81: Chapter 81 What can we use to fight for it?

Outside Medicine King Valley, the night wind blew gently, dispersing the lingering scent of blood and Devilish Qi in the air.

Jiang Changge stood in the Void Realm, his white clothes as bright as snow, his sleeves fluttering gently in the wind.

The fly whisk whisk in his hand had retracted all its radiance, held quietly in his palm like a most ordinary mortal object.

But everyone present had seen that world-shaking flick clearly just moments ago.

That Ancient Demon Lord, who had left several Undergoing Tribulation experts helpless, had no room to even resist under that whisk.

Daoist Ziyang struggled to stand up from the ground, his gaunt figure swaying slightly in the night wind.

He reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on the white-clad figure; his lips moved several times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He was the Grand Elder of Medicine King Valley and had seen many great storms.

But at this moment, for the first time, he felt his own insignificance.

"Sen... Senior."

Dan Qingzi's voice came from behind, hoarse and trembling.

He also struggled to his feet, stumbled a few steps, and stood still several yards behind Jiang Changge, bowing deeply.

"Medicine King Valley will never forget Senior's life-saving grace."

Jiang Changge turned around, glanced at him, and spoke in a flat tone: "It was a small effort, no need for thanks."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the figures standing or lying, shocked or fearful, and said calmly: "The Devil Head has been suppressed. As for the Seal, handle it yourselves."

As his voice fell, he stepped toward the interior of Medicine King Valley.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu clutched his chest, his gaze following Jiang Changge's back.

Waves of shock surged in his heart, unable to be calmed for a long time.

Earlier, that Devil Head's casual strike had knocked him back; he thought he had overestimated Senior's strength, but only now did he realize he hadn't even touched a ten-thousandth of Senior's power.

Dan Qingzi straightened up, walked to Daoist Ziyang's side, and whispered: "Grand Elder, your injuries?"

"No matter."

Daoist Ziyang shook his head and withdrew his gaze, looking toward the sealed area that had been torn apart by the Devilish Qi.

"The Seal is destroyed. Although the Devil Head is suppressed, this Seal needs to be rearranged. Send the order for the valley's Elders to come immediately to repair it."

Dan Qingzi bowed to accept the order and turned to leave in a hurry.

Daoist Ziyang stood in place with his hands behind his back, looking at the white-clad figure receding into the depths of Medicine King Valley.

After a long silence, he muttered to himself: "When did such a person appear in the Southern Wilderness?"

Huo Lingzi and Daoist Xuandan looked at each other, both seeing the same shock and bitterness in the other's eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Huo Lingzi," Daoist Xuandan spoke first, his voice low, "That Senior..."

"I know." Huo Lingzi interrupted him, his gaze falling on the direction where the white-clad figure had disappeared, and sighed.

"With such a person assisting the Zhouwu Dynasty, what does my Nanli have to compete with?"

Daoist Xuandan remained silent.

Their two great Imperial Dynasties had joined forces to pressure the Zhouwu Dynasty for the past six months, thinking victory was certain, but today's scene had directly crushed all their calculations into powder.

With this Senior present, the Zhouwu Dynasty was the number one power in the Southern Wilderness.

No person or power could shake it.

The night grew deep, and the banquet in Medicine King Valley had long since dispersed.

In the Hundred Herbs Altar, the spiritual fruits and dishes hadn't been cleared yet, piled messily on the long tables, emitting a faint fragrance in the night wind.

Disciples of Medicine King Valley moved through the altar, talking in low voices about the world-shaking battle just now; every face bore the relief of surviving a disaster and an undisguisable shock.

Zhou Tianchen stood at the Zhouwu Dynasty's seats; the Devilish Qi from outside the valley earlier, even from hundreds of miles away, had made his heart palpitate.

Before long, a white-clad figure walked slowly in from outside the altar—it was Jiang Changge.

"Revered Master!" Zhou Tianchen hurried forward and bowed in greeting.

Jiang Changge nodded slightly, took a seat, and picked up a teacup from the table to take a light sip.

A moment later, Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, Yao Li, and others also returned to the Hundred Herbs Altar one after another.

Their faces were still pale, and traces of battle remained on their robes, but their steps had become much steadier.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu sat down next to Jiang Changge, and representatives from various forces returned one by one, discussing the battle in low voices.

Everyone's gaze unconsciously drifted toward the white-clad figure on the east side of the altar.

——

The night was deep, and in the Void Realm outside Medicine King Valley, several streaks of light shot through the air from different directions, extremely fast, reaching the sky above Medicine King Valley in the blink of an eye.

The light faded, revealing seven or eight figures.

The leader wore a green robe, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, and his body was surrounded by the majestic aura of the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence.

It was Daoist Yunlan of the Piaomiao Sect.

The several people behind him were all Undergoing Tribulation experts from various major forces in the Southern Wilderness.

Lord Yangtian of the Qingyang Sect, Elder Jianchi of the Heavenly Sword Sect...

These old monsters usually stayed in seclusion; if they hadn't sensed that world-shaking fluctuation of Devilish Qi from the direction of Medicine King Valley, they would never have appeared so easily.

"Such dense Devilish Qi."

Daoist Yunlan's gaze fell on the suppressed sealed area outside the valley, his brow furrowed.

Lord Yangtian took a step forward, his Divine Sense sweeping the surroundings, his expression changing slightly: "There are traces of battle, and more than one person acted."

"Looking at this residual aura, at least three or four at the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence clashed here."

Elder Jianchi stroked his long beard, a glint flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"There is also a very strange aura; I have never sensed such power before."

The few of them looked at each other, all feeling quite confused.

They had rushed here at top speed upon receiving the news, but the Devilish Qi fluctuations had already subsided; although the sealed area was in pieces, a new layer of Restriction had already been rearranged.

Where was the Devil Head? Why had that Devilish Qi, which made even them feel heart palpitations, suddenly vanished?

"Let's go in and see." Daoist Yunlan was the first to fly into Medicine King Valley.

Lord Yangtian, Elder Jianchi, and the others followed close behind, several streaks of light cutting through the night sky and landing in the Hundred Herbs Altar.

In the altar, seeing several Undergoing Tribulation experts arrive together, everyone stood up to bow.

Daoist Yunlan's gaze swept across the altar and saw Daoist Ziyang sitting cross-legged under the Myriad Spirit Tree to adjust his breathing; his face was pale and his robes were stained with blood, causing his heart to sink.

"Fellow Daoist Ziyang."

Daoist Yunlan stepped forward quickly and stood beside Daoist Ziyang, "Your injuries?"

Daoist Ziyang opened his eyes and shook his head: "No matter, a few days of rest will suffice."

"The Devil Head?" Lord Yangtian spoke, his tone carrying a hint of urgency.

Daoist Ziyang was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and low: "That Devil Head has already been suppressed by someone."

As soon as these words were spoken, the several Undergoing Tribulation experts all changed expression.

"Suppressed?" Elder Jianchi's pupils constricted slightly.

"As expected of Fellow Daoist Ziyang, to suppress that Devil Head once more, it seems your cultivation has reached the Transcendent level."

Daoist Ziyang looked up and shook his head, "It wasn't me!"

Then he looked toward Jiang Changge.

Daoist Yunlan followed his gaze and saw a white-clad young man leaning back in his seat, his expression indifferent as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

His pupils constricted slightly.

"It's him?" Daoist Yunlan's voice carried a hint of disbelief.

Lord Yangtian and Elder Jianchi also noticed that white-clad figure, and their expressions simultaneously became solemn.

Although they hadn't seen Jiang Changge act with their own eyes, they had long heard of the events outside the Purple Bamboo Forest.

To be treated with such respect by a proud person like Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, this person was definitely not ordinary.