Chapter 468: A Female Demon Comes from Afar

Yanhui Pass.

The sky had already grown dark.

Inside an inn, Yu Liancheng chose the best room.

At this moment, he sat cross-legged.

Before him lay a cluster of golden blood.

The blood radiated a majestic vitality, making the temperature of the entire room seem to rise suddenly. Faintly, it felt as if one could hear the low chanting of Sanskrit emanating from the fresh blood.

But listening closely, it seemed like an illusory dream.

This was the blood left behind by the monk Longshu.

The monk Longshu was worthy of being the "Shi Jia" among the Spring and Autumn Thirteen Jia, an existence like a Buddhist Saint. With this blood alone, it might be enough to help a peak Second-Rank reach the First-Rank Vajra Realm.

Among the Wang First Grade Sijing, only the Buddhist sect could exclusively lead the elegance of the Vajra Realm.

Just like the monk Longshu of the Spring and Autumn War, or the current white-clad Li Dangxin. And this golden blood was where the mystery of the Vajra Realm lay.

Shedding mortal blood, having Saint Blood enter the body, and achieving a Vajra Body.

Being able to peer into the mysteries of the Vajra Saint Blood at such close range and without restriction was something countless Martial Dao experts dreamed of.

This opportunity was even more precious than the divine techniques and secret manuals of Liangchan Temple.

Under the guidance of his Qi, a drop of blood separated and landed on Yu Liancheng's finger. He could clearly feel its majestic Qi and extraordinary weight. A strange fluctuation faintly radiated from between his brows, his divine sense enveloping the blood that shimmered with golden light.

His mind was completely immersed in it, beginning to study the profound mysteries of the Buddhist Vajra.

Perhaps he could use this Saint Blood to achieve the true Buddhist Vajra Realm, elevating his physique to a level higher than before.

……

"Buddhist Saint Blood?"

On the city wall of Yanhui Pass, a woman in yellow stood with her hands behind her back, her head slightly tilted, gazing far into the city.

At this time, Yanhui Pass was exceptionally quiet and peaceful, like an elderly woman in her twilight years dozing off. But once this old woman awoke from her slumber, she would become extraordinarily ferocious and cruel.

A crescent moon hung in the sky, and the bright moonlight spilled onto the figure of the woman in yellow, giving her a transcendent and refined feeling, capable of giving one infinitely beautiful fantasies.

The woman turned her head; her hair was like clouds, her skin like snow, and her eyes were a reddish-purple, her gaze shifting with a beauty that carried both magnificence and the vicissitudes of time. It was as if she had experienced the changing of the world, possessing a maturity inconsistent with her appearance.

Beside the woman, a red pearl hung in the air, flowing with brilliant colors.

If one were knowledgeable, they might recognize this as the legendary Li Pearl.

"Northern Mang is exterminating Buddhism, and someone has come from the Liyang Liangchan Temple. So, is it the monk Shakyamuni Longshu who has come, or the white-clad Li Dangxin?" The expression of the woman in yellow was always shrouded in coldness, like ice and snow on a distant mountain. Yet she smiled enchantingly, like a ray of sunlight shining down, causing the ice and snow to melt.

Only, this sunlight was by no means the gentle and warm sun of spring, but a setting sun that could melt gold and stone, red as blood, carrying a cold and murderous intent: "I would like to see, after eight hundred years, just how powerful the so-called Buddhist Vajra is?!"

The girl in yellow unfolded her figure, ethereal as the Goddess of the Luoshui, transforming into a streak of yellow light as she swept toward the direction of the Saint Blood's Qi. And that red pearl followed closely by the girl's side, as if attached to her shadow.

Her flying speed was extremely fast, and before long, she arrived outside an inn, drifting into the inn's backyard like a Ghost, which was where the guests were staying.

Just as the girl in yellow was about to carefully sense the location of that Saint Blood's Qi, with a "creak," a guest room door opened, and a white-clad woman whose beauty was in no way inferior to the girl in yellow walked out.

The white-clad woman stretched, carrying a lazy aura, spotless, like an elf in the night sky—who else could it be but Murong Wuzhu?

Murong Wuzhu rubbed her slightly red eyes; she had stayed up late reading a novel and was preparing to go to the restroom before getting a good night's sleep.

Upon seeing the woman in yellow, Murong Wuzhu let out a soft cry, startled; the novel she had just been reading had a chapter about a female ghost seeking a life in the middle of the night.

When she saw the other's appearance and the shadow at her feet, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The girl had originally intended to pass by the other person, but then remembered what Murong Tonghuang had said, so she smiled slightly at the woman opposite her, bright and enchanting.

The red pearl floated by the side of the woman in yellow, who lowered her head to stroke her stomach, murmuring: "Hungry,"

Suddenly, that beautiful face was pressed right in front of Murong Wuzhu in the blink of an eye, the originally cold voice carrying a hint of hoarseness and irrepressible murderous intent: "When I'm hungry, I especially like to kill. I have no grudge against you, so how about I just tear off one of your arms?"

A slender, delicate hand reached out toward Murong Wuzhu's wrist, appearing gentle, but the speed was incredibly fast.

Murong Wuzhu's hair stood on end; she could clearly feel that if she were truly caught by this woman, her arm would definitely be torn off.

With a flicker of her graceful figure, Murong Wuzhu dodged the mad woman's grab, stomped her foot, and said angrily: "Tonghuang lied to me again." It was fine not to smile, but as soon as she smiled, this woman opposite her would go crazy.

What is going on with this Northern Mang?

To actually encounter such a freak.

"Oh, so you are an expert after all. Interesting, let me warm up first."

The woman in yellow was somewhat surprised, then smiled enchantingly, her figure suddenly turning into a phantom, a delicate palm tracing an afterimage in the air, grabbing toward Murong Wuzhu once again.

Murong Wuzhu let out a sharp cry, her feet not touching the dust, her sleeves fluttering, her plain hands stirring up layers of ripples, and even more, the intangible Heavenly Demon Force Field merged within, covering the vital points of the girl in yellow like mercury pouring onto the ground.

She had been practicing the Heavenly Demon Great Art for a long time, and her whole person was like a deep pool, unfathomable. Ordinary Second-Rank Small Grandmasters, and even First-Rank Vajra, could potentially be drowned by the deep pool.

"Interesting, interesting." The woman in yellow appeared at ease amidst Murong Wuzhu's offensive, her sleeves swinging open, her slender and beautiful fingers changing unpredictably under the night sky, all of them fierce killing moves. After more than ten moves, she not only broke through the Heavenly Demon Force Field but also neutralized all of Murong Wuzhu's attacks, pressing in aggressively.

In a flash of lightning, the woman in yellow pointed a finger out, breaking through Murong Wuzhu's defense, her slender finger tapping on the delicate palm, immediately causing the Qi within the latter to explode, her graceful body trembling as she drifted backward.

The woman in yellow pressed her advantage.

Murong Wuzhu's small face was slightly pale, but she did not have much panic; she glared at the girl in yellow, took a deep breath, and decided to use her trump card.

"Tonghuang, help me."

As the words fell, a powerful, large hand intercepted Murong Wuzhu's slender waist.

At the same time, another palm, one that would make any woman envious and jealous, reached out from the void.

This hand was as clear as jade, appearing to carry a crystalline luster like jade, yet with a wave, it was rigid, fierce, and powerful, its force as violent as a volcanic eruption.

Bang!!

The woman in yellow traded a palm with him and immediately felt a surging, massive force rush in, unable to help but take two steps back, crushing the floorboards into pieces.

"Stinky Tonghuang, you didn't come to help me earlier, you just wanted to watch me suffer, right!?" Murong Wuzhu's willow eyebrows stood upright, her beautiful eyes wide.

"You have practiced the 'Heavenly Demon Great Art' for so long, yet you have never fought one-on-one with a true expert; I was also testing you."

Yu Liancheng explained with a smile, looking at Murong Wuzhu, who seemed about to throw a tantrum, and hurriedly added: "I was wrong, how about this, I'll perform a magic trick for you."

"What magic trick?"

"Face-changing!"

While talking with Murong Wuzhu, Yu Liancheng's figure flashed yellow, and he grabbed a red bead that was spinning incessantly nearby, instantly stuffing it into the yellow-clad woman's mouth.

The originally murderous yellow-clad woman suddenly froze her movements, her surging Qi venting away like a receding tide, and her pair of beautiful eyes, previously filled with killing intent, became gentle and dazed.

"Look, it changed," Yu Liancheng said with a laugh, clapping his hands.

Murong Wuzhu's pretty face wore a look of astonishment.

It was more than just a face change; it was as if she had become a completely different person.

Immediately after, Yu Liancheng pinched the yellow-clad girl's snow-white, smooth chin, and with a pull of his Qi, the red bead was spat back out.

The gentle, dazed girl turned back into a murderous female Demon once more.

"Look, it changed back."

The yellow-clad sword-wielding girl had only just turned back into a female Demon and had not yet had the chance to vent her surging, tide-like killing intent when the red bead was stuffed back in again.

"It changed back!"

"And it changed back again."

"Haha, look, it changed again."

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