Chapter 69: The Heart Demon Awakens – I Am Myself, Deep Night Omen of Misfortune
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A few breaths later.
Yu Xian stepped out of the teleportation array, face emotionless, his blood-red eyes flashing with cruelty. Behind him, thin streams of blood trickled like small creeks from the array, yet the dark earth absorbed them instantly.
Sixty-three corpses lay in silence.
A pile of storage bags was casually tossed aside—everything of value inside had already been transferred into Yu Xian’s own mid-grade storage bag.
Dead men can’t bring spirit herbs back.
The ambient demonic energy in the heavens thickened, curling around Yu Xian’s figure. Under the circulation of the Demonic Heart Secret Manual, a pitch-black aura cloaked his entire body. His blood-red eyes, paired with this darkness, made him appear like a true devil cultivator.
As he walked forward, the bloodlust in his gaze intensified. He muttered with a sinister grin:
“First, I’ll gather some intel. Then, when I’m strong enough—when I get out—I’ll exterminate Medicine King Valley! I’ll kill every last one of you!!”
Just then, the jade pendant on his chest suddenly glowed faintly.
A warm current surged through him, instantly melting the cold cruelty that had taken root in his heart.
Yu Xian froze, hand clutching his chest, his feral expression rapidly softening.
“Mother…?”
The warmth faded.
But Yu Xian’s body broke out in cold sweat. He stood there trembling, his face deathly pale.
“I… I…”
He slowly turned around to look at the teleportation array behind him—at the sixty-three lifeless bodies sprawled within.
He remembered exactly what he had done just moments before.
And he also understood, with terrifying clarity, what had happened to him.
Yes, he had hatred. He had fury. He wanted revenge.
But that vengeance was meant for Gu Hanfeng, for Lier, for Guo Ping, for Lu Dan—what did these other disciples have to do with it!?
Yet he had slaughtered them. While they were unconscious and defenseless.
How… how could he have done that?
“Is this still me…?”
Was he still Yu Xian, the one who repaid kindness with gratitude and vengeance with fury? Or had he become something else entirely?
This wasn’t the Ascension Island, where survival meant killing or being killed.
Then why did he…
The forest around him seemed to sneer.
The grass, the trees, the flowers—they laughed, screamed, whispered with delight:
Well done! That’s who you truly are! You were born to kill!
Yu Xian clutched the jade pendant tightly, heart pounding.
He forcibly locked down his mental defenses, gasping as he stabilized his turbulent emotions.
He had been invaded—suddenly, subtly—by demonic intent.
His rage and bloodlust had been magnified until he acted on instinct.
The sixty-three… had died in vain.
But from now on, he swore, no more.
He would not allow the Heart Demon to control him.
He was himself—his thoughts were his alone.
This jade pendant from his mother… had saved him again.
Suddenly, her final words before disappearing echoed in his ears:
“I left you a life-saving jade pendant…”
He’d underestimated it at first, thinking it was sentimental.
Then it had shielded his heart from a fireball—he’d thought it a low-grade treasure.
Later, it led him to rare ores in the mine—he thought it was a rare treasure-seeking tool.
Then in the Ascension Island’s illusion, it woke him—he considered it a powerful defensive artifact.
But now… its value was beyond estimation.
Had it not awakened him this time…
He would’ve fully fallen—never even knowing he’d already become a monster.
He would’ve believed those actions were natural, even justified—calling it “necessary for cultivation,” willing to sacrifice family, friends, innocents for his own advancement.
That wouldn’t have made him a man.
That would’ve made him evil incarnate.
“If I ever became that…”
“Then I should’ve died that day on the mountain as a child.”
His breath steadied, cold sweat drying.
Yu Xian reaffirmed his resolve:
He would never use his master’s life as a stepping stone.
He would never sacrifice the innocent villagers of Dayu Tree Village for cultivation.
He would never become a beast cloaked in human skin.
Once resolved, he resumed his path into the unknown darkness of the Heavenly Demon Valley.
This valley had no end in sight, no clear direction.
There were no sun or moon in the sky—only a faint, perpetual twilight.
So Yu Xian fixed his gaze on a far-off mountain peak, using it as a reference point so he wouldn’t lose his way.
A faint demonic aura still clung to him—deliberately.
Because the greatest threat here was the formless, shapeless Heavenly Demons—beings that would instantly possess anyone lacking demonic aura.
Once possessed, death was certain.
The grass grew denser, reaching thigh-high.
And they weren’t ordinary grass either—tough, resilient, and brimming with both demonic and spiritual energy.
Each one… is the equivalent of a first-grade spirit herb!
Yu Xian scanned the area in awe.
This place… was terrifyingly rich.
As he pressed deeper, a chilling cold enveloped him.
Crossing into a forested area, the temperature dropped drastically.
The cold wasn’t just around him—it seeped into him, like needles piercing his bones.
A mortal would freeze to death just stepping into this place.
Yu Xian tensed, senses heightened.
The woods felt alive—as if countless unseen eyes watched him.
It reminded him of his first hunt in the mountains as a child—when he was the prey.
There was no retreat now.
If he stood still, he’d die even faster.
He had to find shelter before nightfall—any shelter: cave, hollow, burrow.
His spirit energy remained ready.
The Five-Treasure Silver Dragon Armor shimmered, and his boots braced to erupt in flight.
Then—
A skeleton.
It lay a few hundred meters ahead, stark white, covered in fine bite marks.
Yu Xian stepped closer, examining it.
Judging from the tattered robes, the dead man was from Medicine King Valley—a previous victim of the valley.
Yu Xian took the storage pouch, looted it for spirit stones and herbs, and discarded the low-grade bag.
The bite marks were fine and dense—clearly made by insects, perhaps ants or spiders.
But how this person died remained unclear.
Could’ve been torn apart by beasts and abandoned.
He stripped the dead man’s decaying robes and wrapped them around himself—to mask his living scent.
Suppressing one’s breath alone couldn’t fully hide a living aura.
Continuing on, the sky grew even darker.
The forest grew too dim to see.
Even with spiritual sight, Yu Xian could only see within ten meters—anything beyond was darkness.
Reluctantly, he halted.
No natural shelter in sight, so he decided to make one.
He found a massive tree—five feet thick.
Using his Green Spirit Sword, he carved out a one-foot wide, three-foot tall hollow.
Then he crawled inside, pressed the bark back into place, and sealed himself in.
Total darkness.
He sat quietly in the cramped hollow.
Outside, he could hear everything.
The sky dimmed fully. The red dusk vanished.
Now, the world was plunged into pure black.
And then—
The sounds began.
Shrieking, howling, echoing like ghosts, birds, and beasts of nightmare.
The entire forest screamed.
Chilling. Ominous. Suffocating.
As if the entire world had fallen under the dominion of deep, dreadful misfortune.
