Chapter 343: Thousand Demon Cave, Demon Emperor Shen

No wonder this Form-Shifting Art was retrieved from a cave dwelling.

It took Shen Yi nearly two hundred years to finally perfect its cultivation.

Thinking of what the pill formula said—that one who lives over a hundred years without successfully achieving Soul Transformation must rely on pills to assist... Shen Yi felt an inexplicable bitterness in his heart.

But after all, it is merely a scrap of paper; some exaggeration is normal, and it should not be taken too seriously.

Coincidentally, the remnant soul of the Golden-Eyed Lion Emperor was also condensed and drawn out.

【Demon Emperor (Remnant): Golden-Eyed Lion Emperor】

Shen Yi waited until it regained consciousness.

Then, following the other's appearance, his own form gradually began to change.

In almost an instant, a magnificent lion demon eight zhang tall stood in place; the body, originally formed from the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Infant, even radiated demonic energy.

"Golden eyes."

Shen Yi activated the Golden Eagle Divine Ability, then used his Golden Thunder and Bai Yu spiritual roots to channel his qi, covering his eyes with a layer of golden light.

He glanced to the side.

Golden light exploded from his eyes, shattering a piece of green stone.

Setting aside the power for a moment, at least the appearance is similar.

Finally, he looked at the Golden-Eyed Lion Emperor again, beginning to adjust the details on his body, striving to make every single hair identical.

Shen Yi closed his eyes.

Many terrifying gashes slowly appeared on his body.

His expression also became utterly exhausted.

He lost some of the Demon Emperor's majesty but gained a bit of the ferocity of a trapped beast still fighting.

"From now on, whenever anyone speaks to me, you will inform me first according to your usual habits."

Having made all preparations, Shen Yi gave it an order.

"Yes!"

The Golden-Eyed Lion Emperor finally came to its senses, bent low, and performed a deep bow.

Shen Yi withdrew the Golden Pearl and the Yin Spirit back into his Qi Sea, then, accompanied by the two demon souls, openly sped toward the Thousand Demon Cave.

From now on, he is the Emperor of the Thousand Demon Cave.

At Mount Wutong, in front of the first wooden house.

Jiang Qiulan stood quietly at the door, beside her a snake egg resembling red jade.

She waited patiently.

Until twelve days and nights had passed, her figure remained straight.

Several figures gradually appeared in the sky, watching the area below in silence.

"Zhu Shixiong Nie, the person you brought back—won't you say a few words on her behalf?"

Tong Xinchuan looked sideways with a half-smile.

There, Nie Jun, wearing a wide green robe and standing on a Dark Sword, spoke coldly: "I only want to know when this damn woman will let me out; I need to go to the Eight Directions Food Pavilion for a meal."

Qingfeng True Person chewed on preserved fruit, and the instant Zhu Shixiong Nie looked over, he made an imperceptible motion to store the fruit in his storage bag.

He too had been placed under house arrest.

With only this little snack left, don't even think about it.

"What a character."

Nie Jun sneered and curled his lip: "Go fetch a meal for me."

Tang Yuan, suddenly addressed, was stunned, then said with a bitter face: "Senior Nie, I am under house arrest too."

He couldn't understand it; True Person Master Master Xuanjian killed the Blood-Transforming Demon Emperor, Senior Master Qingfeng couldn't dissuade him, so punishment was deserved, but what did it have to do with him?

He wasn't even considered a disciple of Mount Wutong.

"All of you, get back and stay put."

A cold voice finally came from inside the wooden house.

The others' expressions stiffened slightly, and they dispersed one by one, leaving only Nie Jun staring coldly at the wooden house, the Dark Sword beneath his feet eager to move.

The next moment, a graceful figure pushed the door open and stepped out.

She casually summoned a token: "Master, Nie Jun wants to rebel."

"Hmph, woman."

Nie Jun took a deep breath, then angrily waved his sleeve, turned around, and sped toward another wooden house.

"What, Master is also a woman; are you dissatisfied?"

True Person Ling Xi leisurely retrieved the token into her palm.

When she looked at the Miss before her again, her expression suddenly became much colder.

She already knew what had happened inside the Thousand Demon Cave.

"Since you are from Great Qian and have a powerful protector, why come to me?"

Jiang Qiulan slowly raised her head, looking at the token in this senior's hand, and the instant she caught a flash of spiritual light upon it.

She suddenly abandoned the idea of explaining.

She had originally been waiting for an opportunity, but she never expected this opportunity to come so quickly.

In an instant.

A Dark Sword appeared in her palm and silently sank into the ground.

Jiang Qiulan knelt on one knee and bowed toward that token: "Junior Jiang Qiulan has come to return the cultivation method."

"..."

True Person Lingxi was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, anger rose in her eyes: "How bold you are!"

She suddenly waved her hand, and a fierce spiritual pressure poured out toward those before her.

At the same time.

Nie Jun, who had just left, returned in the blink of an eye.

He did not move to block.

He simply stared with icy eyes at the black sword on the ground.

Watching as the black-robed Miss was swept away by the spiritual pressure, even her skin all over her body was shattered.

In the end, True Person Qingfeng sighed, extended his hand, and summoned a gentle wind to wrap around Jiang Qiulan as she fell.

Who would have thought that as soon as this woman stabilized her stance.

She still maintained her previous posture, except now she held a scroll of cultivation technique in her hand.

"Truly not afraid of death."

True Person Qingfeng dug hard at the back of his head; to be able to send a message to the Master was a unique honor reserved for the Eldest Jiang Shijie.

Jiang Qiulan had committed a grave taboo.

"Cruel and ambitious, what a..."

True Person Lingxi took another step forward.

Her words suddenly stopped.

For a slightly weary voice emerged from the token: "What law do you seek?"

"Shen Xiao True Lei Jianfa."

Jiang Qiulan struggled to swallow the blood, trying to steady her voice.

She needed an opportunity to earn the right to speak with Shenxu Laozu of Mount Wutong.

The Shen Xiao True Lei Jianfa might be her only chance to spark the other's interest.

This was the opportunity Shen Yi had given her.

"What reward do you seek?" The voice emerged from the token once more.

"To enter Mount Wutong."

Jiang Qiulan's eyes, stained red with blood, stared tightly at the token.

"Too ambitious." The token fell silent for a while.

Upon hearing this verdict, True Person Lingxi finally let out a cold sneer.

The other disciples who had rushed over upon hearing the news also frowned one after another.

Who in the world does not wish to join Mount Wutong, but must you restrain yourself a little and not show it so blatantly?

Jiang Qiulan, however, showed no reaction at all, slowly rising to her feet: "Not big enough."

She had previously promised Shen Yi that she would never waste these things.

And what she wanted to do now was use these things to gain the greatest benefit.

"Oh? Speak and let us hear." The token slowly rose into the air.

"Learn the wondrous arts of Mount Wutong, become the sharpest sword in the world." Jiang Qiulan slowly stood up.

"It's bad, it's coming for you." True Person Qingfeng looked toward Zhu Shixiong Nie.

Nie Jun said nothing, simply staring silently at the token.

Sure enough, a faint laugh emerged from within: "I also wield a sword."

Everyone had expected to see fear on the black-robed Miss's face.

Who would have thought that Jiang Qiulan simply stood quietly, her gaze still firm.

Moments later, even True Person Lingxi's eyes narrowed slightly; what kind of arrogance was it to dare to harbor the thought of trampling the Master underfoot?

"A frog in the well, stupid and noisy." The token shook slightly and returned to True Person Lingxi's palm.

Just as the Eldest Jiang Shijie, her face full of coldness, looked back at Jiang Qiulan.

The spiritual light on the token flashed again: "Bring this mad girl to see me; I am very interested in what gave her the courage to look down on everything."

"..."

Upon hearing this, even Nie Jun's eye twitched, let alone the others.

Jiang Qiulan finally lowered her gaze.

She was not mad; she had merely seen the most towering of high mountains.

That was an existence that would make everyone present here feel ashamed.

Nor was she arrogant.

Only by surpassing this group could there be a chance to approach that high mountain.

This was not ambition at all; it was merely the cruelest reality.

(End of this chapter)