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Chapter 479 - 289: Bloodline Promotion, Demon King Siege
Chapter 479 - 289: Bloodline Promotion, Demon King Siege
Chapter 479: Chapter 289: Bloodline Promotion, Demon King Siege
Ah!
A dreadful scream echoed from the dark cave. Blood-red flames erupted from a young cultivator who was sitting cross-legged, searing his flesh and bone.
The boy, who had a handsome face and an air of na?veté, melted at a visible speed. In just a few breathtaking moments, he was transformed into a blackened skeleton.
The ominous flame, filled with malice, gradually extinguished. The dark skeleton retained its seated position. Under the gaze of a pair of golden irises filled with mockery, a green spectral flame ignited within its skull.
Meow~
With a lazy cat’s meow echoing through the supposed to be sealed-off cave, two points of gold shimmered, followed by a petite, exquisite black cat sauntering out of the shadows.
The black cat circled around the skeleton, opened its mouth slightly, and sucked in a misty ghost figure imbued with wisps of dark aura, flying out from the skull.
The once ominous black skeleton visibly decayed, now resembling a desiccated bone battered by centuries of time, no trace of its original purpose remaining.
The Demonic Power brings chaos to the Daoist Heart; the White Tiger consumes the Spectral Soul.
In this sect labeled as heretics by the orthodox, even the high and mighty Human Immortals faced considerable risks confronting it, let alone these small cultivators who just began their training.
Any slight disturbance could lead them to lose control and let their relied-upon power turn against them, resulting in them dying without a place to rest forever.
However, even their souls had become its food, so it didn’t matter whether their physical remains had a resting place or not.
Meow~
Jun Yan, with its swaying tail, entered into the shadows. The moment its paw touched the darkness, it instantly transformed into an intangible and formless shadow, merging with it.
This place is where the outer disciples of the Ghost Soul Sect secluded themselves for meditation. The arrangement of the formation here was the strongest among the outer disciple areas. Even when disciples were being screened through the method of cultivating poisonous insects, it provided shelter at the most critical moment.
Even for unorthodox methods, a continuous flow of new blood was needed; otherwise, they would eventually disappear in the river of time.
However, the formation arranged here was apparently unable to prevent the intrusion of a demonic entity. To Jun Yan, this was a place where it could choose its food at will.
Any cultivator that it set its sight on only needed a slight disturbance when performing vital energy circulation. It could then be killed and become its delicious meal.
As long as it didn’t go too far, nobody would suspect it. They would simply assume that these disciples were trash, not having a steadfast Daoist Heart to control their cultivated strength, causing themselves to be rebounded against.
Meow~
Its mood, initially ruined by the Human Race, was returning to joy as it devoured delightful resentful souls one by one.
However, just as it was about to make a move on a stern and resolute female cultivator in another secret room, a voice it didn’t want to hear at all unexpectedly sounded within its mind.
“Jun Yan, can you work a bit more…”
Upon hearing the Human Race scoundrel’s request, the kitten tilted its head in confusion. What did he take it as? What did he consider the cultivators’ souls to be?
Even as a demon, it couldn’t play with cultivators’ souls so unscrupulously, modifying their memories repeatedly, and on such a massive scale. Was he trying to exhaust it to death?
“What, you can’t do it?”
Seemingly sensing the kitten’s resentment, Feng Qing’an jokingly said,
“If you can’t, then it’s okay, no pressure. Come back after you’re full!”
No, it definitely can’t go back!
The cat’s keen intuition told Jun Yan that it absolutely couldn’t return like this, or it might meet with a dreadful event. It would then become an accessory, never able to enjoy freedom like today again, but obediently listening to this scoundrel’s commands from the Human Race. That was really exhausting.
Meow~
Are there any additional requests?
Speak all at once!
Jun Yan chose to compromise again, conveying its consciousness, all the requests should be stated at once, no matter how complex they were. It only needed to do it once, but to bring new requests again after it was done, though seemed simple, really irritated it.
It disliked such fickle members of the Human Race.
“No for now, but there may be in the future.”
Perceiving the consciousness transmitted by the kitten, Feng Qing’an pondered for a moment before shaking his head.
Meow~
You better not make casual requests in the future. It’s troublesome.
“What’s the matter with you, little guy? Young as you are, why can’t you stand the troubles? Your Demonic Power isn’t innate; you should follow every opportunity to practice. How dare you keep complaining, it won’t do.”
Swish~
Now that it was away from the scoundrel of the Human Race, Jun Yan no longer needed to suppress its feelings. From its soft paw pads, a chilling light flashed out, a claw that seemed to be made of Divine Gold.
A dreadful Tiger’s Fierce Aura surged from its palm-sized body, instantly filling the meditation room, instantly waking the stern female cultivator who was meditating.
Yet, when she opened her eyes, what she saw was not the simple stone room she remembered seeing before she started her meditation, but a roiling, turbulent wave of aura so dense that she could hardly see her own hand in front of her face. Like a prickly needle, the sense of crisis came from all directions, and hostile intentions filled every corner.