At the moment the palace was illuminated, that gloomy, icy voice resounded again, a voice like that of a demon, sending chills down one’s spine.
“Weak human…”
A jet-black claw, from an unknown direction, pierced through layers of void and suddenly appeared before Liang Yichu.
“Die…”
In an instant, Liang Yichu erupted with boundless aura, instantly repelling the dark claw, then his figure rapidly retreated, warily staring at his surroundings.
That single strike had been silent and invisible, shocking Liang Yichu greatly. Had he not reacted quickly, he might have been gravely wounded.
Even more alarming to Liang Yichu was that, despite his cultivation at the peak of the Grand Heaven Realm, he still felt a deep sense of dread.
At that moment, from all directions, countless black mists gathered, eventually converging in front of Liang Yichu into a shadowy figure.
The figure’s face was indistinct, yet it was abnormally tall and imposing. A terrifying aura radiated from it, enveloping the entire palace.
“Who exactly are you?” Liang Yichu shouted furiously. Such a strange being was something he had never encountered before.
No matter how hard Liang Yichu tried to recall, he couldn’t find even the faintest clue about this creature in any of the ancient texts he had studied.
“It’s getting late. I’ll be taking your body now.” At that moment, the shadow’s somber voice echoed again, and an irresistible pressure violently erupted.
“Not good…” At this moment, Liang Yichu’s expression drastically changed, a sense of foreboding surging from his heart.
The pressure exerted by this shadow was simply too overwhelming.
“You evil fiend, today you must die.” Although Liang Yichu had no idea what this creature truly was, he knew instinctively that it was nothing but malevolence incarnate, its aura too sinister to be benign.
“Reverse Blood!”
At that moment, Liang Yichu roared furiously, his entire aura surging instantly. A crimson light erupted from his body.
His short, stout frame suddenly began to tremble violently, his muscles rapidly condensing, his bones cracking loudly.
At that moment, Liang Yichu’s small body instantly expanded.
His aged face appeared to shed its skin, like time itself reversing, transforming into youthful features.
His skin shimmered with a radiant glow, resembling a jade-like immortal body.
At the moment the palace was illuminated, that gloomy, icy voice echoed once more, like the voice of a demon, sending shivers down everyone’s spine.
“Feeble humans…”
A pitch-black claw, appearing out of nowhere, pierced through layers of void and suddenly materialized in front of Liang Yichu.
“Slash…”
In an instant, Liang Yichu erupted with boundless energy, instantly repelling the dark claw, and then swiftly retreated, vigilantly scanning his surroundings.
That claw had come silently, startling Liang Yichu. If not for his quick reflexes, he might have fallen victim to it.
What terrified Liang Yichu even more was that, despite being at the peak of the Great Heavenly Realm, he still felt a deep sense of dread.
At that moment, black mist began to converge from all directions, eventually coalescing into a figure in front of Liang Yichu.
The figure’s face was indistinct, but it was exceptionally tall. A terrifying aura emanated from the shadow, enveloping the entire palace.
“Who are you?” Liang Yichu shouted angrily. He had never encountered such a strange entity before.
Even after racking his brain, Liang Yichu couldn’t find any trace of this creature in the ancient texts he had studied.
“It’s getting late. I’ll take your body now,” the shadow’s cold voice echoed again, and an overwhelming force erupted once more.
“Not good…” Liang Yichu’s expression changed drastically, a sense of foreboding washing over him.
The pressure from the shadow was immense.
“Evil demon, you must die today,” Liang Yichu declared. Though he didn’t know what this entity was, he was certain it was nothing good, given its overwhelmingly malevolent aura.
“Reverse Blood.”
With a roar, Liang Yichu’s aura surged violently, and a crimson light burst forth from his body.
His short, stout frame began to tremble violently, his muscles contracting, and his bones cracking loudly.
In that moment, Liang Yichu’s diminutive body suddenly expanded.
His aged face seemed to shed its skin, as if time had reversed, transforming into a youthful visage.
His skin shimmered with a radiant glow, like polished jade.
“Such short-lived creatures, sealing their own vitality to prolong life. Hand your body over to me, and I will grant you eternal life,” the shadow sneered.
At that moment, Liang Yichu’s eyes snapped open, his handsome face radiating boundless fighting spirit, a sharp light bursting from his gaze.
“Evil demon, die!” Liang Yichu, now restored to his peak, leapt into the air, his overwhelming aura enveloping the shadow.
The shadow gave Liang Yichu a sense of danger unlike anything he had ever felt.
After reaching the peak of the Great Heavenly Realm, if one couldn’t break through, they would slowly age and die. To prolong his life, Liang Yichu had sealed most of his vitality within his body, maintaining his life force.
Now, faced with such a powerful demon, Liang Yichu dared not underestimate it.
…
“Boom…”
A brilliant light erupted within the palace, causing the entire structure to tremble as if on the verge of collapse.
Outside, on the warship.
Xin Feng and the others watched the scene below, their hearts filled with tension.
They had sensed the intense aura moments ago—it was their master’s. They wondered what kind of trouble he had encountered below to unleash such power.
Boom…
The ground below suddenly collapsed, sending up a cloud of dust.
“Elder, will he be alright?” one of the disciples asked nervously.
Xin Feng didn’t respond, his gaze fixed intently on the scene below.
At that moment, a figure slowly ascended from the depths. Xin Feng’s expression shifted slightly.
“It’s the elder,” some of the disciples exclaimed excitedly upon seeing the figure.
…
“Master, are you alright?” Xin Feng hurried forward to ask.
“Yes, it was just a minor issue, but it’s been resolved,” Liang Yichu, now back to his original form, replied calmly.
“Master, I’m glad you’re safe,” Xin Feng nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. The thick malevolent aura below had also begun to dissipate.
To Xin Feng, it seemed that whatever had been inside had been vanquished by the elder.
“Let’s return to the sect,” Liang Yichu said with a wave of his sleeve, and the warship continued on its way.
With the matter settled, the disciples returned to their own tasks, no longer concerned with what had transpired.
Liang Yichu stood at the bow of the ship, watching the gradually disappearing crater, a faint smile playing on his lips. A trace of black energy flickered in his eyes.
…
Holy Sect.
Lin Fan was busy every day, focusing on improving his cultivation. He had also noticed something amiss with Zhang Er’gou.
It seemed that Zhang Er’gou had been deeply hurt by that Yulan from the Jialan Peak.
Cai Zhiqiao often visited Jialan Peak to meet with the senior sisters, and Zhang Er’gou would usually accompany her as her bodyguard. But now, he no longer went, letting Zhiqiao go alone.
“Sect Master, I’ve noticed that Senior Brother has been acting strange lately,” Feng Bujue whispered mysteriously.
“Yes, I’m aware. We’ll have a meeting soon to discuss it,” Lin Fan replied calmly.
Zhang Er’gou’s situation wasn’t just his own—it concerned the entire sect.
Changing the plan would require everyone’s effort.
But for now, Lin Fan had a more pressing matter to attend to.
That was the issue of Tian Yu’s future.
Since being crippled, Tian Yu had been staying on Nameless Peak. Now that his cultivation was gradually recovering and his talent was being restored, Lin Fan didn’t want to wait any longer.
He had Zhang Er’gou summon Tian Yu for a discussion.
…
The next day.
“Disciple Tian Yu, your cultivation has mostly recovered. It’s time to inform the sect. You should return to the inner sect,” Lin Fan said calmly.
Tian Yu’s expression shifted slightly, and he lowered his head. Elder Lin was right—his cultivation had mostly recovered, and it was time to return.
But he had grown attached to this place and was reluctant to leave.
“Elder, I don’t want to go back. My new life was given to me here. I wish to stay,” Tian Yu said.
“This…” Lin Fan hesitated. “Disciple, I think you should return.”
At that moment, Zhang Er’gou and the others stepped forward. “Sect Master, please let Disciple Tian Yu stay. Not long ago, he expressed his desire to become a disciple of Nameless Peak and has already acknowledged us as his senior brothers. We beg you to grant his wish.”
“This…” Lin Fan looked at Tian Yu, then at Zhang Er’gou, and finally sighed. “Very well, if that’s the case, then stay. From now on, you are the fifth disciple of the Holy Demon Sect.”
“Thank you, Sect Master,” Tian Yu said with a smile.
Lin Fan chuckled inwardly. It had worked.
“Master, does that mean I’m now a senior sister?” Cai Zhiqiao asked eagerly, her small bag slung over her shoulder.
Lin Fan shook his head with a smile. “No, you’re still a junior sister.”
“Ah…” Cai Zhiqiao’s mouth fell open in disappointment. She hadn’t expected to remain a junior sister.
…
At that moment, Liang Yichu suddenly opened his eyes wide. His handsome face radiated boundless fighting will, a beam of sharp light bursting from his gaze.
“Demon, die!” At that moment, Liang Yichu, restored to his prime, shot up from the ground, an overwhelmingly mighty aura enveloping the shadow.
This shadow gave Liang Yichu a feeling of extreme danger, something he had never experienced before.
At the moment the palace was illuminated, that gloomy, icy voice echoed once more, sending shivers down everyone’s spine, as if it were the voice of a demon.
“Feeble humans…”
A pitch-black claw, appearing out of nowhere, pierced through layers of void and suddenly materialized in front of Liang Yichu.
“Slash…”
In an instant, Liang Yichu erupted with boundless energy, instantly repelling the dark claw, then swiftly retreated, his gaze vigilant as he scanned his surroundings.
That claw had come silently, startling Liang Yichu. If not for his quick reflexes, he might have fallen victim to it.
What truly terrified Liang Yichu was that, despite being at the peak of the Great Heavenly Realm, he still felt a deep sense of dread.
At that moment, black mist began to converge from all directions, eventually coalescing into a figure in front of Liang Yichu.
The figure’s face was indistinct, but it was exceptionally tall. A terrifying aura emanated from the shadow, enveloping the entire palace.
“Who are you?” Liang Yichu roared, having never encountered such a strange entity before.
Even after racking his brain, Liang Yichu couldn’t find any trace of this being in the ancient texts he had studied.
“It’s getting late. I’ll take your body now,” the shadow’s cold voice echoed once more, and an overwhelming force erupted violently.
“Not good…” Liang Yichu’s expression changed drastically, a sense of foreboding gripping his heart.
The pressure from this shadow was immense.
“You demon, today you must die,” Liang Yichu declared. Though he didn’t know what this entity was, he was certain it was nothing good, given its overwhelmingly evil aura.
“Reverse Blood!”
With a roar, Liang Yichu’s energy surged, and a crimson light erupted from his body.
His short, stout frame began to tremble violently, his muscles contracting, bones cracking.
In that moment, Liang Yichu’s diminutive body suddenly expanded.
His aged face seemed to shed its skin, as if time had reversed, transforming into a youthful visage.
His skin glowed with a radiant light, like polished jade.
“Such short-lived creatures, sealing their vitality to prolong life. Give me your body, and I will grant you eternal existence,” the shadow sneered.
At that moment, Liang Yichu’s eyes snapped open, his handsome face radiating boundless fighting spirit, a sharp light bursting from his gaze.
“Demon, die!” Liang Yichu, now at his peak, leapt into the air, his overwhelming aura enveloping the shadow.
The shadow gave Liang Yichu a sense of danger unlike anything he had ever felt.
After reaching the peak of the Great Heavenly Realm, if one couldn’t break through, they would slowly age and die. To prolong his life, Liang Yichu had sealed most of his vitality within his body.
Now, facing such a powerful demon, Liang Yichu dared not underestimate it.
…
“Boom…”
A brilliant light erupted within the palace, shaking the entire structure to its core, as if it were on the verge of collapse.
Outside, on the warship.
Xin Feng and the others watched the scene below, their hearts filled with tension.
They had sensed the intense energy moments ago—it was their master’s aura. They didn’t know what kind of trouble he had encountered below, but it must have been serious for him to unleash his full power.
Boom…
The ground below suddenly collapsed, sending up a cloud of dust.
“Elder, will he be alright?” one of the disciples asked nervously.
Xin Feng didn’t answer, his gaze fixed intently on the scene below.
At that moment, a figure slowly ascended from the depths. Xin Feng’s expression shifted slightly.
“It’s the elder,” some of the disciples exclaimed with excitement.
…
“Master, are you alright?” Xin Feng hurried forward to ask.
“Yes, it was just a minor issue, but it’s been resolved,” Liang Yichu replied calmly, having returned to his original form.
“Master, I’m glad you’re safe,” Xin Feng nodded, relieved. The thick, malevolent energy below had also begun to dissipate.
To Xin Feng, it seemed that whatever had been inside had been destroyed by the elder.
“Let’s return to the sect,” Liang Yichu said with a wave of his sleeve, and the warship continued on its way.
With the matter settled, the disciples returned to their own tasks.
Liang Yichu stood at the bow of the ship, watching the gradually disappearing crater, a faint smile on his lips, a hint of black energy flickering in his eyes.
…
In the Holy Sect.
Lin Fan was busy every day, focusing on improving his cultivation. He had also noticed something off about Zhang Er’gou.
It seemed that Zhang Er’gou had been deeply hurt by Yulan from the Blue Peak.
Cai Zhiqiao often visited the Blue Peak to see her senior sisters, and Zhang Er’gou would usually accompany her as her bodyguard. But now, he no longer went, leaving Zhiqiao to go alone.
“Sect Leader, I’ve noticed that Senior Brother has been acting strange lately,” Feng Bujue whispered mysteriously.
“Yes, I’m aware. We’ll hold a meeting soon to discuss it,” Lin Fan replied calmly.
Zhang Er’gou’s issue wasn’t just his own—it concerned the entire sect.
Changing the plan would require everyone’s effort.
But for now, Lin Fan had something more important to deal with.
It was about Tian Yu’s future.
Since being crippled, Tian Yu had been staying on the Nameless Peak. Now that his cultivation was gradually recovering and his talent was being restored, Lin Fan didn’t want to wait any longer.
He had Zhang Er’gou summon Tian Yu for a discussion.
…
The next day.
“Disciple Tian Yu, your cultivation has mostly recovered. It’s time to inform the sect and return to the inner sect,” Lin Fan said calmly.
Tian Yu’s expression shifted slightly, then he lowered his head. Master Lin was right—his cultivation had mostly recovered, and it was time to go back.
But he had grown attached to this place and was reluctant to leave.
“Master, I don’t want to return. My new life was given by you. I wish to stay here,” Tian Yu said.
“This…” Lin Fan hesitated, “Disciple, I think you should return.”
At that moment, Zhang Er’gou and the others stepped forward, “Sect Leader, please let Tian Yu stay. Not long ago, he expressed his desire to become a disciple of the Nameless Peak and has already accepted us as his senior brothers. We ask for your approval.”
“Well…” Lin Fan looked at Tian Yu, then at Zhang Er’gou, and finally sighed, “Fine, since that’s the case, you may stay. From now on, you are the fifth disciple of the Holy Demon Sect.”
“Thank you, Sect Leader,” Tian Yu said with a smile.
Lin Fan chuckled inwardly, pleased with the outcome.
“Master, does that mean I’m now a senior sister?” Cai Zhiqiao asked eagerly, her small bag slung over her shoulder.
Lin Fan shook his head with a smile, “No, you’re still a junior sister.”
“Ah…” Zhiqiao’s mouth fell open in disappointment. She hadn’t expected to remain a junior sister.
…
Now facing such a powerful evil presence, Liang Yichu dared not be careless.
…
“Boom…”
At that moment, a brilliant light erupted from the entire palace, shaking it violently, as if it were about to collapse.
Outside, aboard the war vessel.
Xin Feng and others watched the unfolding situation below, their hearts involuntarily tightening.
They had sensed that powerful aura just now—it was their master’s. They didn’t know what kind of trouble he had encountered down there, but he had clearly gone all out.
Boom! Boom!
At that moment, thunderous sounds rang out, and the ground below suddenly collapsed, sending up a cloud of dust.
“Is the Elder alright?” At this moment, one of the gifted disciples couldn’t help but anxiously ask.
Xin Feng did not answer, his eyes fixed intently on the scene below.
At that moment, a figure gradually flew up from below, and Xin Feng’s expression slightly changed.
“It’s the Elder.” At this moment, some of the gifted disciples saw the figure and shouted excitedly.
…
“Master, are you alright?” Xin Feng hurriedly asked as he stepped forward.
“Hmph, I’m fine. Just a minor trouble, already resolved.” At this moment, Liang Yichu had returned to his original appearance, speaking indifferently.
“Master, I’m glad you’re alright.” Xin Feng nodded slightly, his heart finally easing. The originally oppressive and malevolent aura below had now gradually dissipated.
In Xin Feng’s eyes, whatever was inside must have been destroyed by the Elder.
“Return to the sect…” At that moment, Liang Yichu flicked his sleeve, and the war vessel resumed its journey.
Seeing that the incident had ended, the gifted disciples no longer paid attention and busied themselves with their own affairs.
Liang Yichu stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the gradually vanishing crater, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips, while a faint trace of black mist flickered in his eyes.
…
At the Holy Sect.
Lin Fan was busy every day. Cultivating was a top priority. Moreover, he had already sensed that Zhang Erdou’s behavior had become subtly off.
It seemed that Zhang Erdou had indeed been severely injured by that Jialan Peak girl, Yulan.
Cai Zhijiao usually enjoyed visiting the senior sisters at Jialan Peak, and normally, Zhang Erdou would willingly accompany her as her bodyguard. But now, he no longer did so, leaving Zhijiao to go alone.
“Master, I’ve noticed that Senior Brother has been acting strangely lately,” Feng Bu jue said secretly, speaking in a hushed and mysterious tone.
“Hmm, I already know. In a while, I’ll hold a meeting with all of you to discuss it,” Lin Fan calmly replied.
Zhang Erdou’s situation wasn’t just his personal matter—it involved the entire sect.
Changing plans naturally required everyone’s joint effort.
However, for now, Lin Fan had something far more important to deal with.
That was Tianyu’s future.
Since being crippled, Tianyu had remained at Wuming Peak. Now that his cultivation was gradually recovering and his talent slowly being restored, Lin Fan no longer wished to wait.
He then ordered Zhang Erdou to summon Tianyu over for a discussion.
…
The next day.
“Tianyu, your cultivation has mostly recovered. It’s time to inform the sect and return to the inner court,” Lin Fan calmly said as he sat there.
Tianyu’s expression slightly changed. Finally, he lowered his head. What Master Lin had said was correct—his cultivation had indeed mostly recovered. It was time to return.
But here, he had grown reluctant to leave.
“Master, I don’t want to go back. This new life was given to me by you. I wish to stay here,” Tianyu said.
“This…” At that moment, Lin Fan’s face showed hesitation. “Junior, I believe you should return.”
At this moment, Zhang Erdou and others pleaded beside him. “Master, please allow Junior Brother Tianyu to stay. Not long ago, Tianyu told us he wished to become a disciple of Wuming Peak and has already acknowledged us as his senior brothers. Please, Master, grant us this favor.”
“This…” Lin Fan looked at Tianyu, then at Zhang Erdou, finally letting out a helpless sigh. “Fine then. Since you insist, let him stay. From now on, you shall be the fifth disciple of the Holy Devil Sect.”
“Thank you, Master, for your kindness,” Tianyu said, his face breaking into a smile.
Inside, Lin Fan chuckled to himself. He had succeeded after all.
“Master, does that mean I’m now the senior sister?” Cai Zhijiao, slinging her little bag, asked with hopeful eyes.
Lin Fan smiled and shook his head. “No, you’re still the junior sister.”
“Eh…” Cai Zhijiao opened her mouth in disappointment. She hadn’t expected to remain the junior sister.
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