Chapter 447 Sealed Demon God

As they advanced deeper, Chen Fei felt increasingly uneasy.

The ground cracking earlier hadn’t seemed to bother Mingyuan much, but Chen Fei was well aware it was likely connected to the Heaven Silkworm Gu. Especially that deep, guttural roar—it suggested something monstrous was lurking beneath the ground.

If that were true… weren’t they essentially dancing atop a beast’s back?

The thought made Chen Fei’s expression grow darker.

Mingyuan noticed Chen Fei’s tense look and offered a soft reassurance:

“Junior Brother Chen, don’t be nervous. I should apologize for dragging you into this. If things go south, I have a way to get you out. I just ask that when the time comes… you take my remains with you.”

Chen Fei glanced at him. Mingyuan’s eyes clearly carried a death wish. What he was really asking was for Chen Fei to carry out his corpse.

Chen Fei shook his head, just about to respond, when suddenly his expression changed:

“Senior Brother, careful!”

Mingyuan merely smiled. “Watch closely, Junior Brother Chen—this is the Clarity Palm.”

As he spoke, a golden radiance appeared behind his head, giving him the presence of a descending Buddha. The incoming arrow froze mid-air.

Mingyuan clasped his hands together, still smiling gently.

“Since you’ve come… why not show yourself?”

He raised a hand, and a golden palm formed in front of the arrow, pinching it between two fingers before gently crushing it into dust.

A shadow in the distance turned and tried to flee without hesitation.

But Mingyuan brought his palms together again.

“Since you’ve come, why leave in such a rush?”

A golden palm suddenly appeared above the fleeing shadow, pinning it in place.

“Junior Brother, the Clarity Palm may not be a top-tier technique, but it has its uses,” Mingyuan said with a smile, then lightly tapped the ground and floated toward the trapped figure.

“Demon scum, show your true form!” he commanded, golden light flashing from his eyes.

The golden palm above slammed downward.

“Aaagh!” came a howl of pain as the shadow’s body expanded and morphed into a hairy beast—a wolf demon.

The wolf snarled up at him, bared fangs flashing coldly. “Human! Release me or suffer dismemberment!”

“You’ve got quite the mouth,” Mingyuan said coldly. “Soaring Dragon!”

At his call, a massive golden dragon appeared behind him, circling his body once before diving straight at the wolf demon.

The beast tried to resist, but the dragon’s bloodline pressure crushed him again.

Mingyuan leapt onto the dragon’s head and looked down at the wolf.

“Demon, speak your plan, or suffer a slow death!”

“Heh… you think I’ll talk? You’re delusional!” the wolf demon growled, trembling as his forehead was forced into the dirt, his powerful body beginning to crack.

Mingyuan lifted his palm, sending a golden glow into the wolf’s body.

The beast expected to die—but instead, his wounds rapidly healed. Stunned, he looked up in disbelief.

Mingyuan didn’t speak. He simply stepped down again.

The dragon roared and pushed harder—this time crushing the wolf’s limbs with crisp, cracking sounds.

The wolf whimpered in agony.

Chen Fei stood nearby, stunned.

He had always thought of Mingyuan as a gentle, rational cultivator—someone who’d resolve problems with reason.

But this? Well… perhaps this was “reason.”

Chen Fei glanced sympathetically at the wolf. Mingyuan was clearly here to vent his rage. His usual kindness was gone, replaced by fury and cruelty.

“I—I’ll talk!” the wolf finally broke. “Our goal is to release the sealed Demon God! If the seal breaks, and the Demon God is freed, no one will be able to stop the Northern Wastes’ demon clans!”

Chen Fei raised an eyebrow. A Demon God?

Could that be the one who sent the deep voice the Silkworm Gu responded to?

From the current situation, it matched what the Zhenbei Army had said…

But Chen Fei trusted his instincts. The Zhenbei Army definitely had its own hidden motives—this was only part of the truth.

After hearing the confession, Mingyuan’s expression turned icy.

“Very well.”

The dragon dove, and the wolf demon—an expert at the peak of the Human Dao Realm—was crushed into pulp in an instant.

Mingyuan jumped back to Chen Fei’s side. Seeing the strange look on Chen Fei’s face, he chuckled softly.

“Junior Brother Chen—do you think I was too cruel?”

Chen Fei shook his head and sighed. “That was a peak Human Dao Realm beast. Worth quite a bit of money.”

Mingyuan gave him a long, thoughtful look.

Good. His junior brother had the right temperament. He’d worried that his harsh methods might disturb Chen Fei—but Chen Fei was even more ruthless.

Not only did he want the beast dead—he wanted to sell it for profit afterward.

Truly worthy of the phrase “skinning and selling every last scrap.”

“Now that we know the demons’ objective, we can proceed more easily. But let’s not trust this one’s words blindly. Let’s keep searching,” Mingyuan said with a smile—though his expression remained frosty.

Chen Fei nodded and followed.

Shortly after they left, a pair of blood-red eyes peeked out from behind a stone wall, watching their backs silently—then darted away.

Elsewhere, several demon cultivators gathered.

“Brother Winter… what’s going on? I just sensed Mù Làng’s aura vanish!” a fox demon asked, her voice coy and sweet, dripping with seductive charm.

She gazed up at the muscular demon in front of her with glittering admiration.

The brawny demon, Rin Dong (Winter), was built like a mountain and radiated overwhelming power.

“This place was built to seal a Demon God—it’s full of danger. Haven’t you noticed?” Rin Dong said sternly. “The mist corroding our demon energy… if it spreads too far, we’ll lose the ability to fight.”

As he spoke, a ball of frozen mist floated over his palm, locked in a sphere of ice.

The other demons exchanged uneasy glances.

Finally, the fox demon spoke again, her tone even more syrupy:

“But Lord Jiuyao told us to observe and act accordingly… With the ground cracking and all this poison fog, Brother Winter~”

She leaned in, body brushing suggestively toward him.

But before she got close, an ice spike formed in front of her, halting her immediately.

“Enough with your tricks, Foxmei. Don’t play innocent with me.” Rin Dong’s voice was cold. “Since Lord Jiuyao gave her instructions, we’ll follow them. This mission determines the fate of the Northern Wastes. If we fail—feel free to explain it to her yourselves.”