Legend of the Great Sage

k have come again.”

“To think that a mere Bone Eating Shaman King can achieve something like this!” Li Qingshan had some doubts.
Through the battle of Fire Melt mountain, he understood that even great cultivators were not invincible.
It was not like the King of Southern Yue’s estate was an imbecile.
Were they truly unable to handle a single Bone Eating Shaman King?

“The King of Southern Yue already flattened Bone Eating city a year ago.
The Bone Eating Shaman King fled into the Demon domain with heavy injuries, but in my opinion, he only plays the role of a guide, allowing the Demon domain to direct their attention here again and launch another invasion when the opportunity arises.
Actually, as long as the demonfolk are determined enough, they can still carve out a passageway into this world even without these places of demon suppression.”

“So he’s a traitorous guide!” Li Qingshan could not help but recall the history in his past life.
Foreign invasions were often closely-tied to internal strife.
The Great Xia empire had established the nine provinces and forcefully united the humans and daemons, so it was pointless for the demonfolk to invade.

Now that the world was in chaos, humans, otherfolk, and daemons were all in conflict with one another.
It was completely impossible for them to unite together.

If it were the Green province, then it might have been fine.
Righteous sects like the Sword Collection palace and the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga still possessed the spirit of sacrifice, to purge demons for the righteous path.
However, in a land of wilderness like the Mist province where demonic cultivators ran amuck, who would be willing to risk their lives to hold off the demonfolk? The traitorous guides would probably appear wave after wave.

“Looks like the king’s estates of both provinces aren’t the only ones waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Treating the nine provinces as a chessboard is just a lie.
No one can anticipate the variations on this chessboard.
I understand what you’re saying.
Since no one’s willing to play the hero, let’s do it!”

Li Qingshan gazed at the sky.
The Path of White Bone and Great Beauty was destined to have a foundation built from large-scale massacre.
However, let alone the fact that he disliked slaughtering innocent people, even if he was completely unconcerned by it, indiscriminate slaughter from a logical perspective would definitely turn the entire world against him, such that he would be besieged from all sides.
These invading demonfolk were the best choice as enemies.

With a clang, he drew Tiger’s Fang and pointed it at the sky.

“My great blade is already out of patience and is thirsty for blood!”

……

Several days later, a hundred kilometers north of Fire Melt mountain.

Among the endless volcanoes, an outcrop existed in the centre of a flowing river of lava.
A tiny flower bloomed from the fiery-red rock.
At first glance, it seemed like a dandelion, but it was clearly red like fire.

Two shamans wielded weapons on both sides of the river, confronting one another.
One of them was a huge man with a head full of fiery-red hair, while the other was a skinny man with skin dark like coal, covered in fiery tattoos.
They greedily stared at the red flower on the outcrop.

“Black-ass, this is the King of Savages’ territory.
Do you really want to oppose me?” The burly man stifled his voice as if he would disturb something terrifying if he raised his voice slightly.

“Mongrel, half of the blood that flows in you is Fire Devouring Folk.
Don’t you know that the King of Savages hates fire devourers the most? If you disturb him, he’ll crush you to paste with a single punch.
You can forget about fighting over the Fire Velvet flower with me!”

The four hundred kilometers of Fire Melt mountain was a special, blessed land, which nurtured many strange and exotic treasures that did not exist elsewhere.
The Fire Velvet flower was one of them.
Back when the fire devourers were in prominence, no one could approach this place.
Only after the fire devourers had been rendered extinct and the King of Savages had occupied the main peak for secluded cultivation did some bolder shamans and cultivators approach this place to dig up and collect items like fire spiritual stones.

Let alone the fact that Li Qingshan was completely unaware of this in the phoenix’s nest, but even if he knew, he would not care.
These “strange and exotic treasures” were worthless in his eyes.

As time went on, more and more bold people appeared, constantly attempting to venture deeper into the mountains.
After all, the good items increased the closer they were to the main peak.
With risk came reward.
Neither shamans nor demonic cultivators lacked courage in this department.
On top of that, conflict existed wherever benefits existed.
Who knew how many times an incident like today had occurred among the four hundred kilometers of Fire Melt mountain already.

The two of them both had their fears, but neither of them were willing to give up on this.
Right as a great battle was about to erupt, a tender, clear voice suddenly rang out from behind, “You bastards, what are you doing in my home!?”

A little child dressed in colourful plumage, so perfect in appearance that he seemed like he had been carved from jade, leapt out of the lava.
He swept around with his intelligent eyes, and that was enough for him to understand exactly what was going on.
He said furiously, “How dare you pick my flower! I’ll kill you with a gob of my spit!”

Both the burly man and dark-skinned man were taken aback.
Their faces sank.
They both possessed cultivations at the first heavenly tribulation—otherwise, they would have never dared to venture deeply into the mountains.
They were both regarded as very powerful in their respective tribe and sect, revered by all.
Now that they had suddenly been cursed right to the face, how they felt inside went without saying.

“Where’d this little bastard come from? Are you tired of living, acting all presumptuous before me, the Fierce Fire Venerable?” the burly man bellowed.
His muscles rippled, but thoughts flickered through his head rapidly, This is clearly the King of Savages’ territory.
I’ve never heard about a kid like him, and he speaks so boldly given his measly age, even saying this is his home.
Don’t tell me he’s the flower spirit of this Fire Velvet flower?

That would make sense.
So he was merely putting on a front!

The cultivation community did not place much emphasis on physical appearance and age, but how powerful could a two or three-year-old child like him be? He had probably just been born.
Most importantly, due to a certain wutong tree’s guidance, the child did not radiate with any powerful auras.
His vulgar language also cancelled out the noble, divine aura he was born with.

The child did not waste any more words on them.
He planted his hands on his hips, raised his chest and tilted his head backwards slightly.
He let out a “harggh” in his throat, followed by a “ptui”!