Inner Demons

Chapter 108: Clouds Follow the Dragon

The old man's astonishment still lingered on his face as Li Yunxin tilted his head towards the sky.

The originally clear night sky rapidly dimmed, rolling thick clouds pushed by fierce wind quickly obscuring stars and moon. These rain clouds pressed extremely low, as if one could touch them by standing on the roof, standing on tiptoes, and stretching out arms.

But Li Yunxin knew such clouds were at least a thousand meters above ground.

He squinted to look, but couldn't see. So he put together his middle and index fingers, brushed over his eyes once. Votive power mixed with impure spiritual power infused his eyes, he finally saw the thing inside the thick clouds a thousand meters thick.

He stared for a good while, finally let out a long breath: "Still... acceptable ah."

“Not as ugly as I imagined.”

In his original world, the allusion of the dragon having nine sons said "Dragons are lustful by nature"—might mate with whatever strange animal seen on the road. The Dragon Sons born from the dragon and that animal, totaled nine.

Therefore he was very unsure... what the original form of that Ninth Prince Chiwen looked like. Actually he wasn't even sure what the "Divine Dragon" that really existed looked like.

But at this moment, finally saw it.

Above a thousand meters high sky, inside clouds churning endlessly with electric light shooting in all directions, a giant beast like a dragon or flood dragon was rushing towards Weicheng. Said Chiwen had dragon head fish body. But its actual appearance, body extremely long—roughly looking, almost no different from the "Dragon" in his heart. But, looking closely in the looming electric light, could still see, what grew on its back was a long dorsal fin, not dragon mane.

Yet even so, it still had a dragon head.

Truly, antlers like staghorn coral, shining with brilliance in the flickering electric light. Extremely long, looking extremely soft and tough two long whiskers floating by the body side, also having pale golden precious light.

Its double horns were dark iron blue color, but its mane was snow white color—

Li Yunxin watched like this for a while longer, smiled slightly surprised: "This color scheme is really trendy enough."

After the first drop of rain fell, soon a torrential rain poured down. Li Yunxin watched this Dragon Son "conjuring clouds and rain" for the first time—every time it breathed heavily, clouds and mist rose from its nostrils, expanding in the wind, turning into rain clouds too thick to dissolve.

Every time it shook its body, threads of electric snakes darted out from between scales, rolling across the dark heavy cloud layer.

Coming with wind and thunder like this, by the time Li Yunxin said three sentences, the rain had soaked him completely.

But he wiped his face, laughed loudly: "Satisfying!"

Then waved towards the room: "Sword come!"

Voice fell, a bolt of electric light cut through the heavy night, shot straight into his palm.

Li Yunxin gripped this sword gifted by Bai Yunxin, flung it casually, horizontal in front of body, knelt back down on the mat accumulated with rainwater, closed eyes.

Old Daoist Liu stared blankly at him doing all this, also accompanying him in the rain. Asked only when he knelt: "Brother Xin what are you... doing?"

“Watching tigers fight.” He said. But the old Daoist couldn't hear what he said in this rain sound—actually couldn't hear anyway.

After Li Yunxin finished speaking, he flung his robe sleeve, a gentle force knocked the old Daoist unconscious, carrying the whole person crashing into the room.

Afterwards, Li Yunxin gripped the sword hilt horizontal before his knees again, sat motionless in the torrential rain.

Three breaths later, the entire Weicheng was enveloped in water vapor.

Li Yunxin heard the sound of treading water.

White-clothed Lingkongzi appeared dignified and plain as always. Her hair soft, fabric dry. Not a drop of rain could touch her body, all isolated by artifacts.

She walked to Li Yunxin's side, looked at the cups filled with rainwater, the thin bamboo bent by beating, the bowl lotus almost submerged, before casting gaze on Li Yunxin's hand.

The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. Actually Li Yunxin's whole person also seemed afraid of cold, trembling slightly in this torrential rain.

So she asked: "I don't often see cultivators tremble. You are afraid?"

But Li Yunxin's voice was calm as usual, like chatting in a warm breezy afternoon, without a trace of tremble: "Because of pain."

“Oh.” Lingkongzi nodded.

“You are already on the verge of cultivation scattering and death.”

“Especially rain like tonight—everyone will think... 'Lord Dragon King' is angry words like that. But coincidentally the original Dragon King statue in the temple was replaced by yours. Saying so, you also left some Dragon Son's aura in that statue. Thinking of him in heart, actually also thinking of you.”

Li Yunxin took a deep breath of air saturated with water vapor, opened eyes slightly, surprised to find Lingkongzi also knelt opposite him. So smiled: "You have a lot of words today. Talking much, either proud, or fear. You are the latter. Worrying about what?"

Lingkongzi looked up slightly towards the sky, said: "You did many things these days."

“That day, I believed seventy percent of what you said. But you did these things these days, I can only believe thirty percent. I thought for three days, didn't figure out what exactly you want to do.”

“But none of these matter. Weicheng has been laid with a Death Curse by me. As soon as I think, no one can escape. If you plan to... fake death, then try cultivating the Divine Ghost Path, then I can tell you now—this Death Curse can also kill souls.”

“So if you turn back now, give up, still have time.”

Li Yunxin was silent for a while, opened eyes looking at her: "The things I did, the words I said, were originally easy to cause misunderstanding. I said I indeed just experienced the last happy times of being human these three days, you definitely don't believe."

“And a person like you, heaven's favored child, always confident in yourself. Have your own worldview, logical system, judgment standards. Everything I said is just providing reference for you. Therefore... impossible for you to put down your heart—before seeing me die.”

“The Dragon Son is the same.”

Li Yunxin raised head with difficulty in the heavy rain, looking at the sky.

That Dragon Son was hovering over Weicheng, seemed to be looking for them, also seemed, to be arranging something.

“I told him I would help him, but he is doing this now. Short time so much terrified Votive Power gathering on me, I will become very painful, ability greatly discounted. So he... actually doesn't fully believe my words either.”

“You two say believe me, but actually don't believe me. But doesn't matter... the moment you see my soul fly and scatter, can't doubt anymore.”

Li Yunxin speaking, grabbed that kind of slender white small sword with hands trembling more and more severely: "Since you have confidence in yourself, still waiting for what?"

Seemed because really painful, his hand slid towards the edge when gripping the sword.

The extremely sharp blade easily cut his hand, cut off his little finger like cutting tofu—

And Li Yunxin... actually revealed some kind of slight, relieved expression on his face!

So Lingkongzi realized...

He really hurt. Hurt to the point that the pain of finger being cut off, then poured with rainwater, compared to it, seemed like an enjoyment!