The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 744 Double Agent (The Immortal World Speaker Appears)

At dawn, the Jade Void Palace's immortal boat drifted like a lone leaf above a sea of clouds. At the bow, a white-haired elder stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, his gaze stern and distant. Behind him, a group of Jade Void Palace disciples lined up in neat rows, their expressions solemn, their hands tightly gripping immortal swords. The runes on the blades shimmered, as if echoing the impending tension.

Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was so solemn it felt physical. The Immortal Realm Speaker sat at the head of the table, exuding a subtle aura of authority. His face was hidden behind an exquisite mask, making his true expression obscured. On the conference table lay various ancient books and jade slips, their runes faintly flowing, recording the myriad secrets and events of the Immortal Realm. However, at this moment, these secrets seemed reduced to mere accompaniment to a catastrophic event.

"Chairman, the Blood Demon Sect has been making frequent movements recently. We, the disciples of Yuxu Palace, have clasped hands with the demonic cultivators on the border numerous times, suffering heavy casualties." A Yuxu Palace elder stepped forward, cupped his fists in a salute, his voice tinged with fatigue and worry. "I've heard that Host Lianxin and the Son of the Divine Court have made breakthroughs. Should we join forces with them to fight against the Holy Maiden Youyue?"

The Speaker raised his hand slightly, signaling the elders to withdraw. After a moment's silence, he slowly spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "This matter requires careful consideration. Although Host Lianxin carries a heavy responsibility, her style of action is too radical, and there's no guarantee that it won't trigger a greater crisis. As the orthodox of the immortal world, we must not act rashly."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in confusion. Although they had some doubts in their hearts, the Speaker had a very high prestige in the fairy world and his decisions over the years were mostly sound, so no one dared to say anything more for a while.

At that moment, the immortal boat suddenly trembled violently, as if struck by a tremendous force. The lights in the cabin flickered, and everyone's faces changed drastically. They drew their swords and looked around vigilantly.

"Enemy attack!" A loud cry pierced the sky, followed by the roar of shouts and the clashing of magical weapons from outside the ship. The white-haired old man flashed and rushed out of the cabin. He saw a sky full of demonic shadows roaring in. The demon cultivators exuded a strong bloody aura, and the magic weapons in their hands flashed with strange light as they frantically attacked the immortal boat.

The disciples of Yuxu Palace were not afraid at all. They took out their magic swords and used all their skills. For a moment, lights of various colors intertwined and flashed in the sky, and they started a fierce life-and-death battle with the demon cultivators.

The white-haired old man's eyes were as sharp as a torch. He swung his long sword, and a sharp sword energy slashed at the group of demons, instantly killing several demon cultivators. However, the demon cultivators were numerous and their attacks were increasingly fierce, and the immortal boat gradually fell into trouble.

Amidst this chaos, the Speaker quietly retreated to the depths of the cabin. A faintly glowing jade token appeared in his hand. The runes on it twisted and shifted, seemingly imbued with some mysterious power. He muttered something, and the token glowed brightly. A hidden stone door slowly opened behind him.

When the stone door opened fully, an ancient and sinister aura filled the air. The Speaker stepped through the stone doorway, revealing a secret chamber. In the center sat a massive crystal ball, its light swirling around, reflecting a series of terrifying images—scenes of the Blood Demon Sect's interior, as well as mysterious figures colluding with the demonic cultivators. The most striking scene was his secret meeting with the Phantom Moon Saint.

"Hmph, you didn't expect that today would be the day you die." The voice of the white-haired old man suddenly sounded behind him. The Speaker turned around abruptly, and his expression under the mask changed drastically.

"How...how did you find this place?" The Speaker's voice trembled, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

The white-haired old man snorted coldly: "Ever since you concealed the matter of the destruction of the Divine Court, I became suspicious. Then the Lotus Heart Host sent me a key clue, which let me know your shameful true face." As he spoke, he pointed the long sword in his hand at the Speaker, and the runes on the sword glowed more and more dazzling, as if venting his anger.

Seeing his plan exposed, the Speaker tore off his mask, revealing a face covered in demonic patterns—none other than the Third Elder, the rebellious Divine Court elder. He looked up to the heavens and laughed wildly, "If that's the case, don't blame me for being rude!"

He swung his sleeves violently, and countless black demons instantly emerged from the walls around the secret room, sweeping towards the white-haired old man. The white-haired old man dodged the demons' attack, and danced the long sword in his hand with impenetrable force, fighting with the third elder.

The two men fought back and forth, and the sword energy and the evil spirit collided with each other, making a deafening sound. Under the impact of this powerful force, cracks began to appear on the walls of the secret room.

Meanwhile, the battle outside the cabin had also entered a white-hot stage. The demonic cultivators were becoming increasingly frantic, while the Yuxu Palace disciples were gradually losing their strength, with casualties mounting.

Just as everyone was in dire straits, a silver light streaked across the sky. Xiao Cui, accompanied by the Lotus Heart Cult members, descended like a celestial army. Holding the Sword of Wishes, Xiao Cui radiated a gentle yet resolute light, shaped by the combined faith of countless people. Behind her, the Lotus Heart Cult members roared in unison, their momentum unleashing a powerful force.

"Die, you demon cultivators!" Xiao Cui shouted, and rushed into the group of demons first, waving the lightsaber in her hand. Wherever she went, the evil spirits of the demon cultivators were purified, and they let out bursts of shrill screams.

The Lotus Heart Sect members followed closely behind. Although they did not have profound cultivation, they relied on the power of pure faith to fight a desperate battle with the demon cultivators. For a moment, the situation in the battle took a turn for the better.

On the immortal boat, when the injured disciples of Yuxu Palace saw this scene, flames of hope ignited in their eyes, and they all cheered themselves up and joined the battle.

In the secret room, the battle between the white-haired old man and the third elder reached a critical moment. The third elder suddenly had a ball in his hand that emitted a strange light - it was the "Half-Immortal Fusion Core" stolen from the Blood Demon Realm, which imprisoned the Half-Immortal spirit that Xiao Cui had once come into contact with.

"Do you think you can stop me today? Look at this!" The third elder sneered, threw the fusion core into the air, then formed seals with his hands and muttered something.

Instantly, the fusion core shone brightly, and the twelve semi-immortal spirits escaped from it. However, these spirits had been tainted by the demonic cultivators, emitting a black demonic aura, their eyes hollow and lifeless, as they pounced upon the white-haired old man like the walking dead.

The white-haired old man's face changed drastically when he saw this. He knew very well how powerful these semi-immortal souls were. Even if he had a high level of cultivation, it would be difficult for him to resist them all at the same time.

At this critical moment, Xiao Cui sensed the danger here. She turned around without hesitation and rushed towards the secret room.

"Miss Xiao Cui, no!" The disciples of Yuxu Palace exclaimed in shock. They knew very well the danger in the secret room and did not want Xiao Cui to take any risks.

But Xiao Cui had made up her mind. She rushed into the secret room like lightning. With a wave of her wish-powered lightsaber, a powerful force of faith swept towards the half-immortal soul.

"Hmph, you, a mortal, think you can stop me?" The third elder snorted disdainfully upon seeing this.

However, to his surprise, when the power of faith touched the semi-immortal souls, they froze for a moment. Xiao Cui took the opportunity to shout, "Wake up! Do you still remember your original aspirations as mortals?"

Her voice, like a mighty bell, echoed through the secret chamber. As the voice fell, a flicker of clarity seemed to flash across the eyes of one of the semi-immortal spirits. Xiao Cui keenly perceived this change and immediately used her spiritual power to access the elder's memories.

In an instant, a picture emerged: a thousand years ago, in a small village on earth, the elder was still a young scholar. In a simple school, he patiently taught the children to read and write. The children's eyes were full of desire for knowledge, and his face was filled with a smile of satisfaction and happiness.

This scene was like a spark that spread across the prairie, and the other semi-immortal souls were also touched, and the devilish aura in their eyes gradually dissipated.

"No... this is impossible!" Seeing this, the third elder widened his eyes in horror. He couldn't believe that the game he had carefully planned was easily broken up by a mortal woman.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the white-haired old man swung his sword fiercely, and a sharp sword energy slashed towards the third elder. The third elder was unable to dodge and was hit in the chest by the sword energy. He immediately vomited blood and staggered back.

The semi-immortal souls woke up completely. They regretted that they were controlled by the evil cultivators. They gathered their strength on Xiao Cui to help her fight against the Third Elder.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the third elder's eyes flashed with determination, and he moved quickly, trying to escape from the secret room.

However, just as he rushed to the door, a dazzling golden light blocked his way - Chu Mochen stood there majestically, holding the Divine Court Weapon Soul, and the runes on the blade flashed with a cold light, as if announcing the coming of judgment.

"When you pushed me off the cliff, did you ever think that karma will eventually pay off?" Chu Mochen's voice was low and cold, like a verdict from the Nine Nether Hell.

The Third Elder's face was pale. He looked at Chu Mochen in front of him, his eyes filled with fear and despair. At this moment, he knew that he had no way to escape. All his years of planning and sins would finally be settled today.

Outside the immortal boat, the demon cultivators lost the command of the Third Elder and immediately fell into chaos. The Yuxu Palace disciples and the Lotus Heart Sect took advantage of the victory and pursued them, killing all the demon cultivators without a single one left.

As the last trace of demonic energy dissipated into the air, the sky gradually returned to calm. On the immortal boat, everyone looked at each other's wounds, their hearts filled with joy at having survived. Xiao Cui and the white-haired old man emerged from the secret room and reunited with the others.

"This time, it is all thanks to Miss Xiao Cui and the members of the Lianxin Sect. If you hadn't arrived in time, we would be in danger today." The white-haired old man saluted towards Xiao Cui, his gratitude evident in words.

Xiao Cui smiled slightly, her cheeks still stained with blood, but she looked particularly touching. "Senior, you are too polite. This is our shared responsibility. As long as it means protecting the immortal world and the people, Xiao Cui will do anything."

Everyone nodded upon hearing this, casting admiring glances at Xiao Cui. Meanwhile, Chu Mochen and Yun Yao also arrived on the immortal boat. They looked at the scene before them, their hearts filled with joy.

This thrilling battle not only revealed the true face of the Immortal Speaker, but also deepened everyone's understanding that true strength, whether immortal, human, or demon, lies not in the level of cultivation but in inner perseverance and conviction. Their journey has just begun, and many more challenges await them as they strive to safeguard this hard-earned peace.