Inner Demons

Before the elderly man who had lived with Li Yunxin in the Weicheng Dragon King Temple for several months could speak, Li Yunxin had already stepped through the door. He was just as he was in Weicheng—as dusk approached, he pushed open the door and returned from the street. He had done certain things and met certain people. Old Daoist Liu didn't know what he was plotting, but he didn't ask, only telling him how much incense money was added today and which granny from which family came to ask if he had a sweetheart—

He walked into the courtyard with a smile on his face, stared at Old Daoist Liu seriously and carefully, and let out a long breath, "Good. Now it's truly me, and you're truly you. I've come to take you out."

He and Old Daoist Liu had been separated for less than a month, but it felt like a long time had passed.

But neither of them was fond of expressing emotions outwardly, which made their meeting now calmer and more composed, as if they had long anticipated the current situation.

But there was still someone who was not calm and composed enough. That Black Saber Ying Jueran rushed forward, his eyes wide as he looked at Li Yunxin, "I brought the people!"

"But some were lost again," he immediately regretted. He first looked behind Li Yunxin, then surveyed the people in the courtyard, "Do you know that a mysterious thing happened? You are someone who understands Daoist Arts; can you tell me what on earth happened?"

Ying Jueran's behavior was abrupt and abnormal. The expression on his face also didn't look like a normal person's; it seemed like he had gone astray in his cultivation or had some mental disturbance.

Li Yunxin slightly frowned and looked at Old Daoist Liu.

Old Daoist Liu stepped forward to first gently comfort Ying Jueran, then briefly told Li Yunxin about what had just happened. But Black Saber felt he wasn't detailed enough and quickly snatched the words, pouring out everything he "saw" in one go. His expression was anxious as he spoke, and his tone was rapid, as if what he was saying weren't words but a poison forced into his body by someone—and he needed to pour it out as soon as possible.

But the current him was no longer the one who was hiding his identity in Weicheng. People knew he was a demon-fiend or an immortal or the Wei River Dragon King, and their eyes held three points of respect and four points of awe when they looked at him. Even though they had many things to say, they couldn't just walk up, bow, and then speak.

And so, Li Yunxin finished listening to everything Ying Jueran said.

Then he reached out, grasped his left wrist, pulled him in front of himself, and somehow pulled out a Talisman, slapping it onto Ying Jueran's forehead with a pa sound—

The Talisman ignited in the wind, but the flames vanished instantly, only singeing a few strands of hair.

Ying Jueran was utterly powerless against him, like a frail scholar from the market. Only after all this happened did he try to pull away and retreat—Li Yunxin let go of him. Then he said, "Someone planted something in your divine consciousness so that you could relay it to me. I've helped you clear it now, or you would go mad. Think again, what did that old man look like back then—was it like this?"

He raised his hand and drew in the air, and a lifelike portrait appeared in the air.

Ying Jueran didn't have time to be astonished by this miraculous ability. He just stared and cried out in surprise, "Exactly!"

Li Yunxin was silent for a moment, then gently nodded, "Old Man Su."

After a while, he said, "Such great skill."

—Old Man Su had sent these people into his "Dragon Palace" and even opened a "back door" for his "Dragon Palace."

Old Daoist Liu, San Hua, and even Ying Jueran had entered through the "back door."

This matter was like opening the door and returning home late at night, only to find the house filled with exquisite gifts, and a back door had been opened at the same time—nothing was lost, and there were even "surprises," but for a normal person, there would only be "shock" and no "joy." In Li Yunxin's view, this kind of thing was like a display of power. It should be known that a demon-fiend's Traveling Palace or Dragon Palace is the most secretive place. Logically speaking... no one should be able to invade it.

Old Daoist Liu realized that things might be unusual, so he moved closer and whispered, asking him "what was wrong."

Li Yunxin thought again and just said, "Someone picked the lock."

At this moment, he had walked into the courtyard, the door open behind him. The people in the courtyard didn't know what he meant by "picked the lock," but they had listened to Ying Jueran's words—before, they thought Black Saber had gone astray in his cultivation, suffered from qi deviation, or was hallucinating. Now, seeing Li Yunxin's attitude, they knew that what Black Saber said might be true.

For a moment, they were all worried, wondering what other bizarre things would happen in this world beyond imagination.

But there was no more miraculous event.

After Li Yunxin said this, he turned around and walked out of the door again. Then he stood outside the door, waved to them, and said softly, "Come out."

People didn't know why, or where they were going. But Old Daoist Liu was the first to step forward, walking out the door.

When they were in the courtyard, the sky was bright. Although they didn't know where the sunlight came from, it was at least a sunny day. But as soon as they stepped out of the dilapidated courtyard door, everything instantly turned pitch black. Old Daoist Liu subconsciously grabbed Brother Xin's sleeve and took a moment to adjust to the darkness. A moment later, he found that the world wasn't completely dark—he was in a patch of woods, with firefly-like dots of light flowing through the leaves and branches. He felt a moist wind, with a slight smell of water in it.

Li Yunxin smiled, "It's Jun Mountain. There's a restriction blocking the way, so it's safe."

As he spoke, people slowly walked out. Li Yunxin still only spoke to Old Daoist Liu, "There is one more person on Jun Mountain, Lady Hong. And Bai Yunxin might also arrive—I've told you about Lady Hong. In a moment, you will walk down the steps to the front hall at the foot of the mountain."

"There's nothing inside, but you'll have to figure something out. Don't eat fish, everything else is fine."

He was giving instructions. Old Daoist Liu felt a little flustered hearing this, and his hand grasping his sleeve did not let go, "What about you, Brother Xin?"

When they came out and looked back, they could no longer see the courtyard or that world. There was nothing in the woods—in fact, they had walked out of Li Yunxin's folding fan. And at this moment, Li Yunxin also looked at the folding fan in his hand and then looked up at the west side of the woods.

The west side was adjacent to the plaza in front of the Ziwei Palace Central Hall, and he saw someone standing at the edge of the woods. That should be Lady Hong—the princess of this lake didn't seem to care too much about the arrival of these people, but of course, she wasn't very welcoming either. He and Lady Hong stared at each other from a distance in the dark woods for a moment, then he turned to Old Daoist Liu and said, "I'm going out to take a look. I'll be back soon."

He spoke a little loudly, and the person on the west side must have heard him. So, that person slowly walked away.

Then Li Yunxin waved the folding fan in his hand—he vanished into thin air.

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