My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me

Iron Fiend produced a Steel Whip. It had a deep, dark luster and was covered in strange Demon Talismans, marking it as a rare Demon Treasure.

He brandished the Iron Whip, stirring up gusts of foul wind. Halting it with one arm, he pointed it straight at Yang Jing.

"This is a Turtle Demon that has undergone Transformation. Its body is like cast iron, and it’s shielded by Demon Qi. Don’t meet it head-on. Use the Coiling Snake Spear Mantra to overcome strength with softness and drain its Qi Power. Wait until its Qi Power is spent and its Demon Power falters. Then, use the Profound Snake Devouring Elephant technique from the mantra to make it bleed."

Si Taizhen instructed Yang Jing via Divine Sense.

"Against such a thick-skinned foe, don’t hope for a one-hit kill. If he feigns an opening to disrupt your spear’s momentum, you’ll find yourself in dire straits."

He didn’t say he would intervene if Yang Jing truly found himself in a desperate situation, lest Yang Jing grow complacent and suffer a humiliating defeat.

Yang Jing held the Demon-slaying Sword in both hands and returned it to Si Taizhen. He then produced the Long Spear.

Then, he leaped into the middle of the hall.

"I await your instruction."

Holding the Long Spear with both hands, his snake tail trailing behind him, he addressed Iron Fiend.

Iron Fiend bared his teeth in a ferocious grin. As he channeled his Demon Power, the Iron Whip in his hand emitted a shrill Demon Sound, one that could make one’s head spin and heart race with panic.

In close-quarters combat between Demons, a moment of distraction is the greatest taboo.

In past life-or-death battles with other Demons, he would activate the Demon Sound of his Iron Whip to lull his opponent into a daze before smashing their head into a bloody pulp with a single lash.

Logically, this was just an ordinary spar. Using such a tactic was despicable. But who could he blame? The Eleventh Prince had gravely offended his master.

Vicious thoughts flashed through Iron Fiend’s mind as he savored the anticipated feeling of his Iron Whip cracking open a skull.

But to his surprise, while the Snake Demon Si Bing seemed affected by the Demon Sound, he didn’t lose his composure and panic like Iron Fiend’s previous opponents. Instead, he calmly held his Iron Spear, twirling it into a series of defensive flourishes that shielded his body.

"Cyan Snake Probing Grass Technique."

When Si Taizhen first heard the demonic howl of the Iron Whip, he had felt a moment of alarm, his hand flying to the hilt of his Demon-slaying Sword. He feared that Yang Jing, lacking combat experience, might be killed at the very outset of the match.

But seeing Yang Jing execute the Cyan Snake Probing Grass Technique—seemingly chaotic yet without a trace of panic—he breathed a sigh of relief. He then cradled the Demon-slaying Sword to his chest and watched the duel with renewed interest.

This Spear Technique was designed for ambushes and situations with poor visibility. The spear’s tip is twirled into a blur of afterimages to fend off attacks from any direction.

Iron Fiend hardened his resolve. He refused to believe that this incompletely transformed Demon, still bearing a snake tail, could pierce his Defense. He charged straight through the sharp spear flourishes, swinging his Iron Whip down at Yang Jing’s head.

The vibrating spear tip pulsed with Demon Power from the Three Yin and Three Yang Mysterious Snake Scripture. It struck Iron Fiend’s body, producing a rapid-fire patter like rain on banana leaves.

Although the spear tip couldn’t pierce his thick hide, the Demon Power clinging to it made Iron Fiend’s skin prickle with a numb, itching sensation that was deeply uncomfortable.

CLANG!

With a deafening crash, Iron Fiend’s seemingly unstoppable strike was parried by the head of the Long Spear.

The Long Spear let out a piercing hum as the Giant Power of the blow bent it into the arc of a crescent moon.

Feigning weakness, Yang Jing used the momentum to his advantage, his snake tail propelling him back several dozen feet.

Before he could even steady his stance, Iron Fiend charged forward again, Iron Whip at the ready.

They exchanged blows, fighting for over a hundred rounds in what felt like the blink of an eye.

As he unleashed his Demon Power, a phantom serpent coiled around the Long Spear. In between parrying Iron Fiend’s attacks, it would occasionally dart out a spear shadow, like a snake’s tongue, striking Iron Fiend’s body.

"Our Eleventh Brother’s Personal Guard has an unstable foundation and insufficient Qi Power, but his Talent for Spear Technique is remarkable."

Among the Crown Princes present were the tyrannical, the greedy, the lecherous, and the callously selfish—but there were no fools. They could all see at a glance that while Yang Jing appeared to be struggling, his Spear Technique was far superior to Iron Fiend’s.

Si Taizhen, too, was secretly delighted.

He hadn’t expected Yang Jing to have cultivated the Coiling Snake Spear Mantra to such a high Realm.

After another hundred exchanges, Iron Fiend was dripping with blood. The foul stench of his Demon Blood pooled on the floor. His body was riddled with cuts from the Long Spear, each wound as wide as a baby’s mouth.

As a Great Demon in the Foundation Establishment Realm, he naturally knew how to seal his wounds with his muscles and Demon Power. But Yang Jing’s spear, poised like a lurking Yin Serpent, forced him to remain completely focused, lest another wound appear on his body.

Yang Jing, for his part, pretended his Demon Power was spent. He was drenched in sweat as if caught in a downpour, his face so pale it was devoid of all color. He looked as if he were about to collapse from sheer exhaustion.

Iron Fiend’s eyes were bloodshot. He couldn’t believe that after all this time, he still hadn’t managed to land a single blow on this seemingly lowly Snake Demon.

He began to brandish his Iron Whip in a frenzy, vowing to beat the detestable Snake Demon into a bloody pulp.

"Enough!"

With a sudden roar, Si Taizhen appeared in the center of the hall, blocking the blow with the scabbard of his Demon-slaying Sword.

Sparks flew. Iron Fiend felt as if he had struck an iron mountain. The force tore open the webbing of his hand, and the Iron Whip flew from his grasp.

"You!"

The Seventh Prince was about to erupt in fury when Si Taizhen spoke.

"This display of Martial Arts is simply atrocious. It’s dragging on and on, and we’re no closer to a winner. Get down from there before you embarrass yourselves further! Seventh Brother, why don’t the two of us have a go? Let’s give our brothers something decent to watch."

With that, he drew the Demon-slaying Sword from its scabbard. Holding it in a reverse grip, he stared coldly at the Seventh Prince.

The brutish-looking Seventh Prince suddenly shivered.

"Master, that Si Taizhen is incredible! The Seventh Prince of the Jade Poison Kingdom has the Power of a True Disciple in our Purple Mist Sect, yet in front of Si Taizhen, he was like an infant, utterly powerless and played like a puppet."

Xu Qian said with an animated expression.

"Such a magnificent man... what a pity."

As she spoke, a trace of regret suddenly appeared on her face.

Danxia True Monarch was an old man with a kind face. His beard and hair were completely white, and he wore a Daoist Robe the color of an azure sky. His aura was ethereal and indistinct.

"My dear disciple hasn’t actually fallen for that Snake Demon, has she?"

He looked at Xu Qian and said with a smile.

"Of course not! How could I dare let personal feelings interfere with Master’s important plans!"

Although Xu Qian knew she was her master’s favorite, she would never dare to jeopardize the grand plan he and the Jade Poison Great Saint had been plotting for years.

Danxia True Monarch shook his head, his eyes narrowing.

"If you truly fell for that Si Taizhen, I’m afraid the pairing would be an illusion."

Xu Qian’s eyes widened as she looked at Danxia True Monarch.

"Master, what do you mean? Don’t tell me Si Taizhen is actually a woman?"

She recalled Si Taizhen’s face, more stunning than that of ninety-nine percent of women, and her certainty wavered.

"Not so. Si Taizhen is of Soaring Serpent stock. Soaring Serpents embody both Yin and Yang; they are seeds of chaos. Until they fall in love, or are assailed by an energy of extreme Yin or Yang, they are without gender. When I spied on him ten years ago, this was still the case. Observing him today, however, I see faint signs of his Yin flourishing while his Yang wanes. This is the sign of his transformation into a woman."

Danxia True Monarch said gravely.

If Si Taizhen transforms into a female, he will lose the wisp of Chaos Qi within his Primordial Embryo.

"I have a Nine Yin Transformation Pill. You two are to trick him into taking it. That should halt his transformation into a woman."

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