The bell of the temple to the Celestial Tree stopped ringing. The depths of the alley were quiet.
The girl quietly stood in front of the wooden door, pensive.
A low roar came from the small courtyard. This voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but it was as clear as if it had come from right next to one's ear. It was brimming with venomous curses and an unconcealable rage. It was extremely bizarre.
Several dozen strands of black mist surged out from the cracks in the wooden door.
But in the next moment, the low roar in the courtyard suddenly transformed into a cry brimming with fear.
The filthy and terrifying black mist did not even dare to approach the girl's body. It drifted far away, clearly terrified. Occasionally, a few strands of black mist would be blown by the wind in front of the girl, but they would be burned into smoke by a golden flame that came out of nowhere.
At these times, a few pained cries would come from the courtyard, sounding a little like the whimpering of a dog.
The wooden door of the small courtyard was simply incapable of enduring the clash of these two completely different Qis. It began to visibly decay and then slowly collapse.
Upon entering the courtyard, the girl froze at the sight of the neat pile of firewood.
This made her recall the first time she went to the Orthodox Academy, when she saw those neat and tidy clothes in the wardrobe in Chen Changsheng's room.
The short pine by the wall of the small courtyard had withered long ago, leaving behind a mixture of green and brown that was even more dazzling to the eye.
The white stones on the ground were covered in ten-some black footprints, but they were so small that they seemed to belong to a child.
The door to the room had long ago rotted away, several streams of dark liquid slowly dripping down from the beams, exuding a foul stench.
This once quiet and secluded courtyard had now become incredibly strange and terrifying.
Behind the half-broken paper door was Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi.
They were leaning against the wall, their faces pale. They seemed dead, but they were still alive.
Just a moment ago, they were just about to be killed by Chusu, perhaps even eaten, but Chusu had suddenly vanished.
Nothing seemed to be going on in the quiet courtyard, but experts of the Divine Domain like Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi could naturally tell that a silent but exceptionally dangerous battle was currently taking place within and without the gate of the courtyard.
When those golden flames burned the black mist into smoke, Bie Yanghong knew who had come.
He glanced at Wuqiong Bi and finally relaxed.
No matter how terrifying and powerful Chusu was, he could not defeat that girl.
Because that girl was Xu Yourong.
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Yes, the girl standing in the courtyard was Xu Yourong.
On the banks of the Tong River, when she received Chen Changsheng's letter, she handed the White Crane to him and returned to Holy Maiden Peak.
At the time, no one knew what she would do next. Ye Xiao Lian didn't know, Chen Chang Sheng didn't know, she herself didn't know.
She did not know why the first thing she did upon returning to Holy Maiden Peak was to gather her fellow disciples and begin to deal with the affairs of the temple.
In the process of dealing with the affairs of the temple, she knew what she wanted to do, or rather, what she wanted to do.
As a result, handling became handing over instructions. After handing over the affairs of the temple, she left Holy Maiden Peak.
The White Crane flew with incredible speed. Other than experts of the Divine Domain, no one could keep up.
She had set out a day later than Chen Changsheng, but they had arrived at White Emperor City around the same time.
Because she could fly too.
Just as she was about to leave for the Imperial City, she suddenly felt something, something that made her uncomfortable.
It was as if he had suddenly seen a rotting corpse on a clean, white grassland.
It was like seeing a plate of cold, greasy pig head meat when one's stomach was already full.
It was an extremely unpleasant mental experience.
Her Dao heart was brightly lit, so she could feel it even more vividly, even more unbearable.
Thus, she had followed this feeling to the end of the alley and smelled that scent.
She had not expected to see Wuqiong Bi and Bie Yanghong when she pushed open the door.
Chen Changsheng did not know of the battle between the Divine and what had happened in White Emperor City, and neither did she.
At the time, they had both been in the sky.
Upon seeing Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi, Xu Yourong took a very short time to react, vaguely guessing at the truth of the matter.
Perhaps it was more appropriate to call it deduction.
But she still did not see that person that made her feel extremely uncomfortable, even wary and uneasy.
To be able to hide from her eyes, so skilled in concealment?
Xu Yourong did not speak to Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi, nor did she enter the room.
She quietly stood in the courtyard, her thoughts a mystery.
A chilly wind blew in from the alley and into the courtyard.
The dead short pine rustled its pine needles.
Her eyelashes trembled.
Suddenly, a spark fell on those pine needles.
With a boom, those pine needles fiercely ignited, transforming into a wall of fire.
The wall of fire quickly spread in all directions until it surrounded the entire courtyard.
Countless flames rose from the ground and burned incessantly through the cracks between the white stones.
Xu Yourong quietly stood in the sea of fire.
Far away, deep underground, a scream of extreme shock and fury could be heard.
Crackle!
Countless white stones were jolted into the air as a figure was forced out of the ground by the flames.
It was a short, hunchbacked fellow, his entire body covered in a black robe, his entire body exuding a rancid odor.
He had used the black robe to tightly wrap his head and face, apparently terrified of the flames. Only his hands were exposed, covered in ugly scales and covered in black fur. His sharp claws were covered in filth, and one could even faintly make out some rotting flesh.
Ear-piercing screams rose from within the black robe, clearly enraged.
He waved his claws as if he wanted to lunge forward and tear Xu Yourong to pieces, but he did not dare take a single step forward.
Xu Yourong calmly looked at him and asked, "You are Chusu?"
The cries of shock and fury from within the black robe stopped, replaced by gasps that were either crying or laughing.
Chusu bitterly smiled, but he wanted to cry even more.
He had never imagined that he would encounter this person in White Emperor City.
Back in Wenshui, Chen Changsheng had brought three Prefects of the Orthodoxy, Guan Feibai, and a group of other experts with him, but he had not been afraid. This was because the Yellow Springs art he cultivated was extremely secretive and sinister, and his ability to hide and flee was even more formidable. Even if Zhexiu had sufficient lethality, even if Nanke had a speed that was not inferior to his, and even if someone like Qiushan Jun had appeared, he was still confident that he would not be captured.
No matter what he did, even if he failed, he could still easily escape.
It was like this in Hanqiu City, in Wenshui, and in front of Xiao Zhang.
But he knew that he had a nemesis.
It was the young girl in the sea of fire.
Xu Yourong was faster than him, her Dao heart was brightly lit, and she was unaffected by his mental attacks.
More importantly, her temple sword happened to counter his Yellow Springs art.
To put it another way, no matter how selfish and callous he was, he still had to fight a hot-blooded battle today.
Only this way could he have a sliver of a chance at victory.
With a rip, a tear appeared in the back of the black robe.
With a foul odor, a pair of ugly gray wings of flesh sprouted from Chusu's back.
The white stones on the ground howled into the air as they attacked Xu Yourong.
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