[Fantasy] The Legend of the Eye of Desire (Complete) - Chapter 28

Chapter 96 The Sneak Attack Wasn't My Fault
"Step back."
Just as these werewolves were charging desperately, having been devoured by the monster, a voice with a distinct foreign accent rang out. Then, countless flames suddenly descended from the sky. The moment the flames touched the monster's body, they ignited it like oil, instantly setting the monster ablaze.
"King."
All the werewolves beneath him knelt in one direction. A seemingly ordinary man, dressed in a brown casual suit, strode towards them. A bright flame burned on his finger.
"This should be the Werewolf King. Legend says he was once a magic apprentice, and even after becoming a werewolf, he retained his magical power, making him the only werewolf who can cast spells on his own," Yuri
said to Yang Yan.
"You are no match for it; you will only increase its power. Step back."
The Werewolf King slowly approached the burning monster.
"King, this monster murdered His Majesty the Tsar..."
The werewolves accused the monster of its atrocities.
"I understand. It's really not a big deal. In the human mindset, humans are at the top of the food chain, and everything else is food for humans. But in the eyes of us werewolves, even humans are our food. As for this monster, it probably thinks even we werewolves are its food. Darwin was right, natural selection, survival of the fittest. Peter was just one of those who died under this law, nothing to be sad about."
The werewolf king strode towards the burning monster, saying this.
"Stop playing dead. Your life force is still so strong. Get up, let me see what's so special about you that you were able to kill Peter."
The werewolf king looked at the monster curled up in a ball, motionless, its body still covered in thick flames, and said coldly.
"Don't want to get up? Or are you trying to ambush me? Ignorant thing."
Looking at the motionless monster, the werewolf king's lips curled into a cruel smile. He suddenly stomped his foot, and a huge stone pillar suddenly rose from where the monster was lying, piercing through the monster from the middle.
"Woo..."
The monster, which had been feigning death, suddenly let out a terrifying horn. Then, its burning skin seemed to explode, and its massive body twisted and detached from the stone pillar. With each twist of the rotting flesh, the monster gradually resembled a human, until it finally solidified into its final form.
What kind of monster was this? A gigantic face, three parts wolf, seven parts demon, with countless sharp teeth constantly moving on its large, fleshy body that occupied half its face. Three enormous eyes glowed red, staring intently at the werewolf king. Two strong arms were equipped with sharp claws, and its lower body, like an octopus, had dozens of tentacles that moved constantly. Huge bat wings on its back opened and closed incessantly. This monster's skin lacked the long hair of a werewolf and the skin of a human; its entire surface appeared as a disgusting mass of rotting flesh.
"Such a monster, if controllable, would indeed be a powerful asset. Unfortunately, monsters that refuse control must be completely destroyed."
The werewolf king looked at the monster and sighed. Its entire body began to expand, its brown casual clothes ripped apart, and a gigantic werewolf, about five meters tall, appeared on the field. This werewolf was not only twice the size of an ordinary werewolf (around three meters tall), but also covered in long, black fur, completely unlike the gray fur of ordinary werewolves.
"Woo..."
Although the werewolf king was enormous, it was still significantly smaller than the monster's ten-meter-tall form. The monster let out a terrifying roar, its massive claws unleashing several enormous wind blades as it lunged at the werewolf king.
"Soul-Scattering Iron Claws!"
The jet-black werewolf king howled, its claws unleashing equally powerful wind blades in retaliation. As the wind blades collided violently, the werewolf king leaped into the air, its claws aimed directly at the monster's eyes.
"Woo..."
The monster's enormous bat wings suddenly covered its face to protect itself from the werewolf king's attack, its tentacles flailing upwards, attempting to grab the werewolf king.
"Sleeping flames beneath the earth, heed the voice of the Wolf God! Transform this land into a lava hell!"
The incredibly agile werewolf king dodged while uttering a grotesque cry from his mouth. The moment the werewolf king's voice faded, the ground where the monster had been standing suddenly turned red, then transformed into boiling magma. The monster's tentacles emitted a hissing sound, followed by billowing black smoke rising from beneath it. The monster let out a terrifying roar.
"Ugh..."
The monster, its lower body charred, howled in agony. Its massive wings suddenly flapped, propelling it into the air, escaping the lava hell.
Although the monster's combat instincts were formidable, it clearly lacked any understanding of magic, a power it knew nothing about.
"Go back..."
While magic was incredibly effective, it consumed an astonishing amount of energy. The werewolf king could only cast a high-level spell like Lava Hell. As the monster soared into the air, the werewolf king roared, its iron claws beginning a frenzied attack, attempting to force the monster back into the lava hell.
The lava reached temperatures of several thousand degrees Celsius. Aside from fire-elemental monsters, no living being could survive within it. Even the powerful monsters were powerless against this terrifying natural force. The only hope was to submerge the monster entirely in the lava hell.
"Let's go, it's our turn,"
Yang Yan said with a smile, watching the monitor. Now that the Werewolf King and the monsters had appeared, killing them would end everything.
"Yasha-hime, Lilith, Shiratori, Ba, and Shiranui Mai, the five of you come with me. The rest of you stay put."
Yang Yan led the five women out of the hotel, heading towards the battleground of the Werewolf King and the monsters within the domain of the Yasha Demon Blade. This Demon Blade domain was completely different from previous ones. Although countless demon blades still floated in the sky, the outside seemed to distort the light, as if they were invisible. Within the Demon Blade domain, Yang Yan and the five women arrived above the battlefield.
"Damn it, die!"
The Werewolf King desperately tried to push the monster into the Lava Hell, but the monster, having already suffered there, refused to go in again. After all, in the sky, winged monsters were significantly more agile than wingless werewolves. Even though the Werewolf King was much stronger, he couldn't subdue the monster.
"Attack!"
Yang Yan, having reached the optimal ambush distance, gave the order. The first to act was Bai Niao Yu, who drew two arrows, one aimed at the Werewolf King and the other at the monster. The arrows, imbued with immense icy energy, were too powerful for even the Werewolf King and the monster to withstand. In this close-quarters ambush, both arrows struck the Werewolf King and the monster, sending their massive bodies plummeting downwards.
The second to act was Yasha Hime. Under her control, hundreds of Yasha Demon Blades suddenly emerged from the hidden Demon Blade Domain, impaling the falling monster like a hedgehog. These demon blades dragged the monster's massive body back into the Demon Blade Domain.
"Whoosh..."
Despite being invaded by icy energy, the monster still possessed a powerful ability to resist. Ordinary attacks wouldn't inflict much damage, but this time, it was attacked by demonic blades—the Yaksha Demonic Blade, capable of devouring everything. Hundreds of demonic blades simultaneously extracted the immense energy that constituted the monster's body. The energy the monster had acquired by consuming countless lives flowed out like a tidal wave.
The intelligent monster knew, of course, that these tiny blades were stealing its gains and plundering its energy. Unfortunately, the monster had only existed for a single day since its birth. Although incredibly intelligent, its knowledge was far too limited. At least when the Yaksha Demonic Blade was frantically draining its energy, the monster couldn't find an effective way to escape. As the energy within the monster's body was absorbed by the demonic blade domain, the entire domain turned a faint dark green.
Chapter 96 (Part 2): Killing the Werewolf King.
The Werewolf King, struck by the ice arrow, felt a terrifying icy energy instantly invade his body the moment it pierced him. The area invaded by this energy instantly turned to solid ice, and the area controlled by this energy grew larger and larger, soon spreading from his abdomen to his chest.
"I've been ambushed by a super ice mage!"
The Werewolf King was terrified. He desperately braced his iron claws against the ground, throwing them directly at the lava hell he had created. The fiery red lava made contact with his frozen body, and immediately, white steam erupted with a hissing sound. The intense heat counteracted the cold air, causing the Werewolf King's frozen body unspeakable pain. The Werewolf King let out a wail, all his long black fur standing on end, making him look like a giant black hedgehog.
The temperature of the Lava Hell was incredibly high, but when the chill within the Werewolf King's body was completely neutralized, half of the Lava Hell turned into ordinary rock. If it weren't for the wisps of heat still emanating from the rocks, it would be hard to imagine that this was just a moment ago the Lava Hell.
The Werewolf King naturally possessed unique abilities; despite his severe injuries, he instantly regained his original glossy black fur upon standing.
"Who is it? Show yourself!"
Staring at the void in the sky, where even the monster had completely vanished, the Werewolf King roared in fury. The attacker was utterly despicable and shameless; his thick skin rivaled that of Hitler.
"Werewolf, your opponent is me."
A woman dressed in a bright red kimono, embroidered with enormous lotus flowers in white silk thread, suddenly appeared before the Werewolf King. This woman was incredibly beautiful; even by werewolf standards, she was an exceptionally beautiful human woman. Furthermore, three Japanese swords of varying lengths were tucked into her waistband, clearly indicating she was a master swordsman.
"A Japanese woman? Are you a ninja from the Shiranui clan?"
The Werewolf King obviously knew that the werewolves and the Shiranui clan had once clashed in Japan over the legendary man. In that battle, the werewolves suffered heavy losses, and now that a Japanese woman had come to cause trouble, she must be related to the Shiranui clan.
"Shiranui Mai, the current head of the Shiranui clan, has come to take your life on behalf of my master."
Shiranui Mai nodded slightly to the Werewolf King and spoke very politely.
"The ambush on our werewolf base, the release of this monster—it was all a conspiracy by you ninjas and vampires?"
The werewolf king's eyes blazed with deep-seated hatred. The losses the werewolves had suffered this time would take at least a century to recover. Not only was their research institute destroyed, but their precious data was completely lost, and even the exceptionally important Tsar Peter among the werewolves had lost his life .
"Since you werewolves dared to attack the master of our Shiranui clan, you should be prepared to accept our full-scale revenge. That's just how things are in this world." Shiranui Mai
was unusually calm compared to the werewolf king. Impulsiveness is the devil. In battles between masters, any mistake can lead to the heaviest blow. Only composure is key to unleashing maximum power.
"Now that you, the leader of the Shiranui clan, have shown yourself, where are those vampires? Heh heh, do you think the vampires won't dare appear before me without the vampire prince?"
The werewolf king's eyes scanned the surroundings, trying to find traces of those damned vampires.
"Princess Yuri of the vampire clan asked me to inquire of you, requesting that I help you send you on your way. Having offended my master, you werewolves no longer need to exist in this world. King of Werewolves, make your move."
Mai Shiranui slowly drew her long sword from her waist. A powerful aura emanated from her grip on the hilt, reaching its peak as the sword was fully drawn, its immense power covering half the sky.
"As expected of the head of a ninja clan, it seems your strength has improved several times over compared to a few months ago. Even the vampire prince Dracula was probably only at your level."
Under Mai Shiranui's immense pressure, the King of Werewolves raised his claws to resist her terrifying power.
"If you won't make a move, then I will."
Seeing the King of Werewolves' actions, a smile appeared on Mai Shiranui's lips. Her calm voice had barely faded when a bright blade appeared above the King of Werewolves' head. Mai Shiranui gripped the sword with both hands and slashed down with all her might.
"Do you think I'd be afraid of you?"
the Werewolf King roared, his iron claws meeting Mai Shiranui's longsword.
"Werewolf King, nothing more than this."
Just as the Werewolf King's claws were about to strike Mai Shiranui's sword, she sighed softly. Suddenly, the Werewolf King saw nothing; a chilling aura assaulted him from behind. With a furious roar, Mai Shiranui's sword pierced his body from behind, the cold blade striking his heart. As Mai Shiranui withdrew her sword, blood gushed from the Werewolf King's chest and back.
"You're far inferior to a vampire prince."
Mai Shiranui pulled out a silk handkerchief, carefully wiping the blood from her beloved sword before casually tossing it to the ground.
"If I hadn't gone to such lengths to deal with that monster, you might not have been my match. But don't even think about leaving Russia alive, hahaha."
The werewolf king's body began to shrink rapidly, finally reverting to human form, writhing violently. His voice was utterly maniacal. If it weren't for the fact that he had unleashed a terrifying spell to fight the monster, consuming a vast amount of magical power, the werewolf king, with his combination of minor spells and his own combat prowess, could have escaped even against a vampire prince unscathed. The ice arrows from earlier had also inflicted terrible damage on him, and the immense strain on his stamina to heal his wounds had led to this rare period of weakness.
"Oh?"
Mai Shiranui sheathed her sword, coldly observing the werewolf king.
"Haha, very soon, very soon, the strongest werewolf will awaken. His power is absolutely beyond the reach of you ants. He is a demon of slaughter, and you will all be killed by him. You will soon come down to join me, haha."
The werewolf king's voice grew increasingly excited, until finally his gaze suddenly stopped moving. Mai Shiranui could tell at a glance that the werewolf king had completely lost his life.
"The strongest werewolf?"
Mai Shiranui's gaze turned to the distance. Could it be that the werewolf king was not the strongest werewolf, and there was an even more terrifying werewolf?
The monster trapped in the Demon Blade Domain was getting smaller and smaller. A large amount of energy was being forcibly drawn out by the Demon Blade. Although the monster struggled incessantly, it could not escape its slow march towards death.
Perhaps compared to the lava hell set up by the Werewolf King, the Yaksha Demon Blade is inherently more effective against all living beings. Before the Yaksha Demon Blade, even monsters that feed on all creatures have no chance of resistance.
The pitch-black demonic energy continuously assimilated the green energy within the monster's body. The mist within the Yaksha Demon Blade flickered between black and green, but most of the time it was a deep, dark green. After absorbing the monster's immense energy, all the demon blades within the entire demon blade domain shone with dazzling black light, and many trembled incessantly, constantly emitting massive amounts of sword energy.
"After completely absorbing this monster, the overall power of the Yaksha Demon Blade will at least reach another level,"
said Yaksha Princess, wielding the main body of the Yaksha Demon Blade, her expression filled with excitement as she fully activated the blade.
"This kind of monster shouldn't exist on Earth at all. Even if monsters were created using the genes of Earth's creatures, without werewolves, they wouldn't be able to create something so impossible to destroy by ordinary means. These werewolves probably never imagined they would become food for the monster they created."
Yang Yan looked at the trembling monster, now shrunk to the size of an adult. This size clearly contained far more energy; even with the Yaksha Demon Blade's frantic extraction, the monster's shrinkage was extremely slow.
Chapter 097: The Strongest Werewolf is the Demon Wolf.
The Kremlin is one of Europe's most famous palaces, with centuries of history. Originally the palace of the Russian Tsars, after the October Revolution, it became the administrative center of the Soviet Union, and after the collapse of the Soviet Union, it became the political center of the independent Russian Federation.
Now, this Kremlin, which has always symbolized the highest center of power in all of Russia, is undergoing a strange change.
Earthquakes, occurring without warning, are coming in waves, each stronger than the last. The earthquakes are not large, confined to the centuries-old palace, but their intensity is astonishing; it seems as if the world has ended within the Kremlin.
With a sudden wolf howl, the massive flowerbed in the Kremlin, unchanged for centuries, abruptly collapsed, revealing a pitch-black crater. The earthquake had stopped.
"What is this? Guards, hurry and check it out!"
People circled the suddenly appearing crater, clearly seeing the winding staircase leading downwards. A guard company of soldiers began to descend, exploring the crater.
"Food...food..."
A tremendous roar echoed from within the crater.
"A monster..."
The soldiers, just beginning their descent, suddenly noticed a giant wolf, on all fours with two bull horns on its head, drooling as it crawled upwards from the depths of the crater. The wolf was pure white, its eerie blue eyes gleaming with greed.
Faced with this monster, all the soldiers' weapons roared simultaneously, a barrage of bullets whistling through the air. These modern firearms seemed utterly useless against this giant wolf; the bullets struck its body with a clear metallic clang, but the wolf seemed unaffected and continued its advance.
"Retreat!"
All the soldiers immediately retreated, confronting this bullet-proof monster.
"Food..."
the giant wolf roared, suddenly pouncing on a soldier, its sharp teeth snapping the soldier's neck instantly. It then tore a chunk of flesh from the soldier's chest, chewing and swallowing it whole. Releasing the already dead corpse, the giant wolf continued its attack on the remaining retreating soldiers, and a brutal massacre began.
After the giant wolf killed the last soldier, the first one it had killed rose from the ground, letting out a howl. His injuries had healed, and his entire body transformed into a werewolf—a tall, gray-furred werewolf.
Soldiers killed by the giant wolf transformed into werewolves. Led by the wolf, these irrational werewolves rushed out of the cave, and humans killed by them quickly became new werewolves. The number of werewolves increased exponentially.
"Demonic aura..."
Ba and Lilith looked in the direction where the giant wolf had appeared in the Kremlin. A blood-red demonic aura covered most of Moscow.
"This is demonic aura? Hmm, this feeling is really uncomfortable, like being stared at by a vicious dog."
Yang Yan clearly also sensed the enormous demonic aura and asked Lilith.
"Judging from this demonic aura, it should be a wolf demon, at least a wolf demon with a thousand years of cultivation. Moreover, this wolf demon's demonic aura is so heavy, it should be a wolf demon that has fallen into the demonic path. Anyone killed by this kind of demon will be afflicted by demonic poison and turn into a new wolf demon."
Lilith said with a frown.
"Food... food..."
With the giant wolf's terrifying howl, it had already approached the demonic blade's domain.
“Catch a high-level werewolf and find out what happened.”
Yang Yan frowned.
“I’ll go.”
Lilith suddenly extended a pair of pure gold bat wings, each three meters long, from behind her. With a gentle flap, Lilith had already passed through the Demon Blade Domain, circled in the air a few times, and then suddenly swooped down in one direction, grabbing a high-level werewolf who had just survived being devoured by the monster and flying back into the Demon Blade Domain.
“You devils, you killed the great king and released the demon that we werewolves had painstakingly sealed away, you…”
The high-level werewolf let out a howl of both terror and rage.
“Shut up and tell me honestly, what is this thing that has appeared?”
Yang Yan kicked the high-level werewolf to the ground and asked coldly.
“…This magic…this magic is the most terrifying demon, that damned werewolf, no…it’s not human…it has no reason at all, it’s a demon that only knows how to kill, it’s the one who turned us into monsters that are neither human nor wolf, made us eat only raw meat, even worse than those damned vampires…”
The high-ranking werewolf’s mind was almost completely confused.
“I’ll just read it directly.”
Seeing that the high-ranking werewolf was completely out of his mind, Lilith frowned, but this was definitely not a problem for Lilith. A prince-level vampire could read the memories in the other’s mind by sucking blood, and for Lilith, whose strength was far above that of a prince-level vampire, this ability was even simpler. Lilith casually twisted the high-ranking werewolf’s neck, and sharp fangs appeared between Lilith’s sexy red lips. When the fangs pierced the skin, a large amount of werewolf’s blood rushed into Lilith’s mouth. In no time, Lilith threw the werewolf away, having already taken over all of the werewolf’s memories.
"So this demonic wolf is the root of all werewolves. All werewolves originate from it, just like my relationship with the vampires. However… this demonic wolf is a monster devoid of reason. Any human bitten by it will be invaded by its demonic energy and become a berserk werewolf. This is why the original werewolves were so brutal; they were completely irrational, only knowing how to kill. Later, a mage bitten by a werewolf managed to retain some rationality through magic. To escape the demonic wolf's influence, these werewolves, who were barely rational, united and imprisoned it in the Kremlin's underground. The key to releasing this werewolf was killing the werewolf king. Because we killed the werewolf king, the demonic wolf was freed…"
Lilith quickly recounted the information she had just received.
"Food… food…"
In the brief moment Lilith spoke, the enormous demonic wolf had already arrived beneath the demonic domain of the Yasha Demon Blade. Although the domain was invisible, the wolf seemed to see it perfectly, its eyes fixed intently on the domain in the void.
"I'll go..."
Mai Shiranui prepared to fight again.
"Step back, you're no match for it, I'll go instead,"
Yang Yan said calmly.
"Master..."
Mai Shiranui absolutely did not want Yang Yan to fight; protecting her master was a ninja's duty.
"It's alright, you wait inside."
Yang Yan casually took the Yasha Demon Blade handed to him by Yasha Hime, and with a flick of his body, he left the Yasha Domain and arrived in front of the demonic wolf.
"You damned stupid dog, get down right now!"
Looking at the demonic wolf, Yang Yan sneered, his eyes blazing with red light. His Eye of Desire, combined with the Yasha Demon Blade, unleashed a massive burst of demonic energy. The primordial demonic energy from the Yasha Demon Blade was the true demonic energy of the demon realm, capable of devouring all things.
"Woo..."
The demonic wolf, itself a demon-possessed creature, bristled under the immense pressure of the demonic energy, its green eyes blazing with intense hostility.
"You damned dog, what are you looking at? I'll chop you up right now!"
Yang Yan casually brandished his Yaksha Demon Blade and strode towards the demonic wolf.
Faced with Yang Yan's blatant provocation, the demonic wolf let out an angry roar and pounced on him.
"Looking for death."
Yang Yan coldly shouted, his Yaksha Demon Blade slashing directly at the demonic wolf's head. If it were an ordinary weapon, the demonic wolf wouldn't care at all, but facing a terrifying weapon like the Yaksha Demon Blade, filled with demonic energy that devours everything, if that all-consuming demonic energy entered its body, not to mention one demonic wolf, even a hundred demonic wolves would only become nourishment for the Yaksha Demon Blade. Fearing the Yaksha Demon Blade, the demonic wolf immediately changed course and retreated.
"Since you've come out, don't even think about escaping."
Yang Yan brandished his Yaksha Demon Blade, preparing to kill the demonic wolf.
Chapter 97 The End of Werewolves
In reality, the concept of self-respect doesn't really exist. Even powerful large felines like lions and tigers will choose to retreat or simply flee when faced with an insurmountable foe. Compared to them, humans are much stranger; many people do irrational things for the sake of so-called self-respect. Humans are even more adept at exploiting this weakness to scheme against their own kind. For example, in the famous ancient battlefield insult battles, the insulted general would usually lose their rationality and rush out, only to fall into the enemy's trap. Compared to humans, animals are much more rational.
Although the demonic wolf possessed immense demonic power, its nature remained that of a wolf. Under the threat of Yang Yan's Yaksha Demon Blade, the demonic wolf began to slowly retreat.
"Trying to escape?"
Since Yang Yan had taken out the Yaksha Demon Blade, he had no intention of letting this man-eating demonic wolf go. With a slight flick of his blade, more than ten demonic blades appeared in the sky, surrounding the demonic wolf. Each blade emitted the same terrifying aura, and the demonic wolf immediately began to spin in circles, searching for a way out.
"Take this!"
Yang Yan roared, his Yaksha Demon Blade unleashing a dark blade of light that struck the demon wolf. Blocked by the Yaksha Demon Blade's clone and unable to escape, the wolf, facing the massive blade of light, instantly unleashed its inherent ferocity. With a roar, it leaped into the air, dodging the black blade of light, and pounced on Yang Yan.
"Seeking death!"
A red light flashed in Yang Yan's eyes, and the powerful force of his Eye of Desire erupted, sending the wolf flying backward. The wolf spun around in mid-air, using the momentum of Yang Yan's rebound to accelerate its attack towards the Yaksha Demon Blade clone opposite Yang Yan. The clone, as if sensing the wolf's attack, unleashed a dark blade of light to meet the wolf's attack.
The wolf twisted its body again, narrowly avoiding the blade of light, and tried to escape through the gap beneath the clone.
"Don't even think about escaping."
Suddenly, a cold female voice rang out, followed by a sky full of black demonic blades. A massive surge of demonic energy pressed down, overwhelming the towering wolf. The wolf's enormous body was slammed to the ground, a ten-meter-long demonic blade already held horizontally above its head. At the command of Yasha-hime or Yang Yan, the black demonic blade would slash down, and even the mighty wolf would not escape.
"Master, all the monster's energy has been completely refined. What should we do with this wolf? Please give your orders."
Yasha-hime, still dressed in black, stood quietly before Yang Yan.
"Kill it."
Looking at the wolf's ferocious gaze, Yang Yan frowned.
"Yes."
With Yasha-hime's reply, the enormous Yasha demon sword hanging above the demon wolf's head suddenly slashed down, severing the massive head of the millennia-old demon wolf. The wolf's flesh and blood were instantly refined into immense energy by the demon sword, leaving only a snow-white wolf pelt and a mouthful of teeth on the ground. A faint red light flickered within the wolf's head.
"Master."
Yasha-hime swiftly gathered everything up and presented it to Yang Yan for his inspection.
"Demons are different from human cultivators. Human cultivators mostly rely on magical artifacts for cultivation, while demons lack the ability to use tools. Therefore, what demons cultivate is mostly something from their own bodies."
Having once commanded a million-strong demon army under the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor, Yang Yan naturally had extensive knowledge of demons. Taking the items, he smiled and said.
"Indeed, the wolf's entire pelt has been refined by its demonic power, crafted into a wolfskin armor. Not only are ordinary weapons impervious, but it's also immune to most magical artifacts and spells. However, it cannot withstand the power of demonic weapons or gods. In a world without gods, it's already a rare defensive artifact. The wolf's teeth are its primary weapons; each tooth is imbued with countless wolf demon poisons and innocent souls. If Your Majesty were to refine the demonic treasure, the Heavenly Wolf Nail, according to ancient magic, its power would be boundless, specifically designed to kill the primordial spirits of gods. Furthermore, the wolf's head contains the Heavenly Wolf Pearl, formed from the wolf's life's cultivation, a treasure coveted by cultivators."
Lilith approached Yang Yan; as a fellow demon, she naturally knew all about these things.
"I'll take it. After this wolf dies, those who were transformed into werewolves by demonic energy will become truly dead, right?"
Yang Yan asked.
"Yes, Your Majesty, these people are all half-wolf demons infected by the wolf demon's demonic energy. After the real wolf demon dies, the source of the demonic energy disappears, and the demonic energy supporting these people's lives will quickly dissipate. At the latest, by sunrise, the sun's immense pure yang power will completely eliminate the demonic energy, and these people will all die,"
Lilith answered confidently.
"Then let's go back. The werewolves won't appear again."
Yang Yan left with his spoils and the beauties under his command.
Back at the hotel, the Shiranui Ninja Army began to operate. Soon, the private jet was ready. On this plane, which was no less than the private jet used by the heads of state of a major country, Yang Yan made a phone call to the general via encrypted satellite from a private room.
"General, I have taken care of your matter. Those guys you hate will all disappear by sunrise at the latest,"
Yang Yan said calmly.
"Hehe, Mr. Yang Yan is really efficient. By the way, I wonder if you have time? I would like to talk to you in person."
Hearing that Yang Yan had completed his commission so quickly, the general was clearly surprised.
"No problem, I'm on my way back home now, I'll visit you tomorrow."
Yang Yan nodded.
"Okay, then we'll play when we meet."
The general was obviously very busy and quickly hung up the phone.
"I hope he doesn't cause me any too much trouble..."
Yang Yan hung up the phone, rubbed his forehead. It seemed like he had been fighting all the time lately and had hardly had time to relax. It looked like he needed to find some time to take a long vacation. He had heard that Hawaii was nice, but he hadn't been there yet. Sunshine, beaches, beautiful women, volleyball—it sounded quite interesting.
"Master..."
Seeing Yang Yan walk out of the private room, Mai Shiranui went to greet him.
"Alright, the work is done. I'm going to relax. Prepare some hot water, I'm going to soak for a while. You can bring Storm Girl to serve me."
Yang Yan looked at Mai Shiranui's large breasts, and the image of Mai Shiranui and Storm Girl's breasts colliding flashed through his mind. Just thinking about it made him feel good.
Soaking in hot springs is truly addictive; at least Yang Yan loves it now. If he doesn't soak for a few days, he feels uncomfortable. This time in Russia, the hotels didn't have hot springs, but the private plane provided by the Shiranui family for Yang Yan's use carried over fifty tons of hot spring water for his enjoyment.
While the simulated hot spring on the plane wasn't as spacious as the ones Yang Yan usually used, providing such a large space as a bathroom on an airplane was quite impressive.
Yang Yan entered the hot spring bathroom, specially decorated by Mai Shiranui according to his preferences. Attended by several beautiful female ninjas, he removed all his clothes, leaving only a towel around his waist, and entered the water.
As the slightly scalding hot spring water submerged his body, the heat seemed to open every pore of his body, and Yang Yan couldn't help but groan.
"Master, is it comfortable?"
Mai Shiranui, wearing only a traditional Japanese bathrobe, came behind Yang Yan, her hands gently massaging his shoulders.
"Mmm."
Yang Yan kept his eyes closed, only letting out a soft nasal sound, indicating that he was enjoying Mai Shiranui's massage. A ripple of water surrounded him, and a hot, mature woman climbed into his arms, her full, voluptuous breasts pressing against his face.
Opening his eyes, Yang Yan saw Storm Girl, now his pet, actively moving on him, seeking pleasure.
"What a bitch, so eager for a man."
Yang Yan used his hands to lift Storm Girl's mature body onto his lap, his massive member breaking through the wetness, beginning its assault with the scalding hot spring water. Under this extreme stimulation, Storm Girl writhed wildly, letting out melodious moans…
Chapter 098: The Beautiful Female Secretary.
The luxurious limousine slowly drove into the general's residence. Led by guards, Yang Yan entered the unremarkable three-story building outside.
Led by guards, Yang Yan arrived at the general's office on the second floor of the small building. The small room, barely twenty square meters, had three enormous filing cabinets occupying nearly ten square meters of space, and a large desk piled high with documents. When Yang Yan saw the general, he was wearing glasses and flipping through a thick stack of documents, at least 340,000 words in length, which he was diligently working through.
"General,"
Yang Yan greeted him, but the general didn't respond, continuing to peruse the documents.
"Ah, Yang Yan, you've come. Please sit, please sit."
The general closed the last page of the document and then closed his eyes, seemingly still savoring everything recorded within. Nearly half an hour later, the general opened his eyes and found Yang Yan standing before him, immediately greeting him.
"Yes, sir."
Yang Yan sat down in the wicker chair opposite the general. Accustomed to modern sofas, sitting in this almost antique wicker chair was a pleasant change.
"Have you kept me waiting? Guards, quickly make some tea."
The general looked at Yang Yan kindly while loudly calling to the guards.
"No, General, you must be looking at a major plan concerning the fate of the nation and the people's livelihood. My waiting is nothing."
Although Yang Yan appeared modest, he was extremely annoyed inside. Anyone would probably get angry if they waited like this for half a day.
"It's nothing much. It's just that an unofficial staff member named 'Death Comes to Die' wrote a poorly written, flawed, idiotic plan called the 'Eye of Desire Cultivation Plan.' Its only merit is that its imagination is barely passable. It has no practical use."
The general shook his head and said.
"Is that so?"
Yang Yan cursed Death Comes to Die in his heart. What the hell did that damned guy write that made the general read it so carefully? This guy should really be given to Mai Shiranui so that she can drain him of his essence and kill him.
"Mr. Yang Yan, according to the information I just received, all the werewolves in the Russian army have disappeared. Without werewolves, the Russian army is just a paper tiger. Because you have successfully completed the mission entrusted to you by the country, the country and the people are very satisfied with you. In order to strengthen our ties, the country has decided to send you a secretary."
The general lit a cigarette and then said to Yang Yan.
"A secretary? I don't want a male secretary."
Yang Yan frowned and made his request directly. He was joking, he was surrounded by beautiful women, and he did business frequently. If a male secretary saw him, wouldn't he be at a huge loss?
"Of course."
The general looked at Yang Yan with a knowing look.
"By the way, why did you decide to send me a secretary?"
Yang Yan found it very strange. Wouldn't it be better to contact the general directly? Why go through all this trouble?
"Well, the country has its own considerations. First, you possess such immense power, which the country must monitor and guide. Furthermore, we must maintain close communication; otherwise, any incidents will be difficult for the country to handle. Second, you travel within the country without official status, so you inevitably encounter situations. Having a secretary appointed by the country can directly handle these matters. You wouldn't call an old man like me for every little thing, would you? Don't worry, you'll definitely be satisfied with the secretary I've arranged for you,"
the general said with a smile.
"Satisfied?"
Yang Yan looked at the general suspiciously. This old man seemed shrewd and calculating; could he be planning something…?
"Go and call Miss out,"
the general ordered the guard.
"Miss… your daughter?"
Yang Yan couldn't help but feel that this old man was up to something.
"No, my niece, surnamed Xu, a top student at QH University,"
the general said, looking at Yang Yan with a knowing smile.
"…Is she a virgin… is she married…?" Yang Yan
hesitated before asking.
"…Ask her yourself,"
the general replied after a long pause.
"Uncle."
A familiar-looking beautiful woman suddenly spoke up behind Yang Yan. Hearing this voice, even someone as thick-skinned as Yang Yan felt as if struck by lightning, his entire body instantly stiffening.
"Xin'er, come here. Uncle will introduce you. This is Mr. Yang Yan."
The general waved to Yang Yan's back.
"Mr. Yang Yan, hello."
A tall, beautiful woman dressed in very ordinary girl's clothes came to the general's side and reached out to shake hands with Yang Yan. This woman had very long, thick hair that almost reached her waist. She wore a tight white shirt and gray denim jeans, the very casual attire of a sunny urban girl.
"Hello..."
Even with Yang Yan's extensive experience with beautiful women, his expression changed drastically upon seeing this woman. After staring at her for more than ten minutes, probably until her hand was completely numb, Yang Yan finally came to his senses, extended his hand, and shook hers.
"Please take care of me in the future."
The woman said to Yang Yan with a smile, but her hand, while shaking his, kept secretly pinching the skin on Yang Yan's hand, making the back of his hand red and swollen.
"Definitely...definitely..."
Yang Yan, whose skin was thicker than a city wall and harder than a diamond—a face that even an atomic bomb might not be able to penetrate—was now flushed red, like a shy young boy meeting his beloved older sister, nodding repeatedly.
"Alright, you can go out now. I still have a lot of work to do."
The general waved to the two young men who only knew how to shake hands, and directed his guards to escort the two young men, whose hands were still clasped together, out of the office. After everyone left, the general reached for a document, preparing to continue reading, but after thinking for a moment, he picked up the "Desire Eye Cultivation Plan" that he had written on his deathbed and started reading it again.
"Read it one last time, then get to work. This really is the last time."
The general muttered to himself, looking at the hundreds of thousands of words in his hand with great enthusiasm.
"Come with me to the third floor."
The beautiful woman who had been gripping Yang Yan's hand tightly stretched out her other hand, seemingly to hug Yang Yan's thick waist, but instead skillfully pinched the soft flesh of Yang Yan's waist, immediately causing Yang Yan to break out in a cold sweat. He was led forward by the beautiful woman.
"I heard you have quite a few women in Japan?"
The beautiful woman smiled at Yang Yan, her hands landing on his waist as she forcefully vented her resentment while speaking in her sweetest voice.
"...No, absolutely not..."
Yang Yan dared not admit it, even if he were beaten to death. If he did, the hands that had been gripping his waist might tear him apart. He was still young, and many beautiful women were waiting for him to enjoy them. If he died like this, how many women would be heartbroken?
"Is that so? Then who are Mai Shiranui, Tsuki Shiranui, Cho Shiranui, Shiratori, Hanachiyo Fujiwara, Kaede Chiba, Yasha-hime, and the Englishwoman Yuri?"
the beautiful woman asked with a smile, continuing her gripping spree.
"I'm innocent! Not all of them are my women!"
Yang Yan began to defend himself.
"Then, that means a considerable number are your women."
The beautiful woman continued to tighten her grip, and Yang Yan broke out in a cold sweat.
"Release Master."
A palpable killing intent suddenly assaulted the beautiful woman, the chilling sensation causing her to immediately release her grip on Yang Yan's waist. Shiranui
Mai, dressed in red, coldly stared at the woman, a short sword in her hand.
"You damned Yang Yan, why are you so jealous if this isn't your woman?"
The woman glared fiercely at Yang Yan.
"No one is allowed to harm Master."
Shiranui Mai retorted defiantly.
"You think I'm afraid of you?"
The woman sneered, throwing a punch—a perfectly orthodox martial art.
"Child's play."
This level of skill held no threat whatsoever to Shiranui Mai, a ninja master at the pinnacle of Tianren. Shiranui Mai twisted her body, dodging the woman's fist, her short sword aimed directly at the woman's chest, determined to humiliate her.
Chapter 98 The True Identity of the Beauty
"Be careful..."
Before Yang Yan could finish speaking, the beauty's body twisted strangely, her entire body seemingly transforming into a rainbow of light. Shiranui Mai's dagger had already slashed through the air, and the beauty vanished from Yang Yan's sight as if in an illusion.
"Don't let her bully me."
The beauty had somehow returned to Yang Yan's side, her hand still pinching his waist.
"Mai, stop hitting her. She's someone I know."
Yang Yan stopped Shiranui Mai's actions.
"Mai... calling her so affectionately..."
The beauty was clearly speaking to Yang Yan with a jealous tone.
"You can leave now."
Yang Yan, enduring the pain, waved for Shiranui Mai to leave.
"Yes, Master."
Shiranui Mai sheathed her dagger and turned to leave.
"Is she your woman? Her breasts are so big, they must have been groped by you, you big pervert."
The beauty was consumed by jealousy, her hands relentlessly torturing the tender flesh of Yang Yan's waist.
"This... it seems they were already very big before I touched them."
Yang Yan said with a troubled expression.
"You...you bastard..."
Hearing Yang Yan's honest answer, the beautiful woman felt a pang of sorrow. She stopped pinching him and buried her head in his chest, tears streaming down her face. This fickle guy...
"I know I'm sorry. If I could, I would give everything I have to earn your forgiveness."
Yang Yan gently stroked the woman's head, expressing his remorse.
"You stinky guy..."
The woman's sobs were heartbreaking.
"Boss...madam, I know I'm sorry, but...there really is a reason..."
Yang Yan stammered. This beautiful woman was actually Yang Yan's first woman, the stunningly beautiful bar owner. Because of the awakening of his Eye of Desire, the power of desire erupted, and he couldn't resist taking this stunning beauty, who had always been his dream girl, in the bar. Yang Yan had always felt guilty. Even when he saved the bar owner during the confrontation with the Zombie King, Yang Yan dared not see her again. Even now, upon meeting the proprietress again, Yang Yan, with his playboy nature, couldn't help but act like a little boy, letting her torment him.
"What's the reason? Tell me,"
the proprietress asked, looking up, tears welling in her eyes.
"This...this..."
Yang Yan hesitated, unsure how to say it. Should he say that he forcibly took the proprietress's virginity in the bar because of the awakening of his "Eye of Desire"? No one would believe him if he told them about the "Eye of Desire."
"Tell me..."
Seeing Yang Yan remain silent for a long time, the beautiful proprietress glared at him with slight anger.
"This...that..."
Yang Yan mumbled, gently stroking the proprietress's body. The alluring body he had fantasized about countless times began to tremble uncontrollably under his caresses. The proprietress's head was already buried in Yang Yan's chest again, and rapid breaths could be faintly heard from within him.
"No...not here, let's go back to my room."
When Yang Yan's hand slipped inside the opening of her blouse and touched her sensitive areas, the proprietress grabbed his hand, panting as she spoke.
"Okay, where?"
Yang Yan scooped her up, his lust urging. Following the direction she pointed, they entered the room, and Yang Yan immediately threw her onto the elegant single bed, then pressed his entire body against her...
After the storm had passed, a naked man and woman were squeezed onto a small single bed, enjoying the aftermath of their passion.
"By the way, after knowing you for so long, I still don't know your name?"
Yang Yan finally asked after thinking for a long time.
"You pervert, you finally remember to ask my name now?"
The beautiful woman gently stroked Yang Yan's waist, which had been pinched red.
"Well... it's because you're so beautiful, you're like a fairy from heaven. This treacherous little devil naturally forgot to ask the fairy's name..."
Having just possessed the beautiful woman again, Yang Yan's mind was much sharper now, no longer the innocent little boy he had been before.
"My name is Xu Yixin, you can also call me Xiao Xin."
Xiao Xin said softly after a long while.
"What a beautiful name, a name that should only exist in heaven, how often can one hear it on earth."
Yang Yan chuckled and flattered her.
"Haha, how have you ever tried to coax a girl with such disgusting words..."
Hearing Yang Yan's words, Xiao Xin burst into laughter.
"...How dare you laugh at me! You must be punished."
As Xiao Xin moved on Yang Yan's body, her full, mature form gave him an unusual stimulation, and his magnificent weapon was once again brimming with fighting power.
"Ah...don't come anymore...I can't take it..."
Feeling Yang Yan's weapon regain its vigor, Xiao Xin trembled and immediately surrendered. The first battle had already made her feel that she couldn't withstand such an intense assault. The feeling of fainting during several orgasms was very exciting, but it was also extremely exhausting. Now, even moving her body felt very strenuous.
"Fine...I'll spare you."
Yang Yan knew that his abilities were strong. Even beauties of the caliber of Tian Ren and the Blood Clan Prince couldn't withstand his conquest without someone else to take their place. Naturally, this beauty in front of him couldn't resist his fighting power either, so he forcibly suppressed his burning desire.
"You know what? After you took my virginity at the tavern, I hated you for a while, I wanted to kill you, so I asked my father's gang to inquire about you."
Xiao Xin said to Yang Yan with a hint of reminiscence.
"No wonder your father was able to find me so quickly after you disappeared."
Yang Yan finally understood why Xiao Xin had called his phone after being captured by the snake demon.
"Well... at the time, I knew you had another woman, so I wanted to forget you completely, but then you rescued me from the snake demon. I knew you still had to deal with the snake demon, so I thought you would come back to find me after you defeated it..." Xiao Xin
's voice seemed to carry an ethereal quality.
"This..."
Yang Yan was naturally embarrassed to say that he was a little afraid to see this lovely and beautiful proprietress at the time.
"But you didn't come back to find me. Instead, you went to Japan, and then... you had more and more women around you, and these women were getting stronger and stronger. Your enemies also seemed to be getting more and more powerful... I know that compared to the female ninjas and warriors around you, my strength is indeed very weak, and I might be a burden to you. So I held back and didn't go to find you..."
Xiao Xin's tears dripped onto Yang Yan's chest.
"Silly girl..."
Yang Yan's heart was filled with sweetness as he said this. If he had known that Xiao Xin thought of him this way, he might have already taken her to his side. Although Boss Xu was a well-known tyrant in the underworld, if he wanted to take her away, with the strength of the ninjas under his command, Boss Xu probably wouldn't be able to resist.
"Actually, sometimes I hate you too. I hate your ruthlessness, I hate your womanizing. The women around you could almost form an army. But you won't come back to find me because I'm too weak..."
Xiao Xin's sobs grew softer and softer.
"Actually, I'm afraid too... I'm afraid you still hate me, so I had to hide."
Yang Yan said somewhat dejectedly.
“But now I’m not afraid anymore. I’ve gained power, although it seems to be just a legendary superpower. Even your powerful female ninja can’t hurt me anymore, so don’t even think about getting rid of me.”
Xiao Xin bit Yang Yan’s chest hard, causing him great pain and making him frown.
“Don’t worry, unless it’s the end of the world, no one can take you away from me.”
Yang Yan’s lustful hands caressed Xiao Xin’s body, exploring the mysteries of her female form.
“I don’t care how many women you have in the future. If you dare to treat me badly, I’ll… I’ll annoy you to death, annoy you for the rest of my life.”
With a passionate breath, Xiao Xin, aroused again, made a fierce vow before biting Yang Yan’s body. This was the last sentence Xiao Xin said before another storm. In the previous chapter, it was said that
accompanying a woman shopping was the most painful thing for men. Accompanying one woman shopping was so painful, but now, with so many women shopping together in front of Yang Yan, it made his head spin even more.
Xiao Xin is a typical modern woman who believes that when women go shopping, men must accompany them. So poor Yang Yan was dragged into this as a laborer. Since shopping alone is quite boring, she gathered a group of women: Yuri, the three Shiranui sisters, Ba, Hanachiyo, Kaede, Yu, and a dozen or so female ninjas specifically tasked with carrying the bags. They embarked on a grand shopping spree on the most bustling commercial street in New York City, America's largest metropolis.
"Why aren't you shopping?"
Yang Yan asked Yasha-hime, who was helping him carry the pile of useful and useless items the women had purchased.
"...I don't know how..."
Yasha-hime couldn't understand how these usually composed women could become so frenzied in the store.
"You should change your clothes. Wearing the same thing all the time, how can you express your personality?"
Xiao Xin approached Yasha-hime, casually placing the bags from Yasha-hime's hands into Yang Yan's, and then pulled Yasha-hime away.
"These women..."
The female ninjas behind him took the things from Yang Yan's hands. Yang Yan reached up and pressed his forehead. Although he wished there were lots and lots of beautiful women, accompanying them shopping was truly a painful task.
"Is this me?"
After several girls carefully selected her, Yasha-hime was forcibly dragged away to change clothes. Looking at her reflection in the mirror—slender figure, a well-fitting white suit, long, shiny black hair flowing down her back, and a small white hat—she was undeniably a radiant girl. If it weren't for the utter lack of a smile on her face, countless men would likely have approached her.
However, this was, of course, impossible. Dozens of ninjas in plain clothes, subtly exuding a murderous aura, intentionally or unintentionally drove away any onlookers, ensuring that no one would ever try to flirt with these beauties. ...
While Yang Yan and his companions were shopping sprees in America during the day, China was shrouded in darkness.
The night is mysterious, the night is eerie.
Almost all ghost stories take place at night, expressing people's fear of the darkness. Sometimes, the night is so terrifying: a dark night for murder, a windy night for arson, moonlight shining, a heart filled with unease, a female ghost is getting married...
On this beautiful moonlit night, in the most mysterious Shennongjia primeval forest, before an unnamed cliff, a dark mass of people knelt.
These people were dressed in strange attire; some were completely covered in long black robes, others were covered in hair except for a tiger skin, and still others were draped in grayish-white human skulls. A dozen or so men and women were naked, their bodies covered only by a single piece of cloth.
They all knelt and worshipped a cliff about two hundred meters high, as if the cliff were a deity.
As the moon rose high in the sky, after a series of slight tremors, these strange kneeling humans began to cheer in unison.
"Welcome back to the millennium opening of the Qiqiong Ancestor..."
they began to worship the cliff as if it were a divine revelation. The slight tremors grew more intense until the entire cliff seemed to shake. Then, the shaking suddenly stopped, and a huge crack, five or six meters wide and over thirty meters high, suddenly split open at the bottom of the cliff. A thick, grayish-white mist spewed from the crack, directly onto the kneeling humans, who immediately became invigorated, as if they had taken a stimulant.
"Thump...thump..."
It sounded as if a gigantic object had struck the ground. With each impact, the ground trembled. Soon, as the sounds grew louder, two eerie blue lights shot out from the thick, grayish-white mist within the cave. As the lights drew closer, a colossal figure, over ten meters tall, appeared in the fog. When the fog could no longer obscure their vision, a gigantic stone figure, over ten meters tall, holding a massive iron sword in both hands, strode out of the cave. The sounds of the massive objects striking the ground were the stone figure's footsteps. Seeing the
stone figure appear, the kneeling humans dared not breathe. The stone figure reached the cave entrance, stood to the left, plunged its massive iron sword into the hard rock, rested its hands on the sword, and the eerie blue light in its eyes slowly faded, transforming into a gigantic stone statue, seemingly guarding the cave. The moment the first stone figure stood still, a second enormous stone figure emerged from the cave's thick fog. This figure was almost identical in height and build to the first, the only noticeable difference being that it held a massive iron mace. The stone figure walked to the cave entrance, shifted to its right, and mirrored the movement of the left figure, thus creating two guardian stone figures at the cave entrance.
"Jack, jack, jack..."
A strange laugh echoed from within the cave, followed by a gigantic, three-headed bird, taller than a person, flying out. The bird landed about five meters in front of the cave entrance, and with a single swipe of its massive iron claws, it ripped a massive stone tablet, over three meters wide, from the ground. The tablet rose more than ten meters above the surface. The bird spread its wings, its three pairs of terrifying eyes sweeping over the kneeling, strangely dressed humans below. Immense pressure pressed down on them, the terrifying force causing them to tremble uncontrollably.
"The Ancestor commands you all to go in,"
a harsh voice boomed from the three-headed bird.
"Yes, we obey the decree of Ancestor Qi Qiong."
The humans, kneeling on the ground, suppressed their fear and rose to their feet. They orderly formed two lines, flanking the stone tablet, and slowly made their way into the cave, like the most devout believers on a pilgrimage to a holy site.
Just as the cliff face of Shennongjia split open, the masters of the four major Daoist schools all noticed the dramatic change in the celestial phenomena. A vast demonic aura rose from the land of Shenzhou, and under its influence, all the Daoist generals and stars dimmed. The demonic aura stretched across the sky, almost completely covering the heavens.
"Calamity, calamity! The Demon Ancestor Qi Qiong has reopened the mountain gates, and demons from all over the world are swarming out. My Tantric Buddhist temple is also about to be shrouded in dust..."
The young Living Buddha Bancan opened his eyes, awakening from his deep meditation at the threshold of life and death. Looking at the boiling demonic energy outside the window, Living Buddha Bancan sighed deeply, clasped his hands together, and loudly proclaimed a Buddhist chant. Buddhist light surged outside the entire temple, and the western world above the sky simultaneously flashed with boundless light.
"Evil heretics, how dare you invade my Maoshan..."
Outside Maoshan, four divine generals clad in golden armor, each riding a snow-white warhorse, roared in unison and soared into the air. Four silver spears pointed straight at the sky. The Azure Dragon of the East, the Vermilion Bird of the South, the White Tiger of the West, and the Black Tortoise of the North—the four divine beasts—gathered into the Twenty-Eight Constellations in the sky, simultaneously bursting forth with dazzling light. The massive demonic energy above Maoshan was dispelled by the four divine generals.
When demonic energy enveloped Longhu Mountain, Zhang Tianshi (Celestial Master Zhang) hurriedly entered the most mysterious and unpredictable Demon-Subduing Hall. Before the shrines of past Celestial Masters in that hall, Zhang Tianshi's Demon-Subduing Seal was enshrined. Holding the seal in both hands, Zhang Tianshi leaped into the hall. His hand gestures changed, and 1,300 demon-subduing talismans rose into the air, enveloping the entire Longhu Mountain in a massive array. Meanwhile,
at Mount Emei, hidden from the world's view, the most powerful ethereal realm of Emei automatically activated its Life, Death, Obscurity, and Light Dust Array as soon as the demonic energy arrived. This array covered the entire realm, preventing the demonic energy from crossing its boundaries.
In Kunlun Mountain, the sacred land of ten thousand immortals, at the Jade Void Palace, a Taoist holy site built in the void, demonic energy had just arrived. Suddenly, the supreme divine artifact enshrined within, the God-Slaying Whip, soared into the air, leaping directly out of the void. Thousands of whip shadows surged forth from the whip, causing the demonic energy to retreat instantly…
Chapter 099: The Birth of the Extraordinary Qiong
. Entering a cave filled with dense fog, it felt like entering another world. The people slowly walked forward along the passage beneath their feet. The terrain became increasingly open. When everyone's eyes lit up and the dense fog vanished, everyone was stunned by the scene before them.
In a hazy light, a vast space appeared before them. Hundreds of meters high, the rocky peaks were covered with moss-like plants that emitted a strange light. It was this light that illuminated the enormous cave, and the various strange and unusual plants on the ground displayed a variety of colors.
In the center of the cave, a colossal rock palace stood majestically. This solemn and grand rock palace was a great miracle beyond human capability to construct.
Following a narrow path, the group arrived at the palace. Before the palace gate stood a colossal bronze cauldron, about two people tall, with three legs cast in the shape of dragons, as if three giant dragons were supporting the massive cauldron. The cauldron's surface was densely engraved with strange characters. The top of the cauldron was cast as a gigantic monster, resembling a lion or tiger, with wings on its back and horns on its head, its terrifying eyes glaring ahead.
Continuing up the stone steps behind the cauldron, the group entered the palace. Inside, they saw two rows of stiff, standing human corpses, each wielding various weapons, seemingly having stood there for millennia. In the center of the palace, a two-meter-tall, hairy, naked giant sat on a chair made of human bones.
"My name is Qi Qiong."
The giant raised his head, which seemed to have been raised for millennia, and emitted a sound that seemed capable of shaking everything.
"Greetings, Demon Ancestor Qi Qiong!"
These strangely dressed humans all knelt down and bowed to Qi Qiong.
"State your names,"
Qi Qiong said, coldly observing them.
"The Netherworld Demonic Sect of Beiman Mountain greets the Demon Ancestor,"
those covered entirely in black robes said in unison, removing their hats to reveal terrifying, lifeless faces. "
The Primordial Demonic Sect of Miao Territory greets the Demon Ancestor,"
those clad in animal skins and adorned with skulls knelt in unison. "The
Naked Demonic Sect of Yin-Yang Mountain greets the Demon Ancestor,"
the remaining men and women, barely clothed, kowtowed to Qi Qiong.
"Eight thousand years ago, I established seven great demonic sects. The last time the gates opened, six remained. Why are only three sects left now?"
Qi Qiong asked coldly.
"Demon Ancestor, the Blue Miao Red Hair Demonic Sect was destroyed by Emei, the Northern Dark Sea Xuan Yin Demonic Sect was wiped out by the four great generals of Maoshan, and the Bright Peak Fire Worship Demonic Sect had its demonic fire extinguished by the Kunlun Mountain Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Righteous Law..."
The people below were all trembling with fear.
"...The dead dragon Xuanyuan has been reincarnated. Now the Xuanyuan Sword is not in Xuanyuan's hands. The opportunity to restore my great Demon God World has arrived. In one month, I, the Demon Ancestor, will have completed the eight thousand years of the Life and Death Mystery Gate. I, the Demon Ancestor, will personally emerge from seclusion and destroy the lineage of Xuanyuan's descendants."
Qi Qiong looked at the light outside the palace and said coldly.
"Congratulations, Ancestor, on restoring your true form as a god and demon. In the nine heavens and ten earths, I am the only one who reigns supreme." All the disciples of the Demonic Sect cheered
. The Demonic Sect, suppressed by the Daoist Sect for eight thousand years, finally welcomed the day when its master, the Demon Ancestor Qi Qiong, would emerge from seclusion.
"For the next month, you will stay here and cultivate the three demonic scriptures I have passed on to you."
A fierce glint flashed in Qi Qiong's eyes, and immediately three enormous stone tablets appeared before the disciples of the three sects.
"Thank you, Demon Ancestor..."
Seeing the legendary three demonic scriptures, these demonic disciples were extremely excited. Qi Qiong had passed down seven great demonic scriptures, which had been passed down orally and through personal instruction by the demonic sect disciples for eight thousand years, leaving less than a tenth of them. Now, having received the orthodox demonic scriptures, the strength of these demonic disciples would naturally increase a hundredfold.
"The Demon Ancestor is in seclusion."
A strange cry came from the three-headed bird outside the cave, and the stone tablet on which the bird stood immediately began to sink into the ground, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"You two, guard the cave entrance well, and do not allow anyone to enter or leave."
The strange bird called out to the two stone figures standing at the entrance, then turned and plunged into the cave. With a tremor of the cliff, the cave entrance closed again, and the cliff returned to its original state. Apart from the two expressionless giant stone figures outside the cliff, it seemed that nothing had happened.
"The demonic energy has vanished?"
The various sects, struggling to resist the demonic energy and prevent it from invading their vital strongholds, suddenly discovered that the terrifying demonic energy had disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had ever happened; everything was peaceful.
The sects exchanged information, but they couldn't explain where the suddenly appearing demonic energy had come from, only knowing that it seemed to have simply been testing their strength.
Amidst the unease and speculation of the various sects, a month quickly passed.
Longhu Mountain, a renowned Taoist mountain, was a place of great prestige. Since the Celestial Masters built the Celestial Master Palace on Longhu Mountain, it had been a place of great religious activity, and countless legends surround it. The most famous of these is undoubtedly the story in the opening chapter of the novel *Water Margin*, where the unfortunate Taiwei released 108 demonic stars from Longhu Mountain. These 108 demonic stars later reincarnated and descended to earth, shaking half of the Song Dynasty.
There is indeed a Demon-Subduing Hall on Mount Longhu, but this hall does not enshrine the 108 Demon Stars from the novel. Instead, it houses the shrines of over 300 Celestial Masters throughout history.
Zhang Tianshi, acting on the orders of the Ziwei Emperor, travels the world to suppress demons and monsters. Successive generations of Celestial Masters have traveled the world capturing demons and ghosts, spreading miracles far and wide. Therefore, the hatred between the Celestial Masters and the Demonic Sect runs deeper than the sea. Of the over 300 Celestial Masters, 173 died at the hands of the Demonic Sect, while over 400 leaders of the Demonic Sect perished under the Celestial Masters' magical spells.
Late at night, all the disciples in the Celestial Master Palace were resting. The current Zhang Tianshi was meditating in his room. Although it was now the technological age, and the entire Celestial Master Palace was equipped with electric lights and telephones, Zhang Tianshi's room lacked any modern amenities.
The room was quite simple, with a cloud-shaped bed, a futon on it that looked like it had been used for countless years, and a small altar behind the bed, on which sat an ancient longsword covered with dozens of talismans. On the wall was a huge character for "Tao" written in an ethereal and elegant style. In front of the bed were only three small futons placed side by side, nothing else.
Zhang Tianshi sat on the cloud-shaped bed with his eyes closed, his palms facing upwards, breathing slowly. Just as Zhang Tianshi reached a state of perfect stillness, a sound like the roar of a dragon, like the clash of metal, suddenly rang out behind him, startling him awake.
"The Demon-Subduing Sword is ringing on its own, could a great change be about to occur in the Celestial Master's Palace?"
Without turning his head, Zhang Tianshi reached behind him and grabbed the longsword covered with talismans. The sword had been drawn more than a foot from its sheath, and the cold light of its blade was clearly visible in the surroundings.
"Disciples outside, immediately ring the golden bell in the Demon-Subduing Hall to summon all disciples and elders to the Demon-Subduing Hall,"
Zhang Tianshi said calmly to those outside.
"Yes, Grandmaster,"
two voices, still clearly childish, replied from outside.
Zhang Tianshi, carrying a long sword that was already more than a foot long unsheathed, strode into the Demon-Subduing Hall. The golden bell, which had just rang to urgently summon the disciples, now stood silently with its hands at its sides.
"Patriarchs of all ages, tonight the Demon-Subduing Sword has inexplicably drawn its sheath and resounded, concerning the rise and fall of the Celestial Masters lineage. This disciple dares to request the extraordinary Plum Blossom Divination method left by the Patriarchs to calculate the cause and effect, hoping for the mercy of the Patriarchs of all ages."
Zhang Tianshi respectfully placed the Demon-Subduing Sword beneath the shrine of the Celestial Masters of all ages, then took five copper coins from the offering table, lit a talisman, and threw the coins and talisman into a tortoise shell. As the talisman burned out, Zhang Tianshi bit his middle finger, dripped his blood into the tortoise shell, and finally poured the remaining copper coins onto the offering table.
"Five coins reduced to one, a terrible omen."
Zhang Tianshi exclaimed in alarm as he saw that only one coin remained
. "It seems this is inextricably linked to the appearance of demonic energy a month ago."
An aged voice sounded behind Zhang Tianshi. Zhang Tianshi turned around and saw his fellow disciples and all the current elders of the Celestial Masters lineage gathered before him.

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