Everyone stared at Su Qingyun, who had fallen to the ground, his life or death unknown. It took them a long while to react before they pointed at Ye Shu and shouted, "Ye Shu! What have you done?! Without Su Qingyun, what are we going to use to resist the beast horde!"
Hearing this, Ye Shu simply ignored them and picked up the Myriad Beast Orb from the ground, stuffing it into his pants. Then, he smiled faintly.
"Very simple."
"I'll resist the beast horde, won't I?"
After saying that, his aura was finally no longer concealed, fully revealing itself!
Boom!
A cluster of purple-green flames rose from around Ye Shu, eventually condensing into a monster with a lion's head and a snake's tail. It stepped on a lotus pedestal, floating behind Ye Shu. The purple flames burned brightly in the sunlight, exuding a terrifying pressure that made one's heart palpitate.
"What kind of flame is this?"
"What a terrifying aura. It's as if an ancient giant beast is staring right at me, making me want to submit."
"That monster... I've never seen such a demonic beast."
"Is... is this the Tier Six Myriad Beast Spirit Fire?"
Finally, the Peak Master of the Medicine Peak, who was skilled in alchemy, recognized the origin of this flame.
"No, wait, it's not the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire."
The Medicine Peak Master frowned slightly.
"The Myriad Beast Spirit Fire isn't like this. This is... the Green Lotus Heavenly Fire!" His pupils widened, and his breathing grew rapid. "This Myriad Beast Spirit Fire has fused with the Green Lotus Heavenly Fire, and it's already on the verge of stepping into the threshold of a Tier Seven spirit fire. Given time, it will inevitably advance."
"Tier Seven?!"
The other Peak Masters whipped their heads around, utterly astonished.
This young whippersnapper at the Golden Core stage was actually able to gather two types of spirit fires and even fuse them together.
"Hmph! This is my brain... tea-serving boy, amazing, right?"
Seeing the shocked gazes everyone directed at Ye Shu, Lin Qingxue couldn't help but puff out her chest and let out a smug snort, her chin raised high like a proud little peacock.
Those who didn't know better would think she was the one with the spirit fire.
"What a pity..."
The Peak Master of the Spirit Beast Peak, Su Changgong, shook his head and sighed.
"If it were a Tier Seven spirit fire, it could naturally easily drive back this beast horde. But unfortunately, it's only Tier Six. There is no shortage of Tier Six magical beasts in this beast horde, so I'm afraid it will be difficult to vie for control over it. Those low-tier magical beasts probably won't retreat easily. We naturally don't fear the Tier Six magical beasts and can block them."
"But..."
Several Peak Masters sighed together.
Their gazes pierced through the clouds at the mountain peak and landed squarely on the curling smoke of cooking fires at the foot of the mountain.
It was already near dusk.
The peasant commoners at the foot of the mountain hadn't yet realized that the yellow dust in the distance wasn't the sunset glow, but a deadly beast horde.
They were resting after a day's work, returning home to cook.
"Of course we can block the high-tier magical beasts, but the problem is that there are simply far too many of the remaining low-tier magical beasts. There will always be some that slip through, and even a single slip-up would be a devastating disaster for the commoners at the foot of the mountain."
The other disciples also collectively looked down.
At the foot of the mountain, tiny figures were carrying hoes home, and cooking smoke curled upwards in a peaceful scene.
They didn't know that death was approaching.
"Then let us disciples intercept the low-tier demonic beasts," an ordinary disciple from the spectator stands suddenly spoke up.
"Me too!"
"And me!"
"This disciple requests orders from Master!"
"Cultivators protecting the common people is the foundation of our righteous path and the purpose of our lives! It is also the reason for my cultivation!" Immediately after, a second and then a third disciple stepped forward, all requesting orders.
Looking at these youths with resolute gazes.
Some of them had even just joined the sect and barely stepped onto the path of cultivation.
Ye Shu suddenly felt something.
There were still quite a few normal people in this world.
The Azure Mystic Sect could be saved.
Relying solely on the Myriad Beast Green Lotus Fire to resist the beast horde was tantamount to an idiot's daydream. Ye Shu wouldn't be that naive.
His true trump card was hidden in his sleeve.
That little silver-white snake.
Although Medusa's cultivation base was damaged and she wasn't the Void Return great demon of her prime, her bloodline had genuinely evolved into an ancient fierce beast, the Nine Nether Black Snake.
Demonic beasts were different from humans. Even if they had gained sentience, they still believed that the strong were supreme and bloodline was king.
Therefore, as long as Medusa made a move.
Those low-tier demonic beasts would instinctively feel fear and thus break free from the control of the high-tier magical beasts behind them.
Ye Shu calculated.
Using up one opportunity for these mortals.
It was worth it!
Since this matter started because of him, it should end because of him.
With this thought, Ye Shu looked at his right sleeve cuff, where Medusa's true body was hidden. He quietly transmitted his voice, "Stop sleeping, get up and work."
"What are you being so loud for? This Queen woke up ages ago."
Little Medusa's dissatisfied voice rang out. "You humans are truly laughable. The number one sect of the Eastern Wasteland actually has so many idiots. Just how did you manage to sit on the throne as the spirit of all races?"
"Having so many idiots and still being able to firmly suppress all races."
"On the contrary, it reflects our human race's temperament of being all-encompassing and tolerant," Ye Shu said with a straight face. "Cut the crap. Can you intimidate that pack of demonic beasts with your bloodline pressure?"
"Hmph! Of course I can."
Medusa gave a soft snort, her face showing disdain.
"This Queen is a Nine Nether Black Snake. Those low-tier demonic beasts only have the right to kneel and submit when they see me."
"That's good then."
Ye Shu stared at the ever-approaching beast horde and let out a sigh of relief. "Then hurry up and make a move. The beast horde is almost here!"
"I won't."
"?"
Ye Shu was stunned.
"Why?"
"Hey, hey, hey," Little Medusa's childish voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction. "You don't expect me to reveal my true form right here in broad daylight, do you?"
"This is the base camp of human experts!"
"This Queen is of the demon race."
"Don't you understand the principle that humans and demons tread different paths? Or did you not have money to buy storybooks when you were young and never saw those stories where humans and demons fell in love, only to be torn apart by human experts and beaten to dust?"
"..."
Ye Shu's mouth twitched.
"Where did you even read those storybooks?"
He pointed at the Peak Masters and disciples on the stage who had already headed to the front of the beast horde, wielding their swords to block it, and said, "Do they look like the kind of people who can't distinguish right from wrong? If you lend a helping hand, they will naturally remember your favor. Not only will they not attack you, but they'll be grateful to you instead."
Little Medusa poked her head out and took a glance.
"Who knows?"
"What if they burn the bridge after crossing it? You can know a person's face but not their heart. Didn't that Mu Yunxi just try to kill you?"
"What right do you have to guarantee for them?"
"What will you use as a guarantee?"
"..."
Ye Shu fell silent for a moment, staring at the people who were currently resisting the beast horde, and spoke quietly, "I cannot give you any guarantees. The only thing I can guarantee is."
"If they want to burn the bridge after crossing it."
"I will die before you do."
"W-what is that supposed to mean?"
Hearing Ye Shu's resolute words, Medusa paused, her pretty face flushing slightly as she said angrily, "Do you think your life can compare to this Queen's? You lowly human."
"This Queen's life is much more precious than yours!"
She spoke with disdain, but her gaze darted around evasively.
This little rogue... He is usually so completely unreliable, yet sometimes he becomes so terrifyingly serious that you just cannot help but want to aid him.
A man like him...
Is simply a devil who toys with a snake's heart!

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