Chapter 135 The Black-Clad Old Demon Robs on the Road! The Sword Grass Hat Automatically Protects Its Master

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the bluestone streets of Qingyun City.

Holy Lord Zixiao and the Nine Nether Devil Emperor walked toward the dilapidated alley on the outskirts of the city, one on each side, leading their respective "Peerless Prodigies" who wore lush green straw hats.

Along the way, the eyes of these two big shots who dominated the Three Thousand Dao States were practically glued to those two straw hats, the sound of them swallowing saliva echoing one after another.

"Goudan, isn't it hot wearing that straw hat? How about Uncle holds it for you?" Holy Lord Zixiao rubbed his hands together, leaning in with a thick-skinned expression to ask.

That was a supreme sword formation woven from Nine-Leaf Sword Grass! If he could hold it in his hands and observe it for a night, his sword dao attainments would definitely reach a new level!

Goudan clutched the bamboo hat on his head tightly with both hands and took two wary steps back.

"It's not hot! Mister said this is to shade us from the sun, I can't just take it off!"

Beside them, the Nine Nether Devil Emperor also wanted to trick Tiezhu out of the bamboo hat on his head, but Tiezhu simply bared his teeth, revealing the ferocious appearance of the Ancient Demonic Fetus, scaring the Nine Nether Devil Emperor into quickly retracting his hand.

"These two little brats are quite protective of their things."

The two parents looked at each other helplessly, only able to watch longingly. They would never dare to forcibly seize a reward from the Great One.

Just as the four were about to enter that dilapidated alley.

In the originally calm mid-air, a thick surge of black blood-light suddenly rolled up without any warning.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and a nauseating scent of blood spread through the air.

"Jie jie jie..."

A burst of piercing, unpleasant, eerie laughter echoed above the alley.

Immediately following that, an old Devil Head shrouded in black robes with a withered face dropped down from mid-air like a hanging bat, blocking the path of the four.

This black-clothed old devil was a Loose Cultivator powerhouse with a notorious reputation in the Middle State. He had been stuck at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage for several thousand years, and with his Lifespan nearing its end, he felt the successive heaven-shaking phenomena erupting here in the Eastern Desolation. He had come to Qingyun City with a gambling mindset, sneaking in to find an Opportunity to extend his life.

He had wandered the city for a day and gained nothing.

Just as he was passing this alley, the old devil's sharp Divine Sense instantly captured a trace of heart-palpitating supreme Sword Intent!

He followed the Sword Intent and looked down, seeing two country children dressed in rags and covered in mud. The straw hats on their heads actually radiated ancient and profound Laws of the Great Dao!

"I searched far and wide for it, only to find it so easily!"

Greedy green light erupted from the black-clothed old devil's cloudy eyes as he stared fixedly at the bamboo hats atop Goudan and Tiezhu's heads.

"Two Mortal ants actually have such supreme sword treasures on their heads! What a waste of God's gifts! Hand over the hats obediently, and this Old Ancestor will leave you an intact corpse!"

The black-clothed old devil laughed arrogantly, his terrifying pressure of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage released without reservation, attempting to directly intimidate these Mortals into kneeling and begging for mercy.

However.

The scene he expected of Mortals kowtowing and begging for mercy did not appear.

Goudan and Tiezhu stood where they were, hands holding their straw hats, blinking with expressions as if they were looking at an idiot.

And behind them.

Holy Lord Zixiao, dressed as a farmer, and the Nine Nether Devil Emperor, dressed as a hunter, not only didn't step forward to protect the children, but instead simultaneously took three large steps back with perfect synchronization.

The two of them tucked their hands into their sleeves, their eyes filled with pity and the expectation of watching a show.

"Loose Cultivators these days are really bold. They even dare to rob the Great One's students," Holy Lord Zixiao muttered in a low voice.

The Nine Nether Devil Emperor gave a cold laugh: "He's probably tired of living and is rushing to be reincarnated. Let's hide further away so we don't get this idiot's blood on us; it'll be hard to see Mister at the school tomorrow if our clothes are dirty."

Seeing that these four Mortals were actually not afraid of him, the black-clothed old devil was instantly enraged.

"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit! Since you won't give them to me, this Old Ancestor will take them himself!"

The black-clothed old devil roared, extending his shriveled ghost-like hand that resembled a dead tree branch. It transformed into a blood-colored demonic claw that blotted out the sky, grabbing straight for the tops of Goudan and Tiezhu's heads.

He wanted to crush these two children along with their straw hats into meat paste!

Whish—

The blood-colored demonic claw brought with it a shrill sound of breaking air, instantly descending to less than a foot above the two little fellows' heads.

At this critical moment.

On the straw hats atop Goudan and Tiezhu's heads, one of the dark green leaves of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass seemed to sense the external hostility and slightly tilted upward at a tiny angle.

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor was there any dazzling radiance.

There was only an imperceptible breeze that swept gently from the straw hat at a speed that ignored the rules of space and time.

Puchi!

A soft sound rang out.

That blood-colored demonic claw that blotted out the sky was like it had hit an invisible wall of sighs; it instantly disintegrated in mid-air, turning into a wisp of blue smoke and vanishing without a trace.

But it wasn't over yet!

That invisible Sword Intent triggered by the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass continued its momentum unabated, sweeping directly through the black-clothed old devil's body.

The black-clothed old devil's arrogant smile froze on his face. He didn't even feel a trace of pain. His eyes stared fixedly at those two straw hats, filled with incomprehensible terror.

"This... what kind of sword technique is this..."

Before his voice could fade.

A breeze blew through the alley.

The dignified black-clothed old devil of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, his entire being was like a sand sculpture, instantly collapsing in the wind and turning into flying ash that filled the sky. Not a single drop of blood nor a trace of Divine Soul remained.

Complete and utter void!

From the moment the old devil attacked to the moment he was reduced to ashes, the entire process took less than half a breath's time.

Tranquility returned to the alley once more, with only a few fallen leaves swirling on the ground.

Goudan adjusted the straw hat on his head and looked around somewhat blankly.

"Tiezhu, did a black flying insect just pounce over here?"

Tiezhu nodded foolishly and rubbed his chin: "Seems like it. It was a pretty big bug, and its cry was unpleasant. But it seemed to be flicked away by the straw hat Mister gave us."

"The straw hat Mister gave us is really useful, it can even drive away big flying bugs. Let's hurry home and do our homework, we have to hand it in tomorrow."

"Let's go, let's go, I still have to write the word 'Goodness' a hundred times."

The two peerless prodigies walked into their respective dilapidated houses while chatting and laughing, completely unaware that they had just instantly killed an old devil from the Middle State.

Standing in the distance, Holy Lord Zixiao and the Nine Nether Devil Emperor were now dumbfounded.

Although they knew the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass was terrifying, they hadn't expected it to be terrifying to this extent! It actively protected its master, its Sword Qi restrained to the extreme, killing invisibly without leaking even a shred of aura!

Hiss—

Holy Lord Zixiao sucked in a breath of cold air, his voice trembling: "That was an old devil at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage! Without even letting out a scream, he was erased by a single leaf on a straw hat!"

The Nine Nether Devil Emperor was also covered in cold sweat: "The Great One's methods are truly unfathomable! With these two little ancestors wearing these hats, who in the entire Shenhuang Continent would dare provoke them?"

The two big shots looked at each other, their awe of Lin Yuan rising to an insurmountable level once again.

The two of them turned around without hesitation and knelt down with extreme devotion toward the direction of the Mortal Dwelling.

"Thank you, Mister, for bestowing such a supreme protective talisman!"

Meanwhile.

Inside the main hall of the Mortal Dwelling.

Lin Yuan was sitting by the square table, holding a worn-out novel about strange tales and flipping through it.

Suddenly.

"Achoo!"

Lin Yuan couldn't help but let out a loud sneeze and rubbed his nose.

"As soon as it gets dark, the temperature drops. Could it be that I didn't cover myself well with the quilt last night and caught a cold?"

Lin Yuan muttered to himself and put down the book in his hand.

"Old Wan."

Lin Yuan called out to the outside.

"This old servant is here. What are your orders, Young Master?" Demon Venerable Wanhua quickly walked in.

"It's getting dark, close the courtyard gate tightly. Autumn is here, and the wind outside is a bit strong; it's a bit cold. Also, close all the windows to avoid mosquitoes flying in and biting people at night."

Demon Venerable Wanhua immediately nodded: "This old servant will go close the doors and windows right away! Please pay attention to keeping warm, Young Master, and don't catch a cold."

Lin Yuan waved his hand: "It's fine, I'll be okay after a sip of hot tea. I have to get up early tomorrow to teach those little fellows. I wonder if they went back and practiced their calligraphy properly; if they can't hand in their homework tomorrow, I'll have to hit their palms with the ruler."

Lin Yuan picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip, leisurely looking at the night scene outside the window.