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Chapter 165 Shocked Mo Yi! The Whereabouts of the Shennong Cauldron!

The moment Xiahou Jinxuan revealed his identity, an expression of panic appeared on Mo Yi's face — something unseen in the past nineteen years.

Even after overhearing the conversation between himself and Yaksha King Long Ming, Xiahou Jinxuan should not have known his real name.

Mo Yi shifted his gaze toward Mu Changlan.

She shouldn't know either...

"What deadwood, what Mo Yi — Jinxuan, what are you talking about? I don't understand," said Mo Yi, who was occupying Xiahou Tao's body, shaking his head slowly with a deep and solemn look in his eyes. "You've made quite a few questionable acquaintances on your journey. Don't go trusting people so easily."

Mu Changlan sneered. "What a shameless reversal — calling others dubious. Compared to you, the Grand Elder of Yaksha Nation, who could possibly be more suspicious?"

Mo Yi's expression turned cold, a hint of killing intent lacing his words. "Girl, this is the Xiahou household. Watch your mouth, or you'll pay a price you cannot afford."

Xiahou Jinxuan shook his head in disappointment. "You've made another mistake. My second uncle has always been magnanimous and broad-minded; he would never be so quick to draw his sword over a few words…"

Mo Yi fell into silence.

Seeing that the other side still insisted on denying it, Xie Cangxing chuckled and said, "Your identity was revealed to us by the Sect Master of Shu Mountain. He also told us about the drought of the magic world's water veins and how you planned to move Yaksha Nation into the human world."

With his plan exposed, Mo Yi froze for a long while before sighing heavily. "I prided myself on thoroughness, twenty years of careful planning without a single slip. This Chu Sect Master truly has god-like methods. No wonder he could form bonds with someone as noble as the Demon Sovereign…"

"Little young master, your fake second uncle's bootlicking skills aren't bad either. Did you learn it from him?" Xie Cangxing grinned and teased Xiahou Jinxuan.

Xiahou Jinxuan looked helpless. If he weren't already used to Xie Cangxing's habit of speaking without a filter, any ordinary person would have blown up by now.

"Big dummy, if you can't say anything useful, shut up!"

"Brother Xie, no one would think you're mute if you stayed quiet!"

Both Xia and Mu Changlan glared at Xie Cangxing, their expressions clearly unhappy.

"What's with the big reaction? Fine, I'll shut up, alright?" Xie Cangxing hurriedly admitted fault — anyone could be provoked, but not a woman in a bad mood.

At this point, there was no longer any use pretending. Mo Yi quickly formed a plan, and with a malicious look at Jiang Cheng, said, "You shouldn't be siding with them. We are the same kind. Your true identity is…"

Before Mo Yi could finish, Jiang Cheng immediately cut him off. "Descendant of Chiyou, right? If you intend to sow discord with that, don't bother. They already know half of my blood is of demon lineage."

Another card exposed before it could be played, Mo Yi's face turned an ugly shade of blue, his whole body trembling with rage. "Was it that Chu Sect Master again?!"

Xie Cangxing taunted, "That's right, that's right, looks like you're finally getting the hang of connecting the dots. You haven't been a Grand Elder for nothing."

Though he had never seen this mysterious Shu Mountain Sect Master, Mo Yi now felt as though he were a puppet dancing in another's palm. Believing himself no less intelligent than anyone else, this situation was unbearable.

"Who exactly is he? How does he know so much?" Mo Yi gnashed his teeth, questioning them bitterly.

Xia said coldly, "Senior Brother Sect Master's abilities are beyond your imagination. You'd best give up your little schemes and sit down. It'll be less painful if you just confess everything."

Xie Cangxing smacked his lips and mumbled, "Just now you scolded me for claiming kinship, and now you're calling him Senior Brother…"

Seeing this, Mo Yi no longer bothered pretending. A tidal wave of demonic energy surged from him, completely changing his demeanor. He said darkly, "You really think just a few of you can capture me?"

On the other side, everyone except Xiahou Jinxuan immediately drew their weapons to prepare for battle.

Xia looked uneasy and said, "Sect Master sent us to negotiate. If we start fighting, isn't that bad?"

Xiahou Jinxuan shook his head. "Cooperation not based on strength is unstable. He's a demon — they respect the law of the jungle. If we are weak, he could tear up any so-called agreement at any time."

Jiang Cheng nodded. "Miss Xia, Young Master Xiahou is right."

Hearing their conversation, Mo Yi, who had been preparing to attack, paused, suspicion rising. What cooperation were they talking about? Could there still be a possibility of negotiation under these circumstances? Or were these brats just trying to lull him into lowering his guard?

Mo Yi was more inclined to believe the latter and immediately launched an attack at Xiahou Jinxuan and the others, targeting Jiang Cheng first — the strongest among them. If he could take Jiang Cheng down, the rest would pose no threat.

Since Jiang Cheng had already taken a stand, in Mo Yi's eyes, he had lost his value. A descendant of Chiyou who couldn't unlock the seal between the two worlds was worthless.

Demonic energy surged like a roaring tide, generating a terrifying suction force aimed straight at Jiang Cheng.

Having fought countless battles, Jiang Cheng had long been prepared. As the demonic energy tugged at him, he gathered his true essence into his fists and struck forward. The purple true essence collided with the demonic energy, creating a massive shockwave.

Using the momentum from the impact, Jiang Cheng stabilized his stance and, instead of retreating, advanced — choosing to launch a counterattack immediately.

A flash of surprise crossed Mo Yi's eyes. He had assumed that with the demonic and true essences clashing inside Jiang Cheng's body, a little provocation would cause him to go berserk. Yet Jiang Cheng showed no such signs.

"You've accepted this power? Accepted your demon heritage?"

"Where did you find the courage?"

While Mo Yi reeled in shock, Jiang Cheng had already closed the distance.

A flood of fist shadows rained down like an unstoppable tide, overwhelming and continuous.

Thick demonic energy blocked Jiang Cheng's fists, preventing him from advancing further. At the same time, Jiang Cheng's voice rang in Mo Yi's ears.

"They accepted me, so I accepted myself. Sect Master Chu told me: 'Man or demon — one's identity does not define good or evil. Actions do.'"

Man or demon — identity does not define good or evil!

The words exploded in Mo Yi's ears like a thunderclap!

And this came from the mouth of Shu Mountain's Sect Master — a perspective that defied all conventional norms!

Who in the world dared claim there could be good among demons?

Mo Yi's mind fell into chaos, his expression dazed, the demonic energy around him weakening visibly. He muttered, "He truly said that?"

Mu Changlan sneered. "The breadth of Sect Master Chu's vision is far beyond what a scheming coward like you could ever comprehend!"

Mo Yi shook his head, took a deep breath, and reverted to his previous cold demeanor. "Almost had me fooled. How could a dignified Sect Master of Shu Mountain utter such nonsense? The Demon-Sealing Tower imprisons countless monsters. If they can't even tolerate demons, how could they possibly tolerate demons?"

An overwhelming wave of demonic energy flooded the room, suffocating everyone present — a clear sign that Mo Yi was about to go all out.

Just then, a voice full of calm and assurance rang out.

"First, let me correct you on two points. The creatures imprisoned in the Demon-Sealing Tower were not captured at random; every one of them bears a blood debt without exception. As for those who have never harmed a soul, Shu Mountain will establish new laws to treat them differently in the future."

"Second, it is indeed true that I said 'Man or demon, identity does not define good or evil.' In fact, I believe this principle applies to all living beings in the Six Realms."

Chu Yang entered through the doorway, waving his hand. Instantly, all the demonic energy dissipated, while Mo Yi's face turned deathly pale, as if struck hard, his aura thrown into chaos.

This time, the real Chu Yang had come.

The shadow clone that had followed them earlier had been destroyed by the impact of the demonic energy. Sensing the disturbance, Chu Yang had immediately used Phantom Shift to teleport here.

As the enemies they encountered grew stronger, the margin for error when using clones had shrunk. Now, they were almost solely useful for marking coordinates.

Chu Yang realized it was time to develop a new ability to replace the role of his clones.

The overwhelming demonic energy seemed to be forcibly shoved back into Mo Yi's body by an invisible hand, causing him immense pain.

Chu Yang said nothing, merely stared silently at Mo Yi.

Feeling trapped, Mo Yi considered discarding this body to save himself.

Abandoning it meant losing decades of meticulous planning, but if this unpredictable Chu Sect Master managed to trace him back to his true form, the consequences would be disastrous.

Just as he was about to act, Chu Yang anticipated his intention and said with a smile, "Is the Grand Elder of Yaksha Nation so easily frightened? Ready to throw away this body before even exchanging a word with me?"

Hearing this, Mo Yi silently reined in the demonic energy surging within him. He raised his head, regaining his calm demeanor.

Chu Yang clapped lightly and nodded. "Not bad."

"Your methods are impressive. I admit defeat," Mo Yi said through gritted teeth. "Since I've lost, I have no more to say. What would Sect Master Chu like to instruct me?"

"I wouldn't dare call it instruction," Chu Yang replied. "I'm just here to bear witness. From here on, Jiang Cheng will handle the discussion. Say what you wish."

Mo Yi's curiosity deepened.

Were they truly offering cooperation to save the magic world's water veins? What was in it for them?

And what was Chu Sect Master's goal?

Jiang Cheng answered Mo Yi's doubts with action. He took out the Water Spirit Pearl he had received from Chu Yang and said, "Here is the Water Spirit Pearl you seek. Take it to repair the magic world's water veins. Afterward, return it to Shu Mountain."

The orb floated in the air, radiating rich water spiritual energy. Mo Yi stared in disbelief and asked, "You're really giving it to me?"

Jiang Cheng frowned. "Believe it or not. We're not so childish as to risk everything just to play a trick on you."

The shock in Mo Yi's eyes had not faded. "Why? What benefit does this bring you or Shu Mountain?"

Xiahou Jinxuan shook his head. "None whatsoever. In fact, we're risking the loss of the Water Spirit Pearl. Even so, we want to help the innocent citizens of Yaksha Nation. They did nothing wrong. Why should they suffer?"

Mo Yi had imagined a thousand reasons, but none were so simple.

The words seemed to carry some kind of magic, draining him of strength. Yet he still couldn't quite believe it. "What reason could there possibly be?"

Xia said impatiently, "We already explained, and you still don't believe it. It's simple. If everyone over there were like you, we wouldn't help. But if there's even one person like Brother Jiang, how could we not?"

Xie Cangxing gave Xia a thumbs-up. "Well said, girl. Even I understand it now."

Mo Yi lowered his head, murmuring, "If it's really this simple, then what have I been doing all these years?"

"This is not simple…" Jiang Cheng sighed. "Without Sect Master Chu's support, I wouldn't have had the courage to face my own bloodline. Perhaps... just as you planned, I would have ended up hated by all, unable to even sit down and talk openly with you."

Mo Yi fell into a long silence. Perhaps moved by their sincerity, the frostiness on his face gradually melted.

"No wonder he is the Sect Master of Shu Mountain. I am convinced." Mo Yi bowed deeply to Chu Yang. "There's no way anyone would risk a Water Spirit Pearl just to deceive a nobody like me."

Xiahou Jinxuan finally let out a breath of relief and said, "Since you're willing to trust us, tell us everything about the situation in Yaksha Nation — and everything else we don't know."

Mo Yi hesitated for a moment, then said, "The commotion just now has already alarmed the people in the residence. Why don't we leave first, and then I'll explain everything to you in detail?"

Chu Yang smiled and said, "I've already set up a barrier here with my magic. No sound can escape, so there's no need to worry."

Xie Cangxing suddenly realized, "No wonder no one came over after all that noise. I thought the Xiahou Residence didn't have any guards on duty."

With the last of his worries dispelled, Mo Yi immediately laid bare everything about the Yaksha Nation, including his years of scheming.

He had indeed considered keeping a few secrets, but faced with the unfathomable Chu Yang, he simply didn't have the courage.

This man was like an unpredictable enigma; Mo Yi had no way of gambling on how much he actually knew. If anything were to slip through the cracks, it would ruin the favorable situation they had right now, and he would be the one to destroy it.

The risk was far too great; there was no need to take such a gamble.

After hearing the more detailed truth from Mo Yi, everyone finally felt somewhat at ease. It was basically consistent with what Chu Yang had said earlier, further proving that Mo Yi truly intended to cooperate.

Chu Yang reminded, "As for the Shennong Cauldron, I can confirm it's not at Shu Mountain. You'd better start thinking of another plan."

Mo Yi nodded and said, "I just received news as well—indeed, the Shennong Cauldron isn't at Shu Mountain, nor is it anywhere in the Central Plains. It's located on a different continent beyond the Ten Thousand Great Mountains."

"The people over there call it 'Shenzhou.'"

Xiahou Jinxuan, Jiang Cheng, and Mu Changlan all showed surprised expressions. When they were at Shu Mountain, they hadn't interacted with the Three Sects of Qingyun, so they hadn't heard anything about this.

Xia and Xie Cangxing, however, seemed thoughtful; clearly, they had already learned some information from their respective masters.

Chu Yang continued to ask, "Do you have any more detailed intelligence?"

Mo Yi pondered for a moment and then said, "Regarding Shenzhou, I think it would be better for His Majesty Long Ming to personally explain it to you all."

Chu Yang chuckled, "He's been silently listening for so long; I'm sure he's been dying to speak, hasn't he?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hearty laugh echoed through the room.

"Master Chu is truly interesting. So, you already knew I was eavesdropping on your conversation?"

Long Ming's voice reverberated throughout the room, making it impossible to tell where it was coming from.

"Roughly when Jiang Cheng willingly handed over the Water Spirit Pearl, your secret voice transmission technique reactivated. Since His Majesty Long Ming has been listening for this long, I assume I don't need to explain everything again?"

"Long Ming thanks you all on behalf of the Yaksha Nation's citizens."

"Let's focus on business. There's no need for excessive pleasantries."

"I arrived at the Shenzhou continent a few months ago. Based on the intelligence I gathered, I found the place where the Shennong Cauldron is sealed. However, just as I was about to succeed, a man with heterochromatic eyes ruined everything."

"Was that person wielding a golden sword?"

"Oh? Master Chu, you know that man too!"

Chu Yang closed his eyes and took a long breath. At this moment, he was almost certain that the person Long Ming encountered was one of the protagonists from the Xuan-Yuan Sword series—

Yu Wentuo.

In the Xuan-Yuan Sword series, ancient divine artifacts were indispensable elements, much like the Five Spirit Pearls in the Chinese Paladin stories.

Among them, the most important artifact was naturally the Xuan-Yuan Sword. After all, the entire series was named after it, which also testified to the strength of Yu Wentuo, the master of the Xuan-Yuan Sword.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the pinnacle of combat power in the human realm.

He was even stronger than Qingwei and the Sword Saint Du Gu. It was perfectly normal that Long Ming had been defeated.

Chu Yang pondered for a moment before saying, "If it's really the man I'm thinking of, this matter will need to be approached with extreme caution."

Xia widened her eyes in shock, "Is he really that powerful?"

Chu Yang nodded, "The man is strong, but even more terrifying is the sword in his hand."

Everyone looked at him curiously.

Chu Yang continued, "The sword is called the Xuan-Yuan Sword, also known as the Xuan-Yuan Xiayu Sword. It was forged by the Yellow Emperor of the Xuan-Yuan Clan during the battle against Chiyou at Zhuolu. With this sword, he defeated Chiyou and solidified the dominance of the human race. Before Chiyou died, he sent the remnants of his tribe into what is now known as the Demon Realm."

"The body of the Xuan-Yuan Sword is engraved on one side with the sun, moon, and stars, and on the other side with mountains, rivers, plants, and trees. The hilt bears inscriptions on agricultural and animal husbandry techniques on one side, and strategies for unifying the Four Seas on the other. It contains unfathomable powers and ranks among the very top of the ancient divine artifacts."

Hearing that it was the Yellow Emperor's sword, everyone immediately grasped how formidable the Xuan-Yuan Sword was.

Long Ming sighed with emotion, "No wonder I couldn't last even twenty rounds against him. So, he's the master of the Xuan-Yuan Sword."

Chu Yang said, "There are very few in this world who could retreat unscathed from Yu Wentuo's hand. Your Majesty has every right to be proud."

"What's there to be proud of as a defeated general," Long Ming sighed deeply, his voice echoing in the room. "Master Chu, just call me Long Ming. I honestly don't know how to repay all of you."

Xia said, "There's no need for you to repay us. Just don't bear hatred toward humanity anymore. We hope that one day, people will no longer hate and fear half-demons like Brother Jiang who stay in the human realm."

"The young lady is absolutely right." Long Ming's voice paused briefly, and his breathing became noticeably heavier, as if he had made a huge decision. Then he said, "I wish to establish an alliance with you all as the sovereign of the Yaksha Nation."

"If this matter goes smoothly, from now on, the Yaksha Nation will guard the two-worlds passageway for the human realm. I, Long Ming, swear that as long as I live, not a single demon will pass through that portal into the human world."

Hearing Long Ming's vow, Mo Yi blurted out, "Your Majesty mustn't! How would Yaksha Nation survive in the Demon Realm after that?"

It wasn't surprising that Mo Yi was flustered. Once the alliance was formed, Yaksha Nation would become the target of public condemnation in the Demon Realm. Their future hardships were easy to imagine.

Chu Yang asked, "Are you sure about this?"

Long Ming's voice grew even more resolute, "The truth is simple. Even without this alliance, wars in the Demon Realm wouldn't cease so easily. Yaksha Nation would still be caught between enemies. Our foes would remain our foes—it changes nothing."

"Besides, I have nothing else to offer in return. Whether viewed as a trade or a partnership, it would be unfair otherwise."

Xiahou Jinxuan shook his head, "Brother Long, you're mistaken. We're doing this purely for the sake of the innocent civilians of Yaksha Nation."

Long Ming laughed, "All the more reason I can't let you suffer a loss. Otherwise, how could I ever face my people in the future?"

Feeling Long Ming's unwavering attitude, Mo Yi knew he couldn't change his mind and could only sigh anxiously.

But there was truth to what Long Ming said.

The wars in the Demon Realm had already escalated to a fever pitch. Even if the water veins were repaired and the environment improved, peace was not guaranteed. It was more likely that some countries would be annihilated entirely.

Giving up false hopes and preparing early was the right path.

Confirming Long Ming's determination, Chu Yang said, "Very well. As the Master of Shu Mountain, I shall establish this alliance with you. I hope you won't break your word in the future."

Long Ming laughed, "Master Chu, rest assured. I'm not foolish enough to do something that idiotic."

Xie Cangxing chuckled, "I say, Elder Mo Yi, don't be so worried. Since we're allies now, if Yaksha Nation gets into trouble, we'll just help you fight a few battles, won't we?"

Mu Changlan rolled her eyes at him, "I didn't know Brother Xie had the ability to shuttle between the Six Realms. Care to teach us?"

"Ah, right, I forgot about that..." Xie Cangxing scratched his head awkwardly and immediately shut up, pretending to meditate.

After the banter, Chu Yang continued, "I know a little about Yu Wentuo's character. If he's after the Shennong Cauldron, it's unlikely he's doing it out of greed. Let's wait and see what he's planning first."

Long Ming said helplessly, "For now, that's all we can do."

Mo Yi suddenly spoke up, "Since all my arrangements in the Central Plains have been thoroughly dismantled by Master Chu, it's meaningless for me to stay here. I'd rather go to Shenzhou and assist His Majesty."

Xiahou Jinxuan reacted instantly, "You mustn't!"

Mo Yi looked at him with a complicated expression. This was the child he had raised with his own hands. Though his identity was fake, the memories they shared were undeniably real.

Xiahou Jinxuan explained, "If you leave, how will we explain it to Father?"

Mo Yi pondered, "This body is already frail. It wouldn't be surprising if I were to suddenly pass away."

Xiahou Jinxuan stared at him, "Whether you die or disappear, Father will grieve. He's old now—he can't bear that kind of blow."

Mo Yi fell into silence.

Xia leaned closer and whispered in Xiahou Jinxuan's ear, "Bookworm, are you really going to let him keep pretending? Isn't that a bit much..."

Xiahou Jinxuan couldn't clearly explain his own feelings; he could only stubbornly mutter, "For now, Second Uncle can't just suddenly die. Father needs time to accept it."

Jiang Cheng gave Xiahou Jinxuan a deep look, as if he had guessed his true thoughts.

Xie Cangxing, the oldest and most experienced among them, shook his head with a sigh, a trace of emotion flickering in his eyes.

The room gradually fell into silence, and the atmosphere grew strange.

At that moment, Long Ming spoke up, "Elder Mo Yi, even if you come, it won't change the situation. We can neither snatch the Shennong Cauldron from Yu Wentuo nor negotiate with him. If your demonic identity is exposed, it might trigger even more violent conflicts."

Hearing this, Mo Yi had no choice but to give up on going to Shenzhou.

Chu Yang said, "Both of you, be patient. Before long, a path between the Central Plains and Shenzhou will open. You can plan your next move then."

Long Ming was startled, "Master Chu, are you serious? The Ten Thousand Great Mountains stretch endlessly—crossing them by human power is impossible."

Chu Yang smiled, "It's all right. We're taking the sky route."

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