Chapter 267


    <strong><i>Elemental Demons’ Entertainment (Part 2)</i></strong>


    “Dad, I’m scared.” The boy tearfully clung to the man’s clothing. The appearances of the elemental demons manifested the formerly fictional figures in him.


    “Don’t be scared, Xiaomo.” The man pulled his son behind him. He fearfully nced at the fire demon, then the cultivator in white and then the immortal master in yellow.


    “Who’s first? As long as you can make it across, I shall spare you, hihihi,” repeated the fire demon.


    The immortal master in yellow pushed the father forward. “Ordinary human lives are worthless. You two go first.”


    “Immortal Master…” The father flinched. Arguing with the fire demon or cultivators culminated in the same ending.


    “Shut up and go. You might not be useful dead, but you won’t be a burden!” asserted the immortal master.


    Hopeless, the father heaved a solemn breath. “Xiaomo, wait here for Dad. Dad will be right back.”


    “Where are you going, Dad? I’ll go with you. I don’t want to leave you.”


    “Don’t worry. Immortal Master will protect you,” fibbed the father, ncing over to the immortal master. He always told his son immortal masters could protect him from elemental demons. s, the stories passed on to him before he passed them onto his son were but fleeting dreams.


    The father mustered every ounce of courage he had to stand. They all ced their hopes in the two cultivators. He didn’t want to die, but he was less eager to see his son die.


    “Immortal Master, please save my son if you can make it out.”


    “I’m struggling myself. How do you expect me to save you two?”


    “Xiaomo, take care of the unconscious immortal master, okay?” instructed the father.


    “Okay, Dad. You muste back,” answered he boy, curling up by the wall.


    “Move it,” pestered the fire demon.


    All the father could do was pray his son would be reincarnated into an affluent family and lead a better life as he wobbled down the steps. He froze up at the bridge. He knew over twenty people had attempted to cross the bridge to no avail.


    “Hurry!” The fire demon nudge the father’s back, forcing him to move along.


    As a lumberjack, the father wore shoes made from straw. It, therefore, only took two steps to start burning through to his feet. He stripped off his shoes in hopes it would reduce the heat; however, his feet were cooked instantly. All he saw next was a blur and heard theughter of the fire demons.


    Death isn’t scary. The fear of death one reminds oneself of at thest moment is he real fear.


    “Death feels different to how I expected. It doesn’t even hurt,” thought the father. Hearing the fire demons fly off the handle and himself seemingly rise fast, he opened his eyes. Seeing a young man holding him and a glowing flying sword full of holes underfoot, he asked, “Ar-are you an immortal master? Immortal Master, can you please save my son? You can leave me, but please save my son.”


    As he ran from theva chasing them, Mu Yu replied, “Don’t move. I will save him.”


    The demons and cultivator’s attitude pushed Mu Yu over the edge. He summoned Shadow Splitter Sword and began cutting down iing fire demons, knocking down others and using them asunch pads to propel himself to the boy. He manifested a flexible branch and pulled the boy over for the father.


    The father caught his son and trembled as he patted his son on the back. “It’s okay now, Xiaomo. We’re safe now.”


    “Help me!” begged the cultivator in yellow, stretching his hand out.


    More and more fire demons caught up. Wood Spirit Sword expressed difort around the fires. Mu Yu marginalised the cultivator in yellow and began to turn.


    “Immortal Master, could you help the unconscious immortal master? The fire demons hurt him when he tried to protect us…”


    Mu Yu was close to the exit, and he had no intention of rescuing the cultivators after witnessing the cultivator in yellow’s actions. Everything was set for an easy escape; however, upon learning of the unconscious valiant effort, he couldn’t find it in him to abandon the former. He knew he was making life harder for himself, but he had a n.


    “Help me!” cried the cultivator in yellow, seeing Mu Yu circle back.


    Mu Yu paused out of hesitation after picking up the unconscious cultivator. He loathed the cultivator in yellow, but he justified an extra rescue since thetter was human.


    Mu Yu’s speed suffered as a consequence of transporting four extra people – not to mention the increased number of enemies due to his dyed escape. As the exit perceptively erged, a fire st cut him off.


    “Hihihi, one of you escaped, huh?”


    “Ah, crap…” Mu Yu bemoaned.