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Chapter 523: Chapter 523: Clearing His Name

Li Mo felt a chill rising from his feet straight to his head, unable to suppress a shiver!

Wasn’t it supposed to end at deep purple? How could there still be black light!? Master never taught him about this!

Li Ziyan was equally stunned. She first looked at the candle on the table, then at the oil lamp, realizing it wasn’t just her imagination; the flame was indeed black! The originally dim candle light was almost gone, seemingly absorbed by the oil lamp, and the small area above the fairy statue was pitch dark.

"Master, this is..."

Li Mo quickly grabbed the oil lamp, snuffed out the wick, and stuffed it into his bag, "Let’s go!"

Whatever the Eight-direction Lamp detected, at worst it’s a Great Demon, and beyond that, he dared not even think.

Exorcising demons?

Facing a true Great Demon, even if he brought all the Kunshan Cultivators here, it’s a life-and-death situation.

He couldn’t touch it, nor dared to.

Quickly packing their bags, the two of them walked out without looking back.

"Where are you two going?" Wang Ji, still tidying up outside, asked in surprise.

"Should we... warn them?" Li Ziyan felt reluctant.

Li Mo said nothing, pulling her straight through the door.

The heavy rain immediately enveloped them, also drowning out Wang Ji’s shouts in the night.

"Don’t even think about it. If we dare take anyone with us, it might alarm that Demon Fiend." Now on the village path, Li Mo resolutely denied, "Baihe Village is beyond saving."

He could only pray that the other party hadn’t noticed him yet, or had noticed but disregarded the outsiders.

Traveling in the rain was indeed a terrible experience, but compared to one’s life, enduring a little hardship seemed insignificant.

"Why is Baihe Village beyond saving?"

In the next moment, a languid voice came through the rain.

Li Mo immediately felt as if he fell into an ice cave.

Li Ziyan’s face turned extremely pale.

This voice seemed unaffected by the heavy rain, piercing through the noise, clearly reaching their ears—something not possible for an ordinary person.

"Who?" Li Mo shouted inquiringly, "Who’s there!"

"No need to panic."

A figure gradually appeared in front of them.

Blocking their path was Chen Xuan.

"Weren’t you going to stay here? Why are you suddenly leaving?" He asked curiously, holding an umbrella.

In fact, Chen Xuan had noticed these two the moment they entered Baihe Village. Under the Heart Method perception, their Spiritual Qi presence was much brighter than ordinary people, indicating they were likely cultivators.

Of course, it was no matter whether they were cultivators; Baihe Village was near both the main road and the Pei State capital, so all kinds of people might pass through.

But despite the rain, their sudden move toward the village outskirts was rather suspicious.

To be safe, Chen Xuan decided to stop them and ask.

Although blocking them would inevitably bring himself into their view, he wasn’t particularly concerned. In this world, besides the Inner Demons active outside the Grotto Heaven, and Wei managing its operation, nobody posed a threat to him.

Seeing Chen Xuan approaching, Li Mo and Li Ziyan simultaneously drew their swords, guarding themselves as if facing a formidable enemy.

"We... mistakenly trespassed on your territory. It’s our fault. Please be merciful and spare the lives of my disciple and me. We promise to leave far away and never return, nor mention you to anyone!" Li Mo said through clenched teeth.

Am I really that terrifying?

Chen Xuan was puzzled; these two shouldn’t have been able to see his true form.

"What is your name?"

"I am Li Mo... and this is my disciple Li Ziyan." Li Mo dared not hide anything.

"In your eyes, what am I?" He asked curiously.

The question stunned both of them.

What else but a Demon Fiend! Yet upon clearly seeing Chen Xuan, Li Mo was surprised; he felt no disturbing aura from him, unlike the twisted, murderous demon creatures encountered before—even when they masked as human, they couldn’t hide the intense killing intent in their eyes.

Of course... those he dealt with were mostly minor demons; a Great Demon was at another level, defying normal measure.

Li Mo licked his lips and said against his conscience, "You... are the esteemed Demon King, my lord."

His disciple cast a shocked look upon him.

Betrayer disciple, what are you looking at? Isn’t this for both of us to survive? He cursed internally.

Chen Xuan couldn’t help but chuckle.

After inheriting the forbidden power of flesh and blood, he initially didn’t want any association with Demon Fiends, yet didn’t expect to hear the term Demon King in Baihe Village. To him, it held a completely different meaning in his ears.

You’re the Demon King, your whole family is the Demon King!

Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes and coldly asked, "How did you ascertain this?"

Uh-oh, he doesn’t seem to like the title. Li Mo felt even colder inside, throat trembling, "It was... detected using a Dharma Artifact, purely by chance—I did not actively seek to probe your intentions..."

The Eight-direction Lamp was indeed precious, but not precious enough to risk one’s life to conceal.

"Dharma Artifact? Let me see it."

"Master..." Li Ziyan couldn’t help but speak.

Li Mo silenced his disciple with a look, then unattached the bag under his raincoat, took out the Eight-direction Lamp, and slowly stepped forward, handing it to Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan used the Heart Method to scan it, finding the internal structure familiar; moments later, he realized—though the statue was only a shell—the inside resembled a miniature Smoke Soul Pillar.

In other words, it probably had the effect of communicating with Spiritual Qi.

No wonder it happened.

Chen Xuan aggregated a lot of flesh and blood underground, which encompassed not only abilities but also others’ memories and souls. These thought power aggregates would twinkle like bright spheres under Divine Sense or ability scanning, and holding substantial Spiritual Qi akin to Demon Fiends, making a mistake understandable.

He also used to view them this way, thinking flesh constructs were no different from demon creatures, but, in reality, the two weren’t the same species.

It seemed even now, within the Lotus Cloud Sect’s Grotto Heaven, there were scattered treasures like intricate statues, unlikely crafted by Loose Cultivators. Since it wasn’t mass-produced, Chen Xuan had no intention of returning it; he’d keep it—anything potentially attracting attention to his Dharma Artifact was surely better to possess less of.

As for their assumption of him being a Demon Fiend... it was indeed rather vexing, yet needing to explain every time to someone that the forbidden isn’t equivalent to demon creatures would surely devalue his status as Lord of Flesh and Blood?

While Chen Xuan pondered whether to clarify, Wang Ji’s loud voice suddenly erupted.

"What nonsense are you spouting! Lord Xuan is not a Demon Fiend!"

Seeing the cultivators depart abruptly, rushing under rain, Wang Ji surprisingly chased after them with them due to the stir. His rebuke left both Li Mo and his disciple astonished, while Chen Xuan was unexpectedly surprised.

"You... actually know there’s something unusual in the village?" Li Mo asked in shock.

"Unusual what? Everyone can eat meat now—is it unusual? Or that folks are more spirited at work—is it unusual?" Wang Ji retorted loudly in the rain, "It’s only after Lord Xuan arrived that we started living good days! If you dare spread lies, it’s not just Lord Xuan, villagers here won’t spare you!"

Li Mo, however, felt even more horrified, wondering if Baihe Village’s Great Demon not only had formidable Spiritual Qi, but also the power to captivate hearts? Such a matter he’d never heard before. If this demon spread its power across Pei State... no, possibly within Luo Kingdom, it would surely bring a blood-soaked storm!

No one noticed, however, amidst the rain, Chen Xuan couldn’t resist a slight smile.

He heard Wang Ji’s heartfelt voice, knowing his true thoughts. Even those he contacted earlier, like Ma Shun and Lady Qiu, hadn’t reached this level of devotion; Wang Ji was even less likely.

Wang Ji’s criticism was more for Chen Xuan’s hearing—to both display loyalty and mask his inner fear. After all, he had accepted fifty coins to shelter the cultivators overnight, and now they angered Lord Taboo; Wang Ji was deeply worried, fearing Chen Xuan might blame him.

But so what?

Whether out of gratitude or fear, someone had already stood up, willingly defending his name.

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