Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 573 - 490 Winner’s Reward_3

First gain power, then prove you have the strength and temperament to hold onto it, and finally ascend to the true position.

"..."

Shen Yi somewhat awkwardly sheathed his flying sword.

Since leaving Nanyang, this was the first time he experienced the feeling of not having to swiftly retreat after engaging in combat.

It always felt a bit strange.

At the two ends of Cuiyun Reef, two people sat back to back in meditation.

Blood from the River of Blood converged onto the finger ring Shen Yi wore and into his forehead; statue after statue of Town Stone began to take shape as vast amounts of demon soul vitality flowed away, and substantial portions of the Demon Origin merged into the demon soul.

Time passed unknowingly.

A Fleshwing Silkworm awoke in the boundless night sky.

Out of consideration for the presence of the Su sisters, it neither roared nor emitted its formidable aura, but its slightly shifting gaze radiated an indescribable ferocity.

Without the need of a measuring pillar or ruler, a mere glance was enough to know that it wasn’t something a single Dao Pillar could compare to.

Approaching thirty pieces of Demon Origin had added another Great Demon enforcer to White Jade Capital for Shen Yi.

In the previous nine other demons, only two were Golden Patterned Turtle Demons.

The rest of the Great Demons had been ostracized and suppressed by the turtle race over the years, pressuring other members of the Aquatic Race until they became the dominant force, subjugating them into the turtle army’s generals.

Another one hundred and forty or so pieces of Demon Origin were exhausted.

All of them opened their eyes within the night, and the statues with their exaggerated and fierce appearances slowly came to life.

"Hu."

Shen Yi didn’t rush to break through to the ninth level of Return to Void but instead stood up and looked over at the elder whose hair was gradually turning black again.

Su Hongxiu likewise opened her eyes, picked up her younger sister, and placed her into the sword formation for transportation.

Then she activated the spell and calmly watched as Su Yushang vanished from that spot.

The aura exuding from her body wasn’t particularly rich, but it had lost the previous wisp of weakness that made it seem as if she might pass away at any second.

"Disciple still has matters to attend to, is Sect Master of Nanyang interested?"

After sending her sister away, Su Hongxiu saluted Shen Yi with her hands. Although she wasn’t too familiar with this young cultivator, his previous actions seemed to show a great interest in the corpses of demons.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yi cast his eyes toward the waters ahead.

If he hadn’t misremembered, she had previously declared her intent to slaughter the entire family, and now, even the Dragon Descendant hadn’t shown its face, so it was surely not a satisfactory conclusion.

He was just a bit puzzled; could it really be possible to enter the water to kill the Dragon Descendant?

Shen Yi retracted his gaze and nodded, "Interested."

Seeing this, Su Hongxiu’s lips curled with a barely detectable smile. This young Sect Master really did suit her temper.

...

Deep within an underwater palace far from Cuiyun Reef.

The luxurious stone hall was adorned with all sorts of treasures, appearing exceedingly extravagant.

This was the domain of the Dragon Descendant’s maternal family.

Even if the Fleshwing Silkworm race wasn’t any top-tier power, as long as it bore the standard of Dragon Palace, it was a colossal entity in the South Hong Waters, one that no one dared provoke.

Ker Laoqi leaned on a throne resembling a couch, gripping the conch in his hand tightly.

As time went on, his expression became increasingly grim.

There was still no response from the other side.

Ker Laoqi finally couldn’t resist sitting up straight, gazing at the conch in his hand.

Behind him, a beautiful woman gently patted his shoulder, "You are a Dragon Descendant, do not lose your composure. With your uncle there, there won’t be any problems... and even if there are issues, you need to keep a steady mind, for that is how you will have the chance to rise again."

Ker Laoqi took a deep breath, "There’s no need for comfort; I know what’s in my heart."

After making his decision, he cautiously hid by his mother’s side.

But even so, the unease in his heart grew stronger, as if it were about to fill his entire chest.

"Arrange for the palace guards to be on high alert and take good care of yourself," Shen Yi hurriedly said. "I have urgent matters to discuss and plan to visit father."

Old Seventh Ke finally stood up, responding casually to his mother.

Despite the risk of exposure, it wanted to rush to its father’s side as soon as possible, because only then would it feel a semblance of safety.

"..."

The beautiful woman was silent for a moment, somewhat regretful. Her son was good in many ways, but he was somewhat impatient, not as steady as his father.

"Very well, go ahead," she said, waving her sleeve lightly.

Old Seventh Ke walked straight toward the outside of the hall; after only two steps, it sensed something amiss.

Instinctively, it picked up the conch shell and began to send a message to that venerable dragon descendent, its voice slightly trembling, "Father... I’m with mother... Please send someone to pick me up... I have matters to discuss with you."

The conch shell seemed to have stopped working.

There was no response from within, whether the message was intended for Wu Rongbao or its father.

Meanwhile, within the Dragon Palace at the other end of South Hong.

Inside a majestic and splendid great hall.

Four figures were seated on either side, a total of eight people, all dressed in sword robes, watching the scene indifferently.

Atop the highest throne, a hazy figure reclined lazily.

He looked down.

The dragon-headed demon, crowned with gold and draped in lavish clothing, looked as though it was being pressed down onto the ground by an invisible giant hand; it struggled in its lavish clothes to the point of trembling, yet it still could not stand up.

In front of it was a water mirror.

The images in the mirror were clear as if one was actually there.

The beautiful woman leaning against the stone seat was trembling slightly, staring blankly ahead. Old Seventh Ke was so frightened that it collapsed on the spot, shuddering as it tried to crawl backwards.

Before them.

An old figure and a man in an ink robe stepped slowly into the hall from opposite sides.

The pale young man’s face was smeared with blood, and his Dragon Lance was even more frighteningly blood-red. He stepped over Old Seventh Ke, and the bald man behind him, glimmering with golden light, crushed the heart of the dragon descendant with his foot.

"Roar!"

In the great hall, the dragon-headed Great Demon suddenly raised its head and let out a roar.

The sword-robed elders on both sides slowly stood up, picked up a jade cup, and smashed it on the Great Demon’s forehead, saying indifferently, "What’s the use of roaring? You’ve lost, you must accept it. Dare to cause trouble but not brave enough to face it?"

"Roar again, and today I will take you down along with it!"

Hearing this, the dragon-headed Great Demon stared hard at the hazy figure above, revealing its sharp dragon teeth.

The shadow seemed to find it quite amusing, "Try looking at me one more time?"

Before the words had faded.

The dragon-headed Great Demon clenched its teeth tightly and then closed its eyes reluctantly.

Another chuckle echoed from the water mirror.

The sharp Dragon Lance pierced the throat of the beautiful woman cleanly and quickly. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

It was impossible to know how much time had passed.

"..."

When the dragon-headed Great Demon opened its eyes again, the many figures in the hall had vanished, as if they had never been there. The vast hall was empty except for its lone figure.

The Nan Hong Seven Sons were generally mild-mannered.

But this did not mean they would tolerate the assassination of a Daozi.

This was a warning, and it signified an end to the matter.

The Daozi kept the appointment, gambling lives with the dragon descendant.

Su Hongxiu won, and the loser’s wife and child became the spoils due the victor.