Chapter 59: Empire Legend!

The twelve demons, including the tiger demon, bear demon, and the spider-woman, boast strengths on par with a demon marshal. The remaining entities consist of demon soldiers, demon generals, and so forth.

In general, the might of a demon marshal exceeds that of ordinary cultivators in the Transformation Realm by a significant margin. With such a formidable lineup, they could potentially sweep through the entire Wenxian Sect, reducing it to ruins.

Considering this, how could the five elders of the Wenxian Sect possibly escape the clutches of these demons?

Nonetheless, these demons seem to delight in the thrill, treating it as if it were a hunting game. The tiger demon and the spider-woman stand in place with evident interest, while the bear demon engages in a solo confrontation against five elders of the Wenxian Sect.

Despite the collective deployment of techniques by the elders of the Wenxian Sect, they found themselves retreating step by step under the overwhelming and earth-shattering strength of the bear demon.

...

A hundred miles to the east of the intense battle between the Wenxian Sect and the formidable demonic entities, Ling Feng and his companions temporarily hid themselves in a mountain stream. From their vantage point, they observed five distant streams of light in the sky, followed by the emergence of an immensely terrifying demonic qi.

It was certain to them, the elders of the Wenxian Sect had encountered the formidable demon marshal.

However, the situation remained grim.

Confronting demonic entities of the demon marshal level, the elders alone might not only fall short in rescuing the disciples of the Wenxian Sect but also put their own lives in jeopardy.

"Ling Feng, what's our plan now?" Jiang Wanqing anxiously fixed her gaze on the sky to the southwest. In that direction, lightning flickered, thunder roared, and flames surged intermittently. Even from a distance of a hundred miles, the scene induced an unsettling feeling, making it almost difficult to breathe.

One could only imagine the intensity of the fierce battle unfolding there.

Ling Feng's brows furrowed deeply; what options did he have?

If they were discovered by the demon marshal, Ling Feng doubted opening the Asura's Eye would be enough to ensure their escape from the demon marshal's grasp.

At that moment, several streaks of light pierced the sky, heading southwest.

The leading streak, bathed in a blue light, raced ahead at an incredible speed, leaving the others trailing far behind. Its passage created a forceful gust of wind.

As it traversed the mountain stream where Ling Feng and the others were concealed, an astonishing chill enveloped them. To their surprise, the water from the mountain spring solidified into ice crystals.

Jiang Wanqing shivered, gazing upward at the sky, and asked in amazement, "W-Who are those people?

"Experts, true experts!" Ling Feng's brow furrowed deeply. Today, he came to realize that in a world filled with formidable experts, his modest strength fell significantly short.

"

Huh?

"

In the sky, a beam of purple lightning-like light came to a standstill, addressing the two ahead, "Jinghong, you two can proceed. With my strength, I won't be of much assistance."

A cold voice from the front responded, "As you wish!"

Having spoken, the two figures in the front abruptly accelerated, leaving the person behind and continuing their flight towards the southwest.

Remaining behind, the individual flaunted wings glowing with thunderous flashes, akin to the Clear Spirit Wings given to Ling Feng by Duanmu Qingshan. However, this item was significantly more advanced. It not only boosted flight speed but also had the capability to unleash purple lightning attacks—an aspect that truly classified it as a lower-grade treasured weapon!

It's worth noting that any treasured weapon is ten or a hundred times more valuable than a high-grade mystical weapon!

Suspended in mid-air, the person gazed directly below, precisely at the mountain stream where Ling Feng and his group had concealed themselves.

From the very beginning, his focus had been on Jiang Wanqing's figure. A subtle smile curved his lips, and with a gentle flap of his Purple Thunder Wings, he descended gracefully.

Clang!

In an instant, Ling Feng and Jiang Wanqing swiftly unsheathed their swords, prompting the other disciples to stand up, their eyes warily fixed on the approaching figure.

"Don't get the wrong idea." The person retracted their Purple Thunder Wings, offering a congenial smile to Jiang Wanqing. "

Hehe,

dear junior sister, I mean no harm."

Pointing towards the southwest, the person chuckled. "Did you happen to see the one who just flew past? He's my cousin, Yan Jinghong!"

"Yan Jinghong!" Jiang Wanqing, recognizing the name, gasped. "Is he the legendary prodigy from the Yan family in the Eastern Capital?"

The other disciples from the Wenxian Sect, some hailing from esteemed backgrounds, had also heard of this name and immediately displayed expressions of great admiration.

Yan Jinghong—a legendary genius!

These three words could be considered the most dazzling name throughout the Tianbai Empire.

Even someone like Ling Feng, who had never been exposed to martial arts before, could hear the name Yan Jinghong from the mouths of common people in the streets.

He was a true genius, unquestionably deserving the title ‘legendary’!

The Yan family in the Eastern Capital was originally a distinguished family within the Tianbai Empire. With the emergence of Yan Jinghong, their influence and prominence soared, now comparable to the divine protector sect—Cangqiong Sect.

To such an extent that even the imperial family issued a royal decree, praising Yan Jinghong as the ‘Empire Legend’ with the stroke of the imperial pen!

And this legendary figure is only fourteen years old this year!

Endowed with extraordinary talent and exceptional martial prowess, he possesses the fabled Sacred Body from birth. Since the age of seven, his daily cultivation covers remarkable distances, showcasing remarkable progress with each passing day.

At the age of eight, he mastered the art of the sword, triumphing over all his swordsmanship instructors.

By the age of ten, he effortlessly dominated the Pulse Formation Realm, standing without a rival.

At twelve, he ascended to the Transformation Realm, solidifying his status as a premier master capable of founding a sect.

Considered the future cornerstone of the Yan family in the Eastern Capital, groomed as their successor, he garnered fame across the empire and even made waves throughout the entire Dongling Region as an extraordinary genius.

Two years later, Yan Jinghong's prowess has undoubtedly reached even greater heights!

In contrast to the excitement displayed by others, a strong sense of anger flickered in Ling Feng's eyes.

The Yan family of the Eastern Capital!

The deceitful family that broke promises and coveted Grandpa's

Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion

.

He tightened his fist, lowered his head, ensuring that no one could discern the deep-seated fury within him.

So what if one is an extraordinary genius? So what if they are considered an empire legend?

There will come a day when I shall trample upon the so-called legends, compelling the Yan family of the Eastern Capital to yield what rightfully belongs to me.

Witnessing Jiang Wanqing's expression, Yan Jinghong's cousin, a smug smile gracing his face, proudly raised his head and declared, "As for me, I am Yan An, the cousin of this empire legend!"

Although the name ‘Yan An’ was unfamiliar to many, given his relationship to Yan Jinghong, none dared to offend him.

"Ah, Young Master Yan," Jiang Wanqing greeted him with a sword salute, her tone warm, "I am Jiang Wanqing, a disciple of the Wenxian Sect."

"So, it's Sister Wanqing." Yan An smirked, his lecherous expression fully exposed. "With your beauty, staying in the insignificant Wenxian Sect seems like a wasted opportunity. How about this: if you follow me and become my woman, it's akin to aligning yourself with our Yan family. Wouldn't that be a hundred times better than struggling in such a small sect with no future prospects?"

Jiang Wanqing's expression shifted. She hadn't anticipated this Yan family member to possess such questionable morals. Clenching her fist and gritting her teeth, she responded, "Thank you, Young Master Yan, for your consideration. However, everyone has their own aspirations, and I find my current situation quite satisfactory."

"So, you don't appreciate the offer?"

Yan An, donning the appearance of a dissolute and malicious youth, crossed his arms over his chest, squinted his eyes, and sneered, "Don't say I didn't warn you. If you decide to follow me, your sole responsibility will be to serve me. If you decline, don't blame me if I grow tired of you and sell you to the land of fireworks[1]. From that point on, you'll be a bride every night. Hehe... consider it a favor."

Clearly, no one had anticipated that a scion of the Yan family from the Eastern Capital would be so shameless and despicable, leaving everyone disgusted.

1. red-light district ☜