The Immortal Lord and the Demon Venerable Are Both My Vests - Chapter 14

When the massive explosion sounded from the mountain, Ji Chang’an jolted violently and cried out in alarm, “Master!”

Gu Fuxuan looked up with a grave expression. “Just whose demonic qi was left behind to possess such tremendous power?”

He voiced the same question as Tu Feng.

Residual demonic qi from a Tribulation stage cultivator absolutely could not have such might!

Yet the only Dao Integration stage Demon Lord had already perished over a thousand years ago in that great chaotic battle. Could it be that the demonic path had actually given birth to a new Demon Lord in recent years?

No one below the mountain knew what had actually happened.

The moment the demonic qi erupted, Tu Feng rushed to Qin Xun’s side, grabbed him by the collar, and flashed several hundred meters away.

Qin Xun suppressed the urge to counterattack. “Sect Master Martial Uncle, I remember that over there is…” One of the Integration stage Peak Masters who had come up together.

He clicked his tongue inwardly. Where would they even need him to further mislead everyone—some mole planted by who knows which Demon Venerable had already taken the blame upon themselves first.

However, Master’s original intention was to guide suspicion of the demonic qi’s owner toward Yan Guihe. With this sudden development, he wondered if it would disrupt Master’s plan.

Tu Feng said with a cold face, “Children shouldn’t concern themselves with so much—just stay put obediently!”

“Martial Uncle, over there—”

A martial nephew suddenly cried out in alarm. Tu Feng instinctively looked in the direction he pointed, where a figure was running toward the outside of the formation—looking deeply suspicious no matter how one looked at it.

“Damn it!”

The Sect Master of Taihua Immortal Sect had clearly been angered by this succession of unexpected incidents.

He placed Qin Xun down in a secluded spot, casually threw up a protective barrier, then turned and charged toward the explosion’s center.

What a joke—one had already escaped. If he let this one flee successfully as well, Tu Feng’s position as Taihua Immortal Sect’s Sect Master could be given to someone else to occupy!

“The mole is escaping!”

Those below the mountain also saw the figure in mid-air. Someone immediately shouted, “Tianshu Daojun, quickly stop him!”

Looking around at everyone below the mountain, all were trapped in the formation. At this moment, only an injured Gu Fuxuan and the extremely weak-in-combat Peak Master Liu of Qingnang Peak remained.

Gu Fuxuan didn’t hesitate either. He carefully transferred Yin Lang from his arms to Xie Lan, summoned his sword from between his brows, and shot straight up into the clouds.

Xie Lan immediately felt an intensely penetrating gaze follow closely.

He sighed and said gently, “Junior Sister, what has gotten into you today? You’re being so unusual. If something is troubling you, feel free to tell this senior brother about it. Senior brother absolutely won’t mock you.”

Ji Chang’an stared fixedly at the snow-robed Daojun who was half-leaning against Xie Lan’s body. In the depths of her eyes, a point of red light appeared as dense bloodshot threads spread outward.

Kill him… kill him…

Such a good opportunity. As long as she killed him, everything would be over.

As long as the final big villain died, no one would be able to threaten the lives of her and her relatives and friends anymore…

The restriction Gu Fuxuan had casually placed flickered with an inconspicuous glimmer, gradually dimming bit by bit.

Ji Chang’an was completely unaware of this. Her hand, which should not have been able to move, slowly reached toward her bosom.

Suddenly someone called out Xie Lan’s name, saying their spiritual energy was exhausted and asking Xie Lan to temporarily take their position while they meditated to recover.

Though Xie Lan was a disciple in terms of generation, his cultivation was a solid Spirit Transformation stage. Replacing a Spirit Transformation stage Peak Master was not impossible. He quickly transferred Yin Lang to Ji Chang’an and rushed over at high speed.

Ji Chang’an felt a weight in her arms and was momentarily stunned.

The person she wished to kill lay unconscious against her shoulder, utterly defenseless. The two were so close that Ji Chang’an only needed to draw the dagger from her bosom and push forward to easily take his life.

The dagger’s handle pressed deeply into her right hand’s five fingers. Ji Chang’an’s breathing grew rapid as she slowly but steadily drew out the dagger, bit by bit without pause.

A new person’s presence appeared beside her, but Ji Chang’an was completely unaware.

She only stared fixedly at the dagger and at the snow-bright blade slowly being drawn longer.

“Chang’an, martial niece.” Someone called her name.

Ji Chang’an seemed trapped in a nightmare, paying no attention at all, unable even to hear clearly what the other person was saying.

“Ah, then don’t blame this martial uncle.” The person suddenly said.

Blame… blame what?

Ji Chang’an felt dazed and confused, her mind already churning into a chaotic mess.

Killing intent!

She shuddered suddenly with cold. A sword cultivator’s instinct overcame her wavering murderous heart as the Xiehong sword emerged from her dantian.

The dagger was flung away as her right hand grasped the sword and slashed out in reverse!

Generally speaking, no one would be foolish enough to ambush a sword cultivator during closed-door cultivation or meditation, because a sword cultivator’s strength in their instinctive state was nearly double that of their conscious state.

This strike from Ji Chang’an was unconscious against unconscious—in one sword strike, she actually gained the upper hand!

“Ahhh—!”

A scream rang out beside her ear. She felt as if struck by a blow to the head as her eyes suddenly cleared.

Three meters in front of her, a Spirit Transformation stage Peak Master whose face looked somewhat familiar clutched his severed right leg, rolling on the ground and howling in agony.

Everything below his right thigh had completely disappeared, leaving only a smooth, neat cross-section and blood gushing forth in an endless stream.

Ji Chang’an was stunned.

Before she could recover her senses, she suddenly heard Xie Lan calling her name. “Junior sister! Chang’an! Quickly subdue him—he’s a mole from the demonic path! His target is Martial Uncle Shen!”

A… a mole?

“Senior brother can’t free himself—be careful!”

Before she could untangle the threads of confusion coming from all directions, Ji Chang’an was forced to raise her sword against the Spirit Transformation stage cultivator charging at her with a ferocious expression.

With his mole identity already exposed, he no longer concealed himself. His entire body permeated with dense demonic qi, yet his attacks weren’t killing moves but rather area-effect spells.

Ji Chang’an barely managed three exchanges before suddenly realizing this point.

Ah… the opponent’s target was the big villain?

She lost focus for a moment and nearly lost half an arm, breaking out in a cold sweat over half her body. She didn’t dare let her attention wander again.

Demonic cultivators at the same realm were inherently stronger than spiritual cultivators. If Ji Chang’an weren’t a sword cultivator famous for offensive power, she likely couldn’t have lasted even three exchanges.

Even so, the situation was precarious.

Watching this, Xie Lan, bound by the formation and unable to free himself, felt both angry and anxious.

Angry at himself for being so easily deceived into entering, anxious that his junior sister might suffer some irreversible harm.

Ji Chang’an’s entire body was already soaked with sweat.

“Junior sister, watch out behind you!” Xie Lan shouted a warning, but Ji Chang’an’s posture couldn’t accommodate guarding her back no matter what.

She could feel the bone-chilling demonic qi already seeping into her marrow and divine consciousness, freezing her with a shudder, yet she was too rigid to swing the Xiehong sword in her palm.

Ji Chang’an squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

The anticipated attack never came. Her back suddenly warmed as someone’s body temperature covered over her.

Then her whole body spun as her ears roared. She could only hear someone saying something from the direction of the formation, but couldn’t make out anything clearly.

Warm breath brushed her ear as someone said teasingly, “Xiao Chang’an’s swordwork won’t do—looks like senior martial brother will have to give you extra practice.”

Ji Chang’an trembled violently.

“Still quite troublesome. Mm, Xiao Chang’an, considering martial uncle saved you, remember to carry martial uncle back to Tianji Peak later. Don’t leave martial uncle alone on the cold, icy ground—martial uncle won’t sleep well that way. Tsk—what is this thing?”

The sound of someone’s body hitting the ground heavily.

Before Ji Chang’an could react, she suddenly felt a weight on her body.

That unbearable lightness of being—bearing the full weight of an adult male’s body.

She scrambled up awkwardly. There was hardly any intact ground nearby—large and small craters connected continuously. In the largest crater lay a corpse with an unrecognizable face.

Her cheek suddenly felt fuzzy and itchy as several strands of black hair floated before her eyes. Ji Chang’an turned her head. The snow-robed Daojun leaned against her shoulder, eyes tightly closed, long brows slightly furrowed from pain.

Even disheveled and half-covered in wounds, his appearance remained impeccably beautiful.

Ji Chang’an had known since reading the original novel that there were four great beauties in the book, but only today did she comprehend what “supreme human beauty” truly meant.

“Oh right.” The person on her shoulder suddenly opened his eyes. Ji Chang’an was so startled she jerked her neck sideways, nearly giving herself whiplash with a ‘crack.’

Fortunately, the other party didn’t seem to notice, only saying lazily, “Remember to tell senior martial brother later that I want that courtyard next to the sea of red spider lily Xiao Chang’an planted. No one is allowed to compete with me for it.”

Ji Chang’an: “……”

How childish can you be!

Thinking of the large expanse of Chinese red spider lilies she’d planted during her chuunibyou phase right after transmigrating, Ji Chang’an just wanted to cover her face.

Coming back to her senses and looking more carefully, those black eyes were unfocused, clearly already close to delirium.

The frustration in Ji Chang’an’s chest suddenly dissipated.

She sighed, still gripping the Xiehong sword tightly, keeping a vigilant watch on any movement around them.

Yin Lang, feigning unconsciousness with his full weight resting on Ji Chang’an, also sighed inwardly.

Why didn’t Xiao Chang’an make her move?

What a pity.

Gu Fuxuan returned before long.

Tu Feng walked beside him, dragging a half-dead humanoid creature.

Gu Fuxuan saw the situation here and froze. “This is…”

Immediately after, he caught sight of Yin Lang unconscious on Ji Chang’an’s shoulder, with wounds that had expanded even further on his body.

“Muxuan! Chang’an!”

He strode over quickly. “What happen—cough cough cough…” Before finishing his words, he broke into heart-wrenching coughs.

Tu Feng walked to the edge of the large crater and looked down, his brows furrowing tightly again. “This side was also attacked?”

Without needing to ask more, he swept a glance at the formation and the situation of everyone present, and knew generally what had happened.

Tu Feng’s tone softened considerably as he praised. “Chang’an did well.”

Ji Chang’an remained silent, only transferring the ‘unconscious’ Yin Lang back to Gu Fuxuan and repeating his words once more.

Gu Fuxuan couldn’t help but smile at this, yet didn’t overlook his disciple’s abnormal state. He placed one hand on Ji Chang’an’s shoulder to input spiritual power for examination, but detected no abnormalities. “What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?”

Ji Chang’an stared at the ground and shook her head.

Just then, several elders from Tianji Peak came down with Qin Xun. The leading elder walked to the two and began discussing the discoveries on the mountain, which allowed Ji Chang’an to muddle through the situation.

She kept her head lowered throughout, sitting cross-legged on the ground, feeling the itchy sensation at the nape of her neck, her expression complex.

The red light in the depths of her eyes had dissipated at some unknown point.

The few people nearby were arguing. Qin Xun pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.

“Cannot… Sect Master… too great… oppose…”

“…troublesome… can’t leave… what about hidden dangers…”

“…moles… three waves… but… need major investigation…”

After listening: “……”

Qin Xun’s expression was now ten thousand times more complex than Ji Chang’an’s.

What the hell?

There were actually three waves of moles??

…So everything we went through such painstaking efforts to arrange before, what was it all for?

Fuck, a complete waste of effort.