Chen Nan and Long Wu waited at the inn for more than a quarter of an hour before the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon returned excitedly.
"I have located that guy's hideout, and now we can attack him. But let's make it clear first, he must leave his pair of divine and demonic wings to me."
Chen Nan was greatly surprised and said, "Last time you wanted to snatch Meng Ke'er's Jade Lotus Platform, and this time you actually want the Divine Demon Wings of the Little Demon King. Do you also have bad habits like those dragons in the West, liking to collect shiny treasures?"
"Pah! How can those giant lizards compare to me? I, the Dragon Lord, am not so bored as to treat some junk as treasures!" The Purple-Gold Dragon said with an arrogant attitude, "That jade lotus platform and those divine and demonic wings are treasures refined using Taoist artifact-making techniques. They must be engraved with countless top-level Taoist magic arrays. If I can obtain them and comprehend them, Awoo... that would truly be... Awoo..." The Purple-Gold Dragon roared excitedly.
Chen Nan and Long Wu exchanged bewildered glances, secretly marveling at how clever this old scoundrel was!
"Alright, let's go and end that successor of the Chaotic Heaven Path now." Chen Nan gripped the divine halberd, his words icy cold.
Long Wu said, "Long Pipi, what are you waiting for? Why don't you take us into the city?"
Upon hearing this, the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon nearly fell from mid-air, angrily saying, "Little girl, do you really think I'm some kind of animal pulling a cart? You want me to carry both of you? Don't even dream about it!"
Chen Nan frowned and said, "Well, I'm a little worried about leaving Long Wu here alone. You should take the trouble to bring both of us into the city with you, otherwise, if we waste time, your ancient formation will become a pipe dream."
The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon was extremely depressed. Finally, in a fit of rage, it unleashed a cloud of misty purple energy. Its back shone brilliantly, and a patch of green mist gradually materialized, forming a purple jade wall.
Chen Nan and Long Wu quickly leaped up. Stepping onto it, the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon flew up with great frustration, but its speed was very slow. If it hadn't recently devoured countless rare and precious materials from the Divine Wind Academy, it might not have been able to carry two people at the same time.
Long Wu was a stunningly beautiful woman, and now, in the night breeze, her yellow dress fluttered as she danced, appearing like a celestial being. The faint, delicate fragrance emanating from her, like orchids and deer, wafted into Chen Nan's nostrils, and her long, smooth, black hair gently brushed against his face, exuding a uniquely warm and inviting aura. Chen Nan couldn't help but move forward slightly.
Long Wu seemed to sense something. She turned and glanced at him. Her jade-like face shone with a crystalline luster under the moonlight, and her eyes were misty with a hint of sadness, making her incredibly beautiful and captivating.
Chen Nan was momentarily stunned, staring blankly at the fairy-like, beautiful face before him.
"Fool," Long Wu seemed to sense an unusual atmosphere, said in a coquettish tone, and turned her head back.
A single glance back, and a hundred charms bloom! Chen Nan, as if possessed, stretched out his arms and wrapped them around her waist. Long Wu was startled and struggled frantically, snarling, "You bastard, let me go!"
Chen Nan slowly let go of her hand and said, "Sister Wu, don't be shy. I was just afraid you would lose your balance and fall."
"You pighead!" Long Wu glared at him fiercely.
However, at that moment, for some unknown reason, the purple-gold dragon began to shake violently, causing the two people standing on it to sway even more. Long Wuhua paled; she was no match for Chen Nan, having almost no experience in flying.
Chen Nan shouted, "Mudfish, what are you doing?" He quickly put his arm around Long Wu's slender waist, wrapped her tightly around his side, and whispered, "It's nothing."
Long Wu was both ashamed and angry, and said urgently, "Let me go."
Her struggle caused the two of them to sway even more violently. Chen Nan quickly held her tightly in his arms to prevent her from moving. Then, he scolded the purple-gold dragon, "Mudskipper, stop fooling around. It's too dangerous high in the sky."
The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon grumbled in dissatisfaction, "You truly treat my heart like a donkey's liver and lungs! I, the Dragon Lord, was willing to help you, but instead of being grateful, you're blaming me! Humph!" Immediately, it resumed its steady flight.
Long Wu's face turned bright red. She quickly broke free from Chen Nan's embrace and then kicked him hard in the calf.
"Ouch..." Chen Nan was in so much pain that he almost fell down.
Long Wu stomped hard on the jade wall that the purple-gold dragon had transformed into, and said, "You scoundrel dragon, you are utterly despicable!"
The purple-gold dragon swayed and cried out, "I was only trying to help you two, but in the end you're blaming me! It's tough being a good dragon!"
"You still dare to talk back!" Long Wu stomped on his foot again, embarrassed and angry.
Long Wu was originally a stunning beauty, but now that she revealed her girlish demeanor, she was even more gorgeous and incomparable, far more charming than when she deliberately pretended to be a boy.
Chen Nan coughed lightly, quickly calming himself down, otherwise he would have been kicked again.
After the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon carried the two people, although its flying speed was not very fast, it still covered the twenty-odd miles in the blink of an eye. Above a large inn with multiple courtyards, it stopped and indicated to the two that the Mischievous Little Demon King was in a room in one of the courtyards below.
After landing, Chen Nan carried the halberd and walked towards the room indicated by the purple-gold dragon.
With a "whoosh," the door and walls, as thin as a sheet of paper, were instantly pulverized by the gentle flick of the divine halberd. But there was no one inside. The candles were still burning. The tea was still warm. Clearly, Xiang Tian had only recently left.
Long Wu found a note on the table with only a few lines of text: "I have already discovered that the monster dragon is following behind. You are destined to miss your target. The day I recover from my injuries will be the day you, Chen Nan, die."
It was clear that the Mischievous Little Demon King had left with great ease, making it extremely difficult to find him. Chen Nan and Long Wu sighed, but there was nothing they could do.
The two left and called several inns overnight. With great difficulty, they found a small inn with vacant rooms in a corner.
The capital of Chu is in turmoil, with countless experts flocking here. Nowadays, you can find many highly skilled cultivators by simply knocking on the door of any inn.
Many legendary figures and long-lost monsters in both the Eastern and Western cultivation worlds were alarmed, because a remarkable individual in the cultivation world observed the celestial phenomena at night and believed that the combined energies of immortals and demons in Chu Capital indicated that an extraordinary event was about to occur, potentially even involving the realm of immortals and gods.
On this very day, a momentous event occurred in the Western cultivation world, though few knew of it and it did not spread.
On this day, the ancient castle of an old Western family was suddenly enveloped in a sacred glow. From afar, the castle appeared to be covered by a pure white, serene light, like a divine radiance descending from heaven.
The clan's patriarch, a highly skilled martial artist over a hundred years old, passed away the day before yesterday and was about to depart today. No one expected such a miracle to occur within the ancient castle.
Everyone believed that the old patriarch possessed profound cultivation and had accumulated immeasurable merit during his lifetime. He was about to ascend to the celestial realm. However, something strange happened: a dazzling beam of light suddenly descended from the sky and pierced directly into the old patriarch's corpse.
A moment later, the old patriarch Jones sat up straight, which terrified his friends and family, who all thought the matter was quite frightening.
Old Jon sat up, glanced at everyone, and whispered, "I still have some unfulfilled wishes in the mortal realm, so I cannot leave now. Therefore, the great God of War has sent me back. Do not be afraid, but remember this: never reveal this matter, or you will incur divine punishment."
Old Jones's hair was almost entirely white, and his beard was nearly gone. His face was lined with wrinkles, giving him a solitary and frail appearance. Yet, at this moment, his eyes shone with a divine light, emanating a tremendous, invisible pressure that was so heavy it was suffocating.
Before his resurrection, he was indeed a highly skilled Western martial artist, whose cultivation had reached the peak of the fourth stage and was about to enter the ranks of the fifth stage peerless masters, but he was far less intimidating than he is now.
Jons's descendants all swore not to reveal a word of it, and the funeral was subsequently canceled in secret, while old Jons mysteriously departed.
On the same day, the same thing happened to two other families in the West.
A middle-aged martial artist of the fourth rank named Camilla mysteriously revived after dying for a day. Before his death, he also instructed his family not to reveal the truth, and then he left mysteriously.
A female swordswoman named Amys, after recovering from an illness, suddenly and mysteriously revived just one day later. She was in her thirties before her death, but after her resurrection, she seemed much younger, appearing to be under thirty years old. She then mysteriously disappeared.
These three bizarre resurrection incidents share several commonalities: all three occurred a day after death, were accompanied by divine miracles, their homes were enveloped in holy light, and after their resurrection, the three individuals' cultivation levels advanced to unimaginable heights, becoming exceptionally mysterious and powerful.
Although the three incidents were kept highly confidential, nothing stays secret forever, and a few powerful families eventually learned of them.
Finally, the news reached the Pope's ears through secret channels. He pondered for a long time and said, "Could it be 'the coming of a saint'? But that's not right. If it were true, it should have come to the Church!"
As the Pope pondered inwardly, the three resurrected beings of the mystery had already gathered together. They stood a thousand feet above the sky, radiating a sacred and powerful aura. After a few words of riddles, the three transformed into three beams of divine light and flew from the Western Continent towards the distant East…