Chapter 314

The so-called "Communicating with Demons to Forge Treasures" was in fact a heretical technique gathered by the Xu family.

They studied how demons used their bodies to forge treasures, attempting to seize control over them.

Even the cultivator who created this technique never dared to imagine applying it to the tail bone of Youwei Yao Huang.

Shen Yi didn't care—he had more than enough demon lifespan; as long as there was a usable method, he'd just bulldoze through it.

【Year One, you attempt to first suppress the instinctual consciousness of Youwei Spear…】

The straight spear suddenly came alive, trembling slightly all over, emitting a humming sound, as if it were trying to surge upward.

At that moment, four brilliant beams of light descended from the cave ceiling, fully enveloping the spear.

A righteous and overwhelming aura pressed upon it, making its trembling intensify further.

Shen Yi seized the opportunity to strike while it was weak; his body remained unmoving, but his palms suddenly slammed forward, sending the spear flying several zhang away.

Wum-wum—

The black spear resembled a true dragon, instantly reversing direction and stabbing toward Shen Yi.

Though it appeared powerful and heavy, before it could unleash its force, the four beams struck it down again!

Shen Yi didn't hold back—he punched the spear's shaft again.

The spear crashed against the stone wall, then furiously pointed at the cave ceiling, then at Shen Yi, as if utterly wronged.

All of them draw demonic power—why single me out for suppression?

"…"

Shen Yi raised an eyebrow and showed no leniency—any attempt to approach meant another punch.

Meanwhile, as the demon lifespan drained away, the progress on the deduction panel surged rapidly.

Gradually, Youwei Spear lost its earlier fury and fell with a soft pata sound before Shen Yi.

It possessed great power, but when uncontrolled, it was nothing more than a tail bone.

He had temporarily suppressed its instinctive resistance.

Shen Yi continued following the methods recorded in "Communicating with Demons to Forge Treasures," attempting to fully refine it.

Listening to the sounds coming from within the cave.

The aunt and niece exchanged bewildered glances; Qing hesitated, "Should we go in and take a look?"

"You go then." Xu Wanyun likely guessed her niece's thoughts.

"You go, Aunt." Qing pouted.

The two fell silent for a long while before stepping together into the cave.

Then Lady Qinghua waved her hand and shoved them both out without a word.

"Oof."

Qing landed on her rear; Xu Wanyun wasn't as dramatic—she only retreated two or three steps, then stared in surprise at the empty air.

What could possibly block a Jinghunyuan Sect Grandmaster like her?

But whatever it was, Shen Yi's attitude had already made itself abundantly clear.

"Just stay put."

Xu Wanyun found a flat spot and sat down, propping her chin on her hands.

Qing followed, pulling out a small stove and beginning to repair the sword array.

Time passed swiftly.

Since entering the cave, Shen Yi had not taken a single step out.

Occasional loud noises emerged from within, but mostly there was only silence.

Xu Hongde and several clan elders occasionally came to take a look.

They found the aunt and niece squatting by the cave entrance like fools.

The old woman shook her head helplessly and abandoned her earlier plan outright.

Until the rest of the Xu family nearly forgot Shen Yi existed.

Finally, blood aura began seeping out of the cave.

Shen Yi still sat cross-legged, but beside him stood a spear upright, like a guardian stationed at his side.

Lady Baiyu Yao Huang's corpse had mostly vanished, transformed into over eight hundred drops of demonic blood stored in his qi sea.

【Eighteen Thousand Years: Qingmian Shixian digested seven hundred and twenty drops of demonic blood, seemingly reaching the limit of a demon king—Yin Wind and Demon Rain Technique underwent a qualitative leap.】

【Twenty-Two Thousand Five Hundred Years: Huaxue Moniu consumed the remaining hundred-plus drops of demonic blood—Huaxue Technique grew stronger.】

All gains from the Thousand Demon Cave journey were rapidly becoming Shen Yi's foundation.

He opened his eyes.

After the young demon king's techniques grew stronger, the remaining corpse of Lady Baiyu Yao Huang vanished at a visible rate.

Another day and night passed.

Vast torrents of demonic blood surged like rivers within his qi sea.

The corpses of Jinjing Shihuang and Qingling Yao Huang instantly withered to mere skins, together yielding nearly three thousand six hundred more drops of demonic blood.

The panel's prompts flashed rapidly.

Previously, the immortals and demons hadn't had enough to eat; now, there was simply too much to consume.

At this moment, even Huaxue Moniu had digested over eight hundred drops of demonic blood and still wasn't fully satisfied.

Combined, the eight immortal demons had already surpassed two thousand drops—this was the body of a demon emperor.

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: Ten Thousand Years】

Shen Yi had been closely monitoring the changes in his lifespan count.

At this rate, he still lacked a bit to push the Nine Demons Transforming Demon Art to perfection in one go.

Leaving behind the last bit of spiritual root required, he decisively stopped pouring his energy in.

"Hah."

Shen Yi slowly rose, reached out and grasped, and the Dark Tail Spear instantly fell into his palm.

Under the suppression of the Four Symbols Demon-Subduing Formation.

The black scales on his body had completely faded away, thoroughly eliminating the influence of the Dark Tail Demon Emperor.

And this spear now had a new master.

Feeling the demon power contained within the long spear that made one's heart tremble, Shen Yi, satisfied, stored it away in his storage treasure.

With this spear's assistance, it was equivalent to possessing half of the Dark Tail Demon Emperor.

Plus the massive leap in his body tempering.

Facing the Green Feather Demon Emperor... no, even against a few of the top-ranked great demons, Shen Yi felt he could crush them.

Although still far from Nie Jun.

But he should not lose to Shenxu Laozu of the Martial Temple; if his realm could also break through to Soul Transformation, he might even have a chance to catch up with that True Person Qingfeng.

Within the already gloomy cave, blood qi spilled out.

Xu Wanyun stopped staring blankly, and A Qing also lifted her head.

The two watched as that tall figure strode out.

There was no overwhelming momentum, yet it somehow made people feel a sense of strangeness.

In merely a few dozen days, the youth seemed to have become a different person, causing others to instinctively feel a sense of danger in their hearts.

"Help me introduce me to the Clan Head," Shen Yi stopped his steps.

To this day, he finally had the qualification to hunt in this world, and was no longer a piece of prey.

It was also time to return to being that temple keeper.

"Good..."

In the past, Xu Wanyun would have asked what it was about, but at this moment she simply nodded obediently and then ran outside.

After walking two steps, she decisively stopped again, took out a pebble, and directly transmitted a sound to her elder brother.

Soon, Xu Wanyun lifted her head: "He happens to have something to ask you too; he is gathering the clan elders."

A Qing, holding three magic swords, said softly: "They want to arrange a marriage with Brother Shen."

"..."

Shen Yi glanced at her wordlessly.

A Qing hurriedly straightened her body, indicating that she was already a grown-up.

Before she could speak, she was slapped on the back of the head.

"Ouch."

A Qing rubbed her head with a bitter face, but saw that Brother Shen had already walked far away.

Xu Wanyun was stunned: "So you really dare to think about this? You don't want to be the Clan Head of the Xu family anymore? Besides, his age is the same as mine..."

"I'll think about it! I'll think about it!"

A Qing made a funny face and quickly followed after him.

(End of this chapter)