Inner Demons

Kun Wuzi glanced at him: "You are, after all, cultivating the Demon Path, advancing to the True Realm with Vow Power. It's not uncommon to encounter a demon cultivating an unorthodox path before your realm is consolidated."

As he spoke, he took the Yin Soul from Li Shan's hand: "Keep it for now. I'm still refining a furnace of Yellow Bud Elixir on Cloud Mountain. Using this to open the elixir furnace would be good."

"Old fellow, do you understand now?" Kun Wuzi smiled at Old Daoist Liu: "Don't underestimate my resolve to kill."

Old Daoist Liu's rage seemed about to overflow. He looked at Kun Wuzi and suddenly closed his eyes: "Then kill me too! Brother Xin will make your deaths a hundred times more miserable!"

Kun Wuzi sneered: "Fine. I'll grant your wish."

As he spoke, he swung his hand fiercely—with a whooshing sound, Spiritual Power shot out like a sword Qi and struck with a thwack near Old Daoist Liu's ear.

But it didn't pierce his skull; it only grazed his ear and drew blood.

He was still alive. Yet Old Daoist Liu didn't open his eyes, nor did he show any sense of relief from escaping death. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said: "What, you don't dare to kill after all?"

Kun Wuzi ignored him. He exchanged glances with Li Shan and finally let out a long breath—

"This makes things much easier..." Kun Wuzi was genuinely relieved. First, he rubbed his forehead, then said, "Then immediately—"

But he was cut off mid-sentence as a Talisman in his sleeve suddenly vibrated frantically.

This was a Purple Talisman—Yue Yunzi had used such a Talisman to speak with Kun Wuzi before his decisive battle with Li Yunxin in Weicheng. Now Kun Wuzi also had a few in his sleeve... He knew this was a message being sent to him by the Taoist priests stationed in Weicheng. And the message must be extremely urgent, otherwise, who would be willing to use this thing!

He immediately frowned, took out the Talisman, and burned it. A flickering figure then appeared in the void.

The spectral image immediately said: "Sect Master, that Li Yunxin has arrived!"

The three attackers in the hall exchanged glances. Kun Wuzi said seriously: "Is it really Li Yunxin? In Weicheng? Explain in detail, don't rush!"

The spectral image was a Daoist Orthodoxy cultivator, his tone sounding slightly panicked: "He just arrived, and is currently outside the city shouting abuse. Before the Sect Master left, you instructed us that once Li Yunxin arrived, we should not act rashly, but call for reinforcements. We did exactly that, but three of our fellow disciples were patrolling the Formation outside the Restriction at the time, and the demon seized the opportunity and captured them all. I got the news in the city and only brought people to check. It is indeed the person the Sect Master spoke of. Right now—"

Kun Wuzi interrupted him: "How does that Li Yunxin look?"

The cultivator paused: "He is very arrogant, just shouting insults outside, challenging us to come out and die."

"Then why haven't you gone?"

The cultivator was stunned: "Sect Master, he is threatening the lives of the three fellow disciples in his hands. Although I am a True Realm, I can't guarantee the safety of the three fellow disciples while also capturing him! I have already sent messages to the few senior brothers who are out—when they return as reinforcements, we three True Realms..."

Kun Wuzi slapped the armrest of the wicker chair and shouted: "Idiot! Fool! He is a demon! Do your three fellow disciples have any chance of living in his hands!? That Li Yunxin has already had a clone severed and is extremely weak right now; he is just putting on a brave front—go out and capture him immediately! If you are any later, he will escape!!"

The cultivator was about to say something else, but Kun Wuzi shouted again: "Go immediately!"

This time, the cultivator dared not hesitate. The spectral image flickered for a while and immediately vanished.

Kun Wuzi stared at the void for a long time, then angrily waved his hand: "Idiot! Scoundrel! He ruined my great plan!"

Li Shan thought for a moment and let out a sigh: "It's a good thing, though. At least we know he is truly outside Dongting right now. But I think his current attempt to capture Li Yunxin will also be fruitless. In my opinion, he took the three Taoist priests to use as a threat against you. But after making his move, he was afraid of being chased by the people in the city, so he is acting high and mighty outside. If they really chase after him... he will probably turn around and run. Even if he's weak, he's still a True Realm. How could they catch him?"

Kun Wuzi snorted irritably: "Threaten me? Threaten me with Daoist Orthodoxy people?"

Li Shan looked at him: "Don't forget, you are still the Sect Master of Langya Grotto-Heaven, Kun Wuzi. Those Taoist priests are your disciples. As Kun Wuzi, you can't disregard their lives and deaths. He is probably counting on that. It's just that... he doesn't know that we are already here in Dongting."

Kun Wuzi thought for a moment, then said grudgingly: "That makes some sense. Alas. Let's wait."

They didn't wait long—a quarter of an hour later, the cultivator sent a message using another Purple Talisman. Just as Li Shan had predicted, as soon as they left the city, Li Yunxin immediately slipped away with the three Taoist priests.

"So... he should be coming back now," Li Shan pondered.

As he spoke, he circled the two living captives a few times. Then he stopped in front of them: "But how will he return?"

Then he turned to Kun Wuzi: "For example, if Li Yunxin opened the back door of his Traveling Palace outside Dongting... then to return from outside Dongting using the Traveling Palace, the Traveling Palace can't be carried with him while he's outside. Therefore... it must still be within Dongting. So, where is it?"

Kun Wuzi exchanged a look with him and suddenly smiled: "That's right. Where is it? Old fellow, you tell us."

Old Daoist Liu kept his mouth tightly shut and said nothing.

Kun Wuzi slowly stood up from the wicker chair. Then he walked around the chair, stopped behind it, and patted the backrest with both hands.

"I'll take a guess." He looked at Old Daoist Liu: "The three of you were staying peacefully in this Ziwei Palace, and were suddenly captured by us. You should have been angry and anxious. But in this moment of anger and anxiety, you were still thinking about this chair, telling me not to touch it—"

He leaned slightly forward: "Were you thinking that the more you told me not to touch it, the more I would touch it, and even want to sit on it?"

Li Shan looked at Old Daoist Liu expressionlessly: "So you sat on it afterward, and this old fellow became even more arrogant—absolutely fearless. Senior Brother, if I were to guess where the object that the Li Yunxin's Traveling Palace transformed into is, I'd say it's right here."

Old Daoist Liu finally opened his eyes, his lips tightly pursed. His beard was trembling slightly, and he stared intently at Li Shan.

Li Shan looked back at him—and as he looked, he reached out his hand and felt around the wicker chair.

As mentioned before, this wicker chair was no ordinary object—how could anything in the Lord of Dongting's Ziwei Palace be ordinary?

Therefore, the wicker was actually extremely hard, impervious to axes and fire. The wicker woven on the seat cushion was thick, at least two fingers thick. When a person sat on it, it was soft but not sinking, and extremely comfortable.

And this Li Shan, while watching Old Daoist Liu, slowly used his fingernail to cut open the seat cushion. He made an opening about two fingers long, reached in, and laughed gleefully.

Then he pulled out a Folding Fan from the interlayer of the cushion.

He shook it in front of Old Daoist Liu: "Is it this?"

Old Daoist Liu sighed, closed his eyes. His body also slumped down.

Kun Wuzi took the Folding Fan, opened it, and examined it carefully.

It was a white paper fan, with a landscape painting on the surface. Looking at the painting... it seemed to be a map of the terrain around Weicheng.

He then cautiously transferred a bit of Spiritual Power into it to carefully perceive it, then let out a light breath: "I gained a treasure for free."

Li Shan asked: "Is it really his Traveling Palace?"

"Kun Wuzi" thought for a moment: "Kun Wuzi once told me that Li Yunxin previously used the power of a million Yin Souls in Weicheng to create a Spirit Painting. He put the mountains and rivers near Weicheng into the painting, and sealed Yue Yunzi's Spiritual Soul within it—this is indeed a Spirit Painting. And it's on his Folding Fan."

"A True Realm Painting Daoist can't create a Spirit Painting, can they—this thing can't be fake. It must be where his Traveling Palace is located." He smiled: "To make me sit on it... so that Li Yunxin could surprise attack me. Too bad your scheme was one step short. We are not those fools of the Daoist Orthodoxy. Abandoning desire and lust, humph, they abandoned their brains along with it."

He walked a few more steps, returned to the wicker chair, looked at Old Daoist Liu, and comfortably sat down. He gave a cold laugh: "This kind of low-level trick is not worthy of serious attention. That Kun Wuzi told me... never to underestimate him—"

He turned his head as he spoke, smiling at Li Shan: "It's nothing more than this."

Li Shan smiled.

"Then let's wait for him to come. And also wait for that Bai Yunxin to come."

So, they waited for about half an hour—Kun Wuzi kept fiddling with the Folding Fan that Li Yunxin's Traveling Palace had transformed into, turning it over and over. He seemed to love it dearly.

Then Bai Yunxin arrived.

The adopted daughter of the Golden Peng King first landed from the air, stood in front of the Central Hall's door, and coldly surveyed the scene in the main hall. Then she raised her voice: "Why are you three obstructing my business?"

Kun Wuzi kept her waiting for a moment, then stood up, slowly walked to the door of the hall with his hands behind his back, and stood in the sunlight. He first thoroughly examined this Bai Yunxin, then smiled: "This is the first time I have met the adopted daughter of the Golden Peng King. Hearing your fame is not as good as meeting you... and meeting you, I find you to be a peerless beauty. But unfortunately, you are a demon. So, what business do you have?"

Bai Yunxin frowned at his frivolous words. But she subconsciously glanced into the hall and did not take another step forward: "I am here by the command of the Peng King to retrieve the Dragon Soul and reside in Jun Mountain. Your causing trouble here is also my business."

Kun Wuzi was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed heartily. As he laughed, he turned and said to Li Shan: "You see, I was the one who saw this clearly. I said that this Bai Yunxin is a demon, and an arrogant demon—I bet that she wouldn't just flee by herself, but would eventually return to argue with us. And I was right. It shows that it's better to be low-key in life and in action. This demon has rampaged through the world for the past thousand years without restraint; everyone knows her temper. Since we know her temper, we have a way to deal with her."

Then he looked at Bai Yunxin: "Listen well. Your foster father, the Golden Peng King, has an agreement with the Daoist Orthodoxy—the Daoist Orthodoxy will not offend him, and he will not offend the Daoist Orthodoxy. This time, when we wage war against the demons, we will not touch the lineage of the Peng King. Since you are the Peng King's adopted daughter, I advise you not to wade into this muddy water. Go back and tell the Golden Peng King that I have taken this Dragon Soul. If he has any objection, he can go talk to the Two Saints on Cloud Mountain." (To be continued.)

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