Chapter 191: Dongfang Xing's Demon

Shaolin Temple is a holy place of Buddhism; upon entering, one is greeted by the pure aura of the Buddhist faith.

It's hard to imagine that such a place would have demonic qi.

Demonic qi reveals itself in that corner; if it weren't for the strong Buddhist aura of Shaolin Temple, it could not be suppressed at all.

This demonic qi may not be overwhelming, but it has constantly been stirring, ready to burst out of Shaolin Temple, ready to burst out of Mount Song.

Master Le Bei knew that his senior brother, Master Xi Bei, had placed a seal on Dongfang Xing; otherwise, the demonic qi emanating from her at this moment could devour the entire Shaolin Temple.

Master Le Bei slowly walked toward the small wooden hut and gently knocked on the door, saying, "Amitabha, may I come in, benefactor?"

"Please come in." Dongfang Xing's voice came from inside the hut. From her slightly stronger voice, one could hear that her injuries had improved greatly compared to before.

Dongfang Xing sat in the center of the hut; seeing Master Le Bei enter, she gathered her practice, but the faint demonic qi had not yet dissipated, filling the room. The demonic qi surged toward Master Le Bei.

Master Le Bei remained unmoved; golden Buddhist light radiated from him, absorbing all the demonic qi surrounding him.

"Please take a seat, Master." Dongfang Xing, dressed in plain clothes, gestured for Master Le Bei to sit on the mat opposite her.

Master Le Bei sat down, glanced briefly at Dongfang Xing, then nodded with a smile, "Benefactor, you're recovering well..."

"This is all thanks to Master Xi Bei; otherwise I wouldn't have recovered so quickly." Dongfang Xing said.

"That's good; staying here at Shaolin Temple has wronged you during this time." Master Le Bei said to Dongfang Xing.

"Master, please don't say that... I feel this place is fine; here, my mind is very calm." Dongfang Xing said lightly, "In this place, I feel the demonic qi within me gradually stabilizing, no longer fluctuating."

"I, the poor monk, do not know whether this is good or bad for you; as a member of the Dongfang Clan, your demonic blood and qi are your foundation; if one day they were completely purified, no one could predict what would become of you."

Dongfang Xing knew Master Le Bei spoke the truth; she herself could not foresee her future. Since the last time she went berserk at Dong Hai for Chen Yi He, the demonic qi within her had been awakened and grew stronger and stronger, even threatening to devour her!

Dongfang Xing originally thought it was Dongfang Wuji's doing, but Dongfang Wuji had already been driven away by her; that demonic qi rose from the depths of her heart. If it weren't for being at Shaolin Temple, she would likely have already been consumed by the demonic qi by now.

This, Dongfang Xing dared not tell Chen Yi He; although she had improved somewhat, she still reminded Master Le Bei, "Master, you must keep this secret for me; absolutely do not let Yi He find out."

"Keeping it from him like this might not be right," Master Le Bei said kindly. "With my senior brother's help, you have only temporarily suppressed the demonic qi, but this is ultimately not the best method; if one day it backlashes, the consequences would be unimaginable."

"Hehe... I believe in myself..." Dongfang Xing said without confidence, "But my injuries are almost healed, aren't they..."

"You must stay calm and undisturbed by outside influences while at Shaolin Temple; if anything happens, you must inform my senior brother immediately."

"Of course," Dongfang Xing's main concern was still Chen Yi He: "How is Yi He?"

Thus Master Le Bei simply recounted to Dongfang Xing the matter of Chen Yi He and the Martial World Grand Alliance.

"Will the Imperial Ancestor do anything to him?" When Dongfang Xing heard that Chen Yi He remained alone in the capital, living and cultivating with the Imperial Ancestor, she couldn't help but ask anxiously; she herself knew that Chen Yi He was dancing with wolves, extremely dangerous.

"There should be no problem; the Imperial Ancestor shares a common enemy with us."

That day, a huge rift split the sky; Dongfang Xing could not possibly be unaware that the world's pattern was about to change, yet she cared nothing for that; all she wanted was Chen Yi He. Only Chen Yi He.

"My affairs, please do not mention to Yi He, spare him the worry. Thank you, Master." Dongfang Xing said no more, bowing with palms together to Master Le Bei.

Master Le Bei, knowing his business was done, rose from the mat, returned the salute, "The poor monk takes his leave." When he reached the doorway, he turned back and said to Dongfang Xing, "Chen Yi He told you not to worry; rest and heal here in peace, everything will improve." Having said that, he closed the wooden door.

Dongfang Xing placed her pressed-together hands before her lips, continuously chanting, "Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..." Bean-sized beads of sweat continually fell from her white forehead.

Dongfang Xing recalled the words Master Xi Bei had spoken to her when she arrived at Shaolin Temple half a month ago.

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"Amitabha, good, good, benefactor, the demonic qi within you is heavy, already reaching the point of penetrating deep into the marrow..."

"Master, what do you mean by that?"

"Before long, you will become a demonic lord like Dongfang Wuji, no, even more terrifying than him."

Dongfang Xing nearly knocked over the table behind her; shock kept striking her heart. She had promised to grow old together with Chen Yi He.

"The demonic qi and blood of the Dongfang Clan are inherited in a single line; yet in you, the purest blood of the ancient ancestors has been passed down. Originally it was nothing, not meant to manifest so early, but after Dongfang Wuji's impact, the dormant force has stirred, and it may crawl out of your body in your sleep, taking over your body and soul... Think carefully: over the past half month, have you often felt your heart being struck, your head dizzy, your body swaying as if about to collapse?" Master Xi Bei said all this in one breath, then asked Dongfang Xing.

"Mm." Indeed it was the feeling Master Xi Bei described; Dongfang Xing could not refute.

"Alas..."

"Master, as an enlightened high monk, is there a way to save me?" Dongfang Xing asked.

"I, the poor monk, will set three true qi seals within your body; you will cultivate at Shaolin Temple for half a year to see if we can suppress the demonic qi; if possible, that would be best."

"What if it cannot be suppressed?"

"Then you will become a demonic lord even more terrifying than Dongfang Wuji."

"Master, promise me one thing." Dongfang Xing rarely asks others.

"What is it?"

"If one day I lose control of myself, you must definitely kill me before I become a demonic lord." Dongfang Xing replied.

"This..."

"Master, promise me!" Dongfang Xing said firmly, "The Dongfang Clan has already owed the world much; I must not become a scourge upon all living beings."