Chapter 46: The Demon Heart's Planting

The entire corridor fell silent at once, and the smile on the young man's face froze instantly.

The two people hiding by the stairs no longer concealed themselves; with hurried footsteps, they quickly came up behind the young man.

The three stared at Li Musheng, murderous intent surging in their eyes, yet for a moment they hesitated, unable to gauge his strength, and held back from advancing.

Li Musheng shook his head; the strength of the three before him was far too weak, with only one barely reaching the Pre-Heaven Realm.

To be honest, though he knew the other party had come to kill him, he truly had not the slightest thought of making a move.

"What are you trying to do?"

At that moment, the eunuch Xiao Anzi suddenly appeared at one end of the corridor; seeing the scene, he immediately walked over quickly.

"Attack! Once the palace people arrive, it will be too late for everything."

One of the young men let out a low roar, a ruthless expression flashing across his face, and immediately rushed at Li Musheng first.

Hearing this, the other two hesitated no longer; their inner energy sank beneath their feet, and they shot forward with a burst of speed, bringing a gust of urgent wind as they followed close behind.

However, the eunuch Xiao Anzi seemed extremely skilled in lightness technique; his movement speed was clearly faster, and in almost a few blinks he had already reached close range.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Several palm winds condensed with Kui Yin True Qi were launched, stirring up a wave of chilling energy that slammed fiercely at the three.

As if buffeted by a biting cold wind rushing to their faces, two of them shivered all over; before their forward steps could land, the next moment they were blown flying away.

The remaining one surged with True Qi, threw out a fist to break through the energy before him, and was about to continue his assault on Li Musheng; however, he suddenly collided with a palm Xiao Anzi struck diagonally.

This palm was wreathed in wisps of Kui Yin True Qi, extremely fierce, making the very air around it even colder.

Bang!

The young man in a Confucian robe was slapped flying, following the fate of the other two; he crashed onto the corridor floor, cracking the wooden planks and sending splinters flying.

"The Aurora Pavilion has long had rules forbidding private fights; you shall wait and see how you are dealt with."

Xiao Anzi stood before Li Musheng, gazing coldly at the three on the ground.

Two of them suddenly spat out a mouthful of congealed blood, clutching their chests as they struggled to prop themselves up; one was clearly filled with regret, gritting his teeth and saying:

"If I had known, I shouldn't have hesitated just now; we missed the best chance to kill him!"

The other turned his head, his face pale, and looked at the young man in the Confucian robe, asking:

"We are no match for that little eunuch; what should we do next?"

Hearing this, the young man in the Confucian robe reached out to wipe the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, but said nothing; he merely stared fiercely at Li Musheng.

"Do you still intend to fight?"

Xiao Anzi narrowed his eyes, his True Qi beneath his palm quietly circulating, ready to respond to any sudden attack from the person before him.

At that moment, the young man in the Confucian robe slowly rose to his feet; he lowered his head and glanced at the other two beside him, then spoke in a cold voice:

"We still have a chance; we just need you two to lend me a hand."

Hearing this, the other two's eyes immediately brightened; just as they were about to speak, a hand had already landed on the tops of their heads.

Before the two young men could understand what was happening, their bodies suddenly lost control, trembling violently, and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wisps of crimson blood Qi flowed from the palm of the young man in the Confucian robe, rushing rapidly into his body, while his face and skin gradually filled out, radiating vitality.

Thud!

The young man in the Confucian robe, his face flushed with red, reached out and pushed; the two bodies, like dried corpses, collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Thank you; I will fulfill your wishes for you."

Crimson light flickered in the eyes of the young man in the Confucian robe; he slowly raised his head to look at Xiao Anzi and Li Musheng, a faint yet cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Are you someone from the Demonic Path?"

Xiao Anzi stared at the other with extreme caution, his expression a mix of shock and doubt; but soon, he shook his head and said:

"Impossible! Everyone who entered the Aurora Pavilion was secretly examined; if you cultivated a demonic cultivation technique, it would be absolutely impossible to hide!"

The young man in the Confucian robe gently twisted his neck and said:

"No wonder they say you little eunuch are young; your knowledge is truly shallow and ignorant!"

As soon as his words fell, the young man in the Confucian robe transformed his figure into a blood shadow and vanished from the spot.

Xiao Anzi felt a nauseating stench of blood rush to his face; the other had already arrived before him.

Seeing this, his eyes immediately narrowed; the palm, already condensed with Kui Yin True Qi, suddenly struck out at the blood-colored figure before him.

But the next moment, Xiao Anzi was horrified to discover that his palm had struck only a blood-colored afterimage.

Meanwhile, the real young man in the Confucian robe had suddenly appeared at his side, and at the same time, a terrifying sense of impending death descended.

From the corner of his eye, Xiao Anzi could see that the young man's Bai Xi palm, at some unknown moment, had grown blood-red, sharp nails like blades, which were now digging fiercely toward his heart.

A look of fear and despair flashed across his face; yet, just as he thought he would be heart-extracted and die on the spot in the next moment,

that blood-red nail, resembling a scythe of death, stopped just half an inch before his heart.

Xiao Anzi's eyes widened completely, and he instinctively swallowed.

Before he could understand what had happened, a lazy voice sounded beside his ear:

"How was it? Wasn't that thrilling?"

Xiao Anzi stiffly twisted his neck to look back, only to find Li Musheng gazing at him with an air of leisure.

Xiao Anzi hurriedly retreated several steps in panic, putting distance between his heart and those blood-red nails that could easily have taken his life.

Then, his gaze turned to the young man in the Confucian robe before him, whose face was grotesque yet motionless, and he finally understood what had happened.

He took a deep, heavy breath, turned to face Li Musheng, and performed a deep bow, saying:

"Thank you, Young Master Li, for saving my life; this servant is infinitely grateful!"

Previously, Li Musheng had helped him disperse the Northern Shen Qiming Qi; even his adoptive father, An Quan, could not do that.

This time, the other had saved him again; although he did not know the other's true strength, he was certain it must be extremely formidable.

Hearing this, Li Musheng shrugged, walked over, and stopped in front of the young man in the Confucian robe.

In his heart, however, he was pondering the matter of creating the Death Talisman Wu Gong.

Judging from Xiao Anzi's performance just now, indeed, true fear should all stem from the sensation of facing life and death in that very instant; this must be the principle behind why the Death Talisman tortures people so.

Thinking this, he flicked his fingers lightly, and the young man before him, whose face was flushed red and whose eyes were bloodshot, suddenly moved his throat and finally managed to speak, though his voice sounded hysterical:

"Die, die, die for me!"

Li Musheng paid it no mind, merely raising an eyebrow and asking:

"Did you, you rascal, practice the Star-Sucking Great Art?"

However, the scholar-robed young man did not answer his words; instead, his eyes grew even redder, and he ranted and raved as if mad.

Seeing this, Li Musheng frowned slightly, just about to experiment on the other person with the Death Talisman Wu Gong he had just begun to comprehend.

But at this moment, a soft, effeminate voice came from mid-air:

"If I am not mistaken, this should be the 'Demon Heart Itself'!"

(End of this chapter)