He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 777 The Demon Race Reappears

Qingyi patted Lao Si's shoulder, his eyes showing undisguised approval. "You're quite thoughtful, anticipating that the Sect Master might have other plans. Then go after him. He just left a short time ago. If we follow this mountain path, we should be able to catch up. Xielang and I will gather up the captured supplies and then catch up. We'll meet up at the foot of the mountain."

The fourth brother replied, "Okay," and turned to head back in the direction the Sect Master had left. His steps were brisk yet steady, his toes tapping the bluestone slabs with barely a sound, and his figure quickly disappeared into the mist at the end of the mountain path.

Meanwhile, Qingyi and Xielang began to sort through their supplies. Qingyi sorted the scattered spirit stones, placing them into separate cloth bags according to their rank. He then carefully placed the confiscated magical instruments and elixirs into specially crafted wooden boxes, his movements swift and meticulous. Xielang, despite his unruly nature, was also decisive in his work. He gathered the broken demonic instruments and wrapped them in cloth. While these items were unusable, they could still be smelted back at the sect to yield useful materials. Working in perfect harmony, the two quietly set off after nightfall, following a hidden path deep in the forest down the mountain, avoiding any potential spies.

The fourth brother hurried along, finally arriving at the restaurant where the clan leader was staying as the sun was setting. Built along the river, the restaurant, with its carved beams and painted buildings, was a frequent haunt of He Yuzhu. He didn't rush in, but instead hid behind an old locust tree on the corner, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily. The clan leader's status was special, and if anyone was secretly watching, showing up would only lead to trouble.

He observed quietly from behind the tree for a moment, then suddenly frowned. Across the alley, several figures were lurking stealthily, their gazes frequently glancing toward the second-floor window of the restaurant. They appeared to be dressed in ordinary cloth, but Old Fourth's years of spiritual cultivation proved correct. They exuded a subtle demonic aura, clearly not ordinary people.

The fourth brother's heart tightened. He quietly circled to the end of the alley, using the shadow of the wall as cover. Then one of them heard a shrill voice: "That He guy is upstairs. This time, if the four of us work together, we can definitely take him away quietly. Last time, the tribe retreated in a hurry and didn't get rid of him. This time, we can put an end to it."

Another hoarse voice continued, "Don't be careless. Human territory has many rules, so don't make a big fuss. As long as we capture him and hand him over to the elders for disposal, we'll have accomplished something."

Only then did the fourth brother see clearly that these people were demons. The leader was a seductive woman with a faint foxy scent, clearly a fox demon. Next to her stood a slender man with cold pale skin, his fingers curling like snakes, a snake demon. There were also two strong men with calm demeanors. Although they had restrained their demonic aura, the sharp claws exposed from their sleeves could not be hidden, making them look like bears transformed into spirits. They were four demon masters, targeting He Yuzhu in the restaurant.

He was furious and quietly walked around behind them, saying coldly, "How dare a few demons cause trouble in the human realm in broad daylight?"

The fox demon turned around suddenly and saw a young man in a coarse cloth shorts. A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes: "Where did you come from, you wild boy? How dare you interfere in my business? You'd better stay away, or I'll tear you apart and feed you to the dogs!"

The fourth brother knew it was inappropriate to reveal his identity at this moment, so he just stared at them coldly: "Alright, a bunch of little demons, you dare to act so presumptuously here? Why don't you get out of here right now? Do you have to wait for the human cultivators to come and get you?"

The snake demon's eyes became fierce, and he licked the corner of his mouth with his slender tongue: "If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished! Since you bumped into us, don't blame us for being cruel." He knew in his heart that the human race had long had a ban that forbade the demons to take action in towns, but since this kid had discovered their whereabouts, there was no reason to let him go - he could only be silenced and no hidden dangers could be left.

Before he could finish his words, the two bear demons roared and pounced on him, their large hands like palm-leaf fans carrying a fishy wind, heading straight for Lao Si's face. Lao Si was well prepared, dodging the attack with a flick of his body, then pulling out the short knife from his waist. The blade flashed like a stream of light and slashed directly at the bear demon's lower body - he knew that he couldn't avoid this fight today.

The fourth brother, catching a glimpse of people passing by the restaurant, knew in his heart that he must not fight in such a densely populated area. If a fight broke out, the demonic energy would leak out, alerting the human cultivators. However, if ordinary people were to encounter the demon's true form, it would cause even greater unrest, and that would be a huge problem.

He acted decisively, tapping the ground with his toes before turning and sprinting towards the city. His figure was like an arrow shot from a bowstring, and in a few leaps he was out of the alley, choosing to enter a secluded alley.

"Trying to run?" the fox demon snorted coldly, glaring seductively before transforming into a red shadow and chasing after him. The snake demon and the two bear demons followed closely behind—they knew better than anyone that the humans couldn't be made aware of the demons' audacity near the town. This brat had to die, and in a secluded place.

For a moment, the wind rustled through the alley. The fourth brother sprinted ahead, his feet leveraging the momentum, making the bluestone slabs clatter. He always maintained a distance, neither too close nor too far, neither too far nor too close, trying to prevent the other party from catching up while guiding them toward the wilderness outside the city. Behind him, the demons were in hot pursuit. The fox demon's red shadow drifted erratically, while the snake demon darted through the alley like a swimming fish. The two bear demons, though bulky, were incredibly swift. Their heavy footsteps echoed through the alley, startling several night cats and sending them scurrying up the walls.

The fourth brother mentally calculated his route—there was an abandoned kiln three miles outside the city, deserted and uninhabited, perfect for action. He deliberately slowed down a bit, causing the snake demon behind him to curse, "Run, little brat! Let's see how far you can run!"

The fourth brother didn't respond, but simply ran at full speed. As he got closer and closer to the city gate, he suddenly turned onto a small road leading out of the city. The grass and trees on the roadside gradually grew thicker. Seeing this, the demons behind him chased him even more relentlessly. They knew that the wilderness ahead would be the perfect place for them to kill him.

"Almost there..." The fourth brother gritted his teeth, stepped on his heels, and quickly disappeared down the forest path shrouded in darkness. The demonic aura behind him was like a shadow, carrying undisguised murderous intent. A bloody battle was about to begin in the open space outside the city.

The fourth brother leaned against the broken wall, panting heavily, his fingertips rapidly tapping on the communicator. The previous battle with the demons had drained most of his energy, and he knew this was a situation he couldn't handle alone. The dim light from the screen reflected on his sweaty forehead. The moment the message was sent, he could almost imagine the eldest brother's frown in front of the terminal, and the third brother's slamming of the table.

"We can't fight head-on," he added in a low voice into the communicator, the taste of blood in his throat. "They're well prepared, with dense illusionary barriers. I'll lead them in a circle around the abandoned kiln. You guys flank us, and be careful to avoid the spell array in the southeast corner—the demonic energy is strongest there, it's a trap."