Chapter 73
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Chapter 73: Demon Cultivator
Li Hui shivered as if he had been spotted by a venomous snake.
This was purely a feeling; having activated the Dragon Horn pattern, his soul power increased, making him sensitive to certain auras. Sometimes, inspiration could strike him out of the blue.
Right now, he was on the run, so he didn’t have time to investigate further.
However, just as he was about to dash forward, he suddenly saw Liu Feng from the Hidden Sky Sect and his troublesome Junior Sister collapsed at the feet of a red-haired woman.
“That’s not right! This is bizarre! During the battle in Guanglu Pavilion, I personally saw Liu Feng fall at Gao Yuhu’s feet, and this Junior Sister was knocked unconscious against the wall early on. There’s no way she could survive while the King of the White Sea was breaking the formation! How could they end up here?”
Li Hui was currently bald and had clumsily summoned five Dharma clouds, so he could easily tell the other party wasn’t a ghost. The real problem was that Liu Feng and his Junior Sister were alive— that was surprising!
The red-haired woman was even more enchanting than Lian Luosha; her voice sounded sweetly teasing in his ear, “Master! Don’t be so heartless! We, as fellow demon cultivators, please help this little girl escape from here. We have two fine furnace bodies; one for each of us, ensuring the Master can solidify his foundation and nourish his essence.”
“Demon cultivator? What nonsense!” Li Hui blinked, realizing that the nine heads below him were using the Nine-Written Demon Blood Command talismans, activated in a demonic way, and had transformed with the enhancement of the silver snake bracelet after devouring thousands of Yin Soul Beads. And those Yin souls weren’t ordinary; their bodies were buried in a dragon vein, suffused with dragon energy. Now, the nine heads had not only grown larger, but their appearances were also changing.
Their ears flared like giant fans, even more exaggerated than an elephant’s ears, with hair turning a mix of black and red, skin resembling coarse leather, uneven teeth protruding from thick lips, and even a vicious look on their faces.
Traveling by day was to avoid catching sight of the terrifying appearance of the heads, so he would gather the Dharma clouds as a disguise. However, at night, releasing the Dharma clouds would cause a glow, and wanting to speed up forced him to let the nine heads out, which made people mistakenly think the handsome Master was a demon cultivator.
“Furnace body? Hahaha.” Li Hui licked his lips, landed among the heads, and scanned the woman’s form with a playful grin. “It’s fate that we meet in this wilderness, while the Building Water Profound Eagles roam about. If I hadn’t happened to pass by and used a bit of magic to lure those feathered beasts away, Junior Sister would probably have to hide here for a long time.”
“Giggle, could it be from the Da Fa Nan Temple?”
The woman seemed to casually glance at the nine heads, but she was filled with suspicion towards the suddenly appearing monk. In her mind, she had already matched up the pieces but couldn’t remember which guy liked controlling heads. However, she could confirm that the demonic energy and dark energy from the nine heads were unusually pure, nurtured only by major demonic sects.
“You guessed wrong, little sister. I’m not a demon cultivator from the Da Fa Nan Temple; I accidentally inherited the remnants of the Great Asura Zen Temple from 800 years ago, although I do have some minor connections to Da Fa Nan Temple.”
Li Hui remained calm and composed. In the past, he had been good at selling beautiful clothes and food at the sect, skilled at weaving words and spinning tales, making the dead seem alive and the alive seem dead. With countless texts in his mind, he could now spin tall tales even more effectively.
The red-haired woman exclaimed, “Could it really be that temple that uses eighteen heads as offerings for the eighteen Arhats?”
“Wrong! My Great Asura Zen Temple only worships the Great Asura. It has nothing to do with the eighteen Arhats. Don’t believe such rumors; unfortunately, there are too few suitable heads for offerings, and countless Yin souls are needed for nourishment. I managed to create a few mass graves, and those self-proclaimed righteous guys came knocking, threatening to bring my sect’s elders into the fray, forcing me to run away.”
Hearing Li Hui’s words, the red-haired woman believed him to some extent.
She had always been well-read and had a strong memory, deliberately saying something incorrect to test the monk. His knowledge of the Great Asura Zen Temple’s origins was clear, and seeing the expressions of the nine heads changing, she knew they had devoured countless Yin souls. Even someone as ruthless as her couldn’t help but feel a bit unnerved and thought, “I’ve seen viciousness, but I’ve never seen such thorough viciousness; it takes multiple mass graves to achieve this, and isn’t he afraid of becoming mentally corrupted and controlled by inner demons?”
Li Hui secretly pinched his fingers, thinking, “Goodness, can this work? Why is it so slow? Hurry and get drunk! Just fall down already! If I had really flown past, I would have suffered an unpredictable blow. This woman has powerful cultivation! No wonder I felt as if a venomous snake was watching me. Closer up, my feet were almost burned by the glowing Dharma clouds. What terrifying killing intent! I wonder how many cultivators she’s slaughtered.”
No matter how wary he felt inside, Li Hui didn’t show a hint of it. He split three heads off and grinned, “Junior Sister, hurry up and get on! Let’s leave this cursed place quickly and have some fun ahead.”
“Desperate! I’ve never seen someone so anxious.” The red-haired woman gracefully settled on the three heads, as Li Hui sent two more heads to grasp Liu Feng and Junior Sister’s arms, whistling as they quickly ascended into the sky.
Unexpectedly, this flight lasted for half a stick of incense, leaving him shocked. He thought, “Could this demoness be immune to the drunken talisman? Or has the drunken talisman become unusable after the last battle?”
Just as they were about to cross Hongye Valley, the red-haired woman’s eyes suddenly brightened, and she chuckled, “My dear elder brother! Were you wondering why your methods didn’t work? A monk as smooth-tongued as you is truly rare, so I nearly fell for your trick. Luckily, before I came out, my sect’s elders bestowed upon me some little items.”
Just as she finished speaking, a shadow flickered behind her, condensing into a blood hand with fur, apparently at the mid-Gather Spirit level, and she reached towards Li Hui with force.
It was too sudden; the blood hand generated an invisible pulling force, as if all life energy was about to leave his body. At the same time, the red-haired woman lifted her hand and shot out two blood talismans with astonishing speed.
Li Hui was like a cat with fur standing on end, the Dharma clouds beneath him surged as he locked down his life energy at the most critical moment, causing the blood hand to momentarily stagnate. Seeing the two blood talismans transform into talisman light flashing toward him, he activated a Lightning Sword Talisman in his left hand and a Golden Bell Talisman in his right, attacking and defending at the same time.
“Bang bang…” Over thirty Golden Bell Talismans simultaneously shattered, some not even fully activating before turning to ash. Luckily, the Lightning Sword Talisman activated extremely quickly, shooting out with a sizzling sound.
“Damn it, bald donkey, you actually handle talismans so skillfully…” The red-haired woman gritted her teeth, floating backward as she withdrew a damaged Ruyi and swung it forcefully, creating a light barrier to block the Lightning Sword.
The two blood talismans had already struck Li Hui, but the Golden Bell Talisman still had some effect, buying the Dharma clouds time to react.
The blood flames burned fiercely; this was the danger brought by the blood talismans. The five lotus-shaped Dharma clouds erupted simultaneously, streams of golden light rising to repel the blood flames, leaving the woman gaping in shock as she realized, “You’re a real monk?”
“Goodness! You’re the real monk! Your whole family are true monks!”
