Chapter 114: Clashing with Lu Buwei Again

Inside a pair of plain guest rooms in Yingchun City, two strikingly handsome men with horns on their foreheads sat on their beds, eyes closed in deep concentration.

They were none other than Moran and Muyan, both severely wounded but now, after two days of rest, finally recovered from their injuries and restored their strength.

As time passed, their wounds slowly healed, magic energy surging back into their bodies. Even their broken bones had long since mended.

Moran opened his eyes. He could feel his strength was back to normal, black light swirling around him. He raised his hand and fired a palm strike at the ceiling.

A satisfied smile spread across his face. “It’s been two days, but we’ve finally healed. Time to settle a few old scores!”

At the same moment, Muyan also awoke, his gaze sharpening.

He could feel his body was completely restored, magic surging back through his veins.

Feeling that boundless energy, he threw back his head and laughed, then lashed out with a palm, sending a blast into the room’s wall.

Moran, who lived next door, responded with his own palm strike, gently dispersing the force.

With a calm smile, Moran said, “Muyan, you just recovered and already you’re this fired up? Haha!”

Muyan just shrugged and scoffed, “How could I not be? I was going stir crazy these last two days. At least everything healed up alright.”

“Now that we’re back on our feet, it’s time to settle accounts. Let’s hunt down that old bastard,” Moran said, rising and looking out the window.

Muyan burst into laughter, then his face turned cold. “Right, it’s time for payback. We’ll show that old dog what it’s like to have every bone in his body broken!”

The two exchanged grins, slinging their arms over each other’s shoulders as they headed to the City Lord’s Mansion’s council hall. They sat down side by side at the main seats. On their left and right sat Bruce and Kasao.

The Demon Race’s army was a tightly structured, strictly hierarchical force. Among its ranks:

At the very top stood the Demon God, supreme leader of the Demon Race with absolute power and the right to veto any decision.

Directly below was the Demon Sovereign, the Demon God’s right-hand man, responsible for commanding the entire army and ensuring the Demon Race ran smoothly.

Next was the Demon Saint, commander-in-chief of the forces, who led the various corps of the demonic army.

Then came the Demon Emperor, high-ranking generals who oversaw the various regiments.

Demon Kings were junior commanders in charge of individual squads.

Beneath them were the Demon Generals – the foundation of the army, tasked with all kinds of military operations.

【Demon Race ranks: Demon Soldier, Demon Warrior, Demon General, Demon King, Demon Emperor, Demon Saint, Demon Sovereign, Demon God. Each rank has four stages: Initial, Middle, Late, and Peak.】

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Moran and Muyan glanced around—every seat was filled. Looked like the timing was perfect and everyone was present.

Moran cleared his throat. “There’s still no word from Qatar and Duersa. Most likely, they’ve already been killed. Originally, we planned to head north—”

“That plan needs to change. We should take Vast Sea City first.”

“Then we can double back and wipe out Sky Sword City in one fell swoop. That’ll pave the way for a full-out northern assault.”

Bruce strode forward with a broad grin. “No reason to wait. Let’s get moving! My blade’s been thirsting for blood!”

“No. Bruce, I need you to stay back with a hundred thousand elite and hold Yingchun City. Kasao, you’re coming with us,” Muyan cut Bruce off, raising his hand.

Bruce looked confused. “Why do I have to stay? I want to fight alongside you!”

Moran shot him a cold look. “There are two reasons I need you in Yingchun City. One, we need a stronghold. Two, if everyone leaves, we risk something going wrong.”

“Next time, I’ll bring you along. But for now, your job is to guard Yingchun City and stop the humans from launching a counterattack while we’re gone. It’s a tough job!” Muyan said, giving Bruce a firm pat on the shoulder.

Bruce deflated like a burst balloon. “Alright, if you insist, I’ll stay and hold the city. That’s good enough, isn’t it?”

Moran’s gaze turned icy. “We can’t afford any more delays. If the humans regroup and surround us, things will get ugly.”

“There’s no time to waste. Let’s move out!”

Moran, Muyan, and Kasao rallied 250,000 elite demon soldiers and, with renewed vigor, marched straight for Vast Sea City.

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Meanwhile, in Vast Sea City—

Lu Buwei and his favored disciple, Lu Liang, sat in Vast Sea City laughing and playing chess.

They relaxed in a pavilion surrounded by lush mountains and flowing water, with the boundless sea stretching into the distance.

Lu Buwei wore extravagant robes and carried a folding fan, a smile on his face. Lu Liang, dressed simply, looked every bit the elegant and focused young man.

A Go board was set before them, black and white pieces scattered across its surface.

Lu Buwei was both incredibly shrewd and immensely powerful, and his skills at Go were top-notch.

Each move on the board was done with meticulous precision, putting heavy pressure on Lu Liang.

Still, Lu Liang was a true prodigy, constantly rethinking his moves and switching strategies, searching for any flaw in Lu Buwei’s play.

They played and chatted at the same time.

Lu Buwei spoke of his youthful adventures while Lu Liang listened, completely absorbed.

Their conversations drifted to matters of strategy and politics, and both of their opinions were sharp and insightful.

Just as their match reached a stalemate, a soldier suddenly dashed in to report to Lu Buwei.

“City Lord—urgent news! Three leading demon powerhouses and a quarter million elite troops are storming the gate—they’ve already broken through!”

Lu Buwei’s expression darkened instantly. “Damn it, those little brats can’t even let me finish a game! Fine, if they’re so eager to die, I’ll oblige them!”

“Wait—pull everyone back from the front lines. Don’t force a head-on fight. We’d only be throwing away lives for nothing.”

Lu Buwei was well aware how dangerous the Demon Race could be. If he didn’t act fast, it’d spell disaster.

“Master, allow your disciple Lu Liang to fight at your side against the Demon Race,” Lu Liang said, bowing with a determined look.

Lu Buwei burst out laughing. “Excellent, Lu Liang! My disciples are no cowards—come, let’s break through together and cut them down!”

A faint smile tugged at Lu Liang’s lips. “Thank you, Master, for your approval!”

In the blink of an eye, the two vanished, rushing toward the city gates, cutting down demon soldiers as they went.

Above Vast Sea City’s gates, both figures arrived in an instant.

Lu Liang smiled as he glanced down at the densely packed demons below, finding the sight almost amusing.

“Master, allow me to test my skills first,” Lu Liang said respectfully, bowing to Lu Buwei.

Lu Buwei’s expression remained calm. “Go on—I’ll be right here. Those vermin can’t hurt you while I’m around.”

Lu Liang’s eyes narrowed with a grin. “Thank you, Master. I’ll be back soon!”