Chapter 68 — Azure Dragon
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Net. By this time someone had already come over to support the Old Vampire, and that bald old man, who seemed to be on fairly good terms with him, went to his side and asked something in a low voice. The Nether King, his hands now free, smiled and said nothing, his manner greatly relaxed, without the slightest sense of a powerful enemy at hand. The pale-faced scholar standing beside him exchanged a glance with him.
"Cangsong, you dog of a Daoist, do you still remember your grandfather?" Suddenly, a hoarse voice came through.
The young disciples on the righteous side all frowned together, and saw that the speaker was that ferocious-looking dwarf, who at this moment was staring fixedly at Cangsong, his eyes full of murderous light, very much like a vicious wolf.
Cangsong gave a cold laugh and said: "Demon spawn, do you remember that sword strike from back then?"
At these words, all saw the muscles of the dwarf's face twist, his teeth grinding, clearly hating to the bone. Then he nodded slowly, drew his hand across his chest from his left shoulder down toward the right, and said viciously: "Good, good, I have not forgotten, and to think you remembered too—that is even better. That sword strike, I will naturally return it upon you."
Cangsong snorted and paid him no mind, his gaze turning to those two who had stood all along to one side, composed and unhurried.
Su Wan's expression was grave; with her vision she too could tell that each of these people was no shallow practitioner, in no way inferior to the Old Vampire of moments ago, and most likely they were all old demons of the demon cult who had not shown themselves for ages.
At this moment, hearing the exchange between Daoist Cangyan and the dwarf, Su Wan asked softly of Tian Buhui, who stood beside her: "Who are these people?"
Tian Buhui's expression was none too pleasant either, his brows knit together, and he said: "That dwarf is called Baiduzi, of the Myriad Poison Sect of the demon cult; that bald old fellow is Duanmu Laozu of Jieshi Mountain, who in the demon cult has always kept to himself. These two and the Old Vampire are all remnants of the demon cult that we hunted down a hundred years ago. As for the other two, one appears to be the leader of this generation of the Nether King Sect, of whom Xiao Yichen spoke, but that pale-faced scholar I have never seen."
Su Wan drew a sharp breath. In that great war of righteous and demon a hundred years ago, her cultivation was not yet accomplished, and she had not gone deep into the wilds with Tian Buhui and Daoist Cangyan and the others. But the names of these men had thundered in her ears in those years, especially Baiduzi and that Duanmu Laozu, notorious beyond measure, outdoing even the Old Vampire.
Just then, that bald Duanmu Laozu suddenly turned his head and swept a glance toward the righteous cultivators, then abruptly cried out in a shrill voice: "Where is Wan Jiangu? Why has that dog-thief Wan Jiangu not come?"
The young disciples of the Canglan Sect were all startled, not knowing what he meant, but Tian Buhui, Daoist Cangyan, Su Wan and the others turned ashen at once, and Cangyan said coldly: "Wan Jiangu? He long ago ascended the Great Way of Heaven, and has already become an immortal. Only a clownish demon like you still stands here barking!"
The demon cult people were all taken aback, and Baiduzi, Duanmu Laozu, and the Old Vampire, who had only just caught his breath, all cried out together: "Dead?"
The Nether King and the pale-faced scholar standing to one side seemed to give a faint shudder as well.
Wan Jiangu—a name never heard among the younger generation of the Canglan Sect—seemed to hold some magic power for these demon-cult giants. The few of them exchanged glances, their expressions subtle, hatred on their faces especially heavy, mixed with a trace of dread; yet none of this could cover the joy deep in the bottom of their eyes.