Chapter 254: Let You See It Too

"Feeding on demon kings of the higher realms? Do they even have Soul Transformation cultivators?" Shen Yi was somewhat surprised.

"Not at all. Their cooking is astonishing and deeply loved by many powerful figures. That demon king, for instance, was sent by True Person Xuanjian of Mount Wutong. After Nie Jun consumed the essence, the Eight Directions Dining Hall held another banquet, attended by several Demon Emperors from the Thousand Demon Cave."

Lady Qinghua spoke euphemistically.

But Shen Yi raised an eyebrow; wasn't this just eating leftovers?

To make Demon Emperors eat scraps, their cooking must be utterly outrageous... Of course, and that True Person Xuanjian, to make a group of violent demons willingly eat what he had left behind.

Tsk.

Shen Yi shook his head with a touch of emotion.

He himself dared not even reveal a Slain Hunyuan Realm cultivation now, yet someone could make a crowd of demons submit purely by name.

Still, my fist isn't big enough.

"My Lord possesses supreme divine arts; in time, he will surely shock the heroes. Even True Person Xuanjian will only bow his head in submission and serve my Lord!" Lady Qinghua bowed reverently.

"If you dare go out and say that, you shall never leave this place in your life."

Shen Yi silently looked over; he did not wish to attract a heap of inexplicable hatred before even stepping out the door.

However, he must go to the Eight Directions Dining Hall.

Lady Qinghua's analysis of the situation was very vague.

For instance, why the cultivators' cave abodes all appeared near the Thousand Demon Cave, what identities those cultivators who left the abodes held, where they went, and what attitude the Thousand Demon Cave and the immortal sects held toward scattered cultivators.

She understood none of these things.

But one thing could be known.

Even disciples of the immortal sects must seek the direction of the path within the cave abodes.

Moreover, if he wished to compensate the Wumiao, he did not necessarily need to guard Great Qian day and night; as long as he established sufficient prestige, the effect might be even better.

Before compensating, it should not be excessive to let himself eat his fill first.

Shen Yi pushed the door open and walked out of the room.

He went to the mountaintop and watched the busy Shen Zongzhu for a while: "I am returning to the Wumiao; I will come to retrieve it in one month."

"My lord Shen, rest assured; the progress is even smoother than I imagined."

Once Lin Jingyi began forging weapons, his speech no longer trembled; he merely glanced back at Shen Yi when he had a spare moment, gave a simple reply, and then turned his head back.

Great Qian Imperial City, Wumiao.

The night was deep and quiet.

A red cloud floated lightly down to Courtyard A.

Shen Yi habitually brushed his sleeves and was about to return to the courtyard when he saw a hunched figure.

A withered, thin face looked at him expressionless.

Then it grinned, a smile of skin but not flesh: "Yan Shidi Shen, long time no see."

"..."

In the middle of the night, making things so eerie.

Shen Yi secretly cursed, then nodded slightly: "Zhu Shixiong Wu."

Wu Dao'an looked deeply at the youth, suddenly sighed, and beckoned: "Come with me."

Shen Yi was somewhat puzzled but followed the other person toward the main hall.

The hall was empty, save for a Yin Spirit floating within.

Two boxes sat on the meditation cushion.

"Zhu Shixiong Zhu." Wu Dao'an looked somewhat desolate, offering only a casual greeting.

Zhu Jue nodded, then looked at Shen Yi: "Yan Shidi..."

He seemed to want to say something, but only sighed.

Hearing this, Wu Dao'an looked over with slight confusion; he had never seen Zhu Shixiong Zhu show such an expression toward anyone else, as if he were... seeking help?

Enough...

Wu Dao'an turned back with a bitter smile: "Last time I advised you not to wander everywhere, but you would not listen no matter what. This old man is tired of speaking; just look here."

Saying this, he bent down and opened the two wooden boxes.

Inside, lined with golden soft cloth, lay a small jade doll each.

"You might not know what these are..."

"How did they die?"

Shen Yi walked slowly to the front of the wooden box, cutting off the other's words.

These jade dolls were clearly the Dao Babies of two Slain Hunyuan Sect masters after their demise.

"Uh." Wu Dao'an opened his mouth, not expecting this young man to actually recognize them; however, that was for the best, saving much talk.

He closed his eyes: "We do not know how they died, because we are not worthy to know."

Wu Dao'an usually referred to this group as crude martial men.

But now, he took a deep breath, squatted beside the wooden box, and his sparse-haired head looked somewhat desolate.

His voice was hoarse and had lost some of its spirit.

Whether it was the backbiting of colleagues or the lack of progress in cultivation, nothing was more distressing than this junior brother risking his life every other day.

"Shen Yi, what this old man can give you... has all been given. Do not scare me again... okay?"

"I beg you."

The old man looked somewhat pitiful; Zhu Jue floated lightly beside him and reached out to smooth down his few sparse hairs.

"Don't mess with my hair!"

Wu Dao'an glared at him resentfully, and Zhu Jue clicked his tongue when a thread of golden light suddenly surged from his third eye.

He casually pinched the Jin Guang between his fingers and waved it toward the old man.

"…"

That faint sliver of Jin Guang illuminated his entire field of vision.

Wu Dao'an's mouth gaped open, his eyeballs nearly bulging from their sockets.

Has Master Zhu, who has been silent for three thousand nine hundred years, finally awakened?!

While he was frozen in shock, he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder.

Wu Dao'an turned around in bewilderment.

Then he met a pair of brilliant golden eyes — a seven-foot-tall Golden Body manifestation crouched behind him, gently brushing his hair with a fingertip.

To guard against Shenxu Laozu, Shen Yi had taken direct control of Lady Qinghua's consciousness.

"Done yet?"

The Golden Body manifestation spoke with a deep, resonant voice.

Zhu Jue, still holding the Jin Guang, suddenly felt awkward and quietly returned it to his third eye.

He hadn't expected his younger brother to let Wu Xiao see even a glimpse of the Golden Body manifestation.

Revealing one's exact realm before the Golden Body is fully formed is an immense act of trust.

"Quick, hide it!"

Wu Dao'an suddenly snapped to his senses and urged anxiously.

The Golden Body shrank into a bead and returned to his dantian.

Shen Yi opened his eyes.

He would never reveal his own realm.

He manifested the Golden Body because after tonight, it likely wouldn't be his realm anymore.

"…"

Wu Dao'an slumped to the ground, exhausted — he had intended to teach Shen Yi a lesson with the deaths of two Slain Hunyuan Sect masters.

Instead, the other had unexpectedly taught him one.

Ordinary people should stay out of prodigies' affairs…

A Golden Body manifestation stands but one step away from the Transformation of Spirit Realm.

Once the other takes that step.

Next time… Xuan Guang Cave may have to provide a plausible cause of death, rather than just returning the corpse with not even a word.

Wu Dao'an stared silently at the two wooden boxes.

His emotions were too complex to put into words.

Then he suddenly remembered: "If Young Master Shen is already… then he doesn't need to go out in person, right?"

Let the Golden Body go out while the physical body stays in the Wumiao.

Even if something goes wrong, at least the Yin Spirit can return with a backup path.

"No, I still have to go," Shen Yi said casually.

This time, not only Wu Dao'an, but even Zhu Jue rubbed the back of his head, unsure what to say.

(End of Chapter)