Chapter 367: Seven Demons Chasing Evil (Request Subscription)

Time flows like water.

Before they knew it, the time of Seven Demons Chasing Evil was upon them.

The Inner Sea.

Endless waves surged into towering tides; a spiritual vessel, sharp as a blade, cut through the chaos.

"Seven Demons Chasing Evil…"

Fang Xing looked up, gazing at the night sky, where seven massive stars glowed with a crimson halo.

"Is it just me, or are demonic qi, evil qi, and dark energies far more active than usual?"

He murmured to himself.

"Seven Demons Chasing Evil… legend says it's a lingering effect from when the Demon Clan descended, using great divine arts…"

"Seven demonic stars have appeared in the heavens; on certain days, they bring calamity… ordinary cultivators risk falling into demonic madness during this time."

Fire Dragon True Immortal sighed: "But demon cultivators and demonic beasts? Their power surges dramatically."

"The demonic path thrives… fortunately, it won't last long."

Fang Xing smiled: "So… shall we head to Rakshasa Island to regroup? At least, get a few demonic qi talismans first!"

"Hmph, unnecessary. We go straight into the Yuan Mo Sea… our identities are too unique; too much contact with cultivators risks exposing our flaws."

White Cloud Sword Immortal crossed his arms: "As for demonic beasts? Just cut through them."

This expedition included only Fire Dragon True Immortal, White Cloud Sword Immortal, and Fang Xing.

Even "Fang Yun True Lord" had been left behind under the pretext of guarding their homeland.

In truth, the original body had returned to the main universe to pilot the "Black Death God," ready to strike at any moment.

"Has the Black Death God been upgraded to a Martial God-class mecha now?"

Fang Xing thought to himself: "Though my original body hasn't ascended to Martial God, my will is already at that level, and I've trained the Nine Sources Star-Forging Body Art—my physique can barely support it… When the time comes, I'll forcibly pilot a Martial God mecha with a Martial Saint body. That'll be a legend!"

…

Rakshasa Island.

One by one, Nascent Soul True Lords gathered.

Countless flying vessels, pavilions, and flying cave dwellings crowded together.

Peng Mo Island Master naturally blended into a small circle, gazing at the dark expanse of the "Yuan Mo Sea" ahead.

"Peng Mo, it seems the Ming Kun Island Master you recommended didn't show."

A seductive woman in a crimson robe laughed lightly.

Her figure was alluring, her eyes brimming with irresistible charm.

"Hmph… whatever. She's just an Outer Sea Nascent Soul True Lord—has no idea what she's missed."

Peng Mo Island Master was a proud man.

Once he said he wouldn't wait, he meant it.

"Soon, we'll enter the Yuan Mo Sea together. Between here and the Yuan Shen Sword Sect's mountain gate lie three great dangers… and countless demonic beasts. Prepare extra demonic qi talismans."

A middle-aged scholar-looking True Lord warned.

"Don't worry, we've already prepared plenty—though those merchant guilds took advantage to jack up prices. Annoying."

A pained expression crossed Peng Mo Island Master's face.

Demonic qi talismans capable of masking a Nascent Soul True Lord's aura were all fourth-rank quality—already expensive.

Then the merchant guilds raised prices even further.

Even Peng Mo Island Master, who controlled the lucrative teleportation array network, felt the sting—he'd been bled dry.

…

"Hehe…"

As Nascent Soul True Lords surged into the Yuan Mo Sea in groups, high above,

on a cloud-carpet, several Great True Lords watched with grins.

"Shen Fu, you're truly ruthless."

A Great True Lord wearing a golden crown boomed, eyeing another, scruffy-looking Great True Lord: "Your 'demonic qi talismans' clearly have a flaw… I've known you for centuries—do you think I don't?"

"Hehe… these 'demonic qi talismans' weren't created by me, Shen Fu True Lord—they're the work of 'Heavenly Talisman True Lord.'"

Shen Fu True Lord explained solemnly.

Beside him, a cold, severe woman with a long blade on her back couldn't hold back: "The so-called Heavenly Talisman True Lord? That's just your fake identity!"

"Hehe… secrecy, secrecy."

Shen Fu True Lord chuckled: "The 'demonic qi talismans' created by me—no, by Heavenly Talisman True Lord—do indeed mimic demonic beast auras, preventing large hordes from gathering. I didn't lie… but these travelers are all Nascent Soul True Lords. The talismans mask their aura, but not their overwhelming presence. If a Great True Lord is among them, fourth-rank upper-grade demonic beasts will sense them as intruders coming to seize territory…"

"So the trap in the 'demonic qi talismans' targets only Great True Lords—or the strongest Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivators? They won't summon hordes, but will attract fourth-rank upper-grade demonic beast kings?"

The golden-crowned Great True Lord clapped and laughed: "Ha! Shen Fu, a single talisman has cut down countless rivals for us."

"And with those fourth-rank upper-grade beasts lured away, our path becomes far easier," added the blade-wielding woman.

"Now, we simply follow quietly—and sail smoothly."

Shen Fu Zunzhe pulled out three more refined "demonic qi talismans": "These are the genuine ones… they'll let us pass unimpeded. Friends, let's go."

"Ha! With the Three Friends of Hanhai working together, we'll seize it effortlessly!"

The golden-crowned Great True Lord roared with laughter.

Shen Fu True Lord smiled too—but inwardly sneered: "Two Nascent Soul brats, really think they can stand beside me? This Yuan Shen Sword Sect expedition… Yu the Old Ghost and Meng the Demon Demon might even show up personally. I can't reveal myself too soon—I must blend with these Nascent Soul brats for now… Who knows how many 'old friends' will arrive?"

As a cultivation elder not from a holy sect, lacking systematic guidance, he could barely break through to mid-Transformation, let alone late-Transformation or the final step of refining into a Void-Seeker. Thus, he craved the Yuan Shen Sword Sect's relics desperately.

…

Several days later.

Yuan Mo Sea.

Splash!

A monstrous fish, its body covered in bony spines, leapt from the black waters, jaws wide.

A jet of black water shot toward the spiritual vessel.

Shhh!

A flash of golden sword-light—split the fish cleanly down the middle, revealing its black skeleton.

"Fourth-rank demonic beast?"

Fang Xing manipulated the phantom of the Rusty Iron Sword—now upgraded to fourth-rank mid-grade spiritual treasure—its blade slicing through the air, piercing one demonic beast after another with razor-sharp sword qi.

"These demonic beasts… feel different from the Demigod's followers."

"Yet this 'True Demon Blood' can corrupt ordinary sea beasts into this… clearly highly contaminating… but no mental corruption."

"Ancient Demons, True Demons… still inferior to the Demigod's followers."

He silently compared: "Not even considering power—just contamination, at least."

On the other side, White Cloud Sword Immortal occasionally struck down powerful demonic beasts.

As for Fire Dragon True Immortal?

He sat with the children—just surviving was an achievement.

"Ha! Fire Dragon, draw your sword!"

White Cloud Sword Immortal merged with his sword, summoning the power of heaven and earth to slay a fourth-rank mid-grade demonic beast.

Then he let loose a swarm of third-rank beasts.

Among them, a leader beast—a black fish with six human arms—its aura nearing fourth-rank.

"For sword cultivators, breakthrough is simple: just fight with swords…"

"Even the dumbest fool, after being slashed a thousand times, learns—or dies!"

White Cloud Sword Immortal's expression was cold: "If you wish to forge a Sword Nascent Soul and sense sword intent into momentum, you'll increase your chance of success by at least ten percent."

"Yes!"

Fire Dragon True Immortal's core sword, "Fire Dragon," bore crimson scales; when drawn, it became a blazing fire dragon, majestic and fierce, clashing with the near-fourth-rank beast.

"As a lineage disciple, the sect holds many sacred sites and secret treasuries… accessible only to specific bloodlines…"

White Cloud Sword Immortal watched, lost in thought: "And the ultimate treasure? Only those who gather all five Black Iron Sword Tokens can fully unlock it."

That's why he brought Fire Dragon True Immortal along.

After all, the sect spirit was highly intelligent—it could recognize each bloodline's techniques.

Not just anyone holding a Black Iron Sword Token could enter the core sanctum.

"Two hundred li ahead… there's a battle between two Nascent Soul late-stage Great True Lords."

Suddenly, Fang Xing frowned.

"Two hundred li?"

White Cloud Sword Immortal was startled—most Nascent Soul early- or mid-stage cultivators had a spiritual sense of only one to two hundred li.

To sense so clearly at two hundred li's limit, especially given the opponent's recent ascent to mid-stage, meant either extraordinary spiritual sense talent or cultivation of a high-grade spiritual sense technique.

"Avoid it… ahead must be a fourth-rank upper-grade demonic beast."

White Cloud Sword Immortal immediately steered the vessel to detour far around.

"Too late. The Great True Lord has spotted us."

Fang Xing sighed.

Soon, White Cloud Sword Immortal's spiritual sense detected a dark cloud, several acres wide, chasing a pale green glow a hundred li away.

Within the green aura stood a barefoot, green-robed female cultivator, holding a bowl-like spiritual treasure, within which floated a pool of spiritual water, upon which grew a golden lotus.

As the female cultivator lightly stepped forward, petals from the golden lotus occasionally drifted down, staining the sea a golden hue.

"A golden lotus born from fire! It's the Golden Lotus Bodhisattva of Water Moon Nunnery!"

The White Lotus Immortal's expression turned grave: "Indeed, she is a Nascent Soul late-stage Great True Lord… The creature chasing her must be a Rank Four Superior demonic beast."

"Venerable ones, please halt!"

At that moment, the Golden Lotus Bodhisattva's lips moved slightly, and a mental voice reached Fang Xing and the others: "I beg the three of you to lend me your aid… I shall repay you with three catties of 'Heavenly Sandalwood Soil'…"

"No need."

The White Lotus Immortal's face grew icy as he pushed the spiritual boat to its full speed.

The spiritual boat instantly became like a sharp blade, cleaving through layer upon layer of waves, leaving no trace in its flight.

But the cluster of green radiance followed closely behind, altering course to pursue them.

"Trouble…"

The White Lotus Immortal's expression changed.

The Golden Lotus Bodhisattva's attempt to divert the danger toward them was entirely within his expectations.

Yet after fleeing a thousand li, his spiritual sense swept forward and he suddenly saw another group of demonic beasts surrounding several glowing orbs ahead.

Unintentionally, the two groups of demonic beasts had formed a pincer attack!

(End of Chapter)