surroundings of the Clear River prefecture reported, "Commander, daemons have entered the city."
Was it about to begin? Everyone shivered and made their preparations to purge daemons.
"It's just a daemon. What're you panicking for?" Wang Pushi saw how uneasy his subordinate was and became displeased.
"It seems … seems like … the Moon Devil!"
"What did you say?" Wang Pushi's expression changed. He was not the only one. All the other Foundation Establishment cultivators were surprised as well. Most of their enthusiasm for purging daemons vanished.
Liu Changqing immediately took out the Watermirror disc. With a wave of his hand, it immediately projected the entire Clear River prefecture. The western part of the city was in a state of chaos as people cried out and fled.
Everyone could not help but raise their heads, gazing at the Watermirror disc.
Liu Changqing circulated his spiritual qi, and the image in the Watermirror disc rapidly enlarged. A handsome, evil-looking face filled the entire Watermirror disc. His expression seemed rather lost and rather lazy. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and looked around. His eyes narrowed, meeting Liu Changqing's eyes.
"So you're here!"
Liu Changqing took a step back in surprise and called out, "Oh no, the Moon Devil wants to massacre the entire city!"
"Why isn't the formation working?"
"The Moon Devil can erase his aura."
As it turned out, a formation had been cast down within the boundaries of the Clear River prefecture since the beginning of the war. Although it could not restrict the entry and exit of regular people, as long as they sensed the slightest hint of daemon qi, there would be a warning, and the formation would come into effect. As a result, Liu Changqing, who watched over the prefectural city, could respond in advance. However, Li Qingshan could erase his aura completely, making his way in easily.
Fu Qingjin's heart sank. He had personally witnessed the horrendous state of Bronze Cauldron mountain. The Moon Devil seemed to possess the ability to cause earthquakes. If he really wanted to massacre the city, he would probably be even more effective than the rock demon and blood demon, and he would be completely unstoppable.
It was possible to imagine just how many buildings would collapse once an earthquake occurred. The Clear River prefecture would be reduced to ruins! This bastard had no intentions of massacring the entire city.
Li Qingshan had no intentions of massacring the city at all. After drinking the Water of Oblivion, he had forgotten many random things. The more profound they were, the more he was afraid of recalling them, afraid of forgetting them. However, he still remembered that he wanted to come to the prefectural city, so he was still furious.
"Fu Qingjin, you bastard. You've come up with schemes against me again. I'll show you what's coming!"
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