novelraw Chapter 116 : Blood Gown
Chapter 116 : Blood Gown
Chapter 116: Blood Gown
“How miserable you look, with only half a body left. Oh, you were severed by Ming, weren’t you? This half of your body is bound by the seal and cannot leave, is that right?”
Lu Changyuan showed a mocking smile, lowering his gaze to sweep over the Blood Demon’s mangled remains.
The Blood Demon’s body trembled violently. That twisted worm-head let out a roar filled with hatred, murky blood foam splattering from its fetid fangs.
It remembered that face—and even more, remembered how the owner of that very face had carried the Nether Lord across ten thousand miles, coming to this place where it had been sealed for ten thousand years, destroying its perfect Jade Radiance.
The Blood Demon’s fury surged to the heavens. Scarlet tentacles proliferated madly from its squirming body, reeking of spiritual corrosion. They shot out like countless spears tearing through the air, thrusting viciously toward Lu Changyuan.
The Nether Lord had used the method of Jade Radiance to split the “Ming” character—symbol of her authority—into two, forging them into twin chains that suppressed both halves of its body. Yet the Blood Demon had been cunning beyond measure; through secret means, it forcibly reassembled the divided “Ming,” fusing it into one half of its body, allowing the other half to escape. But precisely because of that, the abandoned half had lost most of its power and fallen from the realm of Jade Radiance.
Even so, the current Blood Demon was not one that Lu Changyuan—who had yet to step into the Fifth Realm—could contend with. The only reason it was so disheveled now was because Lu Changyuan had caught it off guard.
Last time, if not for the Nether Lord’s intervention, it would have already devoured both this Guardian Spirit and his master. This time, with the Nether Lord weakened, the Guardian Spirit was fated to die in its mouth.
That wrath and hatred spanning ten thousand years—it would pour it all upon these two!
Crack!
A sound sharp enough to set one’s teeth on edge.
The Blood Demon screamed in even greater agony. The tentacle it had just extended was torn off by an invisible force; thick demonic blood splattered outward, and the severed end twitched madly with countless blood threads like dying insects.
Lu Changyuan’s lips curled upward, his grin chilling to behold.
“What’s wrong? Feeling wronged for being imprisoned? We’re only just getting started. Take a guess—why didn’t Ming kill you back then, but merely suppress you beneath Mount Long? Even if she didn’t have time at that moment, later she surely could have found the time to give every part of you its own death—truly and completely killing you.”
When the master of the Dao of Death wished to kill, few things could stop it—especially when the Nether Lord had already attained Jade Radiance.
The Blood Demon froze in place, seized by a primal fear deep in its very life force.
It could feel its vitality inexplicably draining away—and what horrified it even more was that the torn tentacle, clutched in Lu Changyuan’s hand, was rapidly melting and dissolving, until it turned into a shriveled husk, which Lu Changyuan casually tossed aside.
“Disgusting, sure—but I’ve never been a picky eater.”
Lu Changyuan lifted Severed Thought, and the Five Desires and Six Dusts Mind-Transforming Technique whirled madly within him. In his crimson pupils, a crazed hunger bloomed.
An inexplicable dread flooded the Blood Demon. It was the same as in the ancient days—the weak always became the food of the strong, devoured whole, flesh and bone alike.
The Blood Clan, when encountering a predator, had reacted just as it did now before Lu Changyuan—trembling uncontrollably, helplessly watching as their bodies were cracked open and their marrow sucked dry.
But that was impossible. Its realm was clearly higher than his.
Lu Changyuan gave it the answer.
In an instant—
His figure shot forward, appearing before the Blood Demon’s colossal half-body. The Blood Demon found that it could not move at all; some unknown force had pressed its worm head down, forcing it to the stone floor, as if awaiting its noon-hour execution.
Above its head, the “Ming” character glowed faintly.
The seal of the Nether Lord, long since eroded after three thousand years of Spirit Clan sacrifice, reappeared under the name of Feather, weaving itself into a net that tightly bound the Blood Demon once more.
The Blood Demon roared furiously. Its main body was pinned by the “Ming” character, but in its rage, its massive tentacles lashed out again—not toward Lu Changyuan, but toward Lan Xi, who lay not far away, grievously wounded by the Little Fairy.
Before Lan Xi could even cry out, his body shriveled in an instant, his blood drained dry—becoming nourishment for the Blood Demon’s life force.
Having devoured Lan Xi, the Blood Demon jerked its head upward, as if to fight Lu Changyuan to the death.
But unfortunately—
The dull, wet sound of a blade piercing flesh tore through the night, and the Blood Moon dispersed.
The Blood Demon heard the handsome young man’s voice say, “Tang’er, lend me a hand. I’ll eat a bit—you help me digest it with the Dao of Time.”
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Far off at the coast below Mount Long, a small boat drifted slowly toward the mountain—yet at that moment, it came to a halt, no longer advancing.
On the boat stood four or five cultivators, most cloaked in black robes with obscured faces. Among them, the most striking was a cultivator with only one arm and one leg, the missing limbs replaced with mechanical constructs forged of steel, looking much like inventions from the Luban Palace.
“The seal of Mount Long has opened. The Blood Moon has vanished, and the Blood Path no longer shows itself. Are we still going?”
It was the one-armed, one-legged cultivator who spoke.
He continued, “I sense the aura of Dawning Sun there—and more than one. What our master desired has most likely already been taken. There’s no need to go any further.”
Someone replied, “Elder Zhen speaks reason.”
This one-armed, one-legged man was none other than Elder Zhen. He had fitted himself with prosthetic limbs; though they did not hinder him much in daily movement, every time it rained, his severed hand would ache faintly.
He could only sigh at how ruthless the women of the cultivation world were—each more vicious than the last. He would have to break through to Dawning Sun to regenerate his limbs, but with an incomplete Dao body, breaking through was nothing short of impossible.
Thus, he could only slowly grind away at the residual Dao traces left by Su Youwan and True Person Han Yi.
A rushing wind swept by—the sky above Mount Long split open as a small palanquin flew out, bearing the insignia of the White Domain Dao Sect.
“Then let’s return,” said the leader—a woman not dressed in a black robe. The corners of her seductive lips curled into a smile, her voice sweet and bone-chilling. “Since we can’t have it, then neither can anyone else. Let’s head back early and prepare for the matter of the Dragon-Bone Transformation.”
The Blood Demon Palace was indeed powerful, and its master a Jade Radiance cultivator, but even so, they dared not easily provoke the White Domain Dao Sect.
After all, if Jiang Jiayi had another of her fits and came to purge demons again, what would they do?
It was said that when Jiang Jiayi had once dueled the Buddha Lord of the Food-Buddha Temple, it took her less than an hour to shatter the opponent’s Buddha Heart.
Elder Zhen nodded, not daring to look directly at the leading woman. Compared to Blood Smoke Rakshasa, he feared this young woman holding a long whip even more.
She was Blood Smoke Rakshasa’s half-sister—Blood Gown—at the Fourth Realm, Heavenly Authority Stage.
Blood Gown said coolly, “The matter of the Dragon-Bone Transformation is of utmost importance. We must not be careless.”
Compared to the capricious Blood Smoke Rakshasa, Blood Gown was far steadier—steadily cruel.
Elder Zhen sighed. Blood Smoke Rakshasa’s decision to sever ties with the Blood Demon Palace had caused stormy upheavals. Without a Young Master, the palace knew no peace.
Once, Blood Smoke Rakshasa’s excellence had made others shrink in fear. Now that he had relinquished his position, the other twenty-some offspring had all begun to stir, throwing the palace into chaos.
Elder Zhen was still only at the Fifth Realm, Heavenly Balance—a most awkward position: qualified to sit at the table, but not to stand above the factions. Thus, he had no choice but to place his bet—on Blood Gown becoming the next Young Master.
Ah…
Why did the Young Master Blood Smoke Rakshasa have to quit? How was he supposed to claim credit for losing his limbs for Blood Smoke Rakshasa’s sake?
Poor Elder Zhen could only sigh in frustration.