Chapter 103
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Chapter 103: I Wish to Become Immortal, Fearless and Undaunted
Demon Slayer Team!
The tavern erupted into an even greater uproar.
Who in the Southern Region did not fear the Demon Slayer Team? They were known for their ruthless efficiency—wiping out entire families, erasing sects from existence, leaving no survivors. Even when severely injured in the Vast Forest, their very name struck fear into people’s hearts.
Gu Qi Ye had invoked the Demon Slayer Team’s reputation, expecting immediate submission.
Unfortunately for him, the one he faced this time did not care.
A calm, feminine voice rang out.
"Fighting is forbidden in Moonview Tower. Who dares defy the rules of the Southern Region?"
Gu Qi Ye’s expression stiffened.
The Moonview Tower was one of the two most powerful intelligence organizations in the Southern Region. Backed by an unfathomable force, it stood beyond the reach of the Demon Slayer Team’s authority—at least for now.
Still, Gu Qi Ye refused to back down.
"The princess is dining here," he said coldly. "He dares disturb her? He deserves to die."
The female voice remained indifferent.
"Moonview Tower prohibits fighting. Bloodshed is banned."
A moment later, an invisible pressure descended—a suffocating force that crashed down like a tidal wave. Gu Qi Ye instinctively took a step back, his face shifting.
Then, from within the private room, a cold and regal voice echoed.
"Disturbing this princess’s meal cannot go unpunished."
With those words, a figure emerged.
The moment she stepped out, a powerful aura swept through the tavern, like a Great Wind rising, surging in waves.
Her dark hair flowed freely, framing a face of breathtaking beauty, though her expression remained frosty. But it was her eyes—sharpened like two curved blades—that truly captivated those who gazed upon her.
Gasps of recognition filled the tavern.
"It’s her! Kou Feiyan! The daughter of the only non-imperial prince of the Great Xia Empire!"
"The current Emperor favors her. She was granted the title of princess at birth—Princess Yan!"
"She’s one of the top ten rising stars of the Great Xia Empire!"
"I heard she’s betrothed to Mo Zhendao!"
In the Southern Region, Kou Feiyan’s name carried great weight. She possessed not only exceptional martial talent but also an unrivaled family background, status, and connections. She was the ideal match for any rising talent—an untouchable figure to many.
She exuded an overwhelming presence, her mere arrival enough to stir the air.
Yet, before she could act, another woman appeared.
Unlike Kou Feiyan’s commanding nobility, this woman carried an ethereal grace, like an orchid blooming in solitude. She seemed slightly out of place in the noisy tavern, yet her presence was mesmerizing.
She stood before Kou Feiyan, calmly placing herself between Zhang Yang and the storm that was about to unfold.
Her sudden emergence caused a stir among the gathered elites.
"Yi Ren Zui!" Kou Feiyan’s eyes gleamed dangerously as she slowly uttered the name. Her crimson lips curved slightly, but the weight of impending violence hung in the air.
"This princess is in a bad mood."
Her intent was clear—she wanted blood. All because her meal had been disturbed.
Yi Ren Zui did not waver.
The only daughter of Yilie, the Third Elder of Moonview Tower, she was one of the rising stars of the organization. Alongside Qiu Yuwan from Embrace Moon Tower, she was known as one of the Twin Beauties of the Moon.
Even so, she stood her ground, unwavering.
"Moonview Tower’s rules prohibit fighting and bloodshed," she said softly but firmly. "Please reconsider, princess."
Her voice was steady, her posture composed.
It was because of her intervention that Zhang Yang remained undisturbed, able to maintain his state of enlightenment.
This breakthrough was not just another step in cultivation—it was a defining moment.
To a martial artist, it was equivalent to standing at the gateway of immortality.
He had crossed the first threshold where martial arts transformed into the path of the divine.
And with it, his body underwent subtle yet profound transformations.
His mind became extraordinarily clear, as if crafted from crystal—pure and flawless—allowing him to perceive things with unprecedented clarity, reaching deep into his heart.
Inevitably, the lingering doubts from his cooperation with the assassin organization Hell resurfaced, coming to the forefront of his thoughts.
He placed a hand over his chest, introspecting, and reached a conclusion.
"I was too naive. Yes, that’s exactly it."
"I always thought assassins were bound to bloodshed and death. But what is the reality?"
"In the Southern Region today, who can compare to the Demon Slayer Team? Not assassins, not even demons born for slaughter."
"No one in this world is as ruthless and merciless as the Demon Slayer Team. They are a hundred—no, a thousand times more brutal than any assassin."
"And look at the forces behind them. Isn’t the Mo family one of their strongest supporters? Their absurd justification for killing Senior Sister Yang Xiuning exposes their treachery—far more sinister and despicable than any assassin’s methods."
"That is why I act according to my own will."
"It doesn’t matter who I cooperate with. My heart remains kind. If my intent is righteous, even killing can be justified. If I do not eliminate the merciless enemies who bring darkness, bloodshed, and slaughter to the Southern Region, how can I ever restore light to this land?"
At that moment, the various uncertainties and doubts that had plagued him surfaced and were effortlessly resolved.
His heart became clearer, more transparent.
Slowly, he stood up, removed the mask from his face, and placed it in his storage bag. From this moment on, he would no longer hide behind a mask.
He would reveal his true self.
"I wish to become an immortal, fearless and undaunted!"
Even if the immortal path was unreachable—even if it had long been severed and reduced to mere legend—he would continue to walk it.
How could he cower in fear, hiding his face, amidst the chaos of this world and the turmoil of this era?
He would face the darkness with courage.
"Ha…"
He let out a long breath, expelling the turbid air from his lungs. It was as if he had lifted a great mountain off his shoulders, leaving him with an overwhelming sense of relief.
Turning, he bowed respectfully to Yi Ren Zui.
"Thank you."
Yi Ren Zui replied coolly, "I was merely upholding the rules of Moonview Tower. It was not to protect you, so there is no need to thank me."
Zhang Yang smiled.
"To uphold the rules one has set, and to see them through, is worthy of respect. Cang Mang Zhang Yang admires you."
The moment those four words—Cang Mang Zhang Yang—left his lips, the tavern’s atmosphere instantly froze. The once warm air turned icy, and a suffocating stillness settled over the crowd.
Clang!
The sharp sound of a sword rang out.
It was Kou Feiyan’s weapon, reacting to its master’s killing intent—vibrating of its own accord, eager to be drawn.
Gu Qi Ye, a master of the Demon Slayer Team, fixed Zhang Yang with a blade-like gaze, his murderous intent surging.
Zhang Yang, unfazed, spoke calmly.
"Since Moonview Tower’s rules prohibit fighting and bloodshed, let’s take this outside."
With that, he pushed open a window and leaped out.
On the Streets Below
The night air was cold and desolate, the wind howling through the empty streets.
As Zhang Yang descended, the force of his movement stirred the air, causing a violent gust like an explosion.
All nine floors of Moonview Tower were thrown into an uproar. Guests rushed to the windows, others spilled out onto the street, eager to witness what was about to unfold.
Just as he was about to land, a hand suddenly appeared before him, accompanied by a sinister grin and a malicious presence, aiming to suppress him mid-air.
Zhang Yang’s eyes turned icy.
"Are members of the Demon Slayer Team always this shameless and vile?"
Before he had even finished speaking, another hand shot out, gripping the attacker’s throat in an iron grasp.
It was the Great Boundless War Statue.
The one who had ambushed Zhang Yang was a master of the Opening the Sky realm.
Zhang Yang’s voice was cold as he declared, "If you want to fight, fight fairly. If you ignore the rules, I am game too."
With the Great Boundless War Statue at his side, he was fearless.
Though the war statue had suffered severe damage during the Mo family’s extermination, Zhang Yang had found a piece of alchemical divine stone among their resources. Not only had it healed the statue’s wounds, but it had also caused subtle transformations—its once darkened exterior now bore a faint golden hue, its body becoming more resilient, its power more overwhelming.
The Opening the Sky realm master roared in panic.
"Release me!"
Zhang Yang replied indifferently.
"You are already dead."
Crack!
The war statue tightened its grip and snapped the man’s neck. His lifeless body was discarded onto the cold street below.
Zhang Yang lifted his gaze toward Kou Feiyan, who stood on the upper floor, her piercing eyes locked onto him.
His voice rang out, resolute.
"No matter how you want to fight, I am ready."
This battle was inevitable.
He welcomed it—yearned for it.
For he wanted to test the true power of the Nine Extremes True Essence.
