"The two great medicines that escaped have returned. Looks like this one is the reinforcements you've brought. But once a divine medicine enters my medicine basket, there's never been an exit.As a top-tier divine medicine, native, you've earned the right to announce your name. I will certainly cherish you well."
A sincere smile tugged at the corners of the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations's mouth.
In his eyes, Yi Tianxing was clearly a supreme divine medicine — a rare treasure that could perfect his cultivation technique and elevate him to new heights. Such a prize naturally deserved his utmost attention and reverence.
Two escaped treasures had returned, and they brought back a super-medicine.
He was thrilled.
Truly thrilled.
"I am the Emperor, Yi Tianxing."
Yi Tianxing looked directly at the elder, a flash of intrigue in his eyes. His voice carried calm authority as he said:
"You hunted prodigies of the Eternal World as if they were medicine. For that alone — you deserve death.With your strength, you must be someone of repute in the Evernight."
There was killing intent in his voice — but also curiosity. At the very least, he wanted to know his enemy's name.
"I am the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations. But of course, I have many names.For now, you may call me… the Herbalist."
The Demon Lord smiled faintly, completely unbothered.
"Very well," Yi Tianxing nodded, calm and unafraid. It didn't matter who this Demon Lord was — they had met, and there was only one outcome left:
a battle.
Life or death.
There was no need for unnecessary words.
"You want a divine medicine?Here, let me give you one."
Yi Tianxing suddenly lifted his foot and kicked forward.
Awooo!
Squatting beside him, Green Emperor had no idea disaster was about to strike. In the blink of an eye, he was kicked like a cannonball straight toward the Demon Lord — green fur flailing in the wind, like a moldy football, he flew through the air and landed right in front of him.
"What… thing is this?!"
The Demon Lord frowned at the moldy-looking dog. Just seeing it invoked disgust.
Without a second thought, he raised his bamboo staff and brought it smashing down.
PAH!
With his immense power, he naturally didn't miss. The staff struck true.
Awooo!!
Green Emperor let out a tragic cry, green flames spurting from his nostrils, eyes glowing green. Like dead leaves, he crashed to the ground and rolled several times, completely dazed and battered.
"Old man! You dare hit His Majesty?! Outrageous! Simply outrageous!!"
Despite the heavy hit, Green Emperor's skin and flesh were freakishly tough, far beyond what a regular beast could endure. His odd physique was terrifyingly durable — not inferior to top body-refiners. Most crucially, he was a being of accumulated misfortune and bad luck, and his recovery was absurd. Within moments, he had bounced back to his feet.
But…
The moment he was struck, a vast cloud of green mist burst from his body and engulfed the Demon Lord, seeping into him.
"What the hell?!That's… bad luck?I'm being cursed?!How is this happening?!"
Despite his vast knowledge, the Demon Lord's face twisted in horror. How could misfortune take form, and in such overwhelming concentration — and then dive straight into his body?
Misfortune was the bane of all cultivators. It invited random catastrophe — accidents, disasters, failures. Even the greatest powers avoided it like the plague.
Drink water? Choke.
Walk? Fall into a pit.
Look up? Bird shit.
Look down? Dog shit.
It could cause anything.
Worse, bad luck couldn't be purified easily.Only powers like blessing stones or fortune-based techniques could counter it — and he had none of those!
And now a whole cloud of it had merged with him…
This wasn't just bad luck.
This was a death sentence.
The green mist had no form or substance. It couldn't be expelled. It would only be worn down slowly — through endless misfortunes.
"Good dog!!"
"Nice one!!"
On White Crow City's walls, Cheng Yaojin and others cheered loudly.
"You little bastard! You think you can curse me?!"
The Demon Lord's eyes went cold. Now he understood — that moldy green dog had inflicted him with this misfortune.
He had been tricked.
A trap.
A living curse bomb.
"I am the Herbalist. My fragrance carries for ten thousand miles!!"
With a cold laugh, the Demon Lord waved his bamboo staff toward White Crow City. He had no more interest in holding back. Now he wanted to slaughter them all.
A strange fragrance suddenly spread across the air.
And wherever it went, Evernight creatures began to collapse in droves.
They didn't scream.
They didn't resist.
They just… fell.
Their life force dissipated rapidly, vanishing completely — but each wore a blissful smile, as if dying in an eternal dream.
They truly died.
The poison made no distinction — friend or foe. Anything it touched… died.
A deadly toxin.
Everyone in White Crow City immediately realized it wasn't a mere fragrance — it was lethal poison. Silent, beautiful, and devastating.
Wooooooosh…!
Just as the fragrance was about to reach White Crow City, a gentle breeze appeared out of nowhere. It blew the scent back — reversing it toward the Demon Sovereign.
Now, the toxic cloud circled around him — refusing to disperse.
And clearly, this wasn't a normal wind. It wasn't caused by Yi Tianxing or anyone else. It just appeared.
"That damned bad luck…It's already starting!"
The Demon Lord's face turned black.
He had just unleashed poison — and now, a random wind blew it right back at him. Nothing was going his way. Nothing at all.
The curse had begun.
He realized now that he couldn't act freely anymore.One wrong move could lead to catastrophe.
"Now is not the time to fight. I'll wait for this bad luck to pass."
A gloomy look crossed his face. His hatred for Green Emperor deepened.
"I'm off to gather herbs.Today, I'll spare you.But next time… we fight."
With that, he turned to leave.
Clearly, he didn't dare fight Yi Tianxing now — not with this black cloud of doom hanging over him.
"Leaving so soon?Aren't you being a bit hasty?"
Yi Tianxing smiled faintly.
In his hand, the Meteor Bow appeared.
As he drew the bow, an invisible aura surged forth. A Seven Kill Arrow materialized instantly, pulsing with lethal force.
Four Symbols Arrow Scripture — Vermilion Bird Intent!!
The arrow burned with fiery Vermilion Bird essence — ready to incinerate all in its path.
And then—
Twang!
The arrow flew.
But not just one. Another appeared instantly.
Four Symbols Arrow Scripture — Azure Dragon Intent!
White Tiger Intent!
Black Tortoise Intent!
One after another, four arrows were fired. Four legendary beasts streaked across the sky.
Yi Tianxing didn't hold back — not even slightly.
His Meteor Bow was a Innate-grade treasure, and with the Seven Kill Arrows, and infused with his own power, the attack was devastating.
The four sacred beasts shot forth, sealing the four directions.
The Demon Lord instantly felt it — his presence completely locked down.
His expression darkened.
"You dare look down on me?!Courting death!"
He stopped fleeing. A sneer curled his lips.
Lifting his bamboo staff, he swept it forward — unleashing a sheet of green divine light.
Ding ding ding!
The divine light clashed with the arrows — but didn't shatter them. Instead, it merely made them tremble violently.
The sacred beasts still hurtled forward.
The battle had just begun.