Chapter 1482: Rakshasa Yu

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　　Translator: Legge

　　Time was non-existent in the mountains and cultivation was endless.

　　It had been 20 years since Su Zimo entered the Kunlun Ruins.

　　In the past 20 years, there had been many changes in Tianhuang Mainland as well!

　　Apart from the Dragon, Kun and Barbarian races, the movements of the Primordial Six Races became increasingly frequent as more of them appeared on Tianhuang Mainland to expand their territories.

　　For the past 20 years, countless small sects and factions had been annexed by the Primordial Six Races!

　　There were even more cultivators that died!

　　Right now, the Primordial Six Races were still restraining themselves and had not clashed head-on with the super sects. Although there were occasional conflicts, things were left unsettled.

　　For the past 20 years, the Primordial Six Races had not relaxed at all in their search for Su Zimo!

　　However, no matter how they searched, they could not find Su Zimo.

　　It was as though Su Zimo had vanished from Tianhuang Mainland!

　　Chaos Essence Sect.

　　Di Fan sat in the cave abode with a row of disciples under his charge. They had just returned from the four regions, three oceans and one continent of Tianhuang Mainland and were travel-worn.

　　“There’s still no news of Desolate Martial?”

　　Di Fan asked with a frown.

　　“No,”

　　One of the disciples said in a deep voice, “Ever since Desolate Martial appeared outside Enigma Palace, he seemed to have vanished without a trace!”

　　“In fact, I suspect that Desolate Martial might have already died.”

　　“Hmph!”

　　Di Fan harrumphed coldly and glared at the disciple, scaring the latter so much that he shrank his neck and shuddered.

　　“Who is Desolate Martial?”

　　Di Fan said coldly, “If he was someone who would die so easily, how could he have escaped twice from my hands?!”

　　The other disciples reported news one after another as well but none of them could spot any traces of Desolate Martial.

　　“Master,”

　　A cultivator said in a deep voice, “Pardon me for being blunt. From the information obtained from the battle at Enigma Palace, Desolate Martial’s Green Lotus True Body has transformed completely. His combat strength is even comparable to a Half-Martial Ancestor!”

　　“If there’s truly news of him, you can’t be overly careless.”

　　“Fufu,”

　　Di Fan sneered, “What do you know? Initially, I wanted to make a move myself. But now that the Primordial Six Races have set down their Killing Badges, there’s no longer a need for me to do it personally.”

　　“All I have to do is obtain news of Desolate Martial as soon as possible. Once I spread them, experts of the Primordial Six Races will naturally kill him!”

　　“With a blade as sharp as the Primordial Six Races, wouldn’t it be a waste not to make use of it?”

　　A disciple pondered for a moment and his eyes darted around. Suddenly, he said, “Master, I have a plan that isn’t gentlemanly. However, if this plan works, Desolate Martial will definitely appear!”

　　“Oh?”

　　Di Fan raised his brow slightly and asked, “Tell me about it.”

　　The disciple smiled gently. “I heard that Desolate Martial is extremely loyal and sentimental. He came from the North Region’s Ethereal Peak!”

　　“If we head to Ethereal Peak, suppress their cultivators and spread the news, Desolate Martial will definitely show up once he hears about it!”

　　Di Fan’s eyes lit up as he murmured thoughtfully, “We can give this method a try.”

　　“North Region, North Region… I can invite Fellow Daoist Chen Yu of Glass Palace as well as Fellow Daoist Di Jue of Sword Sect to take a look around Ethereal Peak!”

　　At that thought, Di Fan took out a few spirit cranes from his storage bag and wrote a message, scattering the messenger cranes to the super sects such as Glass Palace and Sword Sect.

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　　North Region.

　　This day, two people arrived in the vicinity of Cang Lang Mountain Range.

　　The man and woman were both at the Conjoint Body realm.

　　The man was tall and wore a huge hood that concealed his face completely.

　　The woman looked no different from a human. She had a slim, curvaceous figure and her legs were exposed, slender and long.

　　Her skin was as fair as snow and her face was extremely beautiful!

　　Anyone who saw that face and figure would be stunned!

　　“Hei Tuo, why did you mysteriously bring me here?”

　　The woman frowned slightly and asked.

　　Her voice was extremely pleasant as well.

　　The man named Hei Tuo chuckled and said, “Young mistress, you don’t know. The place I brought you here today has something to do with Desolate Martial!”

　　Hei Tuo’s voice was hoarse and unpleasant!

　　“Oh?”

　　The woman raised her brow slightly with an interested expression.

　　If anyone from the Primordial Six Races were here, they would be able to recognize the two of them.

　　Both of them were from the Rakshasa race!

　　The man’s name was Rakshasa Hei Tuo.

　　That woman was the most famous monster incarnate of the Rakshasa race in this generation, Rakshasa Yu!

　　The Rakshasa race was extremely mysterious.

　　The men were extremely ugly with green faces and bared fangs, resembling malevolent ghosts.

　　However, the women were extremely beautiful—they were not inferior to the fairies of the nine heavens!

　　Rakshasa Yu was not only peerless among her peers in the Rakshasa race, her appearance was also unparalleled!

　　“Young mistress, look over there,”

　　Rakshasa Hei Tuo pointed to a place not far away where the peach blossom trees were the most lush. “There’s a town there called Ping Yang Town.”

　　“I see it,”

　　Rakshasa Yu nodded and sensed with her eyes closed. “There’s nothing special about this town. It’s just a group of humans with slightly longer lifespans.”

　　“Oh, there’s also a peach blossom tree that gained sentience and became a demon. However, that’s nothing much as well,”

　　In the blink of an eye, Rakshasa Yu scanned Ping Yang Town from head to toe.

　　“Young mistress, you don’t understand,”

　　Rakshasa Hei Tuo said smugly, “I’ve already investigated. Ping Yang Town was the place of Desolate Martial’s rise!”

　　“I heard that this was the town where he obtained the Dao and appeared out of thin air!”

　　“So?”

　　Rakshasa Yu was indifferent. “Desolate Martial’s old friends of the past have already passed away. What has Ping Yang Town got to do with him?”

　　“Young mistress, I heard that Desolate Martial is extremely sentimental and has returned to Ping Yang Town countless times,”

　　Rakshasa Hei Tuo said, “This town is preserved so well despite the chaotic era right now. Desolate Martial must have played a huge role in that fact!”

　　“Since we can’t find Desolate Martial, why don’t we eat everyone in this town? We can vent our hatred as well!”

　　Rakshasa Hei Tuo’s tone turned excited at the mention of eating people.

　　Beneath the dark hood, a grisly red tongue stuck out and licked its lips.

　　Rakshasa Yu frowned slightly in resistance. “They’re just mortals, what’s there to eat?”

　　“Young mistress, why have you become so benevolent?”

　　Rakshasa Hei Tuo asked.

　　“Hmph! If I really want to eat, I’ll eat some experts of the human race! What’s the use of eating these mortals?” Rakshasa Yu sneered.

　　“So what?”

　　Rakshasa Hei Tuo pouted. “Since we’re already here, we can’t return empty-handed. We’ve got to fill our stomachs no matter what!”

　　“Young mistress, don’t worry. I’ll definitely leave that Conjoint Body peach blossom tree demon for you!”

　　Just as the two of them were chatting in Cang Lang Mountain Range, two divine lights lit up in a dark room in the Su family’s residence in Ping Yang Town!

　　A purple-robed cultivator floated down from the couch with a burning gaze. Smiling gently, he murmured, “To think that you would harbor designs on Ping Yang Town…”

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