Inner Demons

Chapter 94: Self-Destruction of Foundation

So Li Yunxin did not dodge either.

Being cautious is a good thing. But if caution reaches the point of not taking any risks, then it becomes cowardice.

White Yama King's hand...

Slipped through Li Yunxin's body without any obstruction. He desperately wanted to dart away, but still forced himself to stand there.

Because he had an inexplicable fondness for these Black and White Yama Kings.

Many times, "inexplicable fondness" or "sixth sense" are actually the work of the subconscious, not without basis.

For example, someone leaves home and inexplicably feels that something good will happen today. So they arrive at the company and are informed of a promotion—they might think, "Oh my god, a sixth sense! Good luck has fallen upon me."

But in reality, before this, perhaps they already knew that there would be personnel changes at the company, perhaps a superior had praised them, or perhaps a colleague with inside information had shown them favor.

Their conscious mind did not summarize and categorize these things, but at the subconscious level, these clues were connected. Therefore, when they left home, they had already anticipated this outcome...

People call it "sixth sense."Li Yunxin couldn't say why he had a fondness for White Yama King, why he trusted him. But he understood that such a subtle and significant fondness must be the result of a subconscious analysis that he hadn't noticed.

His premonitions were always accurate, so he allowed that hand to pass through his body... feeling a burst of heat.

But it only lasted for a moment before White Yama King withdrew his hand and shrieked, "You young whelp, oh, do you know your life won't last long?!"

If anyone else had said that, Li Yunxin would have just smiled faintly.

But coming from the Yama King who presided over life and death...

Li Yunxin immediately frowned: "...What do you mean by that?"

White Yama King stared at him, his pure black eyes like two bottomless pits. In his urgency, he lifted his tongue to speak more fluently: "You young whelp, you truly don't know the consequences! How do you think you see me? Although you are a soul from who knows where, you were born into a human body. Since you are a human body, why don't you cultivate Heavenly Dao Spiritual Power properly?!"

"Yet now you receive the incense and worship of the masses! How can that incense and votive power be obtained by your human body! Your Snow Mountain Qi Sea is already riddled with holes and not far from the dispersal of your cultivation and death!!"

Li Yunxin's expression subtly changed. He composed himself and said, "I do know about this. But what if I slowly replace the Spiritual Power in my body with votive power and reshape my Snow Mountain Qi Sea? If I no longer cultivate the Celestial Heart Orthodox Law and switch to Divine Dao instead—is that not permissible?"

"Tsk tsk, you young whelp are truly a newborn calf! Do you think this method hasn't been thought of by predecessors?!" White Yama King's voice grew sharper, "This method is possible. But a human body cannot use that votive power! Your Snow Mountain Qi Sea is like a stone walled house, and that votive power is like loose sand!"

"Now your big house is sealed, and you are slowly replacing the stone with loose sand. For a while, this big house won't collapse, and you can also use some Spiritual Power, feeling as if you've unlocked some seals. But in the future, if you receive too much votive power—how can loose sand support a big house?! You're not a spirit monster or a divine beast! Has no one taught you such common knowledge of cultivation?!"

Li Yunxin was silent. He stood under the tree and thought for a while, then sighed helplessly: "No one taught me. They're all professors. Who would teach me that one plus one equals two."

"Then, what if I stop absorbing those votive powers now?"

"Your foundation has already been destroyed by yourself! This life, will also be like this!"

"Holy crap..." Li Yunxin rubbed his forehead, "This is playing a bit too big. Then... do you have any methods? You're so knowledgeable, can you give me some advice?"

White Yama King stared at him again, "Tsk tsk... you young whelp. It's one thing not to fear me, but now you even want to take advantage of me..."

There's a way...

Li Yunxin smiled inwardly, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Black and White Yama Kings. Not just any demons or ghosts—they control the life and death of the entire world. How could such beings casually concern themselves with the life and death of any random person?

To say that White Yama King simply saw him and, out of curiosity, said all this—that would be as laughable as the Chairman in his era seeing someone on the street who was owed wages and eagerly following them to demand the money.

"Because we've met before," Li Yunxin's mood improved, "Last time, you didn't collect the souls of those who died because of me. You also mentioned a senior. After all these days, I've been thinking... that senior... couldn't be the Painting Saint, could it?"

He finished speaking and took another bite of the cake.

White Yama King gasped, "You young whelp, you still have the mind to eat cake! You are incredibly bold!"

Li Yunxin spread his hand: "Otherwise, what? It's still up to you. In fact, I'm quite curious... You... what happened with that person before? Why didn't you collect me?"

"Doesn't this mean that even if I accidentally die, I don't need to be afraid?"

"Heh..." White Yama King scoffed, "If you die, even if I don't collect you, you'll just be a wild ghost who has lost its wits. What good is that?"

"Oh..." Li Yunxin thought for a moment, "Fine. Then I guess I'm out of luck."

After saying that, he held the cake and continued walking forward.

After three or four steps, he heard White Yama King call out, "You young whelp, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Man, there is always one death. Some weigh heavier than Mount Tai, others lighter than a feather," Li Yunxin said indistinctly while chewing, "I just took in a Great Ghost today, with hundreds of years of cultivation, and it feels like it's living quite freely. Since there's no way... and you definitely won't collect me when I die, then wandering aimlessly for a few hundred years and becoming a Ghost King wouldn't be bad. At that time, if I show my face, everyone will fear me—then I can cultivate Divine Dao and receive votive power again, right? What's there to be afraid of?"

This busy White Yama King wouldn't be saying all this to him for no reason.

Li Yunxin knew that White Yama King must have something to ask of him. This request seemed to necessitate one condition... he couldn't die.

This White Yama King is a bit foolish. If it were him doing this, he would definitely make the other party grateful while also making many promises. Not like now...

A flash, and White Yama King blocked him.

This confirmed Li Yunxin's guess.

The first time they met, the Black and White Yama Kings said they wouldn't collect his soul, nor the souls of those around him—fearing that "the devil who caused chaos in Senluo Hall" would cause more trouble. And Li Yunxin knew that the only difference between him and everyone else in this world, to the Black and White Yama Kings, was...

His situation was very similar to that of the Painting Saint.

Given that, the devil they spoke of was most likely the Painting Saint.

That senior, truly amazing...

To have even messed with the Underworld...

Li Yunxin stopped: "Huh?"

"You young whelp are quite cunning," White Yama King said huffily, "But don't think I have no way to deal with you. It's just that I don't want to be distracted lately, and I'm too lazy to bother, so I haven't bothered with you."

"I know that," Li Yunxin said, "So... since you've stopped me again—is there a way?"