Chapter 17: Planting the Demon

After Wu Linglong finished speaking, her body swayed, and a stream of mist appeared between Nangong Xiaoyan and Wu Linglong.

"No... if you dare to touch her, I will fight you to the death. I've already died a few times anyway. I don't care about dying one more time; I will grind your bones to dust whether you go to heaven or hell," Meng Su roared, his eyes splitting with rage.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, such deep affection between husband and wife, it's truly enviable. You want to kill me? Wait a thousand years. What a wonderful demonic cause. You've successfully planted this demonic seed; tell me, what will happen when you have an immortal seed in your body, plus a demonic seed? Haha..." Wu Linglong laughed wildly.

Wu Linglong grabbed Nangong Xiaoyan by the throat.

Nangong Xiaoyan looked at Meng Su with difficulty: "Husband, you are the fate of my previous life. Although we spent very little time together, as your wife, I have already fallen in love with you. You are a great man, destined to soar into the sky; I am proud to have once possessed you. You are a true man. I really, really love you. Goodbye, my little boy, you must live on well."

"No... don't touch her, I was the one who hurt you, just kill me instead," Meng Su opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, roaring.

Wu Linglong had already sealed Meng Su when she escaped from his body.

The red vertical mark on Meng Su's forehead struggled to expand, slowly cracking open a gap. A powerful thought force emanated from Meng Su's forehead.

This thought force blessed the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles scattered all over the ground. Silver light danced in the sky. Countless small silver needles slowly aggregated, finally forming one long, thick silver needle. Under the blessing of Meng Su's thought force, the needle flew toward Meng Su himself like a silver bolt of lightning. The silver needle pierced directly through Meng Su's Qi Sea, passed through the extinction point the old man had left in his Qi Sea, and then quickly shot out from Meng Su's body.

Wu Linglong felt Meng Su's powerful thought force and his belief in a sure kill, and a palpitation struck her heart. This palpitation struck her heart heavily for no reason. Afterward, Wu Linglong smiled. "I, a True Demon, would fear a mortal? Although he might be a pawn of some great power, he is still just a mortal."

That silver needle, carrying the aura of a thought seed, flickered slightly in the air and arrived at Wu Linglong's forehead.

Wu Linglong disappeared, turning into a demonic mist. But that hand, white as fine jade, was still pinching Nangong Xiaoyan's throat. As if to retaliate against Meng Su's attack, that hand squeezed hard, and Nangong Xiaoyan perished.

Meng Su was heartbroken. He desperately urged his thought force, and the silver needle hovered in the air, forming a black vortex at its tip. That vortex sucked in Wu Linglong's mist, refined it, and finally turned it into boundary force that dissipated in the air.

An exclamation of surprise from Wu Linglong came from the air: "Thought Realization? Who exactly are you?"

The black mist quickly condensed into a real person, and then Wu Linglong waved her hand at the silver needle, causing it to turn into countless tiny Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles and dissipate in the air. But Wu Linglong was also severely injured as a result.

Wu Linglong gritted her teeth: "A mere Demon Son, actually provoking me time and again, do you really think I dare not kill you?"

After speaking, Wu Linglong condensed a pitch-black long sword in her right hand. Dragging a long trail of black mist, she thrust the sword into Meng Su's heart.

A demon of Wu Linglong's level had not yet condensed demonic intent, but this sword carried traces of faint sword intent. Stimulated by the sword intent, the liquid golden bean on Meng Su's forehead quickly disappeared, turning into a large golden hand that pulled Meng Su's heart to the side, causing the heart to dodge Wu Linglong's fatal sword strike.

Meng Su's thought force was completely exhausted, and he fainted.

Wu Linglong didn't even look; no mortal or cultivator of this level could survive her sword strike.

Wu Linglong turned into bursts of demonic mist and disappeared above the Ouyang Family.

Above the Ouyang Family, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and soon, a torrential downpour poured down.

Meng Su woke up under the irrigation of the cold rain.

After regaining consciousness, Meng Su crawled with difficulty to Nangong Xiaoyan's side, reaching out to cradle her head in his arms. Stroking Nangong Xiaoyan's cheek, tears poured down along with the rain.

Meng Su tremblingly pressed his lips against Nangong Xiaoyan's cold lips, then looked up at the sky and shouted: "I don't accept this... why do you take away my beloved again and again? Demon Realm, Demon Realm, screw your Demon Realm. I want my own world."

A bright light suddenly appeared in the sky, and a huge bolt of lightning appeared above Meng Su's head.

Meng Su was struck by this bolt of lightning, his clothes shattered and his hair standing on end.

In Meng Su's Qi Sea, a black demonic seed slowly condensed within his body. Although this demonic seed was very powerful, at its level, it couldn't sense Meng Su's thought seed at all. The demonic seed emitted bursts of demonic Qi, tossing and turning within Meng Su's Qi Sea.

Bursts of black Qi ran along Meng Su's blood vessels and meridians toward his head.

Meng Su felt the demonic seed within him and shouted loudly: "Get out. I don't need to plant a demon."

The demonic seed turned into a baby's face in Meng Su's dantian. With a pitch-black little face and eyes deep with demonic Qi, the boy revealed an eerie smile, turning into endless demonic Qi that quickly ran up along the Ren and Du meridians. Then, it entered Meng Su's forehead, wanting to seize his consciousness.

After seizing his consciousness, Meng Su would become a Void Demon who only knew how to kill.

But that pitch-black demonic Qi met a rival. The forehead had long been occupied by Meng Su's thought spirit. The demonic Qi eroded and attacked several times, but was beaten by the thought spirit until its demonic intent was almost extinguished.

The demonic seed had no choice but to turn into demonic Qi and thinly wrap the golden thought spirit inside, as if putting a demonic garment on it. Naturally, it couldn't seize his consciousness. Meng Su became a Demon Deficiency.

But this Demon Deficiency was quite powerful. A Demon Deficiency between a Demon Deficiency and a True Demon.

A burst of ferocity spread in Meng Su's heart: "Go kill, go kill, you will be strong if you kill."

"My life is determined by me, not by you. You are mine, but I am not yours. If you mess around again, I will extinguish your demonic intent and turn the demon into thought," Meng Su shouted at the demonic seed in his dantian.

A burst of thought force stimulated Meng Su's Qi Sea, and the thought seed in Meng Su's Qi Sea flickered in and out of existence. The power of the thought seed directly scared the demonic seed into trembling, and it never dared to dominate Meng Su again.

Meng Su put Nangong Xiaoyan down. He ran to the Ouyang Family's main hall and dismantled the original tables and doors. Meng Su swung the ghost-head broadsword and nailed the wooden boards into a coffin.

Meng Su was born in a modern civilized city, where the deceased are all cremated.

But looking at the corpses all over the ground and the torrential rain, Meng Su could only put Nangong Xiaoyan in the coffin. He dug a pit in the Ouyang Family garden and buried her. After burying Nangong Xiaoyan, Meng Su felt a burst of sadness. Nangong Xiaoyan was a bitter girl, always an abandoned child of the Nangong Family, and had been alone since her mother passed away. She had finally fallen for Meng Su, but she became Meng Su's demonic cause and was killed.

Meng Su knelt before Nangong Xiaoyan's grave for a while, stood up, and continued digging. This time he dug a large pit, then put all the corpses into the large pit and buried them. Then he erected a tombstone.

Meng Su wiped the rain from his face. He sheathed the ghost-head broadsword on his back and stepped out of the Ouyang Family. ===== CHAPTER 18 =====