Chapter 24: Playing the Pig to Beat the Tiger

But how could the esteemed chief of the demon cultivators, Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng, possibly employ a Buddhist cultivation method to roam the Martial World? Therefore, Ye Wenxin could only resort to using Flower Burial repeatedly.

Wherever Flower Burial went, there were ever only dead people.

Wherever Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng went, there was only death.

The red lightning, like a frenzied beast, began ravaging all the surrounding land. Ye Wenxin was being oppressed by the Thunder Tribulation, so much so she went from the initial excruciating pain to numbness.

The agony had reached its peak, and the only thing Ye Wenxin could do was not to faint under such torment. If she fainted, she would fail her Tribulation, and that meant Ye Wenxin might have to endure a second and a third Tribulation.

“This is too terrifying.” The crow beside her inexplicably started speaking human language. Ye Wenxin wanted to open her eyes to look, but she was completely immobilized by the thunder.

Ye Wenxin had no choice but to continue focusing her mind, gathering her qi, and letting all the red lightning converge on her.

The ground shook violently, and a huge hole was blasted open where Ye Wenxin was, yet she did not suffer any harm. After an uncertain amount of time, Ye Wenxin found that she could move again.

All the lightning disappeared, the dark clouds slowly dissipated, and everything around became clear, indicating that Ye Wenxin had successfully passed her Tribulation.

“Brother Crow, are you alright?” Ye Wenxin immediately thought of the crow beside her. When she turned her head to look, however, it was not her Brother Crow standing there, but a woman with black hair and black clothes.

She appeared to be around twenty years old, her exceptionally bright eyes filled with tears as she looked at Ye Wenxin.

“This Humble One thought I was going to die.” Her voice was full of uncertainty, her body trembling as if she had just woken up from a nightmare.

“Are you Brother Crow?” Ye Wenxin scanned her body, sensing the crow’s lingering aura. But she had not expected that the crow she had been calling Brother for so long turned out to be a female.

However, setting aside whether the crow was male or female, how could she have turned into this appearance now?

“Brother Crow, how’d you transformed into a human form?”

“It’s all because you brought me through the Thunder Tribulation. It seems I’ve also broken through…” The crow’s voice trembled even more, but it began to speak fluently.

“Huh, isn’t it supposed to take at least a thousand years for a spirit beast to undergo breakthrough? How old are you, Brother Crow?” Watching the crow in front of her, who appeared to be only around twenty years old, Ye Wenxin found it difficult to judge the crow’s age.

“This Humble One can’t recall it myself. Also, This Humble One is not called Brother Crow. This humble one’s name is Hei Tong (Black Iris), the spiritual pet of the Azure Wings Sect’s founder, Xuan Daozi. If you dare to call this humble one by that ridiculous name again, I’ll leave you here to be food for the bugs.” The spiritual beast, now calling itself Hei Tong, finally regained its composure. But compared to Hei Tong’s previous chaotic cries, Ye Wenxin could finally hear her voice clearly.

Yet Ye Wenxin never dreamed that this crow would turn out to be the legendary spiritual pet of Master Xuan Daozi, known throughout the world. However, this also explained why Hei Tong had been able to live in the backwoods for so long and why everyone who saw her acted as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

Because of Hei Tong’s noble and unique identity, it led to her doing as she pleased in the backwoods.

But if Hei Tong was Xuan Daozi’s spiritual pet, then who could the beautiful mute be?

Ye Wenxin wanted to ask but felt an unusual aura around her. Hei Tong seemed to sense it too; she wanted to transform back to her original form and take Ye Wenxin away. However, Ye Wenxin hastily held onto Hei Tong.

“Hei Tong, you’re a superior spiritual pet of the Azure Wings Sect. You absolutely cannot be discovered mingling with me. I’ll protect you and help you leave later. You must not reveal your true form.” Ye Wenxin reminded Hei Tong. If Hei Tong’s identity were exposed, then it would undoubtedly lead to Ye Wenxin’s true identity being discovered soon after.

Hei Tong became even more puzzled. “Speaking of which, who are you exactly, to be able to summon such eerie lightning?”

“I’m…” Ye Wenxin naturally could not reveal her true identity to an immortal sect’s spirit beast. She intended to give a vague answer, but someone had already preemptively called out her name.

“Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng! How dare you come to an immortal sect’s territory for closed door training!” The speaker was a man filled with rage, and as he spoke, he could not even control his body’s trembling.

Ye Wenxin felt a bit annoyed. With her lips slightly parted, she retorted, “Are you lot allowed to address This Lord by name?”

As she spoke, a strong pressure swept over them. Those who were still flying on their swords in the air suddenly plummeted to the ground, lying prone.

Hei Tong also began to feel uncomfortable. Ye Wenxin quickly grabbed her hand, allowing her to catch her breath for a moment.

The former Ye Wenxin was very strong, but the current Ye Wenxin was even stronger, and this kind of strength could be addictive. Ye Wenxin’s eyes turned red, with her black hair and red pupils, dressed in exquisite black chiffon saint garb, she sat gently on the ground, leaving only those large maggots squirming on the ground.

Some people rose from this intense pressure, but Ye Wenxin unhesitatingly increased the intensity even more. For this group of people ignorant of their own mortality, whether they were immortal sect or demon cultivators, they must all perish.

Some began bleeding from their seven orifices, some began losing control, some began weeping out of fear, but no matter what the reaction, when encountering Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng, there was only one way to go – death.

Ye Wenxin did not want others to let out the news about her, she had already run away and was no longer the so-called Demon Lord.

“De…Demon Lord, we are demon cultivators, we have nothing to do…with those immortal sect people.” Someone tried to account for their identity. Ye Wenxin tapped her finger lightly; the man’s head exploded, and then a poppy flower grew from the junction between flesh and blood.

The so-called Flower Burial naturally required flower embellishments.

However, Ye Wenxin’s Flower Burial lacked any aesthetics, and would only give people goose bumps.

Ye Wenxin turned a deaf ear, she was already broken down to the bones, whether she snuffed one life or killed one less did not matter to her. She was afraid news of her sighting would spread, and even more afraid of the Saintess of Wind and Moon Palace finding her.

“Hey, you’ll fall into Qi Deviation at this rate.” Hei Tong did not even bat an eye upon seeing someone dead, compared to the frightening Thunder Tribulation from before, everything was like fleeting clouds to her at this point.

“Oh, you’re right, the more I kill, the faster I go into Qi Deviation.” Ye Wenxin suddenly thought of her Flower Burial, the more murderous she got, the sooner she would lose her original nature.

If she really went through with this, even if this group of people could not pass on the information, their state of death would still clue in that it was Ye Wenxin’s doing.

Rather than being on the verge of Qi Deviation, she might as well play the part of a good person before hightailing from there.

“I broke through Tribulation today, so I’m feeling quite generous. Here’s the deal: if you promise not to talk about what happened today, I’ll let you off.” There was no response; they could not respond even if they wanted to.

Ye Wenxin withdrew her pressure, and finally, the group reacted, agreeing with haste.

“Mm, that’s settled then. Oh, and leave your bags of holding.” Ye Wenxin remembered her own impoverished situation, and since there were a bunch of cultivators in front of her, she might as well just rob them.

The group of cultivators looked dumbstruck upon hearing this. Ye Wenxin put her pressure on them again, and they immediately offered up their bag of holding in both hands.

“Take them, Hei Tong, this money will determine how well you’ll eat.” Seeing Hei Tong’s reluctance, Ye Wenxin added another sentence.

Only then did Hei Tong walk over, albeit still reluctant. She was extremely fast even in her human form, in just a moment, she retrieved hundreds of bag of holding.

Each bag only had one cubic meter of storage space, but for average cultivators, it was more than enough for daily use. With this in mind, she stored all those bag of holding inside her own bag of holding.

She collected one, two, and when she had enough at five, she took away the hundreds of bags of holding.

Ye Wenxin looked satisfied. She sat down again, intending to wait in place to see if any big fish would appear.

Sure enough, not long after, the second wave of cultivators arrived. Once again, Ye Wenxin robbed them blind, even harvesting some magic items and divine weapons.

The third wave, the fourth wave, more and more bags of holding piled up. However, not a single person among them had a storage ring. As she continued to collect, Ye Wenxin began to feel tired.

Just as the fifth wave appeared, Ye Wenxin regretted staying here for too long.

“We wish to join the Palace Master.”

This time, the ones who came were from the Wind and Moon Palace, and among them was the Saintess, Liu Churan, whom Ye Wenxin was most familiar with.

Dressed in red, she could not hide her shapely figure and the allure in her eyes. Unlike Fairy Fengya’s ethereal aura or Ling Jue’s gentle beauty, Liu Churan exuded only sensuality.

With just one glance, men would be bewitched by her peach blossom eyes, willingly becoming Liu Churan’s slaves.

Coupled with the charm technique learned by demon cultivators, men were utterly powerless before her.

However, this charm only affected men; Ye Wenxin was immune to it.

“Demon Lord, it’s been a long time.”

Liu Churan’s soulful eyes were filled with melancholy, making Ye Wenxin’s scalp tingle with fear. She dreaded Liu Churan’s seductive charm, fearing even more that Liu Churan might use it on her. However, to her surprise, Liu Churan actually employed her enchantment in plain view of everyone.

Even though every man in the world might become Liu Churan’s devoted follower, her allure had no effect on women, and she could not captivate Gu Qingcheng, the Demon Lord, no matter how hard she tried.

But now that Gu Qingcheng had vanished from Ye Wenxin’s life, she naturally had no desire to become entangled with Liu Churan either.

Ye Wenxin gestured to Hei Tong, intending to leave this place of controversy and continue to have no dealings with Liu Churan.

“Demon Lord, are you really willing to abandon me for this little girl?” Liu Churan persisted, her sadness palpable, making anyone want to hold her and comfort her.

Hei Tong shivered, tightened her grip on Ye Wenxin, and muttered, “This woman is even scarier than the womenfolk who adored Xuan Daozi.”

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TL note: Changed ‘black-veiled sacred garment’ from the last chapter to the current ‘black chiffon saint garb’. When I was researching the original chinese term for this all that came up was images of Saint Seiya…