Chapter 605: The Temptation of the Demon Soldier

Deep in the mountains, a pool formed by water dripping and eroding the strata over years and months had mist drifting above it.

Within the mist, heart-wrenching roars rang out from time to time.

Those were the roars of Hunger-crazed Phantoms.

Under the shroud of mist, the pool churned as if boiling, filled everywhere with hideous and ugly Phantoms struggling and crowding, biting and brawling with one another.

From time to time, birds would sweep across the sky, only to be struck down by the sonic waves roared out by the Phantoms; like a drop of cold water falling into a scalding wok, it made the Phantoms even more frenzied and surging.

After an unknown amount of time, although the Phantoms were still noisy, they were ultimately a bit quieter.

Deep in the mountain body beyond the pool, Yan Wanjun withdrew his gaze; the Bawang Shu leaning against the rock wall was impaling the corpse of a half-grown Lesser Phantom, and ink-like blood flowed slowly, staining a large patch of the ground pitch black.

After Yan Wanjun was expelled from Fucheng by his master, he brought a group of fellow Disciples to garrison this place, responsible for guarding the Huojiao Ling.

"Haha, I thought I was the Little Overlord, but it turns out you are the real Little Overlord!"

Suddenly, a whistling sound rang out outside the cave, a sharp, piercing sound like a heavy object falling from the nine heavens into the human world.

Yan Wanjun revealed a look of joy, "Disciple... is incompetent, can only do... his best... his best."

"You don't understand, and they don't understand either!"

Yan Wanjun repeated stutteringly to the bronze mirror, his voice echoing in the empty cave.

This was the great power only possessed by a Mighty Warrior, and the only Mighty Warrior who knew of this place was Yan Shan! "Master."

Yan Shan said to Yan Wanjun, "They were venting their anger for you; loyal, yet stupid."

Yan Wanjun closed his mouth and said nothing; he knew his master's heart was like iron and stone, and once a decision was made, no one could change it.

He let out a sigh of relief; the daylight of the outside world was coming, and the day was about to arrive again.

"I, Yan... Yan Wanjun... Jun, Bawang... Bawang Martial... Martial Arts Hall."

This place was buried deep in the mountains, with countless Phantoms entrenched outside, full of crises.

Yan Wanjun ran forward to kneel and pay his respects, "Everything is well, the items are safe."

Yan Wanjun was exiled here, in reality, to guard precious materials related to the cultivation of a Mighty Warrior for his master.

"The Disciple who hates the Overlord Yan Shan..."

He washed his face and hands with cold water to relieve his fatigue and let out a breath.

It was just that the years in the mountains were truly hard to endure; outside Phantoms often broke in to eat people, and the scent emitted by the Huojiao Ling also occasionally attracted fierce beasts and poisonous insects, requiring constant guarding; as the days went by, those fellow Disciples were either torn apart by Phantoms or killed by fierce beasts and poisonous insects.

His tone revealed a hint of fanaticism, "Originally, after entering the Mighty Warrior realm, my speed of improvement slowed down, but now I have found a new motivation, and that is a sense of urgency—the urgency of fearing being caught up by those who come after."

"With goals in front and pursuers behind, I cannot stop for a moment; constantly squeezing my own potential is the path of the Mighty Warrior I have chosen."

"Previously, I took White Stone as my goal; now that I have broken through to Mighty Warrior, there are even more goals to chase: Tiger Corpse, Yin Sanfen, and so on."

Yan Wanjun muttered this name, and instead of anger or resentment, he actually felt a sense of powerlessness and misery.

"It wasn't until Zhou You broke through to a High-Level Martial Master and someone mentioned him in the same breath as me that I realized there were latecomers chasing me."

This nest of Huojiao Ling had existed long before Yan Shan's breakthrough, and now it was held firmly in his palm.

He took a few quick steps to look outside, only to see a massive spear tip, with a diameter of over a thousand meters, piercing into the pool; countless Phantoms vanished into smoke, turning into ash fragments after being incinerated, drifting away with the wind.

"Zhou You is the thorn I have chosen, pressed against my back; as long as I am even slightly slow, I will be caught up by him, pricking my flesh and drawing blood."

Yan Wanjun hurriedly cupped his hands, "Master, they are ignorant, please... please... grant them a way to live."

This was a hidden Medicine Field, once occupied by the Vajra Mountain; after the sect perished, it was abandoned until many years later, when a martial artist who obtained the inheritance of the Vajra Mountain found this place and discovered the remnants of the heavenly treasures. That descendant is the newly promoted Mighty Warrior of Fucheng, the Hating Overlord Yan Shan. Yan Shan turned his back, looked at the pool and said, "My whole life has been spent chasing, chasing those powerful targets without a moment's rest."

He had come here specifically to tell him this, out of consideration for his hard work in guarding this place.

Suddenly, a golden leaf drifted in the pool, and a voice said, "Do you desire power?"

"I am not a Phantom, I am... a Demon!"

Yan Shan said directly, "Fu Manlun of the Myriad Poison Secret Workshop was killed by Zhou You of the Daqian Martial Arts Hall, and he has already risen to a High-Level Martial Master. The Yan Family previously plotted against him in secret; I could pretend not to know, but things will be different from now on."

"You have done well."

Once the sunlight descended, crossing the peaks to fall into the pool, it could suppress these Phantoms and gain a few hours of quiet.

For any heavenly treasure, the time from germination to maturity is longer than the lifespan of a normal person.

The two words "Mighty Warrior" made Yan Wanjun's heart beat violently, but thinking of the martial arts hall's reputation, his master's coldness, and the dangers of the Zhenxiong Yu, he immediately shook his head, "I will not be seduced by Phantoms, get out."

"Being too vigilant is not good either; it's easy to miss opportunities!"

Yan Wanjun's hair stood on end; he flashed and raised the Bawang Shu, sweeping across the golden duckweed like lightning; even if there was evil lurking, it would be pierced through by his spear.

It often requires a martial artist with a lifespan of two or three hundred years to spend most of their life guarding it until it matures and can be picked.

Yan Wanjun had the strongest strength and became the last survivor; he kept his master's mission in mind, guarding the growth of the heavenly treasure. Because he had been away from the outside world for too long, his tongue was still flexible, but he was no longer very good at speaking.

Yan Wanjun turned back and walked into the depths of the cave, where there were dozens of stone beds, bedding, and pots and stoves for daily use in the corner.

"Do you want to become a Mighty Warrior?"

"Zhou You!"

Yan Shan left after saying this.

"So, Zhou You is very important to me, do you know?"

Yan Shan retracted the spear shadow behind him, carried the Bawang Shu on his back, and walked past Yan Wanjun into the cave, examining the growth status in the pool in detail, estimating it would take another seventy or eighty years before it could be picked.

"Coming here this time, besides checking the growth trend of the heavenly treasure, there is one more thing to tell you!"

"Wan Jun, do your work well, Master remembers you!"

The fate of those Yan Family members was already destined to be sacrifices.

In a pool deep in the cave, two or three golden duckweed leaves drifted; looking further into the bottom of the water, white, tender roots were intertwined in large clusters, and one could vaguely see water chestnuts that looked like they were cast from iron.

The gap was too large; he didn't even have the qualification to hate the other party.

But precisely because of this, in an environment where human footprints were rare, a kind of extremely precious heavenly treasure was nurtured.

"Phantoms, no, they actually took advantage of the void to enter."

Yan Wanjun smiled with tears streaming down his face! He had to suffer in this cave for decades, while the other party was infinitely glorious in the outside world; what a cruel fate this was.

The heaven-and-earth treasure, Huojiao Ling.

"However, if there are similar incidents in the future, once Zhou You makes a move, I will not protect them!"

"The 'demonic' in 'falling into demonic obsession'?"

"Uh, you could understand it that way; falling into demonic obsession in Martial Dao is a shortcut. If you are willing to sacrifice, could you leap past your master?"

That voice paused, "Actually, given your master's cold-blooded and ruthless style, it is closer to the path of my Demonic Dao."

"Think about it carefully; you have decades of time to slowly make your decision."

(End of this chapter)