Chapter 41: Blocking the Family Door

"Can you explain it in detail?"

"This matter has to be told from a few days ago..."

Under Duan De's questioning, the woman finally told everything.

Originally they were a family of four; the little girl even had a father and a five‑year‑old brother. Though they lived in hardship, they were happy.

They didn't seek wealth and riches, only wishing for the family to live peacefully, but six days ago an unwelcome guest came to their home.

That morning, several demon clansmen found where they lived, saying they valued the boy's talent and wanted to take him into their sect for training.

But the boy didn't want to be separated from his family, and no matter what he refused to go with those people.

Who would have thought those people didn't care; they forcibly abducted the boy, and when the father saw this he tried to resist, but was killed with a single blow.

Since that day, only the mother and daughter remained; the little girl missed her brother and father, so she kept crying.

From the mother they learned that those people belonged to a force called the Demonic Void Pavilion.

I don't know if it's because they feared Duan De and the others had come for revenge, but the mother looked at them with some worry, her eyes full of fear.

"I don't hate them for taking my child; I only blame ourselves for being incapable."

Those words struck like a heavy hammer on their hearts, leaving an indescribable feeling.

"The Demonic Void Pavilion—they're no good birds."

Upon hearing the name of that force, Duan De snorted and said:

"How so?"

If it were a normal contest, it would be fine, but as a demon‑clan force they actually attacked a bunch of mortals, and Yang Zhu already felt killing intent rise in his heart.

"I once dug up the tomb of their Supreme Elder and found many boys and girls inside, all of them talented seedlings, yet before they could cultivate they had their essence sucked dry."

Since ordinary mother and child were present, Duan De chose to send a mental message.

"According to what the Daoist knows, they have a secret art inside their pavilion that specializes in devouring others' essence to boost cultivation, but the backlash is severe—practitioners don't live long."

"Let me go meet them."

Yang Zhu immediately decided to go; such a force left alone is also a disaster—if given the chance, he does not recommend uprooting it completely.

"Bullying people too much—Daoist, I'm with you."

Duan De also felt indignant, and the two turned into a Divine Rainbow, speeding toward the Demonic Void Pavilion.

"Mom, look—these two brothers are immortals! Will they bring my brother back?"

"Maybe…"

Watching Yang Zhu and the other's receding backs, a spark of hope ignited in the mother's eyes.

Mountains surrounded the area, vegetation lush, mountains and water interwoven; white mist rose with the pleasant sound of flowing water, like white clouds, pure as rosy clouds.

On a fertile plain, a pavilion tower rose into the clouds, most of it submerged in the cloud layer, very ethereal.

That day, two figures stood outside the Demonic Void Pavilion, silently observing this force.

"People of the Demonic Void Pavilion, come out and die quickly!"

Yang Zhu's voice was not loud, yet it carried immense power, transmitting deep into the pavilion.

"Damn it, you demon‑clan ants, get out here or the Daoist will wipe you out!"

With Yang Zhu by his side, Duan De straightened his back—when had he ever experienced such a thing, blocking someone's door and shouting?

Normally it's him being chased; even if he shouts, he just finishes and runs away.

"What petty brat dares to act so arrogantly in front of my Demonic Void Pavilion!"

A voice thundered out like a clap of thunder, echoing in all directions—the sound arrived before the person.

Soon a demon‑clan elder rushed out; he was an Elder of the Demonic Void Pavilion, and after hearing Yang Zhu's words his veins bulged, his tone full of anger. For who knows how many years, no one had dared to look down on them so much, to come to their mountain gate and shout—it was practically a hard slap to their face.

"Damn it, you demon‑clan rats, always producing scum who do shameful deeds!"

The unscrupulous Daoist didn't care about any of that, pointing at the other's nose and cursing as filthily as possible.

"You're looking for…"

The demon‑clan elder was about to unleash his power when Yang Zhu swung his arm; a tremendous divine force instantly sent him flying like a falling leaf, his five senses shattered inside.

With a boom, the demon‑clan elder hit the ground, already breathless.

This person was only at the Third Layer of the Dao Palace; Yang Zhu needed only a casual strike to easily kill him!

Southern Ridge truly is demon‑clan territory; their pavilion is full of demon clansmen, and in great numbers—right at the start over a hundred rushed out.

"Someone's causing trouble—let's all go up together!"

Seeing their Elder slain, the people of the Demonic Void Pavilion had their anger ignited and all attacked together.

Yang Zhu remained calm, his palm lightly moving—as if two invisible big hands pressed down; amid a series of muffled booms, everyone who rushed up exploded!

Divine Rainbow after Divine Rainbow shot out, more and more disciples gathered from everywhere, and even some elders in seclusion inside the pavilion were awakened and came out of their retreat.

"Daoist, today I'll go all out!"

Duan De refused to be outdone, charging forward with a magic treasure in hand; each strike sent several people flying—lightly they vomited blood and were seriously injured, heavily they died on the spot.

"Why have you come here to attack my pavilion?"

A stronger elder stepped out from the depths, approaching not far from Duan De, his face grim.

"You bastards, you specialize in abducting people's children to boost your cultivation, not even sparing mortals—if not you, who should die?"

Duan De showed no fear, holding nothing back in his words.

"Heh, nonsense—I think you're tired of living."

As if the matter had been exposed, that person first fell silent, then his face darkened with a cold smile.

Yang Zhu turned into golden lightning and arrived instantly, his speed terrifying; he pointed a finger at the opponent's forehead.

"How is that possible, you…"

The opponent was frozen in place, unable to move, it felt as if a sharp blade had stabbed into the brow, a sudden pain! "You're not worthy to kill us."

As the sound fell, golden divine fire surged from the fingertips; amid a chorus of wails, that person's flesh and soul were burned by the divine fire, ultimately reduced to nothing, not even ash remaining.

"Elder Chen was just killed like that?"

"Who is this youth, to be so powerful!"

The remaining members of the Demon Tower Pavilion, seeing this, instantly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, chilled from head to toe, involuntarily drawing in a big breath of cold air.

"Hahaha, he is the Holy Body Dao Embryo Yang Zhu!"

Duan De laughed loudly; when he revealed Yang Zhu, everyone's hearts sank, and their fighting spirit was instantly extinguished.

Yang Zhu has recently shaken the Southern Ridge; who doesn't know of the mighty Holy Body Dao Embryo?

In a single day, he leveled two locations, beheaded over a hundred strongmen, and retreated unscathed, overwhelmingly dominant.

It can be said that nowadays few dare to provoke him; if they lack the confidence to kill him in one strike, what awaits them will be a calamity that overturns the heavens.

Yang Zhu gazed at the Demon Tower before him, extending one hand; a golden giant palm print tens of meters in size formed, accompanied by a booming rumble, pressing down toward the distant Demon Tower.

"Not good!"

The demons of the Demon Tower Pavilion, seeing this, broke out in a cold sweat; many gritted their teeth and stood before the Demon Tower.

They unleashed various artifacts, exerting all their strength to activate them, and soon their power was pushed to the extreme.

The golden palm print was immense, its surface covered in dense patterns, bearing an unmatched might that none could withstand.

(End of Chapter)