The Immortal Lord and the Demon Venerable Are Both My Vests - Chapter 12

Gu Fuxuan and Li Baisu naturally wouldn’t continue those comparatively trivial disputes when demonic qi erupted.

Li Baisu was one of the two major authoritative elders of Taihua Immortal Sect. If a demon cultivator truly had infiltrated, with Sword-Wielding Elder Feng Jiangcheng currently in seclusion, she would be the first to be questioned by the Daozhu. As for Gu Fuxuan, needless to say, having been acknowledged by the Tianshu Sword, his loyalty to the sect was beyond question.

Sword light swiftly turned, white silk flew out, joining the surge of spiritual energy that burst forth from Shen Muxuan simultaneously attacking the source of the erupting demonic qi.

Boom——

Even though all three held back their power, the courtyard built with ordinary bamboo couldn’t withstand it and instantly exploded from within.

As the scorched bamboo bodies shattered, demonic qi countless times more massive and concentrated than before surged out madly, dyeing most of the bamboo sea in the blink of an eye.

The demonic qi swept across the entire Tianji Peak with unstoppable momentum. Vast stretches of lush bamboo sea turned to charcoal in an instant. By the time the three reacted and erected barriers, everything visible on Tianji Peak had already been corroded to nothing by the demonic qi.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Gu Fuxuan maintained the spiritual barrier with one hand and flung out dozens of talismans with the other, which transformed into flowing light and departed.

At an angle Gu Fuxuan didn’t notice, a talisman with similar markings mixed into the talisman group and departed together.

Only then did Gu Fuxuan have time to look at Shen Muxuan, his pupils suddenly contracting.

“Junior Martial Brother, you…!!!”

Shen Muxuan’s snow-white wide sleeves were soaked in fresh blood. The robe on his right arm had been shredded, and most of his upper arm and back were mangled, still being continuously corroded by demonic qi.

The ribbon binding his hair had snapped, his black hair draped over his shoulders and back, stuck to his wounds.

His left arm cradled Xie Lan, placing him steadily on the ground. Without bothering to check his own injuries, Shen Muxuan turned to look at Xie Lan, who he’d protected in his embrace. “Are you hurt?”

Xie Lan was still in shock.

The demonic qi had spread too fast. The overwhelming pressure like Mount Tai bearing down left Xie Lan no time to react. He only felt his nape tighten, his vision blur, and then his feet touched solid ground.

“I’m fine… You’re injured?!”

Xie Lan was after all a Spirit Transformation stage sword cultivator, the only son of the Heavenly Sword Sect Master, a first-rank sect. He’d witnessed many grand scenes. The brief mental blank quickly recovered. Smelling blood, his latter words directly changed tone.

The position of this wound…

Thinking of how his Martial Uncle had instinctively protected him the moment the demonic qi struck, Xie Lan’s heart warmed, immediately followed by guilt.

If not for protecting him, how could his Martial Uncle, a dignified Mahayana stage cultivator, have been injured by demonic qi?

His thoughts passed in an instant as he hurriedly lowered his head to search through his storage ring for medicine bottles.

Gu Fuxuan had to maintain the barrier and dared not let go. He fumbled at his waist for a jade bottle painted with a blue phoenix and threw it to Xie Lan. “Feed it to your Martial Uncle!”

Shen Muxuan raised his hand to stop Xie Lan’s attempt to administer medicine, slightly shaking his head.

“Don’t be willful!” Gu Fuxuan sternly rebuked. “You were injured so severely protecting Ah Lan. Does Senior Martial Brother lack this medicine——cough cough, cough cough cough——“

Blood qi surged from his lungs, and Gu Fuxuan coughed violently, blood foam staining the corners of his lips.

On the other side, Li Baisu, who was inputting spiritual power into the barrier, cursed angrily and threw medicine over. “Sickly wretch, you grit your teeth and hold on! This lady alone can’t stop the demonic qi from spreading!”

She increased her spiritual power input, her heart bleeding with pain: “It’s not a gift! Remember to return it to this lady intact!”

Her Nine-Revolution Soul-Returning Pills! She only had three in total!

Gu Fuxuan’s root ailment was in his soul. Being a Mahayana stage sword cultivator himself, ordinary elixirs and miraculous medicines had no effect at all.

Shen Muxuan struggled to shake his head, managing a smile. “It’s useless, Senior Martial Brother. That master of demonic qi has higher cultivation than me, and it carries strong corrosive properties. Even my spiritual qi can’t dispel the demonic qi. A Seven-Revolution Demon-Suppressing Pill couldn’t possibly be effective. Ah Lan, help me sit down.”

Borrowing Xie Lan’s strength, Shen Muxuan sat cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes to circulate his cultivation.

Gu Fuxuan naturally knew this, but at this juncture, where could he find a Nine-Revolution Demon-Suppressing Pill one rank higher than Shen Muxuan’s Mahayana stage cultivation?

Xie Lan tried to step forward to assist Gu Fuxuan and the other, but was sternly rebuked and ordered back by Gu Fuxuan.

“Didn’t you see that this master and your Grand Martial Aunt Li can barely hold on? You’re only Spirit Transformation stage—what ability are you trying to show off here? Stand back! Guard your Martial Uncle Shen properly.”

Xie Lan was anxious as fire burned in his heart, but could only hold his sword and remain in place, guarding against enemies who might not have left yet.

Fortunately, the demonic qi eruption was far too obvious. Cultivators who sensed it arrived one after another.

Various colored lights streaked across the sky. The cultivators who landed took over Li Baisu and Gu Fuxuan’s positions. Gu Fuxuan’s pressure suddenly decreased. When he released his hand and withdrew his power, his body swayed and nearly collapsed to the ground.

Tu Feng, who arrived with his disciple, was among the last batch. Seeing the situation clearly, he drew in a sharp breath on the spot.

Even through the formation, the oppressive feeling brought by the demonic qi couldn’t be isolated. The overwhelming demonic qi obscured most of the sky, like an abyss opening in the mortal realm.

——What kind of thing had they summoned!

Before even meeting, Tu Feng’s suspicions of Yin Lang decreased by three parts.

Even if it really was the Seventh Venerable himself, it would be impossible to create such a huge commotion! If he wasn’t certain that the Demon Lord had long since perished, he’d believe it if told the Demon Lord had descended!

He couldn’t be bothered to find fault with anyone anymore. In two strides, he rushed to the side of the elder most skilled in formations, urgently saying, “Can you set up a formation?”

The elder was busy running around everywhere checking the situation and arranging formation nodes. In the midst of his busyness, he glanced over and nodded. After seeing clearly who it was, he quickly grabbed Tu Feng, not caring whether this was the Sect Master or not.

“Did you bring the Tianquan Sword? If not, quickly summon it! Three formation nodes can barely set up the formation!”

Tu Feng frowned. While complying and summoning the Tianquan Sword into the formation, he asked, “Why are we still short formation nodes? I clearly saw Elder Zhu and Elder Gu just now.”

Could it be that Shen Muxuan had ‘disappeared’ again?

This was too coincidental…

The elder setting up the formation was busy to distraction and snapped at him irritably. “Do you think young Shen looks like he can enter the formation!”

Tu Feng looked in the direction he pointed. The white-robed figure on the verge of losing consciousness came into view.

His entire body wreathed in dense demonic qi, flesh mangled, a shocking sight.

The Peak Master of Qingnang Peak was treating this pair of martial brothers.

His brows furrowed tighter as he quickly stepped forward: “What happened to Tianji?”

Gu Fuxuan had just taken medicine and was sitting nearby meditating. Xie Lan stepped forward to give a general account of what had happened earlier.

“An eruption with no warning at all…?” Tu Feng murmured in a low voice, confirming with Xie Lan the source of the demonic qi eruption, preparing to go up the mountain to investigate the specific situation after the demonic qi was pushed back.

Tu Feng inquired about the two men’s injuries from the Qingnang Peak Master.

The woman in green robes showed some fatigue in her expression. “Tianshu Daojun is fine, it’s just his old ailment acting up. He took medicine in time and is already without major issue. Tianji Daojun… I truly have nowhere to start. I can only temporarily use medicine to contain the spread of his injuries.”

“So serious?”

Tu Feng’s suspicions decreased by another two parts.

If it truly was… even as a ruse to harm oneself, one wouldn’t torment oneself to the point of having only one breath left and being at others’ mercy, would they?

The Qingnang Peak Master said, “The master of that demonic qi has extremely high cultivation, very likely a Tribulation stage Great Perfection demonic cultivator. I’m only Integration stage. I can’t even input spiritual qi into the Daojun’s meridians—how could I treat his injuries?”

“As you know, any Tribulation stage great power’s spiritual qi or demonic qi will possess the unique properties of their spirit root, and the corrosive poison spirit root is one of the most vicious kinds.”

“When I arrived, the Daojun’s entire back and right arm had already been completely corroded. I’ve already fed him Demon-Suppressing Pills to contain the spread of his injuries. But as for the Daojun’s wounds, unless there’s a Tribulation stage medical cultivator with a pure wood spirit root to intervene, or we can obtain a Nine-Revolution

Healing Spirit Pill, otherwise…”

She didn’t continue, but everyone present understood.

If they had neither of these, Shen Muxuan’s life would come to its end.

Gu Fuxuan heard this and was so agitated that he immediately spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

In the Lantian Realm, pills were divided into nine revolutions, corresponding to the nine stages from Foundation Establishment stage to Tribulation stage respectively.

Pills above Five-Revolution were already considered rare, and the highest grade Nine-Revolution pills—even Taihua Immortal Sect didn’t dare claim to have them all.

The Nine-Revolution Healing Spirit Pill happened to fall into the category they didn’t have.

Healing spiritual medicines had always been the most precious among pills of the same rank, aside from breakthrough pills. Even if Taihua Immortal Sect was willing to pay a great price to acquire one, it couldn’t possibly be obtained in a short time.

As for medical cultivators?

The last time a Tribulation stage medical cultivator appeared in the Lantian Realm was two thousand seven hundred years ago.

“For now, the only option is to temporarily seal Tianji Daojun into the Wan…Sect Master!”

Without needing the Qingnang Peak Master’s reminder, Tu Feng also sensed the message transmitted by the Tianquan Sword.

He whirled around. The demonic qi that had been pushed back somewhat by the formation suddenly surged. The elder setting up the formation was caught off guard—a portion of the formation was actually corroded by the demonic qi, allowing it to break through!

“Gu Fuxuan! You little bastard, focus! Are you trying to take my life!” The elder setting up the formation flew into mid-air, frantically changing the formation sequence while roaring skyward. “I’m warning you, you little bastard, if the demonic qi breaks out, I’ll skewer young Shen first and roast him!”

The threat was very effective. Gu Fuxuan struggled to stabilize his mind and provided spiritual power to the Tianshu Sword.

Tu Feng snorted coldly and sealed Gu Fuxuan’s hearing with a wave of his hand, sparing him from being disturbed by their conversation again.

Watching the demonic qi being pushed back once more, Tu Feng slightly narrowed his eyes. “Peak Master Liu, you said just now that this demonic qi’s attribute is…?”

“It’s the poison spirit root.”

“Poison spirit root…” Tu Feng murmured: “…Jiuyou Court Master, Third Venerable Yan Guihe?”

“It shouldn’t be.”

Not long after, Tu Feng overturned his own conclusion. “Although Yan Guihe is a Tribulation stage Great Perfection, just a bit of demonic qi he left behind shouldn’t have such might…”

If any random Tribulation stage demon cultivator could force everyone below the Daozhu of Taihua Immortal Sect to act, the Demonic Path would have already unified the Lantian Realm.

“Hm?!”

Who moved the mountain protection formation!

The mountain protection formation could be opened and closed not only by the Seven Swords—Tu Feng, as Sect Master, also possessed special privileges.

Apart from Shen Muxuan who was nearly unconscious, the other three sensed the movement of the mountain protection formation at the first moment.

Both looked toward Tu Feng.

Lu Changfeng also flew over urgently from afar, saying in a low voice, “Master, the guards from the northeast direction sent word that demonic qi has appeared. A demonic cultivator is suspected to have gone in that direction!”

Tu Feng was shocked and uncertain.

What on earth was going on!

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Northeast corner of Taihua Immortal Sect.

Xu Rong, who had deliberately found a secluded place to practice the techniques learned in his previous life, was halfway through his routine when he suddenly sensed someone nearby.

Alarmed and suspicious, he activated the Breath-Concealing Art, lightened his footsteps, and crept over.

If this person hadn’t seen his techniques, that would be fine. But if they had…

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Xu Rong’s eyes.

Between the concealing trees, a young man moved furtively, his figure flickering, doing who knows what.

An unfamiliar face. Never seen before.

Xu Rong couldn’t determine the other party’s purpose, but since they hadn’t seen him practicing martial arts, Xu Rong didn’t want to easily invite trouble and lightened his steps to retreat.

But the moment he moved—

“Who’s there!” The young man alertly looked up. Xu Rong couldn’t even see his figure clearly before a suffocating feeling surged up madly.

The other party had seized his throat.

Too strong—at least Out-of-Body stage.

He couldn’t resist.

Xu Rong gasped with difficulty, feigning timidity, trembling as he begged for mercy: “I… I’m a newly enrolled disciple this year, named… Xu, Xu Rong… I didn’t see anything, Senior Brother, spare, spare my life!”

The force on his neck suddenly disappeared.