Three days later.
On the coast of the South China Sea, the night breeze is cool.
Zhou Zheng and Li Wai walked into the tent of the Confucian Sage. The Nine Evils of Demon City were also inside, waiting beside the beds of Mo Wen and Jimo Huaxue, but the two still showed no signs of waking up. Dongfang Xiaoyue sighed softly, "Their injuries are too severe. Even if they can wake up, they are powerless to fight Yingzhou."
"Are those people outside ready to become Yingzhou's slaves?" Xiao Sheng asked.
Zhou Zheng shook his head and sighed, "That old man Xuanyuan only said four words over and over again."
Li Wai coughed, then imitated Xuanyuan Luo's tone and said, "Let's discuss this in the long run!"
"What a long-term plan." Xiao Sheng snorted coldly, "The three-day deadline is coming soon. It's either war or surrender. What's there to discuss?"
"If we drag it out to the end, they will just surrender without a fight. After all, with their abilities, fighting means death," Li Wai replied.
"So, Mr. Confucian Saint and the two gentlemen, what are your considerations?" Xiao Sheng asked.
Zhou Zheng looked at Dongfang Xiaoyue. After all, his master had said a few days ago that someone from the Taoist sect would come to help. But when the three-day deadline came, the helper had not appeared. Dongfang Xiaoyue hesitated for a long time before slowly saying, "Wait a little longer." Zhou Zheng's heart tightened. He had been studying in the Imperial Academy since he was a child and had been studying under the Confucian Sage for nearly thirty years. It was the first time he heard such uncertainty in his master's tone. He sighed and said, "If there is really no other way, then we can wait for the people from Yingzhou to come and surrender. At worst, we can fight to the death. But Junior Sister... I don't know how Junior Sister is doing now."
The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became more solemn. Even Ah Dou, who was always playing with the dice, put the dice into his arms. Seeing that no one was talking, he smiled and said, "Others call me 'golden words, jade words, always lose when gambling', these eight words always work. So today I won't gamble, I will just make a golden promise, and fight with Yingzhou, we will win!"
Ling Ran at the side raised an eyebrow: "I can testify to this, Adou's words are always true."
Zhao Xiaqiu suddenly stood up and said, "There's some noise outside." After that, he opened the curtain and walked out. Outside the tent, many people gathered there with torches lit. They all looked into the distance, their voices full of amazement.
"This is Yingzhou."
Zhao Xiaqiu followed them and saw that the clouds surrounding Yingzhou suddenly dissipated, and Yingzhou also completely approached the shore, a mile away from them, and completely merged with the coast. On Yingzhou, there were lush ancient trees and palaces built in them. Although it was not bright at the moment, the golden lacquer shining with starlight from the roofs could still show the magnificence of these palaces. Above all the palaces, on the top of the mountain of Yingzhou, there was a villa. The villa was very simple and did not have too many decorations. It seemed to be newly built. A strange bird with colorful feathers suddenly spread its wings from below Yingzhou, flew over the palaces, and finally landed on the villa on the top of the mountain, whistling towards the sky.
Xuanyuan Luo looked at Yingzhou in front of him and was also a little stunned. Finally, he said to the people beside him: "Send two disciples with the fastest speed to wait below Yingzhou. If there is any movement, report it at any time."
"Yes!" The disciple beside him immediately retreated.
Zhou Zheng and others came out after hearing the noise. They were all stunned when they saw Yingzhou in front of them. Yan Xiaotang smiled bitterly and said, "The fairy mountain described in ancient books is probably like this."
Zhou Zheng frowned slightly and said, "Ancient books once recorded that there are five fairy islands in the world, one is Daiyu, the second is Yuanjiao, the third is Fanghu, the fourth is Yingzhou, and the fifth is Penglai. Yingzhou is one of them. It is said that there are fairy grass and jade on it, and it is a thousand feet high. The spring is like wine, and tastes sweet. It is called Yuling Spring. Drinking it will make you drunk after a few liters, and it will make you immortal. Many people regard this ancient book as unbelievable supernatural stories, but now it seems that what the ancient book said is true. Yingzhou is as magnificent as the legend, and the people of Yingzhou are all immortal."
When Xuanyuan Luoxia saw them coming out, he deliberately avoided them and returned to his tent.
"In another hour, it will be dawn." Li Wai said slowly as he looked at Xuanyuan's falling back.
"He is deliberately avoiding us. I think we don't need to wait for his answer any longer." Dongfang Yun walked over to them and said, "Why don't we all go back to our tents and rest? We can fight directly after daybreak."
Dongfang Xiaoyue sighed: "I have never felt so powerless in my life."
"The person I once admired the most was Su Han, but I could never become someone like Grand Palace Master Su Han because my heart was not broad enough. Perhaps the battle at the Heroes Conference that year." Dongfang Yunwo said in a deep voice, "I should have persuaded Ruoxu again."
"The past cannot be brought back." Zhou Zheng took the lead and walked towards his own tent. "After an hour, I suddenly felt like taking a nap."
At this time, in a high mountain closest to the coast, a tall middle-aged Taoist priest was standing on the top of the mountain with a little Taoist boy, gazing into the distance.
"Master, aren't we going to help Brother Xie and the others? Why did you bring me here?" Mo Chen asked in confusion.
"No hurry, take a look first." Daojun pointed to Yingzhou in the distance, "After you see what's going to happen next, you can help them. I think it will be better."
"Okay." Mo Chen didn't understand what his master was up to this time, but after all, his master was half a god, so what he said couldn't be wrong, so he sat down cross-legged and stared into the distance. An hour passed, and nothing happened. He couldn't help but doze off until a ray of sunlight shone on him, and he woke up. He looked down and exclaimed, "Thank you, brother!"
Under Yingzhou, Xie Yuling appeared there in a blood-stained robe. The disciple who was secretly spying on Yingzhou also spotted him and immediately whispered, "Which sect are you from? What are you doing here?"
Xie Yuling looked at them with an indifferent expression: "I am Xie Yuling."
The disciple was stunned: "Xie Yuling? The third son of the Jiangnan Xie family?"
"Yes." Xie Yuling walked straight past him, "Go tell everyone over there. The third son of the Xie family is climbing the mountain!"
"Climbing the mountain, are you crazy?" The disciple rushed forward to stop him, but when he was only three steps away from Xie Yuling, he was knocked away by a burst of true energy.
Another disciple hurriedly supported his companion and said anxiously: "The gate of Yingzhou Mountain is guarded by people, you can't go up."
Xie Yuling ignored him and came to the huge golden gate. Two big men with big swords in hand and naked upper bodies saw him and shouted angrily, "Who are you?"
"Xie Yuling from the Xie family." Xie Yuling walked straight past the two men. The two sturdy men looked at each other, and the long swords in their hands broke into three pieces. They wanted to speak, but found that they could no longer make any sound. They took another step forward, and their heads fell off.
Two disciples not far away saw this scene. One of them was so scared that his legs went weak and he fell to the ground, unable to speak. The other one, who was a little braver, was stunned for a moment before he immediately ran towards the camp, shouting as he ran, "Thank you, Third Master, let's go up the mountain!"
"Thank you, Third Master, we are going up the mountain!"