Chapter 216: Two Demon Sect Dao Leaders
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Chapter 216: Two Demon Sect Dao Leaders
Ning Xiaochuan was indeed severely injured, but he stubbornly refused to succumb, forcing himself to remain conscious. When the Fox Immortal Dao Leader extended her finger, he suppressed his injuries with sheer willpower and circulated a strand of Profound Qi throughout his body.
"Hmph."
Ning Xiaochuan pushed himself up from the ground with both hands, slowly rising to his feet. His gaze swept over the people present before he climbed onto the back of the Double-headed Stone Beast alone and departed.
"Ning Xiaochuan, you're this badly hurt—where do you think you're going?" Duanmu Linger called out.
Lying on the beast's back, blood dripping from his lips, Ning Xiaochuan replied, "None of your business, Demonic Martial Artists. I go where I please."
"Tch. Just as stubborn as your mother. Linger, capture him and take him to Nine Death Cliff!" Duanmu Linye commanded with an overbearing tone, his hands clasped behind his back.
His eyes fixed on Ning Xiaochuan, memories flooded his mind.
Twenty years ago, his only sister—Duanmu Ning, the then-Demon Sect Saintess—had rebelled against the Demon Sect, severed ties with the Demon Emperor, and resolutely married Ning Qianyi of the Jian Pavilion Marquis House.
From that day on, Duanmu Linye had never seen her again.
Twenty years later, Duanmu Ning was long dead, and in her place stood her son.
Duanmu Linye's emotions were complex, a faint sorrow lingering in his heart. Watching Ning Xiaochuan's stubborn retreat, he saw the same unyielding determination that had marked Duanmu Ning's departure two decades ago—unyielding, resolute, impossible to hold back.
Had he intervened back then, perhaps tragedy could have been averted.
Regret had haunted him for twenty years. Now, he refused to let history repeat itself. That was why he ordered Duanmu Linger to seize Ning Xiaochuan.
"Brother Xiaochuan, just come with us! So many in the imperial court want you dead—even the Jade Emperor seeks your life. Why insist on going back?" Zi Zhui'er pleaded pitifully.
Deeply concerned for his safety, she channeled strands of Profound Qi into his body, aiding his recovery.
Ning Xiaochuan was indeed in dire condition—unable to muster even a trace of Profound Qi, his mind overwhelmed by murderous impulses.
This was the backlash of wielding the Demonic Sword.
Having used it for too long this time, the side effects were severe. He could only suppress the bloodlust by mustering every ounce of his strength, lest it consume him entirely.
In this state, he stood no chance of resistance. Duanmu Linger swiftly took him away.
Meanwhile, Duanmu Linye summoned Earth Martial Essence, forcibly uprooting the Transcendent Pine from the underground world. He divided it into ten segments, storing each in a separate Heaven and Earth Bag.
The Fox Immortal Dao Leader spoke, "Based on the clues left in the border town, the Saintess pursued Shang Pojun's corpse into the Moshate Desert. She must be in this direction."
"I'll find her."
Duanmu Linye took a deep breath, drawing in the surrounding air as if his body were a vast world capable of containing the very essence of heaven and earth.
The Fox Immortal Dao Leader and Duanmu Linye arrived at the Moshate Desert precisely to track the Demon Sect Saintess and Shang Pojun's reanimated corpse. That was why Duanmu Linger encountered them along the way.
Duanmu Linye unleashed a Divine Martial Ability, capable of detecting the target through shifts in air currents. Even if the person were thousands of kilometers away, he could still locate their hiding place.
"East."
Duanmu Linye withdrew his Divine Ability and pointed in a direction. His Martial Soul Avatar surged from his body, transforming into a Soul Shadow that soared into the sky.
"Whoosh!"
The Fox Immortal Dao Leader turned into a streak of white light, vanishing instantly from her spot and leaving behind a long trail of sand in the desert.
The two Martial Venerable-level experts rushed forward simultaneously.
Meanwhile, Duanmu Linger and Zi Zhui'er stayed behind to tend to Ning Xiaochuan.
"Duanmu, should we go and take a look as well?" Zi Zhui'er suggested.
Duanmu Linger glanced at Ning Xiaochuan, seeing that his injuries were mostly under control, and nodded in agreement.
Ning Xiaochuan remained unaware of the events unfolding outside, fully withdrawing his focus inward to suppress the negative emotions in his mind.
Within his heart hovered a blood-red Demonic Sword, its blade entwined with five strands of Annihilation Qi. These strands had emerged from Ning Xiaochuan's body the previous night, standing like five pillars that held the Demonic Sword aloft at their center.
"Condense!"
Ning Xiaochuan forcibly refined the negative emotions within him—the killing intent, demonic thoughts, and wicked impulses—forging them into a sixth strand of Annihilation Qi, which he then channeled into his Demon Ventricle.
His mind finally regained clarity, but the pain from his injuries surged through his body, searing into his very bones.
"Though I killed all the warriors of the Slaughter God Camp this time, my wounds are extremely severe. It will take at least half a month before I fully recover."
Ning Xiaochuan let out a long sigh. It seemed the bloodshed case from eleven years ago truly was connected to the Jade Emperor—otherwise, he wouldn’t have secretly dispatched the Slaughter God Camp to kill me.
For now, Ning Xiaochuan pushed these thoughts aside and focused entirely on healing.
Eight thousand kilometers away, in Tianlai Ancient City— The ancient city walls had been shattered, a massive breach torn open. Hundreds of Chilling and Desolate Spirits flew through the air, wailing like ghosts.
The entire Tianlai Ancient City was shrouded in a Dark Cloud, the sky and earth darkened, the streets running with blood.
"What kind of monster is that?"
"Could it be a Corpse Fiend?"
"Since when do Corpse Fiends get that strong? Even the Demon Sect Saintess was injured by it!"
"If it stays in Tianlai Ancient City, it won’t be long before the whole place turns into a dead city... Ah—! Help! My heart—!"
Before the Martial Artist could finish speaking, a disheveled Elderly Man tore out his heart.
The Elderly Man stuffed the bloody organ into his mouth, chewing with wet, smacking sounds.
His face withered rapidly, flesh visibly dehydrating as his forehead, cheekbones, and jaw protruded grotesquely, like a skull barely covered by skin—utterly terrifying.
Most horrifying of all was the hollow cavity in his chest.
His heart had been taken by some unknown creature, proving he had long been dead.
He was a reanimated corpse.
The Demon Sect Saintess was severely injured, with a horrifying claw wound on her back, from which black Chilling and Desolate Energy seeped out. Had her cultivation not been sufficiently high, she would have long been corrupted by the energy, losing her sanity.
"Thud, thud."
The reanimated corpse stepped toward her, its claws sharp as blades, slashing toward her neck.
The Demon Sect Saintess unleashed a flurry of white snowflakes from her palm, freezing its claws. Her slender, graceful figure flipped backward, landing atop the 30-meter-high city wall.
"Crack!"
The reanimated corpse shattered the ice, then struck the wall with a palm, toppling it. A Great Palm Strike sent the Demon Sect Saintess flying.
The corpse let out a long howl, lunging to tear out her heart.
"Ding, ding!"
A green bell flew from the sky, slamming into the corpse and sending it flying.
The bell chimed as it spun midair before returning to Duanmu Linye's palm.
"Boom!"
Duanmu Linye landed firmly on the ground, standing tall, his hand holding the Seventh-grade Mystic Artifact, the Corpse-Suppressing Bell. He glared at the corpse and said, "Shang Pojun, since you’ve already fallen, you should rest peacefully in your coffin. Your heart was taken, yet you run around trying to rip out others’—this is your mistake."
The corpse's eyes glowed green as it howled again, spewing ink-black corpse mist from its body, surging violently toward Duanmu Linye.
Duanmu Linye had come prepared, bringing the Corpse-Suppressing Bell specifically to subdue it.
The bell struck the corpse’s head, emitting a soul-shaking chime, suppressing it fiercely.
The corpse writhed in agony, its veins bulging into dense blood patterns across its body. With a forceful strike, it knocked the bell away and slashed at Duanmu Linye’s chest.
Duanmu Linye’s expression darkened slightly—even the Corpse-Suppressing Bell couldn’t restrain it.
Its mutation had grown far too severe.
Duanmu Linye exchanged a palm strike with the corpse, but a surge of immense Yin Evil energy invaded his arm, forcing him back.
"How is it this strong? Even you were pushed back," the Fox Immortal Dao Leader remarked, arriving atop a broken wall.
Her figure was enchanting—her neck, jade-like waist, and legs adorned with flowing white silk ribbons, her bare feet adding to her alluring charm.
Any other Martial Artist would have been utterly bewitched by her seductive aura.
Yet Duanmu Linye didn’t spare her a single glance, his cold gaze fixed on the frenzied corpse. "It’s even more terrifying than when it was alive. There’s a strange power in its corpse that can freeze a Martial Artist’s vital energy."
"Let’s join forces to suppress it and bring it back for the Demon Emperor to investigate," the Fox Immortal Dao Leader suggested, summoning a Mystic Artifact—a green jade fan, no larger than a palm, yet radiating immense power.
This was a Ninth-grade Mystic Artifact, the Green Jade Fan—a treasure of the Fox Immortal Dao.
The Fox Immortal Dao Leader and Duanmu Linye attacked simultaneously, aiming to subdue the corpse.
"Boom—!"
The battle erupted, shattering half of Tianlai Ancient City, with one district collapsing into the underground world.
The earth trembled violently, a massive fissure spreading from the city’s center, stretching endlessly toward the horizon.
"Boom!"
The Fox Immortal Dao Leader was sent flying backward, her jade-white palm turning pitch-black as Corpse Poison invaded it.
Duanmu Linye was also flung out of Tianlai Ancient City, his Corpse-Suppressing Bell shattered into useless fragments that clattered to the ground.
The reanimated corpse was too powerful—even their combined efforts could not suppress it.
"Roar!"
The corpse leaped from the ruined ancient city, landing heavily and stomping a massive crater into the ground. Its body was covered in Yin Evil, its eyes blood-red, and long fangs grew from its mouth.
The Fox Immortal Dao Leader and Duanmu Linye attacked again, unleashing their full Martial Venerable strength in a furious assault.
Ning Xiaochuan was indeed severely injured, but he stubbornly refused to succumb, forcing himself to remain conscious. When the Fox Immortal Dao Leader extended her finger, he suppressed his injuries with sheer willpower and circulated a strand of Profound Qi throughout his body.
"Hmph."
Ning Xiaochuan pushed himself up from the ground with both hands, slowly rising to his feet. His gaze swept over the people present before he climbed onto the back of the Double-headed Stone Beast alone and departed.
"Ning Xiaochuan, you're this badly hurt—where do you think you're going?" Duanmu Linger called out.
Lying on the beast's back, blood dripping from his lips, Ning Xiaochuan replied, "None of your business, Demonic Martial Artists. I go where I please."
"Tch. Just as stubborn as your mother. Linger, capture him and take him to Nine Death Cliff!" Duanmu Linye commanded with an overbearing tone, his hands clasped behind his back.
His eyes fixed on Ning Xiaochuan, memories flooded his mind.
Twenty years ago, his only sister—Duanmu Ning, the then-Demon Sect Saintess—had rebelled against the Demon Sect, severed ties with the Demon Emperor, and resolutely married Ning Qianyi of the Jian Pavilion Marquis House.
From that day on, Duanmu Linye had never seen her again.
Twenty years later, Duanmu Ning was long dead, and in her place stood her son.
Duanmu Linye's emotions were complex, a faint sorrow lingering in his heart. Watching Ning Xiaochuan's stubborn retreat, he saw the same unyielding determination that had marked Duanmu Ning's departure two decades ago—unyielding, resolute, impossible to hold back.
Had he intervened back then, perhaps tragedy could have been averted.
Regret had haunted him for twenty years. Now, he refused to let history repeat itself. That was why he ordered Duanmu Linger to seize Ning Xiaochuan.
"Brother Xiaochuan, just come with us! So many in the imperial court want you dead—even the Jade Emperor seeks your life. Why insist on going back?" Zi Zhui'er pleaded pitifully.
Deeply concerned for his safety, she channeled strands of Profound Qi into his body, aiding his recovery.
Ning Xiaochuan was indeed in dire condition—unable to muster even a trace of Profound Qi, his mind overwhelmed by murderous impulses.
This was the backlash of wielding the Demonic Sword.
Having used it for too long this time, the side effects were severe. He could only suppress the bloodlust by mustering every ounce of his strength, lest it consume him entirely.
In this state, he stood no chance of resistance. Duanmu Linger swiftly took him away.
Meanwhile, Duanmu Linye summoned Earth Martial Essence, forcibly uprooting the Transcendent Pine from the underground world. He divided it into ten segments, storing each in a separate Heaven and Earth Bag.
The Fox Immortal Dao Leader spoke, "Based on the clues left in the border town, the Saintess pursued Shang Pojun's corpse into the Moshate Desert. She must be in this direction."
"I'll find her."
Duanmu Linye took a deep breath, drawing in the surrounding air as if his body were a vast world capable of containing the very essence of heaven and earth.
The Fox Immortal Dao Leader and Duanmu Linye arrived at the Moshate Desert precisely to track the Demon Sect Saintess and Shang Pojun's reanimated corpse. That was why Duanmu Linger encountered them along the way.
Duanmu Linye unleashed a Divine Martial Ability, capable of detecting the target through shifts in air currents. Even if the person were thousands of kilometers away, he could still locate their hiding place.
"East."
Duanmu Linye withdrew his Divine Ability and pointed in a direction. His Martial Soul Avatar surged from his body, transforming into a Soul Shadow that soared into the sky.
"Whoosh!"
The Fox Immortal Dao Leader turned into a streak of white light, vanishing instantly from her spot and leaving behind a long trail of sand in the desert.
The two Martial Venerable-level experts rushed forward simultaneously.
Meanwhile, Duanmu Linger and Zi Zhui'er stayed behind to tend to Ning Xiaochuan.
"Duanmu, should we go and take a look as well?" Zi Zhui'er suggested.
Duanmu Linger glanced at Ning Xiaochuan, seeing that his injuries were mostly under control, and nodded in agreement.
Ning Xiaochuan remained unaware of the events unfolding outside, fully withdrawing his focus inward to suppress the negative emotions in his mind.
Within his heart hovered a blood-red Demonic Sword, its blade entwined with five strands of Annihilation Qi. These strands had emerged from Ning Xiaochuan's body the previous night, standing like five pillars that held the Demonic Sword aloft at their center.
"Condense!"
Ning Xiaochuan forcibly refined the negative emotions within him—the killing intent, demonic thoughts, and wicked impulses—forging them into a sixth strand of Annihilation Qi, which he then channeled into his Demon Ventricle.
His mind finally regained clarity, but the pain from his injuries surged through his body, searing into his very bones.
"Though I killed all the warriors of the Slaughter God Camp this time, my wounds are extremely severe. It will take at least half a month before I fully recover."
Ning Xiaochuan let out a long sigh. It seemed the bloodshed case from eleven years ago truly was connected to the Jade Emperor—otherwise, he wouldn’t have secretly dispatched the Slaughter God Camp to kill me.
For now, Ning Xiaochuan pushed these thoughts aside and focused entirely on healing.
Eight thousand kilometers away, in Tianlai Ancient City— The ancient city walls had been shattered, a massive breach torn open. Hundreds of Chilling and Desolate Spirits flew through the air, wailing like ghosts.
The entire Tianlai Ancient City was shrouded in a Dark Cloud, the sky and earth darkened, the streets running with blood.
"What kind of monster is that?"
"Could it be a Corpse Fiend?"
"Since when do Corpse Fiends get that strong? Even the Demon Sect Saintess was injured by it!"
"If it stays in Tianlai Ancient City, it won’t be long before the whole place turns into a dead city... Ah—! Help! My heart—!"
Before the Martial Artist could finish speaking, a disheveled Elderly Man tore out his heart.
The Elderly Man stuffed the bloody organ into his mouth, chewing with wet, smacking sounds.
His face withered rapidly, flesh visibly dehydrating as his forehead, cheekbones, and jaw protruded grotesquely, like a skull barely covered by skin—utterly terrifying.
Most horrifying of all was the hollow cavity in his chest.
His heart had been taken by some unknown creature, proving he had long been dead.
He was a reanimated corpse.
The Demon Sect Saintess was severely injured, with a horrifying claw wound on her back, from which black Chilling and Desolate Energy seeped out. Had her cultivation not been sufficiently high, she would have long been corrupted by the energy, losing her sanity.
"Thud, thud."
The reanimated corpse stepped toward her, its claws sharp as blades, slashing toward her neck.
The Demon Sect Saintess unleashed a flurry of white snowflakes from her palm, freezing its claws. Her slender, graceful figure flipped backward, landing atop the 30-meter-high city wall.
"Crack!"
The reanimated corpse shattered the ice, then struck the wall with a palm, toppling it. A Great Palm Strike sent the Demon Sect Saintess flying.
The corpse let out a long howl, lunging to tear out her heart.
"Ding, ding!"
A green bell flew from the sky, slamming into the corpse and sending it flying.
The bell chimed as it spun midair before returning to Duanmu Linye's palm.
"Boom!"
Duanmu Linye landed firmly on the ground, standing tall, his hand holding the Seventh-grade Mystic Artifact, the Corpse-Suppressing Bell. He glared at the corpse and said, "Shang Pojun, since you’ve already fallen, you should rest peacefully in your coffin. Your heart was taken, yet you run around trying to rip out others’—this is your mistake."
The corpse's eyes glowed green as it howled again, spewing ink-black corpse mist from its body, surging violently toward Duanmu Linye.
Duanmu Linye had come prepared, bringing the Corpse-Suppressing Bell specifically to subdue it.
The bell struck the corpse’s head, emitting a soul-shaking chime, suppressing it fiercely.
The corpse writhed in agony, its veins bulging into dense blood patterns across its body. With a forceful strike, it knocked the bell away and slashed at Duanmu Linye’s chest.
Duanmu Linye’s expression darkened slightly—even the Corpse-Suppressing Bell couldn’t restrain it.
Its mutation had grown far too severe.
Duanmu Linye exchanged a palm strike with the corpse, but a surge of immense Yin Evil energy invaded his arm, forcing him back.
"How is it this strong? Even you were pushed back," the Fox Immortal Dao Leader remarked, arriving atop a broken wall.
Her figure was enchanting—her neck, jade-like waist, and legs adorned with flowing white silk ribbons, her bare feet adding to her alluring charm.
Any other Martial Artist would have been utterly bewitched by her seductive aura.
Yet Duanmu Linye didn’t spare her a single glance, his cold gaze fixed on the frenzied corpse. "It’s even more terrifying than when it was alive. There’s a strange power in its corpse that can freeze a Martial Artist’s vital energy."
"Let’s join forces to suppress it and bring it back for the Demon Emperor to investigate," the Fox Immortal Dao Leader suggested, summoning a Mystic Artifact—a green jade fan, no larger than a palm, yet radiating immense power.
This was a Ninth-grade Mystic Artifact, the Green Jade Fan—a treasure of the Fox Immortal Dao.
The Fox Immortal Dao Leader and Duanmu Linye attacked simultaneously, aiming to subdue the corpse.
"Boom—!"
The battle erupted, shattering half of Tianlai Ancient City, with one district collapsing into the underground world.
The earth trembled violently, a massive fissure spreading from the city’s center, stretching endlessly toward the horizon.
"Boom!"
The Fox Immortal Dao Leader was sent flying backward, her jade-white palm turning pitch-black as Corpse Poison invaded it.
Duanmu Linye was also flung out of Tianlai Ancient City, his Corpse-Suppressing Bell shattered into useless fragments that clattered to the ground.
The reanimated corpse was too powerful—even their combined efforts could not suppress it.
"Roar!"
The corpse leaped from the ruined ancient city, landing heavily and stomping a massive crater into the ground. Its body was covered in Yin Evil, its eyes blood-red, and long fangs grew from its mouth.
The Fox Immortal Dao Leader and Duanmu Linye attacked again, unleashing their full Martial Venerable strength in a furious assault.
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