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Chapter 409: The Spirit Emperor Escapes
Chapter 409: The Spirit Emperor Escapes
"A sect's treasure has been stolen, and I wish to undertake the cleansing ritual once more. If the Patriarch deems my actions inappropriate, I humbly await your decree to dispel my confusion."
As the incense burned, filling the air with its fragrant smoke, the towering statue remained silent, offering no response.
The old dog respectfully raised its front paw and said, "Since the Patriarch has agreed, I accept this mission."
Amidst the curling tendrils of smoke, a pale face came into view.
The person was hanging on the statue of the Patriarch.
He appeared as a youthful boy, no different from an ordinary child, except for his eyes, which were outlined in red, resembling a phoenix.
His body was bare, pierced all over by wooden spikes inscribed with complex talismans, as if all his blood had been drained, leaving only shriveled flesh around the wounds.
His skin was a sickly pale, as if it hadn't seen sunlight in many years.
"...”
Godwind Demon Emperor shuddered involuntarily. Who would have thought that the first Demon Emperor of the Demon Cave, renowned throughout the world, had been hanging here all this time?
"I still need to guard the main hall. I can only release this demon today, so please forgive me, Patriarch."
Seeing the old dog's solemn expression, the boy finally opened his phoenix-like eyes. With a hoarse voice, he said, "I feel a bit nauseous. Could you keep it down?"
"You're just a watchdog propped up by a bunch of medicinal pills, and it's normal for you to be wary of my unmatched talent," he added with a mocking smile.
"Vile creature, receive your reward."
Ignoring the old dog's words, the wooden spikes suddenly withdrew from the boy's body as he spoke.
Unfazed, the old dog watched as the boy fell to the ground.
It extended its paw, and a figure clad in silver armor, with a snow-white pelt, emerged from the rear hall and landed on the boy.
Soon after, two short swords appeared, followed by streams of light that embedded themselves in the boy's palm.
"Beast! If you don't obey the Patriarch's decree, exterminate the remaining demons, and retrieve the treasures of the Nanyang Sect, you will face the consequences!"
"Heh... heh..."
The Spirit Emperor struggled to his feet, laughing so hard that he was gasping for breath.
He juggled the two short swords in his hands, and a true flame rose in his crimson phoenix eyes.
A crisp metallic sound rang out.
As he strode forward, the silver armor crackled and settled onto his body, and a snowy white cloak billowed slightly.
"You'll regret this."
The boy chuckled as he strolled towards the hall's exit, casually wrapping his arm around Godwind's neck. "Have you missed me all these years, Godwind?"
"This one has always yearned for the Demon Emperor," Godwind replied, but before he could finish, he was flung away, tumbling down the stone steps.
Although the boy's injuries were severe and he needed a lot of nourishment to return to his peak condition, Godwind dared not defy him. It was a suppression of bloodlines between demons.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
The Spirit Emperor's face turned slightly cold. "Do you expect me to leave the Thousand Demon Cave by myself?"
Godwind's body trembled again, and in an instant, he transformed into a hideous eyeless beast, crouching and waiting for the boy to mount his back.
"Come here."
The Spirit Emperor beckoned with his finger to the giant-horned demon emperor, who swallowed his saliva. He didn't understand why the old dog had suddenly released this demon.
Nevertheless, he obediently curled up in the boy's arms, allowing him to do as he pleased.
"You're just an old dog now," the boy said, letting out a sharp, triumphant laugh. Mounting Godwind, they disappeared into the sky in an instant.
Years ago, despite being limited by his talent, the old dog had been strong and ruthless.
Now, he didn't even dare to take action himself, choosing instead to guard the hall, fearful that someone from Mount Wutong would sneak in.
If he lacked the ruthlessness, he could continue being a dog.
...
In the Grand Temple of the Imperial City of Da Qian.
A nearly ten-zhang-tall Dharma image sat quietly beside the grand hall, its dark golden radiance commanding attention.
It gazed silently at the Jia Court.
This Dharma image, the Town Prison Dharma Image, had returned about ten days ago.
This golden body was clearly protecting something.
Many recalled an extremely revered name.
At the same time, the Martial Temple activated a newly constructed grand formation, enveloping the entire Imperial City in a pale blue light barrier.
In the preparatory branch courtyards that the Martial Temple had established in various places, people gradually began to fill up as well.
Given Qingzhou's status, it was impossible for them to access such information.
However, after the dramatic change in the royal palace the last time Elder Chen Qiankun came to look for Chen Ji, he stayed a little longer, concerned about Chen Ji's unfamiliarity with the place.
With a vague suspicion in mind...
He conveyed the message to a few people he trusted the most.
"They're here?"
Elder Chen looked at the several figures hurrying towards the courtyard.
He stood up anxiously to greet them, unable to hide his nervousness.
"Where is he? Has something really happened?"
You Longtao rushed into the courtyard, so cautious that he dared not even mention Shen Yi's name.
Fang Heng followed anxiously behind, while Lin Baiwei tightly bit her lip, her face turning pale.
"I don't know," Chen Qiankun replied. He had no right to access information from the Martial Temple; he could only make speculations based on the suddenly tense atmosphere.
"This is... Chen Ji, the young master, and Jin Yu, the princess."
The old man led the group inside and hurriedly introduced them, worried that You Longtao might say something wrong.
"Chen Ji pays his respects to the General."
The young man in fine clothes had already performed a grand greeting along with his sister.
"No need for that," You Longtao quickly supported him, with a bitter smile. "Let's skip the formalities at a time like this. Tell us what's going on. Don't keep us in the dark, Elder Chen."
"Find out?"
Chen Qiankun seemed to have an idea, and he lowered his voice. "I do have a way, but it depends on how well you perform."
"Hurry up and tell us," You Longtao urged, his impatience showing.
"Your female junior fellow student is also in this courtyard... However, she's no ordinary person now. She's the thirteenth disciple of Mount Wutong."
Chen Qiankun led the group towards another courtyard.
Even before they approached, they saw a figure in black leaning against the courtyard wall, frowning as she toyed with a golden thread between her fingers.
Just the overflowing aura from her was enough to make others feel breathless.
Coupled with her cold, aloof face, she gave off an aura that kept people at bay.
"This is Tong Xinqiao, senior fellow student from Mount Wutong."
Elder Chen, with his age and experience, had some means of gathering information.
However, their hushed whispers were like the loud clanging of a copper bell to Tong Xinqiao's ears.
She restrained the impatience in her eyes and looked at them with disdain.
What are these people up to, sneaking around like this?
You Longtao froze in place when swept by her gaze, his entire body stiffening as he had no idea what a terrifying realm this was.
The white-robed girl behind him quickly stepped forward and respectfully said, "Lin Baiwei from Qingzhou, a demon catcher, pays her respects to Senior Fellow Student Tong. We are here to look for Teacher Jiang... Senior Fellow Student Jiang."
"She's not here," Tong Xinqiao replied indifferently.
Hearing Tong Xinqiao's nonchalant response, Chen Qiankun couldn't help but feel helpless and lowered his head.
The gap between them and Shen Yi had widened to the point that even trying to find out about her was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
What Chen Qiankun didn't expect was...
Tong Xinqiao retracted the golden thread from her fingers, straightened up, and nodded slightly. "Follow me."
Given their origins in Qingzhou and their arrival at this time, it was clear that they were looking for Shen Yi, not Jiang Qiuluan.
(End of Chapter)
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