Wu Chang Jie

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Chapter 121
On the day of Zong Zi Xiao's return to Daming, a fine drizzle continued to fall.

The dark clouds hung low, as if they were about to fall to earth at any moment, and the border between heaven and earth became indistinct. Among the chaos, a dark shadow came from afar.

The gates of Daming City were wide open, with no guards in sight, and the empty city buildings were desolate and deserted, which doesn't look like the imperial capital of Jiuzhou. The hub of the Central Plains instead looked like an abandoned city after a defeat.

Zong Zi Heng had withdrawn all the guards. This was a battle between him and Zong Zi Xiao, so why should the others die for nothing?

Inside the city, the doors of every house were closed tightly, and no one can be seen in the streets except for stray dogs and cats, as if all the 100,000 people in the city had disappeared overnight.

Ever since the Supreme Demon appeared out of the blue, Jiuzhou has been under his shadow. Legend has it that he is ruthless and bloodthirsty, killing people like scything flax. He controls thousands of Yin soldiers and massacres cities, drinking blood and feeding on cores wherever he goes, leaving no one alive.

When they heard that he was returning to Daming, many people fled the city with their families in tow, fearing that they would end up like the Wuyun Sect. However, the vast majority of the people, whose livelihoods were tied up in the land, had nowhere to go but to hide and shiver in their homes.

The dark figure stepped into the city.

There was silence, except for the regular clatter of metal hooves against the stone path, like drum beats before a battle on the battlefield, each step approaching death.

It was a skeletal horse surrounded with a black aura of death. Its entire body was black in color and with only four hooves on the snow. Without flesh, blood and other burdens, its strong and sturdy bones were like beams supporting its tall body.

Its name is Wuya. It was the mount of Xiang Yu, the king of the Western Chu, which is a famous horse of its generation. When the king killed himself in the Wujiang River, it also sacrificed itself to its master through starvation, so its fierce bloodlust is evident. But now, it has a more widely known name - the demon foal.

It is said that during the ten years that Zong Zi Xiao has been keeping silent and lying low, he has traveled all over Jiuzhou, using the Xuanyuan Heavenly Secret Talisman to summon countless resentful spirits and fierce ghosts from the ruins of ancient battlefields. Wuya also has a new owner.

The man dressed in black was riding on Wuya's back. He was motionless like a mountain. His limao* covers his face but not his tall, sturdy figure. His black figure almost blends in with Wuya's, and the gushing rain sprinkles down. Before it can wet his hair, it is swallowed up by the darkness.

Was it a man or a demon beneath that wrapped cloth?

Wuya can travel a thousand miles a day, but at this moment it walks slowly because its master wants to take a good look at his hometown after ten years of absence.

This street is the main road of Daming City, leading all the way to the magnificent Wuji Palace. There was a rule in the immortal cultivation world for the children. They were not allowed to leave home alone until they were twelve years old, so as a child he could only play in the city with his big brother.

He had been to most of the places in the city. He knew exactly which restaurants were good, which shop's tea and wine smelled the best, and where to try new and interesting things. Big brother knew very well and would bring him along to try.

Are those places still there today? It must have changed a lot in ten years.

He was born and raised here. When he was forced to flee at the age of fourteen, he swore that one day he would kill his way back. He never imagined that it would take ten years.