Chapter 82: The Arrival of a Demon Clan Guest
Everyone's gaze involuntarily gathered on the rooftop.
Even though her face had changed, it was clearly Xin Yi, the woman beside Second Young Master Cen Qingyou!
Oh my goodness!
All the Four Spirits disciples who had previously come into contact with Qiao Wan trembled as a wave of shock overwhelmed them.
Is that really Xin Yi?!
Although her face was covered in bloodstains, the reflection of the bright round moon behind her, her serious gaze, and the dancing black Buddha's light contained a touch of breathtaking beauty.
This beauty has nothing to do with gender or race, it surpasses appearances.
Even if the person standing on the rooftop were a man, this sacred aura of killing would still send shivers down the spines of the fierce cultivators involuntarily.
After a moment of stunned silence, all the Cen family disciples and Lin family disciples snapped back to reality. They took a brief look at the battling demons and simultaneously picked up their weapons to join the fight!
Even though the two families were at each other's throats before, as humans, we must unite and set aside our grievances to deal with these monsters!
Taking advantage of your weakness to try to kill you.
Whoever doesn't step up at this moment is a coward!
The monsters underground were being worn down by the attacks of the Cen family and the disciples of the Lin family, just like cutting vegetables and fruit.
Ouch, it hurts!
Suppressing her breath, Qiao Wan unleashed a powerful attack. She felt her head pounding and her consciousness being stretched and torn apart.
Although she didn't devour those monsters, the backlash from connecting with the sea of consciousness was like a powerful wave crashing down.
This time, she learned from past mistakes.
She mustn't become corrupted, she mustn't become corrupted, she mustn't become corrupted...
Trying to hold on, she couldn't withstand the backlash from the dark energy. Qiao Wan's body swayed and she fell to her knees on the rooftop.
Darn it.
Leaning on her hammer, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Qiao Wan felt a mix of sadness and anger in her heart.
"He's only handsome for a few seconds, nothing more."
As soon as Qiao Wan knelt down, her knees went weak. She felt her vision darken and uncontrollably fell to the ground.
"Oh no!"
Xiao Boyang saw this scene with his own eyes as he arrived at Shichun Hall. His heart felt like it was about to jump out of his throat. Without catching his breath, he hurriedly rushed forward to catch her.
As he held Qiao Wan in his arms and faced the bewildered crowd.
Xiao Boyang suddenly felt a jolt in his heart, as if he had been drenched with cold water.
Half of his excitement vanished.
The demon beast was almost dead, leaving only Qiao Wan.
Everyone present had clearly seen the black Buddhist light just now. Even if the dark magic used Buddhist techniques, it was still dark magic. How could someone have dark magic on them when they cultivated themselves?
Especially in this sensitive situation where the "demon beast almost massacred everyone". Having just escaped from death, everyone was on edge.
Finally, someone couldn't help but ask.
"How... how does this person have magic on them?"
Although just now it was indeed this person who saved everyone, who can guarantee that this is not another act from the demon realm? Who can believe such a magical being?
Xiao Boyang lowered his head and tightened his grip on Qiao Wan's arm. His face had a slightly mysterious expression.
He cursed under his breath.
He will definitely be killed by Qiao Wan. Whenever he encounters her, nothing good happens.
But even so, Xiao Boyang didn't move a step away. Instead, he held Qiao Wan even tighter.
In the Mudstone Secret Realm, Qiao Wan stood in front of them that time. He got scared and ran away.
But this time, even if he wanted to retreat, if he did, he was truly a coward.
Therefore, the young master, who seemed strong on the outside but was weak on the inside, tightly pressed his lips together and faced the different gazes of the cultivators present. He didn't budge an inch.
"What's wrong with the demonic energy?" Xiao Boyang snorted disdainfully, looking around at the cultivators present. "You can still stand here breathing thanks to her. How come you turn your back on her after she saved your lives?
A few people looked at each other and frowned: "Taoist friend, your aggression is a bit too much, we didn't mean it... It's just that you saw the situation just now. We have to be cautious..."
The second half of the sentence was cut off by a thin sword light, like snowflakes.
Xiao Boyang glanced at Pei Chunzheng.
The young man kept his eyes down and didn't look at him.
"What do you mean, sir?" said Baihu Ershisan.
Just now, he had just fought the monster for Qiao Wan. At this moment, the man looked like a bloody figure.
"You got saved by a girl and now you're getting angry and thinking of cutting ties?" Baihu Ershisan took a breath, swung his big knife, and threw a handful of blood droplets, saying, "If anyone dares to touch this little girl, I will kill them."
After being pierced by Baihu Ershisan's fierce gaze, two people immediately took a step back.
"Xin Yi is an honored guest of my Celestial Manor," a gentle male voice interjected in a timely manner.
Cen Qingyou stepped forward and stood in front of Xiao Boyang, his expression serious and his gaze cold. He said, "I am also indebted to our savior. Anyone who disagrees will be an enemy of the Cen family."
At first, there was one person, then a second, then a third. And finally, a fourth... In the blink of an eye, all the Four Spirits disciples who could still move silently positioned themselves in front of Qiao Wan, ready to defend.
On the other side, members of the Lin family looked at each other and someone spoke up, "Anyone who tries to settle scores at a time like this is a dishonorable coward. If they are from the Cen family, we won't let them off. And if they are from our Lin family, we don't want them."
In just a moment, the fierce and wicked cultivators from the Lin and Cen families put aside their past grievances. And all because of this girl.
But she wasn't an ordinary girl.
This girl had just saved the lives of everyone present. Anyone who would turn against her at a time like this would be betraying her kindness and showing ingratitude.
The group of cultivators who were isolated, their faces twitched and they fell silent.
At this moment, anyone who dared to question further would truly have no shame.
Although these cultivators had killed many people, they still had a bit of conscience and dignity as men.
Witnessing this scene, the young man with the magic spear put away his spear and his figure suddenly distorted, like ripples in water, quietly dissipating in mid-air.
Mei Kangping instructed him and he had already finished.
There was no need to stay here any longer.
...
The disciples of the Cen Family were all caught in great confusion during their cultivation.
After returning from Shichun Hall, Qiao Wan was immediately sent to a room in Cold Mountain Yard.
Mrs. Cen had just checked on her and said that her physical injuries were not serious, but her spiritual sense needed to wait until Qiao Wan wakes up to assess.
There were still a lot of things to handle in the mansion right now, Cen Qingyou and Xiao Boyang were busy with cleaning up and wrapping things up. Seeing that Qiao Wan still hasn't woken up, Mrs. Cen couldn't put too much attention on her.
A few disciples of the Four Spirits bravely stood guard at the entrance of Cold Mountain Yard.
"Is that really Xin Yi?"
A few disciples of the Four Spirits crouched at the gate, looked at each other, and remembered the stunning glimpse they had just seen on the roof, their eyes filled with admiration.
Thinking back to the ordinary little maid and the cold gaze on the rooftop, bright and clear, they couldn't help but be curious and sincerely complimented her beauty.
The difference before and after the disguise was too big.
This was not just a surprise, it was a shock.
The disciples of the Four Spirits exclaimed in admiration.
"Hey, don't you think Taoist Friend Mu... looks too much like Xin Yi..."
With their gossiping skills, they could already see a red figure approaching from the Wujing Forest.
The disciples of the Four Spirits stood up one by one and looked towards the incoming person.
As the saying goes, "Speak of the devil and he shall appear."
The girl stopped at the gate, accompanied by a man dressed in fiery red.
Mu Xiaoxiao glanced at the Four Spirits guarding the gate and softly asked, "Is Miss Xin Yi doing well?"
The black Buddha light that descended from the sky was witnessed by Mu Xiaoxiao and Feng Wangyan.
"She hasn't woken up yet," shook the disciple of the Four Spirits.
The girl nervously bit her lower lip and asked, "Can I go in and have a look?"
It seemed like she was a bit afraid of the guarding disciples of the Four Spirits.
A few disciples of the Four Spirits exchanged glances.
Is it really her?
It seems like it.
The aura on her is correct.
"I'm just a little worried," Mu Xiaoxiao forced a smile. "Please rest assured, Four Spirits brothers."
After all, the girl in front of them didn't do anything outrageous. She just protected that silly but kind-hearted chicken before. Now she came to visit out of concern.
After confirming that it was indeed her, the "Four Spirits" members no longer stopped her.
"Miss Mu, please."
"Remember not to touch Xin Yi."
...
Qiao Wan woke up from her deep sleep, her injuries had already been wrapped up. However, her head was still throbbing and in her consciousness, it felt like someone was stirring with a pair of scissors.
This is demonic energy.
Qiao Wan, with her hands on her head, pressed her lips together. She knew very well that the dark energy had entered her body.
Although she had gained some experience this time, it was much better than the last time she went berserk and tried to kill Mu Xiaoxiao. However, the violent and bloodthirsty desire still hadn't subsided.
Perhaps it was from the moment she ate that scorpion-tailed spider in the Mudstone Secret Realm that the dark energy started to affect her senses. Ever since she descended from the mountain...
Qiao Wan opened her hand and looked at her palm.
She had become even more impulsive and bloodthirsty than before. The Qiao Wan who used to be cautious, polite, and tried not to provoke anyone was becoming more and more blurry.
But people are always changing and growing, and after going through so much, it would be impossible to say that there haven't been any changes.
As she thought this, she suddenly heard some movement at the door.
Qiao Wan turned her head and saw two people entering.
The young girl had a beautiful face and was dressed in red.
She and the man behind her, who was also dressed in fiery red, looked like a perfect couple.
In the blink of an eye, Qiao Wan stiffened.
They saw clearly, and after seeing her appearance, the two of them were stunned for a moment.
Mu Xiaoxiao widened her eyes a bit.
After Feng Wangyan was stunned, his expression quickly changed, and half a second later, a strong killing intent burst out from his eyes!
Following that was a big ball of dazzling phoenix fire!
Qiao Wan flipped over and tilted her head slightly. The ball of phoenix fire just grazed the left side of her face, burning off a small section of her hair.
Mu Xiaoxiao stood still in place, completely stunned.
She remembered this face.
This was Martial Sister Qiao Wan, the one who had jumped down from the execution platform.
She also remembered that lonely figure who sat by the window on Yuqing Peak, as stiff as a jade sculpture. That was Master Zhou Yan, regretful and apologizing to his disciple through the days and nights of suffering.
While Mu Xiaoxiao was looking at Qiao Wan, Feng Wangyan was also looking at her.
No wonder, no wonder!
After seeing that face clearly, Feng Wangyan laughed in anger!
No wonder this ignorant servant girl had tried to harm him that day.
So this is the waste he had heard about!
In the secret realm, there was a fake person who wanted to kill Mu Xiaoxiao, causing her to lose her memory.
With a sudden movement, Qiao Wan's senses shook violently, and a strong desire for violence surged up from her tailbone!
Locking eyes with Feng Wangyan, all the anger and resentment rose up in her heart.
The man took the initiative to attack, raising his sleeve and exerting cruel pressure, as if he wouldn't be satisfied until he crushed the worthless person in front of him!
"What's wrong?!"
Outside the house, the disciples of the Four Spirits sensed something was wrong and rushed in one after another, only to see Qiao Wan lying on the ground, spitting out blood from the impact.
She wanted to kill.
A buzzing sound filled her mind, stirring up even more intense demonic energy.
She wanted to kill.
Qiao Wan looked up, with demonic energy overflowing from head to toe.
"Little Phoenix!"
In a moment of desperation, Mu Xiaoxiao grabbed onto Feng Wangyan.
The man glanced at the girl, his anger not diminishing but rather growing, and when he looked back at Qiao Wan, his killing intent became even stronger.
Before, I didn't argue with you. The young man coldly laughed with his black hair gently fluttering. His beautiful face showed a hint of cruelty. "I said, everything you stole from Xiaoxiao will be returned to her, one by one."
After all, it was a Foundation Building cultivator facing a Yuanying cultivator. He had just been injured and depleted his energy. How could he be in a good state to make a decision to kill someone under Feng Wangyan's command?
And there was Qiao Wan, who had an overflowing demonic aura. It was obvious that she had been affected by the dark magic!
"What is going on?!"
The Four Spirits guarding the gate were so angry that they almost went mad. They quickly split up, with half of them stopping the situation and the other half going to invite Cen Qingyou and Pei Chunzheng to come over!
Just in the blink of an eye, Qiao Wan had already rushed out of Cold Mountain Yard with Feng Wangyan.
That was his beloved Jiaojiao.
Feng Wangyan closed his eyes and all he saw was the image of a girl blinking her eyes. He softly asked if she was in pain.
When he opened his eyes again, the pressure became even stronger.
Qiao Wan was thrown several yards away and landed on the ground, bleeding from her mouth and nose. Her eyes were empty, with only a fiery red figure left. In her heart, there was only one belief.
Kill the person in front of her.
At the same time, upon receiving this news, disciples from the Lin family and the Cen family who had a sense of loyalty, immediately reacted with anger!
Damn it!
Who dared to harm their savior!
The previously calm Cen family suddenly became restless.
Just as everyone was preparing their weapons to storm towards Cold Mountain Yard, a sudden, immense pressure descended from the sky, like a mountain weighing down on them.
It's... demonic energy...
This is demonic energy...
The people present felt a surge of fear, their faces suddenly changing. There was no time to worry about Qiao Wan's situation as they quickly summoned their magic tools, their faces drenched in cold sweat, and looked ahead.
"Demonic energy!"
"We're under attack! We're under attack!!"
This pressure was even more terrifying than the dozens of monsters they had encountered.
The five dark shadow dragons rushed towards them, making everyone shiver in fear and sweat profusely. They dared not even look up.
Just as they stepped out of the ghost gate, they found themselves entering the Yama Hall. It seemed like this was as far as they could go.
But the terrifying demonic aura that felt like hell itself didn't fall upon them.
The five dark shadows headed straight for Qiao Wan and Feng Wangyan, who were engaged in a fierce battle.
Maybe half a second had passed, or maybe even quicker.
By the time everyone realized what was happening, Feng Wangyan had already been blasted away by the dragon aura.
As his black robe fluttered, the chaotic demonic energy once again calmed down.
The dark aura dispersed, revealing a humanoid figure. Dressed in a black robe and black boots with silver patterns, he stood between Qiao Wan and Feng Wangyan, looking handsome and dignified.
"This is..." Someone in the crowd, bold and knowledgeable, couldn't help but whisper, "Demon Emperor!"
It was Demon Emperor Jia Yin!
In an instant, everyone's faces froze in shock.
Without taking a breath, in the next moment, they witnessed another terrifying scene.
Qiao Wan, who seemed to have lost her mind again, charged straight towards the man, ready to attack.
This is bad!
As the saying goes, a gift of a thousand miles may be light, but the feelings behind it are strong.
Everyone watched in horror as they imagined Qiao Wan's belly being directly blasted through by the five dragons.
And sure enough, the man also made a move.
Jia Yin looked up and saw Qiao Wan charging towards him.
His eyes flickered, and he moved his sleeve—
Everyone was startled!
He swiftly and accurately struck down with a knife!
The onlookers were amazed:... Is he showing mercy?
His powerful strike came down on Qiao Wan, causing her body to go limp.
Not far away, the five dragon shadows roared and rushed towards the fallen Qiao Wan!
The onlookers were startled again: This is no mercy! It's over! She's going to get blasted through!
In the midst of a crisis, a brave hero couldn't bear to see his savior being attacked, and made a sacrifice, shouting angrily, "Demon Emperor, have mercy!"
Jia Yin opened his eyes wide.
As Qiao Wan fell down, five dragon shadows appeared. With a quick brake, they slid in and caught the girl, placing her gently on the ground.
The crowd wondered, "Did we just witness something magical?"
Before they could recover from this scene, the man in the arena looked up and turned his gaze towards Feng Wangyan in the distance.
This strike was not as gentle as the earlier chop. The beautiful phoenix struggled for a moment but couldn't get up from the ground. Blood foam kept coming out of its mouth, and its phoenix eyes stared fiercely at the man in the dark-colored robe in front of it.
"Who are you--" that was what he wanted to ask, but his injuries were too severe. Blood foam choked his airway, making a wheezing sound, and he couldn't utter a word.
