Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 1039 Enemies meet

"The demon race's prodigy has arrived."

"I wonder who these two are this time?"

"Hehe, the Ancestral Demon Hall and the Dragon Palace have quite a few true disciples, but they are from all realms. There are only a few in the Cave Heaven Realm. You can guess them by counting on your fingers."

Jing Yu felt a bad premonition and thought to herself, "Could it be such a coincidence?"

Just as she feared, Jing Yu felt a sudden jolt in her heart as she saw two figures exuding a strong demonic aura enter the hall from afar.

One demon was born with two horns and dragged a pure white dragon tail behind it... Another demon was so huge that it was almost the tallest in the hall, more than twice as tall as Yue Xingzhou of Tianwu Hall, and it was a silver-maned ape.

It was Bai Zhaoyue and Yuan Jiqing!

"Senior Sister Bai." The white Qilin, who had been eating fruit, seemed to be very familiar with Bai Zhaoyue and approached her affectionately.

Bai Zhaoyue glanced at the white Qilin and nodded lightly: "So it's Fellow Daoist Bai Yuque. I wonder how the esteemed members of Tianlin Palace are?"

"It's alright, it's alright." The white Qilin named Bai Yuque laughed, "The elders in the sect often mention Senior Sister. They often say that since we are both dragons, the Qilin children in our sect should get closer to the geniuses of the White Dragon lineage."

"Damn it! You big idiot, what the hell is the relationship between your Qilin clan and the Dragon clan? You're clearly a demon clan, yet you insist on pretending to be of the Dragon clan, making up these kinship claims. Aren't you ashamed to be a disgrace to the demon race?" Yuan Jiqing, who had a fiery temper, clicked his tongue and started cursing.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan's mouth is as foul as ever." Bai Yuque's face was grim: "The Ancestral Demon Palace has started interfering in the affairs of the dragons?"

"You're a genus of dragonflies!"

Just as Yuan Jiqing was about to roll up his sleeves and teach the white Qilin a lesson, he suddenly stopped. He looked up and saw Guo Tingshu holding a sugarcane-like spiritual fruit and eating it with great enthusiasm.

"Damn it, am I seeing things? Isn't that the human kid from the Demon Refining Realm?"

Yuan Jiqing rubbed his eyes, and after a moment he was furious: "It really is!"

Then, the next moment, he saw Jing Yu, who was standing next to Guo Tingshu, looking rather furtive.

"Damn it, Bai Yuan!" Upon seeing Jing Yu, Yuan Jiqing's anger flared even more.

"what?"

Bai Zhaoyue also noticed Jing Yu at this moment, but unlike Yuan Jiqing, she was not filled with anger. Instead, her expression was somewhat complicated, and her gaze towards Jing Yu was mostly filled with doubt and hesitation.

"What a small world! Bai Yuan, you've finally met your end!" Yuan Jiqing yelled, about to raise his fist, as big as a sand pot, to teach Jing Yu a lesson, when Bai Qilin reminded him from the side:

“Fellow Daoist Yuan, are you sure you haven’t mistaken me for someone else? That person was recommended by the Fire Virtue Hall, and his Daoist name is [Xuanjing]. He is not Bai Yuan.”

"Damn it, even the name was a lie, wasn't it!" Yuan Jiqing was even more furious upon hearing this.

Jing Yu looked helpless, his joints cracking, clearly believing that this battle was inevitable.

Just as he was about to further ravage Yuan Jiqing, a voice rang out at the opportune moment.

"Fellow Daoists, please wait!"

The voice was clear and gentle, yet powerful; though not rousing, it resonated clearly throughout the hall.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure in ochre red gracefully stepping between the two opposing sides; it was Jian Yunyuan.

He still wore that warm smile on his face, and first bowed to Yuan Jiqing, who was furious and about to pounce on him: "Brother Yuan, I have long admired your illustrious reputation. Meeting you today, I can see that you are indeed a man of great courage and integrity."

Yuan Jiqing's fist hovered in mid-air, his eyes glaring at Jian Yunyuan, and he said in a deep voice, "Jian Yunyuan? I've heard of you, the Eight Swords of Yunyuan, right? In terms of fame, I, Yuan, can't compare to you."

"It's just friends and like-minded people supporting each other."

Jian Yunyuan smiled and said, "This place is, after all, the dojo of the Void Crow Palace. If we start fighting, it won't look good for the host... If Fellow Daoist Yuan has any grudges with Fellow Daoist Xuanjing, why not turn hostility into friendship? I, Jian, will humbly act as a mediator and try to mediate between the two of you."

"Are the disciples of the Sword Court so powerful? Jian Yunyuan, don't forget that you are not even a true disciple yet!" Yuan Jiqing sneered. "This human brat has humiliated me time and time again, and I will certainly not let him off today."

Jing Yu seized the opportunity and couldn't help but retort, "Gorilla, you've said that I've humiliated you time and time again. Doesn't that mean that you're no match for me in terms of supernatural power and combat strength? Since you're no match for me, do you think you can get revenge today? Or are you going to ask the commander who accompanied you to bully the weak with your superior strength?"

"Damn it!" Yuan Jiqing was so angry that his veins bulged. "In the Palace of the Pot, you had the advantage of having a strange bloodline. In the mortal world, it's all about body refinement. My physical body, as a true disciple of a demon lord, is no match for a human like you. Why do we need our elders to take action? I can deal with you all by myself!"

Jing Yu used her words to provoke Yuan Jiqing, preventing him from calling for reinforcements. Now that she felt relieved, she laughed and said, "Come on, if I don't beat you to a pulp today, I'll change my surname to yours."

Yuan Jiqing bared his teeth and slapped down with his palm as big as a fan. But just as the two were about to start fighting, a blunt, earth-yellow sword suddenly appeared and stood in front of Jing Yu. With a backhand slap, Yuan Jiqing felt an overwhelming force strike his palm and was forced back several steps. When he looked at his palm again, there was already a bruise on it.

"WTF?"

The blunt sword twirled in the air before flying back to Jian Yunyuan's side, circling him continuously. The Sword Court disciple remained calm and composed, a gentle smile still playing on his lips.

“Fellow Daoist Yuan, we cultivators seek longevity and the path of cultivation is long and arduous. We barely have enough time to cultivate, let alone make enemies everywhere. Today is really not a suitable occasion for a fight to the death. If you two do not have any deep-seated hatred and it is just a misunderstanding, why not stop at the exchange meeting later and just compare the superiority of your supernatural powers? In this way, we can avoid hurting each other and let this matter pass.”

"[Non-Aggression]!"

Luo Zixuan whispered, "Fellow Daoist Guo, did you see that? That blunt sword that looks like a fire poker is one of the eight natal swords of the Great Sword Immortal Jian, the blunt sword [Non-Aggression]..."

"This sword has no edge. The force on the sword can be changed entirely by Jian Yunyuan's will. For demon cultivators like Yuan Jiqing, whose physical body and magic body are strong, the force will be heavier. For those Qi cultivators and spirit cultivators with weak magic bodies, the force will be lighter."

"In short, this sword is very strange. It can handle heavy things with ease and light things with great force. It is best at defense... Usually, Jian Yunyuan uses this sword, [Non-Aggression], to deal with situations unless he encounters a life-or-death battle. It means to value harmony and not to hurt feelings."

Others might not think much of it, but Yuan Jiqing, who had just taken a solid hit from [Non-Aggression], knew best how powerful this blunt sword was. His original arrogance immediately weakened, and he looked at Jian Yunyuan with much more caution.