Twisted Dreams-Chapter 237 - 207: Burning Peach Mountain

Peach Mountain.

The Drunken Monk and the Fat Man rampaged through the valley with the Talisman Sect disciples.

The Drunken Monk took a swig of wine and spewed it out again, igniting the valley's trees and wooden huts with raging flames.

Peach Mountain was ablaze.

Originally, they were anxious. Even with the Evil Qilin's tactics and escape routes, they were afraid of encountering the legendary Black Emperor.

But now, it seemed the Black Emperor wasn't on Peach Mountain, which was crucial information!

The Demon Tribe within the valley wasn't strong.

The two felt the Demon Tribe's minds were overly simple, neglecting to leave some powerful demons to guard the valley.

In truth, those demons retained their animal instincts, preferring to hunt in groups, leaving only the old and weak at their lair.

However, the Drunken Monk and the Fat Man didn't gain much here either.

When the group of demons skilled in talismans joined the battle, the Talisman Sect disciples led by the Drunken Monk and the Fat Man were beaten, retreating step by step. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Go! The Monkey King has returned!"

The Drunken Monk suddenly sensed something and immediately told the Fat Man.

The Fat Man trembled and quickly led the Talisman Sect disciples to retreat along the planned route out of Peach Mountain.

After all, they'd achieved their goal.

This time, they hadn't come to kill demons; they just wanted to destroy Peach Mountain.

When the Heartless Little Monkey returned, the Drunken Monk and the Fat Man had already left. Two disciples of the Talisman Sect who were slow were smashed into meat paste by the Heartless Little Monkey's club.

The returning demons were dumbfounded at the state of Peach Mountain, stupidly gaping with their mouths wide open.

The roofs of the wooden huts were engulfed in flames.

The flagpole at the martial arts arena was broken.

The lush forest was charred black.

Flames were everywhere, a scene of utter devastation.

The Heartless Little Monkey looked at the giant peach tree he often climbed to nap, now burning red, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

He shouted, tearfully:

"Fire! Fire!"

The Heartless Little Monkey suddenly remembered something, and screamed in fear:

"Fox Xiaosan! Fox Xiaosan!"

After shouting for a long time to no avail, the terror on the Heartless Little Monkey's face was evident.

With elder brother not around, could it be that Fox Xiaosan was killed?

In Peach Mountain, besides the elder brother and third brother, the Fox Prime Minister was the most important demon.

Without Fox Xiaosan's brain, there would absolutely be no demon social system as it was now.

The Heartless Little Monkey wasn't worried about Ye Fan.

Ye Fan would definitely be fine; third brother was powerful, and those humans weren't capable of harming him.

Fox Xiaosan was different, she was too weak, and didn't like cultivation at all.

According to her, 'Xiaosan' didn't need to work hard.

At this moment, a demon pointed to a figure in the valley and said:

"Prince Heartless, the Fox Prime Minister is safe."

The Heartless Little Monkey looked in the direction the demon pointed to.

A graceful silhouette was leading the banshees in fetching water to extinguish the fire.

The white dress Fox Xiaosan loved was now blackened and stained with soot.

The Heartless Little Monkey galloped towards Fox Xiaosan.

He jumped off his horse, grabbed Fox Xiaosan's lapel and inspected her all over, only relaxing when he saw she was unharmed.

The Heartless Little Monkey asked with concern:

"Are you okay?"

Fox Xiaosan glared at the Heartless Little Monkey.

She had said long ago, when His Majesty wasn't around, the valley had to have sentry posts, strong demon patrols, and guards.

The Heartless Little Monkey stubbornly insisted it was unnecessary, that everyone should fight together in battle.

This was also for the consideration of some demons.

Because most beasts were accustomed to leaving the old and weak in their nests.

Any demon left in the valley would feel belittled.

It was like making the masters dress as women.

If it went as Fox Xiaosan envisioned, leaving a strong demon team in the valley, would this happen?

Fox Xiaosan knew now wasn't the time to blame the Heartless Little Monkey, and she told him:

"Quickly, go check on Ye Fan at the top of the valley, he's in trouble!"

"Third Brother!"

The Heartless Little Monkey's face changed dramatically, climbing onto the old horse and racing toward the valley top.

...

"Third Brother! Third Brother!"

Ye Fan heard the Heartless Little Monkey's anxious voice.

He gradually awoke, his eyes met the panicked monkey face of the Heartless Little Monkey.

The Heartless Little Monkey sighed in relief:

"Good thing you're okay, who could hurt you like this?"

Ye Fan was momentarily stunned, ignoring the bleeding wound on his head, he got up and touched his Tang Ring, continuously calling in his heart:

"Teacher! Teacher!"

Ridiculously hoping, hoping that everything just now was a nightmare.

There was no response from the Tang Ring.

Ye Fan was scared, clutching the Tang Ring tightly, he screamed hoarsely:

"Teacher! Teacher!!"

The Heartless Little Monkey looked at the crazed Ye Fan, grabbed his shoulders:

"Third Brother! Third Brother! What's wrong with you?!"

Ye Fan sat powerlessly on the ground, helplessly looking at the Heartless Little Monkey, his lips moving:

"Brother, my teacher was taken away."

Ye Fan's teacher, the Heartless Little Monkey had heard him mention twice.

Was a soul body like Master Liu.

The Heartless Little Monkey hurriedly asked:

"Who did this!"

The Heartless Little Monkey only had two kinds of emotions.

Friendship, and the teacher-student bond.

The teacher-student bond was even more important than friendship.

He would never forget his teacher.

It was simply a fleeting encounter, yet the giant peach tree brought him immense fortune.

The Heartless Little Monkey's favorite thing was sleeping on the peach tree.

Because sleeping on the peach tree felt like being in his teacher's embrace.

Hatred surged in Ye Fan's eyes:

"Evil Qilin!"

The Heartless Little Monkey squinted:

"It was the Evil Qilin who brought people to kill Old Niu and set Peach Mountain on fire!

We'll go find him now and rescue your teacher!

No, not only rescue your teacher, I want to kill him too!"

...

Night.

A forest in Gan Fan Basin.

Only about twenty Talisman Sect disciples remained, gathering dejectedly like a group of mice without a backbone.

The Drunken Monk was drinking heartily, while the Fat Man held his belly, enduring hunger.

The Evil Qilin smoked a pipe, puff by puff.

The entire Demon Tribe probably wanted to kill him now?

He had utterly offended both princes of the Demon Tribe.

Fortunately, the Black Emperor wasn't around, otherwise his survival rate would be one percent.

For the Evil Qilin, as long as there was a one percent chance of success, he'd dare to act.

The Evil Qilin believed that many ambitious people ended up achieving nothing, due to lacking this ruthlessness.

To achieve great things, one must be ruthless, not only towards others but also to oneself.

If you're not even willing to risk your own life, how can you control the fate of others?

"Mr. Xie, what do we do next?"

A Talisman Sect disciple cautiously asked.

The Sect Leader hadn't returned, he must be gone.

Now, only this young man with the surname Xie could lead them out.

The Evil Qilin gave him a glance:

"Just one last thing, and your task will be complete."

The Talisman Sect disciple quickly asked:

"What is it?"

The Evil Qilin waved his hand casually.

The Drunken Monk stopped drinking, and the Fat Man stood up silently.

The Evil Qilin said:

"Cause some commotion, draw the Demon Tribe's attention."

The Talisman Sect disciples sensed something was wrong, looking at the Evil Qilin in horror.

When the Eight-foot Bride crawled out from the oil paper umbrella, the Talisman Sect disciples finally understood.

This Evil Qilin intended to kill them!

"Ah!!!"

Screams, pleas, and wailing ghost cries echoed in the night.

The Evil Qilin's eyes showed no emotion.

Killing these Talisman Sect disciples served two purposes: silencing them and attracting the Demon Tribe.

At this moment, the area below the mountain was surely under the Security Administration's lockdown.

When the Demon Tribe clashed with the Security Administration, half of the Evil Qilin's plan would be complete.

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