Chapter 856: Heavenly Lord Xi Ying

In the world of martial arts, one has no control over their own fate.
Although Happy’s strength now ranks among the top globally, the lessons from his past life and countless examples warned him of one truth: never drift apart from the mainstream figures in this world…
Even if your strength is already considerable, new talents always emerge. In his past life, countless skilled warriors rose briefly before collapsing, spending longer times in obscurity, never getting another chance to shine.
So, despite the fact that the task entrusted to him by Shi Feixuan offered no combat achievements or tangible rewards, Happy still dared not neglect it.
After two days, Happy had begun to figure things out. In this border mission, combat achievements were crucial during the day, as the military hierarchy and soldiers dominated the scene; but at night, various factions would make their appearances, turning the grasslands into a battlefield for countless martial arts experts. There were likely many hidden narrative tasks as well.
Focusing solely on combat achievements at the expense of narrative tasks could lead to losing more than gaining.
Immediately, he sent a message via carrier pigeon to Yin Hu and Lei Zhan, ordering them to rest in the camp, while he and Shi Feixuan headed deeper into the grasslands.
…
In a certain area of the grasslands, dozens of grotesquely twisted corpses lay scattered everywhere, like a hellish scene. Each corpse had its bones shattered, resembling broken dolls tossed on the ground, seemingly disconnected parts. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that each victim’s face was distorted beyond recognition, clearly having suffered unbearable pain before dying.
And all of this was the work of a seemingly ordinary middle-aged man.
Of average build, wearing a very plain robe; beneath his slightly grayed-updo lay a hint of restrained authority. His chin was slightly raised as he gazed indifferently toward the camp of the Central Plains army, his eyes flashing with a faintly sinister glint, lost in thought.
Behind him, two men and a woman stared at his back, not daring to breathe loudly or stay too long…
“Uncle Xi, you scared Wanwan’s friend to death.”
Her voice was soft and charming, with a subtle hint of enchantment, instantly breaking the silence and drawing the attention of the two men and woman away from the middle-aged man.
The witch Wanwan!
Wherever the demonic sects appeared, she was never far away.

Like elves in the dark night, with their graceful figures, they exuded an irresistible charm beneath the hazy night sky.
The two men strained their eyes open, eager to press their eyeballs against Wanwan’s sheer veil and caress her affectionately.
As for the woman with red hair, her enchanting appearance gave her an air reminiscent of those from evil sects; she watched Wanwan with jealous eyes.
As the junior sister, though she knew Wanwan was merely a fictional character in the game and that her “Great Demon Art” had surpassed even Zhu Yuyan’s skills, her natural jealousy couldn’t be concealed when seeing her senior brother’s eyes almost glued to Wanwan.
“Hmph!”
The middle-aged man couldn’t help but emit a stern sound through his nose: “Wanwan, stop showing off your ‘Great Demon Art’ in front of my uncle. And… what’s the use of these three people you brought this time?”
The two men and the woman froze, forcing smiles to hide any signs of dissatisfaction.
The man with purple hair and the red-haired woman were naturally the recently famous heirs of the evil sect, the “Male and Female Demons.” The other was from Mongolia—the greatest martial artist there, “Rong Sen.”
“Uncle Xi, as you say, these youngsters should experience the world. Otherwise, they’ll never be able to stand on their own, and it won’t benefit our evil sect at all.” With soft words, Wanwan’s gaze fell on the tall and muscular man, Rong Sen: “Uncle Zhao, the leader of the demons, this incident has surely drawn attention from the Central Plains camp. They’ll send people to investigate, but we don’t know their strength yet. How about Uncle Xi takes cover first, while Wanwan and these youngsters explore the Central Plains martial world? If things go wrong, then Uncle Xi can step in.”
After some thought, Xi Ying’s eyes flickered before he nodded: “That’s good.”
In truth, he felt somewhat uneasy about confronting the Central Plains martial world.
Though he was a powerful being at the Mythical realm and the leader of the Path of Emotion Annihilation, the people of the evil sect were self-serving and valued their own safety above everything. In a flash, he disappeared from his spot.
The two men and the woman saw only Xi Ying vanish into the darkness in an instant, their expressions changing immediately.
The red-haired woman stepped forward: “Sister, what if the Central Plains send very strong martial artists and we can’t stop them?”
“…”
The Mongolian master Rong Sen smirked coldly without showing any emotion: “If you’re scared, just leave.”

“Damn you, you bastard!!” The purple-haired man glared angrily, and a faint black energy began to swirl rapidly in his palm. “Do you think all the masters in the Central Plains are as weak as yours? I tell you, in the Central Plains, just any one on the Dragon List could knock you down.”
The red-haired woman also stared at Rong Sen with a hostile gaze!
“Is that so?”
Rong Sen moved his body, which was as solid as an iron tower; each step seemed to carry immense strength, giving off an impression of extreme stability and invulnerability.
“Let’s just fight it out. Whoever loses will withdraw from this mission.”
A faint smile appeared on Rong Sen’s lips.
“Who’s afraid of whom?”
The purple-haired man already held a perfect black mark in his hand, surrounded by fierce, aggressive magic energy.
“Enough! Stop it now!”
Seeing that the two were about to start fighting, Wanwan arrived just in time between them. “You two are from my sect… Rong Sen is the bravest warrior under Kublai Khan. He’s one of us—don’t ruin our relationship.”
As soon as she spoke, the four of them heard clear horsehoofs sounds coming from behind a small hill in the distance. Several torches illuminated a group of over a dozen martial artists from the Central Plains, who came into view.
The leader was extremely handsome, with a refined appearance and noble bearing. The group following him seemed to be his subordinates, all tall and strong, exuding great power.
The male and female demons changed expressions, seemingly recognizing the identity of the handsome man on horseback.
The group rushed closer to Wanwan and the others, their eyes lighting up.
“Wanwan?!”
“Mongols…”
They all stopped their horses, initially stunned, then burst into laughter. “Haha… After such hard searching, we found them effortlessly!!”