Chapter 132: Demons Cannot Coexist with Humans in Dishonor

"Ah..."
The three of them, including Chiyan, let out an incredulous gasp at the sight.

Qingluo gently patted her chest, still lingering with fear, and said gratefully, "I really am sorry for accidentally slapping you just now. If you still feel upset, you can slap me back to vent your anger."

With that, Qingluo fluttered her bright, large eyes, staring intently at Baimu's handsome face as she awaited his final verdict.

After a brief stalemate, Baimu looked at the lovely and charming young girl before him, shook his head with a bitter smile as if no one else was around, and said, "Forget it. You didn't mean to do it just now, so I haven't taken it to heart."

"Besides, it is very dangerous here. I advise you both to leave immediately!"

"Humph."

Chiyan, standing at a distance, let out an angry snort and sneered with self-righteous cleverness, "You're quite the schemer, aren't you? Trying to send the three of us away so you can have the Myriad-Year Fiery Red Lotus all to yourself?"

"You've misunderstood."

Baimu raised his handsome eyebrows and explained in a clear voice, "I am merely thinking of the safety of the three of you. Since you refuse to appreciate a kindness, please suit yourselves."

"Do you really have such a kind heart?"

Chiyan glanced at Baimu with utter disdain. When his gaze shifted to the lower abdomen of Baimu, his pupils suddenly constricted violently, and he demanded in shock, "Why is your body brimming with the Qi of Supreme Kindness is Like Water? What relation are you to that old immortal, Fansheng?"

"What business is it of yours?"

Baimu retorted with a hint of annoyance, a nameless fire rising within his heart.

Aside from his master Baize, Fansheng could be said to be the person he respected the most. Yet this green-robed middle-aged man whom he had never met before actually cursed him as an old immortal—it was simply preposterous.

However, bound by his good upbringing, Baimu did not flare up on the spot, choosing instead to forcibly suppress it in his heart.

"Even if you don't say it, I know."

Chiyan cast a condescending, sideways glance at Baimu and smiled cunningly, "Under heaven, the only one who understands the technique of the Supreme Kindness is Like Water is Fansheng's lineage. Even the War God Fanxian, who is closest to him, does not know the art. Therefore, you are either his descendant or his disciple. That's ten to one!"

"That is likewise none of your concern!"

"You are a very strange person. What is your purpose in making groundless guesses about other people's private matters?" Baimu turned slightly and asked with impatient annoyance, while inwardly pondering how to deal with the enemy.

Ever since these three people appeared, he had been secretly using his spiritual sense to gauge the cultivation levels of the newcomers.

First, the handsome young man in golden armor possessed an extraordinary aura. His nose bridge was high and straight, upright and firm like a hanging gallbladder, and his thick eyebrows slanted into his temples with an unangered majesty. From his physiognomy, he faintly bore the signs of an emperor.

His cultivation was also quite profound. The demonic aura was glaringly obvious from afar. Although his overall strength was slightly inferior to his own, the gap was not significant.

As for the young, pretty woman accompanying him, she was truly remarkable. Although her figure appeared much more petite, and her oval face possessed a somewhat pure, natural, and harmless cuteness, the corners of her brow carried an oppressive heroic spirit. The blue spiritual Qi kept swirling around her, and her cultivation was probably on par with his own.

However, what shocked him the most was the middle-aged man in green robes. Although short in stature, his imposing manner was immensely powerful, and that aura carried an ancient flavor, fundamentally different from the aura cultivated by ordinary people.

Moreover, the aura on his body took on a grayish-black form, clearly indicating that he was a person of the Southern Wilderness Evil Clan. Judging solely by his cultivation, he was probably several times stronger than Guige, whom he had encountered a few days ago.

Any single one of them present would be enough to give him a headache. If the three of them joined forces, then trying to obtain the red lotus today would undoubtedly be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Originally, he still had Bifang to rely on, but for some reason, ever since arriving at Mount Chiyan, Bifang's behavior had become rather strange. It stubbornly refused to follow him into the cave to gather the red lotus, leaving him to fight a solitary battle now.

While Baimu was lost in deep thought, Chiyan stepped closer and closer, his aura growing stronger and stronger, giving off a vague sense of Mount Tai pressing down upon the crown.

" brat, your tone is quite big. Today, I, Chiyan, would like to weigh your capabilities!"

"Chiyan?"

"You are Chiyan, the last-ranked of the Eight Trees of Guilin?" Baimu widened his eyes and asked in astonishment.

"That's right, it is this old man. Could it be that you also know my great name?" Chiyan stood in place with some perplexity, several questions flashing through his mind as well.

One must know that he had been sealed in Mount Xuandan by the Heavenly Emperor and the War God over ten thousand years ago.

Now, having returned to the Barren Realm for only a few short days, this young man before him clearly came from the human race and looked at most seventeen or eighteen years old. How could he possibly know his name?

"Good, good, good."

Yet, contrary to expectations, Baimu began to clap his hands, looking up to the sky and laughing heartily, "Truly, 'faust found after searching everywhere without a second look, it is easily found without any effort' [Note: natural phrasing used instead of literal cliché]. Chiyan, I was originally planning to look for you, and now that you have delivered yourself to my doorstep, I shall just settle accounts with you!"

"Just by you?"

"Want to settle accounts with me?"

"Hahaha."

Chiyan could not help but laugh arrogantly toward the sky, "Your cultivation is at best on par with these two demon princes and princesses. What capability do you have to lecture me, Chiyan?"

"That's right, I indeed cannot defeat you."

Baimu nodded without hesitation, then turned sideways to ask the golden-armored young man and the green-robed maiden beside him, "My name is Baimu. May I ask how the two of you are addressed?"

"Qingluo," the green-robed maiden replied with a trace of coyness, immediately avoiding Baimu's burning gaze.

"My name is Nalan," the golden-armored youth replied coldly and indifferently, his eyes never once looking directly at him.

Under normal circumstances, Baimu would not bother with someone who appeared so aloof and arrogant.

However, with a formidable enemy right before them, if he could join forces with the two demon princes and princesses to fight the enemy together, not only would he be able to smoothly gather the red lotus today, but he could also vent his pent-up anger for senior Fansheng.

A few days ago, after learning from Bifang that the Eight Trees of Guilin had joined forces with the Netherworld Evil Prince Guigui and nine others to besiege Fansheng, Baimu had been so angry that his lungs almost burst. Thinking of today's heaven-sent opportunity, it was the perfect time to treat them with their own medicine.

"Two friends from the Demon Clan, I suppose you can both see the current situation. If it comes to a single combat, none of us will be able to escape Chiyan's clutches today. But if the three of us join forces to fight the enemy, our chances of winning will increase immeasurably. I wonder what the two of you think?"

"Out of the question."

Prince Nalan rejected Baimu's request without a second thought, his handsome face devoid of any expression. As he uttered these words, his entire demeanor appeared exceptionally stern.

"Why?"

Baimu had completely not expected the other party to refuse so readily, without even a fraction of a second's thought.