Chapter 540: The Demon in the Camp Shocks the Audience

Outside the coral reef of the sea, spiritual light surged, green waves gave birth to ripples, and a crisp bamboo raft slowly slid into this sea area.

The female cultivator Han Fei stood at the head of the raft, with a trace of worry between her brows. Beside her was the maid Cailing, who was trembling when she saw the neat camp of the Long Gong and the forest of water race demon soldiers.

On the contrary, He Lu Qilang, seeing the thousands of demon Qi and light rushing into the sky, was a spectacle he had never seen before. The silver mirror in his arms sensed the strongest few demon Qi, all of which were condensed into substance, yet he was still able to remain calm.

Feng True Person in the silver mirror could only sense this scene with the help of the spiritual treasure, and his expression was solemn: "The three generals in the demon army are all in the Nascent Soul realm. Although the large camp in front is covered by seals, with the help of the treasure mirror, one can also see that several spiritual lights are all strong people in the Nascent Soul realm!"

"When passing through the outside, I saw from the treasure mirror that the sea area had thick blood evil Qi remaining, and one of the blood Qi was even more tragic than the fall of a Nascent Soul True Person. This place is definitely not a good place, Lu Qilang, be careful!"

He Lu Qilang nodded slightly, and a trace of heaviness appeared on his face.

He mixed into the group of Han Fei, the young master of the Qiongquan Sect, according to Brother Qian Chen's words, because he knew that even if the Dao soldiers led by Han Fei and others were ten times more, they would not be able to withstand Brother Qian Chen's wave of his sleeves. He himself was difficult to escape, but it would not be difficult for Brother Qian Chen's other incarnation to arrive and take him away.

But now such an accident happened, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "There are many Nascent Soul old monsters here. Even if the Senior's incarnation arrives, I don't know if he can take us away?"

"According to Master, the fragments of the spiritual treasure on my body are what the Long Gong wants, and even Primordial Spirit True Immortals have taken action for this. If the Senior arrives a step late, I'm afraid it will

The several attendants at the entrance of the great tent were all aquatic creatures, either handsome or of excellent appearance, both male and female, all of exotic origin from the sea, and their cultivation was at the level of Penetrating the Law.

They stood at the entrance and scanned the group, their eyes falling on Cailing. A hint of arrogance appeared in their smiles, but they also hid a trace of deep jealousy toward Cailing's magic power, which lacked any demonic qi.

Cailing lowered her head and kept her eyes down, not daring to speak, following closely behind her young lady like a little maid.

The attendant in front was a transformed silver shark, her whole body shrouded in a layer of faint moonlight. Her cultivation was very profound, and her demonic qi was somewhat faint. She scanned Han Fei and said in a clear voice: "My Prince is entertaining distinguished guests in the tent. Fellow Daoist Han Fei, please come with me!"

Having said this, she led her into the tent and seated her below the white-haired Core Formation elder who had been fawning over Ao Ren earlier. That white-haired True Person scanned Han Fei, saw that she was only at the Penetrating the Law level of cultivation, and showed a trace of disdain, no longer looking at her directly.

Han Fei, however, had a delicate mind. At this moment, she did not show off her friendship with the Long Gong, only wanting to safely bring He Lu Qilang back to the sect first.

The fragment of the spirit treasure on this person was of great importance; she had to keep him in her sight!

She scanned the people in the hall and thought to herself: "That black-robed old man should be the Island Master of Tiechen. I have heard that he possesses a bag of Five-Poison Green Phosphorus Yin Fire Sand, which is extremely powerful. In the past, he relied on this to nearly break the island's spiritual veins, which is how he drove away the Fangcun Sect and occupied Tiechen Island! That barbarian, whose earlobes are pierced with gold and silver rings that overflow with spiritual light, is truly extraordinary. He should be the rumored Red Fang Sect Leader. This person has a notorious reputation, is greedy for killing, and lustful; he must not be provoked..."

After one round, she had recognized seven or eight out of ten of the famous cultivators in the seats, but Brother Qian Chen would never be able to compare to such ability in this lifetime.

Perhaps because he had been a bead for too long, his memories were complex. One of Brother Qian Chen's weaknesses in this life was that he was not very good at recognizing people.

Although cultivators had the ability to never forget what they had seen, Brother Qian Chen had to think for a while to remember all the cultivators he had killed. As for these people in the hall, he had to turn over several thoughts before he could match their names.

Han Fei matched the figures in her memory before turning her gaze toward Brother Qian Chen. This person had the bearing of an immortal, an extraordinary grace, and was ranked beside the Long Gong Prince, making him the highest-ranking guest. Yet, she had no impression of such a person, which sparked a trace of curiosity. She thought to herself: "That senior has an extraordinary bearing and is on good terms with Prince Ao Ren. He must be a high-ranking person of the Dao, a loose immortal of some sort. If I didn't have important matters to attend to, I would certainly flatter and befriend him!"

Suddenly, the Red Fang Sect Leader in the seat spoke: "Prince, although the dishes at this Long Gong banquet are good, I am of barbarian origin and have always been accustomed to drinking blood and eating raw meat. Although these seafood dishes are good, my mouth has become bland. Why not serve some blood food, something hot and spicy to enjoy?"

Ao Ren looked at Brother Qian Chen beside him upon hearing this, and realized in his heart: "That's right! I've become accustomed to the customs of the Central Lands, preferring cooked food and carefully prepared delicacies, forgetting the preferences of those in the demonic path..."

He then hesitated in his heart: "That old demon is extremely ruthless, and I don't have the habit of raising mortals. If he asks me for human food as blood food, what should I do?"

Not daring to be negligent, he shouted an order for a servant to lead over an exotic beast raised in the back. The beast looked like a horse with a white head, patterns like a tiger on its body, and a red tail—it was exactly an exotic beast, a Lushu.

The Red Fang Sect Leader looked at Brother Qian Chen and smiled: "The Prince knows my heart!" Having said this, he opened his large hand, and his red-black fingers stretched out, suddenly growing ten zhang in length. He grabbed the Lushu, brought it to his mouth, and bit its neck in one gulp, swallowing its hot blood in large mouthfuls.

The Lushu struggled with its four hooves and wailed incessantly. Its cry was like the ringing of jade pendants; although mournful, it was not harsh, but rather like the plucking of a zither, making one feel sorrowful.

The white deer behind Brother Qian Chen pawed the ground with its front hooves, becoming somewhat restless.

For a time, the cultivators in the tent were clearly divided. The practitioners of the pure Dao, although of the side sects, still maintained a breath of clear qi, so they frowned slightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the bloody scene. Those with mixed qi, whose side-sect paths were mixed with witchcraft, ghosts, and demonic paths, looked on as if it were nothing, and some even had their appetites whetted.

One must know that practicing witchcraft and ghost arts changes one's body and mind, and their tastes change, requiring the raw consumption of blood food to calm the restless fire in their hearts.

Even the people of the Long Gong were divided.

Ao Ren was indeed somewhat impatient; he had been pampered since childhood and had long since learned the demeanor of the Central Lands' noble families. But the demon beasts under his command were all drinkers of blood and eaters of raw meat, and many showed fierce expressions, becoming spirited.

The Red Fang Sect Leader ate the blood of this Lushu, and only when its vitality was weak did he lift his head, laughing heartily: "I have many people on my Red Fang Island, but it is very barren. The blood food I usually eat is only beef and mutton. Seeing the Long Gong raise exotic beasts like the Lushu, the wealth of the Long Gong is truly enviable. I think back to when the Fourth Prince hosted a banquet; that was the most generous. At that banquet, every guest had a pair of young boys and girls with good foundations."

"The taste was fresh and smooth, unforgettable!"

"I followed suit on Red Fang Island, ordering the islanders to offer a pair every year. Unfortunately, barbarian meat is coarse; even the children are not as tender as the people of the Central Lands!"

Once these words were spoken, more than half of the cultivators in the seats changed color. Even Prince Ao Ren's expression was somewhat strained. Among his brothers, there were quite a few who retained their bestial nature, and even some who specifically flaunted their prowess by ordering the sea nations in their territories to sacrifice young boys and girls.

The Red Fang Sect Leader's evil appearance caused Brother Qian Chen to raise an eyebrow, which startled Ao Ren, who had been paying attention all along.

"Not good, I'm afraid I've stirred up the ferocity of this old demon!"

Brother Qian Chen scanned coldly, only to see that many cultivators in the hall were completely indifferent. The Long Gong aquatic creatures were even quite moved upon hearing this. The three Yin Spirit demon kings laughed loudly upon hearing this. It was likely because of this that the Red Fang Sect Leader dared to speak such words at the Long Gong banquet!

In the eyes of those great demons of the Long Gong, human cultivators were fine, but weren't mortals just like pigs, cows, and sheep?

There were even many cultivators who likely thought the same.

This Red Fang Sect Leader was just like that. Practicing the ancient witchcraft arts, he likely already viewed himself as a god, enjoying blood food offerings as a matter of course. His concepts had long since changed; he no longer viewed himself as a barbarian, and the Dharma form he practiced was likely that of an evil god or witch-ghost, with both body and mind transformed. Therefore, what was considered a taboo in the Central Lands was a matter of course in his eyes.

Those Long Gong demon kings were born as shrimp and crabs. After achieving success in their cultivation, they thought they had transcended their own kind. Hadn't they devoured their own kind many times? Not to mention that the human race was not their own kind...

Brother Qian Chen thought indifferently: "In the end... they are not of my kind!"

The Island Master of Tiechen, wearing a black robe beside him, also chuckled sinisterly. He reached out and sliced open the chest and abdomen of the Lushu, plucked out a deer heart, and held it in his hands, swallowing it in large mouthfuls, eating until he was covered in blood. He sneered at Brother Qian Chen and said: "Bai Lu Daoist, why don't you eat? Could it be that you dislike the blood food bestowed by the Prince for not being fresh enough, or is it because you call yourself the Bai Lu Daoist, and your true form is the same? Seeing your own kind and feeling sorrow, unable to eat?"

The cultivators in the hall were all startled to see the two provoke Brother Qian Chen. Han Fei thought to herself: "So this senior's Daoist name is Bai Lu. Since the senior rides a divine deer and his Daoist name is Bai Lu, he must be a lover of deer. For those two side-sect demon heads to act this way... the senior is a practitioner of the pure Dao, a person of high virtue. Wuyou Wuyou Naihe could he endure this?"

Ao Ren, however, was terrified. He knew the "background" of the Bai Lu Daoist and cursed in his heart: "Is Red Fang crazy? He's just a side-sect practitioner, yet he dares to provoke the Nine Netherworlds demonic path's old demon. His cruelty is a hundred times greater than yours. I'm afraid that when he started eating people, you didn't even know how old you were!"

Brother Qian Chen's heart was cold and indifferent, but he said pleasantly on the surface: "This poor Daoist is not that I don't like this, it's just that I don't like eating cold food. I have to wait until the blood of the food is boiling hot before I take a bite!"

Everyone was stunned to hear him, with his immortal bearing, say such a thing. Han Fei frowned slightly and thought to herself: "What a pity! This senior must have seen that the Red Fang Sect Leader and the Tiechen Island Master intended to join forces, and he didn't want to offend the Long Gong. In the end, he bowed his head and retreated..." Her desire to befriend him faded!

He Lu Qilang also complained to Feng Feng Xianzi: "So this person only has a good appearance, but he's not a good person!"

Feng Feng Xianzi frowned and said: "Wait and see. This person's aura is somewhat strange!"

The Red Fang Sect Leader laughed loudly upon hearing this, his whole body radiating black-red malevolent qi as he pressed forward, saying hideously: "Still saying you don't like cold food? The Island Master and I have already eaten this blood food, yet you refuse to take a bite. Is it that you refuse to give us face?"

Brother Qian Chen looked at this person, a trace of a smile appearing on his face, and walked forward... Han Fei saw this scene and sighed in her heart: "This person is indeed capable of bending and stretching..." Her desire to befriend him, however, faded!

For a time, everyone thought Brother Qian Chen was going to bow his head and eat the leftovers of the two. Only Ao Ren, beside him, was terrified, his hand holding the wine cup shaking.

Brother Qian Chen arrived in front of the Red Fang Sect Leader, looked at the malevolent qi and heat radiating from his body, smiled with satisfaction, and said: "Now that the blood is surging, it's finally at the temperature I like to eat!"

Having said this, the Profound Yellow Yellow Ruyi slipped from his sleeve into his palm and he smashed it down directly. The Profound Yellow light on the Yellow Ruyi, under the great divine ability of inverting Yin and Yang, separated once more. The Profound light and Yellow light presented a double-clamping posture, shrouding the body of the Red Fang Sect Leader like a walnut cracker, and suddenly closed. This familiar scene caused the expressions of the three demon kings in the tent to tremble.

The Profound Yellow Heaven and Earth combined, Yin and Yang merged, and the immense force of chaos pressing down swept over everything once more, causing the Red Fang Sect Leader to roar wildly and reveal his Dharma form.

A witch-ghost Dharma form, several dozen zhang tall, wrapped in one hundred and eight skulls, with a red face and fangs, and as hideous as a demon god, suddenly appeared.

Under the clamping of the Profound Yellow Qi, he angrily propped up his four arms, supporting the Profound Yellow light!

Brother Qian Chen held the Yellow Ruyi, measured the skull with his hand, and then smashed it down hard at the crack in the joint. The skull was instantly lifted, revealing the wriggling, smooth brain inside. At this moment, the immortal-looking Bai Lu Daoist let out a chattering, strange laugh, revealed blood-red eyes, leaned close to the Red Fang Sect Leader's skull, scooped out the brain, filled a bowl, and slurped it down in large mouthfuls.

And the Red Fang Sect Leader, under the Profound Yellow Heaven and Earth Pliers, could only wail miserably and helplessly.

Accompanied by this brutal and unreasonable scene, Brother Qian Chen ate him until he was on the verge of death, and finally extracted his soul, swallowing it along with the brain.

This scene left the tent in dead silence. The Tiechen Island Master beside him was even more bloodless, nearly turning to flee. Ao Ren's face was pale again, but he could only wait for Brother Qian Chen to finish.

Brother Qian Chen operated the water and fire divine light, refining the brain into rolling water and fire essence before it entered his mouth, and casually tucked the soul into his sleeve. He glanced at the expressions of the people in the tent, thinking to himself that this performance of his should have firmly established him as an old demon of the Nine Netherworlds Path.

He then wiped his mouth leisurely, threw the body of the Red Fang Sect Leader to the white deer to devour its essence, sat down in his original place, and smiled: "This poor Daoist's eating manners are unrefined, startling everyone. I hope you will forgive me!"

Everyone looked at the white deer, which was showing a hideous expression, with several tentacles protruding from its body and stabbing into the Red Fang Sect Leader, draining him into a dried corpse in the blink of an eye. Hearing Brother Qian Chen say this, those with weaker cultivation, who had been brought by their elders to "gain experience," were all trembling, not daring to answer.

It was Ao Ren who, with a pale face, said tremblingly: "Senior Bai Lu is a high-ranking sage of the Nine Netherworlds demonic path. You must not offend him!"

At this moment, everyone believed it without a doubt.

Even though Brother Qian Chen hadn't produced a single thing to prove his identity, everyone was convinced, without even a trace of doubt.

Brother Qian Chen's current immortal bearing somehow looked evil, and his indifferent smile looked hideous in the eyes of everyone. The Yellow Ruyi, which shimmered with Profound Yellow light, seemed to be wrapped in a layer of blood-resentment qi, and even the cute and spiritual white deer had become a demon—the latter, at least, was not an illusion. No one who saw it would think this white deer, which was devouring essence and blood and refining the remains of a corpse, was an "auspicious sign"!

Just as he smiled slightly and explained pleasantly, the entire tent was in dead silence, and even Han Fei's brain went blank, unable to turn for a moment.

He Lu Qilang showed horror, his mind questioning his master in the mirror: "I felt something was wrong before, was it because of this?"

Feng Feng Xianzi said firmly: "It must be a demon from the Nine Netherworlds Path, no doubt! This demon's cultivation is on par with the Red Fang Sect Leader, but his divine abilities are truly astonishing. Although the spells he cast didn't have a trace of demonic qi, their cruelty shows that this old demon specifically practiced them to satisfy his hobby of eating human brains!"

"This demon, in order to eat human brains alive, specifically practiced a divine ability that can restrict a person's skull, just to satisfy his hobby of listening to the wails of his victims. He is cruel beyond reason! Facing such a demon, the further you stay away, the better, Lu Qilang!"

Brother Qian Chen's disguise seemed to have gone a bit too far!