Chapter 231: Saving The Silver Moon Palace
The Silver Moon Palace had become a battleground, its usual serene landscape marred by the relentless onslaught of devil sect forces. The attack was unexpected, swift, and brutal—clearly designed to overwhelm.
Wang Li, leading his forces from the Holy Devil Dragon Sect, arrived just in time. With his wife Xia Qingwu, his mother-in-law Xia Bingling, and his lover Song Jingyan by his side, they descended into the chaos with unshakable resolve.
The sky was darkened by ominous clouds as devil cultivators unleashed demonic techniques that warped the air itself, casting eerie shadows over the once-pristine palace grounds. The disciples of Silver Moon Palace fought valiantly, but the tide of evil threatened to swallow them whole.
Wang Li hovered above the battlefield, his eyes glowing with a brilliant golden light as he activated his Heavenly Fate Pupils. With them, he could peer into the threads of destiny, discerning the trap that had been meticulously laid for the Silver Moon Palace. The devil sects had employed a combination of dark formation arrays and forbidden rituals, specifically targeting the Silver Moon Palace’s spiritual veins. This was no ordinary attack; it was designed to cripple the sect’s cultivation foundation.
His eyes flickered with knowledge as he turned to Xia Bingling, who was fighting nearby. “Mother-in-law, we need to focus on the south. The energy is being drawn there. That’s where the heart of the formation is.”
Xia Bingling nodded, her gaze fierce. “I understand.” She brandished her weapon, a crescent blade imbued with the power of the moon, and charged forward with a determined glint in her eyes.
As she fought her way through the battlefield, Wang Li turned to his wife, Xia Qingwu, and Song Jingyan. “We need to disrupt the flow of their formation. If we can break their energy channels, we can give the Silver Moon Palace the opening they need.”
Xia Qingwu, always graceful yet deadly in battle, nodded. “I’ll handle the eastern side,” she said calmly, before disappearing in a flash of light. Song Jingyan followed behind her, a cold smile on her lips as she unleashed her own devastating attacks.
Wang Li hovered above the battlefield, carefully observing the flow of battle. His Heavenly Fate Pupils allowed him to see where the energy of the formation converged. The threads of fate were clear to him—if left unchecked, the formation would drain the Silver Moon Palace’s spiritual veins completely, rendering them powerless.
But he wouldn’t allow that to happen.
With a powerful burst of Qi, Wang Li descended upon the heart of the formation. He extended his hands, releasing his Yin and Yang abilities in perfect harmony. The forces of Yin and Yang swirled around him, forming a protective barrier against the devil cultivators. The air crackled with energy as he began to manipulate the flow of the formation itself, redirecting the dark energy away from the spiritual veins and back toward the devil cultivators.
In the distance, the Void Ascension Realm ancestor of the Silver Moon Palace, Lan Xiaoru, was locked in battle with a powerful demon general. Her beauty was as awe-inspiring as her strength, but even she was struggling against the sheer power of the devil sect’s top combatants.
With his Heavenly Fate Pupils, Wang Li saw the strain in her destiny—she was moments away from being overwhelmed. But fate wasn’t something he allowed to dictate his actions. With a smirk, he leaped into the air, traversing the battlefield in a flash of light, and arrived just in time to intercept a killing blow aimed at Lan Xiaoru.
“Wang Li!” Lan Xiaoru’s voice was filled with a mixture of surprise and relief. “You… you came.”
“Of course I did,” Wang Li replied smoothly. “I couldn’t let my dear lover face such a danger alone.”
Lan Xiaoru smiled faintly, her breath labored. She quickly gathered herself as Wang Li confronted the demon general. “Let’s finish this together,” she said.
Side by side, Wang Li and Lan Xiaoru unleashed a flurry of attacks, their combined power overwhelming the demon general. Wang Li’s mastery of Yin and Yang allowed him to disrupt the demon’s attacks, while Lan Xiaoru’s celestial techniques struck with precision. Together, they defeated the demon general, and the tide of battle shifted in favor of the Silver Moon Palace.
With the heart of the formation disrupted and the main threat neutralized, the devil cultivators began to falter. Their dark energy dissipated into the air, and one by one, they retreated, realizing that the battle was lost.
As the dust settled, Lan Xiaoru gazed at Wang Li, admiration evident in her eyes. “You saved us,” she said softly. “If it weren’t for you, the Silver Moon Palace would have fallen.”
Wang Li smiled, his eyes gleaming. “You know I couldn’t let that happen. You mean too much to me.”
Lan Xiaoru blushed slightly, though she quickly regained her composure. She leaned closer, her voice low and intimate. “I suppose I’ll have to reward you properly.”
Later that evening, after the battlefield had quieted and the Silver Moon Palace began to recover from the attack, Wang Li found himself in Lan Xiaoru’s personal chamber. The luxurious surroundings were a stark contrast to the violence and chaos of the day, and the atmosphere was charged with anticipation.
Lan Xiaoru approached him with a sultry smile, her gaze filled with desire. “I owe you everything,” she whispered. “And I intend to repay that debt.”
Wang Li pulled her into his arms, his lips brushing against her ear. “Then let’s make sure you repay it thoroughly.”
Their bodies intertwined as the night progressed, Lan Xiaoru eagerly giving herself to him. She was passionate, wild, and insatiable, and Wang Li matched her energy, driving her to new heights of pleasure. Each movement was deliberate, every touch designed to deepen their connection. For hours, they indulged in each other, and by the end of the night, Lan Xiaoru was left utterly spent, her loyalty to Wang Li sealed even further.
Meanwhile, outside the Silver Moon Palace, the world was in turmoil. The devil sects’ attack on Silver Moon Palace had been foiled, but many other righteous sects and cultivation families were not so lucky. The devil sects were expanding their influence, launching coordinated strikes across the land. Several smaller sects had already fallen, their disciples either slaughtered or taken captive.
At the heart of the devil sects’ operations was a mysterious demon, shrouded in darkness and wielding immense power. This demon was no ordinary creature—it possessed a bloodline so powerful that it surpassed the capabilities of the leaders of the devil sects themselves. At the Void Ascension Realm, it commanded respect and fear from even the most powerful cultivators.
The demon’s plan was simple but devastating: to weaken the righteous sects one by one until they could no longer mount a resistance. With their resources drained and their allies scattered, the devil sects would rise to dominate the cultivation world. And as each righteous sect fell, the demon grew stronger, feeding off the chaos and destruction it had orchestrated.
But even as the devil sects advanced, Wang Li was far from idle. He knew that the battle against the forces of darkness would be long and arduous, but he was determined to win. And with his Yin and Yang abilities, along with his Heavenly Fate Pupils, he would continue to unravel the schemes of the devil sects, ensuring that his Holy Devil Dragon Sect remained strong.
For now, though, Wang Li had earned his moment of pleasure. With Lan Xiaoru’s body pressed against his, he allowed himself to revel in the victory they had achieved together, even as the shadows of war loomed on the horizon.
As the devil sects continued their conquest, the demon at their helm smiled in the shadows. The righteous sects may have survived this day, but the war was far from over.
The devil sects had begun to tighten their grip on the cultivation world. Their influence spread like a dark plague across the land, and fear permeated every corner of the righteous sects. Cultivators who once stood proud and strong found themselves crumbling under the relentless assault. The air itself seemed thick with dread as the demonic forces grew bolder with each passing day.
In the heart of the infernal stronghold, a fortress surrounded by blackened mountains and twisted forests, the leaders of the devil sects gathered. Each of them was a master of darkness, their power forged in the fires of forbidden cultivation techniques. But even they could not compare to the being that presided over them: the mysterious demon who guided their every move.
This demon, cloaked in shadow, exuded an aura of immense power. Its bloodline was ancient and pure, and it was a full cultivation realm beyond any of the sect leaders, dwelling in the Void Ascension Realm—a level of power that many could only dream of achieving. It stood at the pinnacle of existence, its crimson eyes glowing with malevolent intent.
The sect leaders bowed their heads in respect as the demon spoke in a deep, echoing voice that seemed to reverberate through their very souls.
