From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 431 The Storm Begins at the Peace Camp

On this land where immortals and demons meet, I established a peaceful camp.

Every inch of this land is imbued with my heart and soul. The campsite is warm and harmonious, surrounded by bamboo groves, with a gentle breeze blowing, as if telling a story of peace and beauty.

However, just as I was preparing to welcome the representatives from both the immortals and demons, some discordant elements quietly emerged.

Immortal Li, this stubborn immortal, wandered around the camp.

His voice was like a harsh wind, carrying prejudice and misunderstanding, trying to tear us apart. My heart pounded between my ribs.

This peace camp—I have devoted myself to it wholeheartedly.

Every bamboo shoot and every carefully placed stone tells a story of harmony.

However, this harmony appears extremely fragile, like thin ice about to break.

Li Xianren, that stubborn old man, is still causing trouble. His voice clashes with the gentle rustling of the bamboo leaves, which is irritating.

He moved among various groups, spreading his malice; his words were like tiny daggers, piercing the fragile peace I was trying to build.

I could almost smell the fear and unease that was beginning to spread among the delegates.

At that moment, a messenger wearing a dark purple cloak of demons rushed in, his face etched with worry.

He whispered a few words urgently in the ear of Mo Yan, the representative of the demon race.

Mo Yan's easygoing smile disappeared.

His eyes, which usually sparkled with an almost childlike enthusiasm, were now as cold and stern as obsidian.

The air grew heavy, a tense atmosphere suddenly filling the air, stinging my skin.

"The Wind Demon King has heard the rumors," Mo Yan announced, his voice carrying a new solemnity that echoed in the air.

"Rumors about... betrayal." My stomach sank.

betray?

Who would dare spread such a lie?

I could almost feel everyone in the camp staring at me.

The pressure was immense and suffocating.

It felt as if all the air in the valley had been sucked away, leaving only a heavy, expectant silence.

The scent of pine needles and damp earth, which is usually so comforting, now seems to mock me with its calm indifference to the approaching storm.

“He believes this peace camp… is a trap,” Mo Yan continued, his words like a stone thrown into a calm pond, stirring unease among the gathered crowd.

I saw that even Elder Sun, that always hesitant old man, seemed to have backed down, as if he was afraid of being drawn into this conflict.

"A trap?" I finally found my voice, though it was trembling.

My heart was pounding like a war drum.

That's impossible.

not now.

After everything we've been through, it can't be now.

I took a step forward, ignoring the subtle shifts in the crowd and the whispers that scurried about like startled mice.

"Mo Yan, who set this trap?" My voice trembled, but it carried a surprising power.

"Is this a trap set by the immortal who came seeking peace and tirelessly trying to bridge the differences?" I pointed to the carefully arranged discussion area around the camp and the shared dining table filled with food from both worlds.

Does this look like a trap?

I took a deep breath and forced myself to meet the gazes of the immortals and demons gathered here.

“I have poured my heart and soul into this peace camp. I have compiled trade routes, agricultural outputs, and even the migration patterns of the mysterious Skyweavers to prove that peace is beneficial to both of us.” I took out a scroll full of charts, the result of countless sleepless nights.

"These are not the actions of someone who sets traps, but the actions of someone desperately trying to build a bridge!"

My voice was full of determination, echoing through the valley.

I could sense that the atmosphere had changed.

The fear and doubt did not disappear, but something else began to take root and sprout.

Curiosity?

Or hope?

Then I played my ace.

"Who benefits from this chaos? Who spreads rumors of betrayal in the shadows? Not us, who have gathered here seeking a better future. It is those who profit from war and conflict!" I paused, letting my words echo in the air.

"It is Immortal Li and his kind who are fixated on old grudges; they are the real threat to peace!"

A murmur arose from the crowd.

Even Mo Yan seemed somewhat surprised.

I could almost taste the uncertainty permeating the air, a pungent and metallic smell.

The whispers grew louder and louder, turning into a deep buzzing sound, like a swarm of restless bees.

I met Mo Yan's gaze, my own eyes firm and fearless.

“The Wind Demon King must know the truth,” I said, my voice filled with unwavering determination.

"Pass on a message. Tell him... tell him I'm waiting for him to arrive."

Just then, a rustling sound came from the bamboo forest...