Inner Demons

Chapter 190: Go Away

These cruel and sinister words are squeezed out of the giant beast's mouth, one word at a time. But Yue Yunzi no longer dares to respond with a sneer.

Because he has now realized that every word this terrifying enemy says could be more than just a threat. Although he doesn't know how this Dragon's Son, who has just advanced to the True Realm, can kill a Master's soul, he already knows that something even more impossible happened just half an hour ago.

This Li Yunxin, right under his nose, set up a plan that he knew nothing about, and with his original Manifestation Realm cultivation, he destroyed the body of an Enlightened Master who had cultivated for decades!

In his known history, nothing like this has ever happened.

He has finally learned his lesson. But that doesn't mean he will give in. The path of cultivation is full of hardships and obstacles. If he were to become dispirited and beg for mercy because of this, he would never have cultivated to the Master Realm.

Yue Yunzi's soul raises his eyebrows. His expression and appearance are almost the same as when he was alive, but he is clearly more easily angered, because the obsession with revenge is interfering with his consciousness. He is almost an ordinary person through and through.

"It's not over yet." The ghost says through gritted teeth. "There's still a Master from the Sword Sect, and he will take the news out. I don't believe you can kill a second Master!"

"My Daoist Orthodoxy—will never believe the wild words of a cunning demon!" The ghost's eyes dart around, and he suddenly laughs loudly. "I will become a martyr, and my Daoist Orthodoxy will be at war with you for eternity!"

"What kind of method did you use to take over that Dragon's Son? Hmm? Hehe, my Daoist Orthodoxy will think you are a demon, and that demon… that Dragon Clan will also come after you for revenge! You will never have peace!"

"Hmm…" The Dragon's Son nods slightly. Its head is so huge compared to the Daoist priest's soul that the clouds and mist that are stirred up by its nod are like a raging sea, engulfing the soul. After two breaths, the clouds and mist recede, and the ghost's body is surrounded by strands of white vapor, as if it has just emerged from the sea."Killing one Master is indeed my limit." Li Yunxin says in a sincere but satisfied tone. "From the first day you came to Weicheng, I have been thinking about how to get rid of you. I have changed my plan many times, and it is thanks to you being a smart person who is unwilling to use pure violence to solve the problem that we have come to this situation."

"A Master from the Sword Sect… I really can't deal with him so easily. Because I learned a little about the Daoist Orthodoxy's ways from Liu Ling, and that's how I was able to deal with you. As for the Sword Sect… I'm not very familiar with it."

But the giant beast's huge golden eyes turn, and it suddenly lets out a sinister laugh. "Jie, jie, jie, jie… But do you think I don't have any helpers?!"

The ghost seems to get even more angry and agitated when it sees his smug expression. It points a hand toward Weicheng. "That Ghost Emperor?! Hmph, he is only at the True Realm, and a Ghost Emperor at that! He can't fight a Sword Sect Master. Even with you, that Sword Sect's Tongfengzi can still get away!"

"Fool." Li Yunxin lets out a cold snort, his voice like a muffled thunder. "Look to the north of Yeyuan Mountain, thirty miles outside of Weicheng, and see what you see?!"

The ghost follows his instructions, and without asking how he knows the situation there, he uses all his sight to look in that direction.

Then his eyes widen.

…

…

Thirty miles outside Weicheng, on Yeyuan Mountain.

The rain is misty.

This area is already outside of Weicheng Prefecture, and the wildfire from two months ago on Yeyuan Mountain did not affect this area.

The aftermath of the rain clouds above Weicheng a hundred miles away has graced this place, but what has come is not a heavy downpour, but a fine drizzle that makes one feel relaxed.

People with a refined taste would use an oil-paper umbrella to go out in this weather, or simply enjoy the feeling of the rain soaking their skin.

But there is a person who doesn't seem to like the rain at all, or being wet.

A white-robed girl with her hair loosely tied behind her head and a simple wooden hairpin in it is standing in a wooden courier station on the side of the road.

But her small donkey with its shiny, lustrous fur is standing in the rain on the other side of the road, eating the tender grass with tiny water droplets on it, looking very pleased.

The roof of the courier station is covered with green vines, and the walls have moss growing on them.

The fine rain slowly forms puddles on the muddy ground outside the station, and the puddles extend into thin streams, soaking the ground inside the station.

But the water is afraid of this girl—it avoids her.

Bai Yunxin holds a leash in her hand. Together with the small black donkey on the other side of the road, they have formed a line across the middle of the road.

She stares silently into the distance. In the distance are lush, light green mountains, a winding, muddy road, and wild grass with blooming flowers on the side of the road.

And in the sky behind her, thunder is rolling and golden light is shining—but she doesn't seem to see it.

She even looks a little angry.

She stands there in silence for a very long time, until the thunder and lightning finally subside, and until she feels the terrifying ghostly aura rising into the sky from a hundred miles away. Only then does she frown slightly.

"It stinks."

And at this time, the person she is waiting for finally arrives.

The person who arrives is a Sword Cultivator.

He rides a flying sword and travels through the air.

He turns into a flash of light from the horizon and leaves a long trail of clouds in the sky.

But the trail of clouds abruptly stops at the courier station on this road.

The Sword Cultivator who was riding a sword in the sky is gone. In the next moment, a young man with a sword on his back walks out from the wild grass on the side of the road, and he even picks a small white flower and puts it in his Daoist bun.

He looks young and handsome, like he is in his teens. But cultivators have ways to maintain their appearance, and no one would truly believe that a Master is only in his teens.

This Sword Sect Master, whose Daoist name is Tongfengzi, walks with a smile to the courier station and stops in front of the leash that is stretched across the road.

He looks at Bai Yunxin, then at the small black donkey. Then he extends a finger and flicks the leash.

The drops of water that were hanging precariously on the rope are flicked off by him.

Then he hears the white-robed girl, in a clear and soft voice like the call of a crane, say three words to him in this romantic and beautiful weather.

"Cross the line, die."

The young-looking Sword Cultivator blinks and spreads his hands awkwardly. "Uh… Miss Bai, I was asked to come here by someone—"

Bai Yunxin slowly raises her head and looks at him.

Her eyes, which were originally a clear black and white, suddenly turn a pure black.

The Sword Cultivator quickly takes three steps back and says, "Alright, alright, alright. Don't be angry, I won't go."

As he says this, he looks up at the sky above Weicheng. After looking for a while, he narrows his eyes. "It seems there's no more advantage to be gained."

Then he seems to cup his hands toward someone in the sky over there and says with a playful, apologizing smile, "…I'm sorry."

Bai Yunxin does not look at him. She still stands in silence in the station.

However, the Sword Cultivator does not leave.

The Sword Cultivator stares at the girl for a while, and the girl does not react. It is not until the Sword Cultivator's hair is soaked by the fine rain that he scratches his neck. "Uh… Miss Bai, I heard that your Feather Robe has fallen into the hands of the Lord of Dongting."

Bai Yunxin turns her head expressionlessly to look at him, and then she suddenly smiles brilliantly, filling the space with light. "What, you want my Feather Robe?"

The Sword Cultivator quickly waves his hands. "How could I dare? It's known that a thousand years ago, Miss Bai said that whoever can snatch the Feather Robe from your side would… would…"

"Alas, I don't want to snatch your Feather Robe from you, only to be chased back to my mountain and torn to pieces by you because the person who took it was not the person you liked."

The smile on Bai Yunxin's face suddenly vanishes, and she returns to her peaceful state.

"Then get lost."

But the Sword Cultivator still does not leave. He just says playfully, "Oh, then who is so important this time to have Miss Bai here…"

Before he can finish speaking, the girl's expression suddenly changes. Without any warning, she suddenly raises her hand.

A sharp buzzing sound immediately rings in the void, and a line of feather-like illusions follows her sleeve and rushes toward the True Realm Sword Cultivator!

Tongfengzi's face immediately changes. Without any action, a flying sword behind him shoots out with a "clang" and protects him in front, taking the full force of the attack.

With just one hit, he is sent flying.

The Sword Cultivator carries a rolling wave of air, sparks, and an astonishing spiritual energy fluctuation. He is violently flung from the front of the courier station to a very, very far away distant green mountain. After a long while…

A broken piece of a sword tip howls and flies over, landing on the barren Yeyuan Mountain.

It instantly shears off the top of the mountain, which is more than two hundred feet high.

And Yue Yunzi's soul witnesses all of this.

"Your helper is a smart person." Li Yunxin says with a cold laugh.

The ghost's pale face turns black. He stares at that Bai Yunxin with bared teeth and then stares at Li Yunxin. "How can that demon woman help you?! What kind of secret deals do you two have? Aiya, aiya, aiya… you're making me so angry!!"

The anger causes his body to slowly swell, like a rapidly inflating middle-aged person. "What's the deal with that Emperor of Ye?! This is a nightmare. Wa, ya, ya, ya… you think too highly of yourself! I'm telling you! Do you think you can rest easy after driving him away?!"

"That coward is only an Enlightened Master! My Langya Grotto-Heaven's Sect Master—do you know who that Sect Master is?! A Great Accomplishment Profound Realm Grotto-heaven Sect Master! Kun Wuzi! Kun Wuzi, who is about to advance to the Broad Life Profound Realm—is also here! He is only a thousand miles away from Weicheng!!"

"When he comes, hehe, hahaha, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, you will not be able to escape—he will know everything! Hmph, heh, heh, hahaha…"

Li Yunxin slowly leans his head back. If he were still in his human form, his expression would be one of a frown, and a slight sense of surprise.

In just two or three moments, the tone of Yue Yunzi's ghost has become more and more familiar.

This makes him think of San Hua.

The ghost's rationality is quickly disappearing. Li Yunxin is not sure if this is because his formation is restricting his Daoist Arts and making him unable to maintain his consciousness.

This is not a good sign and is not part of his plan. What he needs is a Master's soul who, although irrational and stubborn, still has a conscious mind and can remember many things, not a confused and muddled ghost!

It is at this time, just as Li Yunxin is about to do something, that a human figure quickly forms in the rain.

The rainwater gathers together to form the outline of a middle-aged man. The outline is then filled with color, becoming vivid and lifelike. After one breath, the figure is completely solid, and his robe sleeves rustle in the wind.

The person who has arrived is wearing an Eight Treasures Purple-Gold Crown and a robe with a flowing cloud design. He has a long beard, a high nose, and phoenix-like eyes—he is a rarely seen handsome man.

As soon as Yue Yunzi's soul sees this person, he immediately shouts and yells.

"Sect—Master!" The demeanor and composure that this former Enlightened Master should have are all gone. He is more like a spoiled child. He is so happy that he gesticulates with his hands and even wants to rush over and give the other party a hug.

But he is a ghost, and the Daoist in front of him, who is only one step away from the peak of the Profound Realm, is only a clone made of rainwater. So the two figures pass through each other, and they do not hug.

However, the ghost's joy does not diminish at all. He abruptly turns to look at Li Yunxin, and a cruel and resentful expression appears on his face. "Sect Master! Kill him! Kill him! Yikes! Avenge me! I am—"

The Sect Master of the Daoist Orthodoxy's Langya Grotto-Heaven, the Great Accomplishment Profound Realm cultivator Kun Wuzi, slightly raises his hand and presses it down.

The ghost is immediately frozen in place, unable to move. He knows that the Sect Master is very unhappy now, and even though he has a lot of things he wants to say in his heart, he has to keep quiet for now.

The Profound Realm Daoist priest carefully examines the giant beast in the distance, which is like a mountain. After looking for a while, he raises his hand and bows politely, asking, "Wei River Dragon King, why did you kill a cultivator from my Daoist Orthodoxy?"

Clouds and mist suddenly completely envelop the divine beast. In an instant, the clouds and mist disperse.

Li Yunxin's true form is revealed.

He is wearing a white robe, which is simple but not shabby. The robe rustles in the wind, and his appearance and demeanor are in no way inferior.

"I am Li Yunxin, and I am also the Wei River Dragon King." He looks at Kun Wuzi and says in a deep voice, "Sect Master, have you heard the name Li Yunxin?"

"It is said that Ling'er died by your hand. Of course, I have heard of it."

Li Yunxin is slightly stunned and quickly glances at Yue Yunzi's soul on the side.

The ghost looks very uneasy at this moment.

He immediately makes a quick deduction in his mind based on these limited details and comes to an unexpected conclusion.

Lingkongzi knows his true identity, and Yue Yunzi also knows his true identity… but this Sect Master, the master of the Grotto-heaven, does not!

This is strange.

But now is not the time to think about this in detail.

He needs to… test the waters with this Profound Realm cultivator.

A Great Accomplishment Profound Realm!

"Then we have something to talk about." He temporarily buries the doubts in his heart. He extends his hand, and a folding fan appears in his palm. But this Tear Bamboo Bone fan is no longer a blank piece of paper. There is a landscape painting on the fan.

The first time Yue Yunzi walked out of the Profound Light Precious Mirror, Li Yunxin was painting this landscape on a wicker chair.

Then he swipes the fan, and a ray of clear light immediately appears in his hand. He then flips his wrist, frowns and thinks for a while, and then he lets out a low shout. "Appear!"

That ray of clear light immediately expands into a round, golden halo of moonlight.

Then this halo of moonlight floats in the air, and Li Yunxin steps onto the surface of the moon. He then pulls a wicker chair out of the fan, sits down comfortably, and lets out a sigh of relief with a smile. "After all, I have just advanced to the True Realm. I can't compare to you two old drivers. Flying on my own is still a bit strenuous. So please forgive my impudence."

Yue Yunzi's ghost stares blankly at the halo of moonlight under Li Yunxin's feet for a while and finally cannot help but shout, "That's my Profound Light Precious Mirror?! How can you control it?!"