Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 93 The Emergence Of The Relief Sculpture After Being Bathed In Blood

Which teenage girl would not dream of love?

The girls of the Tang Dynasty, Cultivation World and Demon Race—all of them would.

This was the law of Nature, and no one could stop it. Even though Nan Fengxiu was the 15th Disciple of the Demon King, she could not control her primal urge. The men of the Demon Race, however, were mostly huge and ugly looking. How could they meet the requirements of a maiden?

Even though the demons seldom communicated with pract.i.tioners of the Cultivation World, a certain career and a certain thing changed all that.

The career was that of painting, and the object was the paintings themselves!

The first time Nan Fengxiu saw Jiang Liuyun was from paintings. There were a total of 167 of them, and each of them described a scene. They could be linked into a story, and the main character of that story was Jiang Liuyun of course.

The story described how Jiang Liuyun represented Mount Shu to take part in his first compet.i.tion of the Starburst Realm, and how he swept through the Cultivation World effortlessly and became the leader of the third generation of his sect, as well as the number one pract.i.tioner of the Starburst Realm. He looked extraordinarily handsome and elegant, and naturally he became a hit with the maidens.

Overnight, the stories and paintings of Jiang Liuyun spread among the teenage female pract.i.tioners, and he became their super idol.

His heroic feat today of slas.h.i.+ng through the music with his sword by Lake Mingjing made Nan Fengxiu admire him even more. If it were not for the fact that they belonged to opposing factions, she would have long dashed in front of him to introduce herself.

Since a young age, Nan Fengxiu's temper meant that she got whatever she wanted, regardless whether it was magical treasure or slaves. She would use her smarts, talk her way out of things, go soft or hard on her targets as things dictated, and if nothing worked, she would punch that unfortunate person unconscious and carry the thing she wanted back.

She had taken a liking to Jiang Liuyun the moment she laid eyes on paintings of him, and now that she saw him in real flesh, all the more she wanted was to get close to him. She did not care about the difference between their races. It was common for the more powerful leaders of the Demon Race to harbor a few beautiful women of the Cultivation World in their residences, and they did not get charged with anything.

Her target this time, however, was a little hard to get!

Just the thought of grabbing the leader of the third generation of Mount Shu's disciples made her feel excited.

After a long time.

The suction vortex gradually dissipated and a great circular hall appeared in front of everyone. It was wide and majestic, and a platform for religious rites was erected in its center. Two lifelike sculptures knelt on the platform, and one of them was a warrior in gold armor while the other was a huge dragon soaring into the skies.

The walls around the platform were decorated with reliefs, and they gave out an immensely majestic aura.

The reliefs were of swordsmen from the Cultivation World and warriors of the Demon Race. Both parties were not warring with each other, however. Instead, they seemed to be facing the invasion of another faction alongside each other.

The features of the people that they were fighting against were not reflected on the reliefs. Instead, they looked like huge black ma.s.ses, and they seemed to possess endless strength in battle. There were countless numbers of swordsmen and demonic warriors, but they were just on par with the shadowy figures.

A long winding river was below the battlefield, and it did not seem to end. Vaguely, the onlookers noticed the outline of Luo River in the relief.

The river in the relief had turned blood red, and countless corpses were lining its banks. Further away, a pile of corpses about 300 meters high could be seen, and there were countless dried-up bones at the foot of it. Battle was still ensuing in the skies, and the bodies of the dead were still falling from above. Rivers of blood had formed, corpses were strewn all over the battlefield, and there were piles of bones. Just looking at the reliefs made one feel the chills run down one's spine.

Ye Que did not know if he was hallucinating, but he could sense something wrong with the river shown on the reliefs the instant he stepped into the main hall.

"The river seems extremely realistic, no matter how I look at it."

"It seems that the river is still flowing slowly."

Ye Que shook his head vigorously and looked at the platform in the middle of the hall. The gold python made up of Divine Energy from the Spiritual Sea in his Snow Mountain began to rumble again as he looked at it, but the strange thing was that it seemed to be aiming at the bottom of the platform, as if something underneath it was calling the gold python.

Nan Fengxiu had long been separated from Jiang Liuyun by this time.

No matter how bold she was, she would not have forcibly hugged him in front of so many watchful pair of eyes. She liked handsome and elegant young men, but she was no love-struck fool. The Demon King would not have accepted her as his disciple if she was.

After all their ordeals, less than 100 people were left standing in the main hall.

"This place is really cold!" someone remarked instinctively as he walked into the main hall, and everyone else immediately agreed with him.

It was not the kind of coldness related to the actual temperature of their surroundings, but a kind of bone-chilling cold that pierced right through their souls. All of them were geniuses in the Cultivation World and most had already forgotten what coldness felt like. Today, however, they were going to understand how merciless Nature could be again.

Li Jianqi, who was with the Judicature, blew a breath of hot air on her palms and suddenly ran toward Ye Que.

She grabbed onto his hand immediately after reaching his side. "Ye Que, you're still alive!" she said, looking very emotional.

"I really want to thank you. If it weren't for you, most of us would have been slain by the demons."

"What happened exactly? Earlier on at the Dark Wasteland, weren't you surrounded by warriors of the Demon Race? How did you manage to escape?" Li Jianqi asked excitedly and curiously.

"I..." Just as Ye Que was about to reply, a huge force traveled from his back, causing him to be separated from Li Jianqi's grasp.

"Take your hands away and don't touch him."

Red Bean, who was dressed entirely in white, said coldly. She walked forward as she spoke and stood between Ye Que and Li Jianqi eventually, gazing coldly at the girl.

Red Bean was half a head taller than Li Jianqi, so it seemed as though she was looking down upon the human girl a little. Coupled with her tone and expression, she immediately triggered a hatred within Li Jianqi.

"He doesn't belong to you, so why can't I hold his hand?" Li Jianqi retorted. She placed her hands on her hips and pouted.

"He's not mine, but I picked him up. I'll decide whether you can hold him or not," Red Bean said as she folded her umbrella and placed it before her chest. She suddenly extended the umbrella outward and told Li Jianqi, "I don't like people to stand too close to me."

"You!"

"How are you point your umbrella at me and verbally attack me!"

Li Jianqi raised her right arm and tapped her back with the tip of her sword. A milky-white long sword rose into the air, and nine fat goldfish were carved on it. Each of them looked lifelike, but they turned into vicious creatures as she infused her True Energy into the weapon. The ornamental goldfish opened their huge mouths, revealing rows of sharp pointed teeth.

It was a sword that Li Jianqi had not used before.

Judging from the aura generated by the sword alone, it was of high quality.

Ye Que took two steps forward as he saw the two of them about to fight with each other.

"Get lost!"

"Shut up!"

Without waiting for him to speak, Li Jianqi had already told him to scram, while Red Bean yelled at him to shut up. Also, two forces generated from their palms swept toward Ye Que. Even though they did not contain much offensive power, Ye Que was still pushed a few meters away.

"This is a perfect example of the weak getting bullied!"

If he had not been seriously wounded and had his Spiritual Sea not been drained, Ye Que would not have been knocked back by the energy from their palms. Furthermore, he had been yelled at by the two young ladies, and there was nothing he could do! Even so, what else could he do? There were strong-willed women with bad tempers, and neither of them would give in to the other. "Will they really end up fighting?" he thought.

"Wouldn't it be a joke if both of them ended up fighting even before the emergence of the River Soldiers? The others would definitely laugh at us!"

"Your Highness, do not be hasty, we should be attending to the task at hand," said the Deputy Night Timekeeper, Jue Shuo. He had run over the instant Ye Que was knocked back.

"Your Highness?"

Ye Que was stunned at hearing how Jue Shuo had addressed Li Jianqi. "How come the lady sword fanatic of the Silent Monastery has now been called "Your Highness" by the Judicator? What sort of person could have made the Deputy Night Timekeeper call her as "Highness"?"

"This woman humiliated me, and I'm going to teach her a good lesson. Don't bother about my affairs; this will not stop us from completing our tasks!" Li Jianqi shouted angrily.

Jue Shuo looked at Red Bean and tried to gain a sense of her level of cultivation. His observation told him that it was unfathomable, and even the True Energy that he had sent out had completely disappeared.

"Anyone who has made it here is somebody powerful," he muttered.

"Your Highness, now is not the time to fight. You can do as you wish once we leave the Imperial Mausoleum, but can you listen to my advice while we're here?" Jue Shuo asked earnestly before pointing behind him. "There are not many of us from the Judicature left, and I can't predict what is going to happen later. No matter what, nothing can happen to you."

"Take a step back, and you'll realize how small the incident was."

"It is not too late for a person of honor to take revenge even after ten years."

"Your Highness!"

Jue Shuo looked as if he was about to kneel, but before he could do that, thousands of oil lamps lit up suddenly in the hall. Earlier on, they had been relying on the glint that was emanating from the reliefs, but now the entire main hall was brightly lit.

There was a trace of warmth in the incredibly chilly main hall now.

An inexplicable evil aura began to spread.

The disciples of the Cultivation World in the hall began to feel uneasy all over, but the warriors of the Demon Race did not seem to have any reaction.

A demonic warrior, who had been standing at the furthest spot of the perimeter of his people, had walked up to the edge of the murals without anyone noticing him. He looked upward at the reliefs above his head and was a little lost as he realized that one of the relief sculptures seemed to have trembled slightly. Originally, he thought that his vision was blurred, so he prepared to move forward for a closer look.

"Strange, this relief seems to be moving by itself."

Feng Xingmo, who was standing furthest behind the ranks of demonic warriors, turned to look at the reliefs as well. "What's going on?"

"These reliefs..."

The warrior saw Feng Xingmo pointing something behind him. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed the change in Feng Xingmo's expression and saw Feng Xingmo running toward him at full speed. Also, Feng Xingmo was signaling for him to be careful.

It was too late, however. Before the warrior from the Demon Race could turn back, sharp claws had dug into his chest and ripped his beating heart out.

At the same time.

On the mural.

The river, which looked like the Luo River, began to flow rapidly. It was not filled with water but blood, and wind blew its contents toward the domed roof of the hall. All of the relief sculptures that were splashed with blood began to come to life.

Faintly, a scene similar to that of Zhai Xingzi's observation of Heaven in the Royal Castle was unfolding.

The River Soldiers were going to emerge after being bathed in the blood of humans and demons!