Chapter 648: Master of the Demon Sect

Yu Liancheng and Bi Yao, during a trip to Kongsang Mountain, had once encountered the Black Water Profound Snake at Wuqing Hai.

This time, considering the establishment of a sect, he needed a guardian beast, much like the Water Qilin of the Qingyun Sect, so he captured this Black Water Profound Snake. After a sound thrashing and feeding it a few medicinal pills found in the "Ten Thousand Poisons Return to Sect Bag" that were beneficial to demonic beasts—a carrot and stick approach—he trained it to be perfectly obedient.

Although this Black Water Profound Snake could not stir up any trouble in Yu Liancheng's hands, to other cultivators, it was more terrifying than a giant python disaster to ordinary people.

However, there were a few rare individuals who, without holding an invitation, withstood a strike from the Black Water Profound Snake, passed the test, and stepped onto the Island.

After all, the Demon Sect was a super-faction that could resist the entire righteous path of the Central Plains with the strength of a single sect; it was only natural for it to have a few reclusive monsters.

In reality, the reason these Demon Sect titans were obsessed with this was that the "Ten Thousand Demons Return to Sect" invitation not only mentioned the unification of the entire Demon Sect but also discussed the matter of immortality, stating that the secret to immortality existed here.

Even though it was likely just a gimmick, the temptation of immortality was too great, so they took the bait one after another.

The Island was not large in area, but the environment was quite secluded and tranquil, with lush trees and blooming flowers.

The most eye-catching among them was naturally that exquisite seven-story building, with a plaque hanging on it that read "Baiyujing." Although it was only three short characters, it possessed a unique ethereal and tranquil artistic conception, transforming this small island into a dreamlike fairyland where sweet dew and flower petals drifted.

"Xiaobai, we haven't seen each other for over three hundred years." The Ghost King greeted Xiaobai with a smile on his face.

"Indeed, I have been trapped in Fenxiang Valley for three hundred years." Xiaobai sighed and then asked, "How is Xiaochi now?"

The Ghost King laughed: "She is very well, and she has been thinking of you these past three hundred years. If it weren't for the fact that the Ghost King Sect needs experts to guard it, she would certainly have come to see you."

"Pah, three hundred years without seeing each other, and you are still as hypocritical as ever!" Xiaobai rolled her eyes.

As a Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox, how could she not see that the Ghost King was worried that this trip would be dangerous, or that they might even be packed up and taken away by Yu Liancheng, which was why he left Xiaochi behind.

The Ghost King chuckled and did not offer much of an explanation.

Bi Yao looked around: "Sister Xiaobai, why don't I see Uncle Yu?"

Xiaobai shook her head and said: "Don't ask me, he is the type who loves to play mysterious the most. I reckon he is waiting for you all to finish looking at the stone walls in Baiyujing before he is willing to appear."

Bi Yao asked in confusion: "Baiyujing? Sister Xiaobai, are you saying there are many stone walls in this building?"

"Indeed, stone walls containing the mystery of immortality." Xiaobai nodded.

Before she had finished speaking, exclamations were heard from the seven-story Baiyujing.

The Ghost King and his party all felt curious and could not help but quicken their pace, walking toward the seven-story building.

The furnishings in the building were very ordinary, consisting of nothing more than chairs, stools, hanging paintings, and screens.

And the group of Demon Sect experts who had entered earlier were all gathered in one place; walking closer, they indeed saw a stone wall.

And on the stone wall, two lines of text were engraved.

—Roaming the North Sea in the morning and the Cangwu in the evening, the Green Snake in my sleeve gives me bold courage.

Besides this, there was also a human stone carving, with just a few strokes, revealing the posture of a person "flying on a sword." It even carried a sharp Sword Intent, filling the room with cold light.

And upon seeing this text and wall painting, the Ghost King and the others could not help but look solemn, and immediately, they could not help but become immersed in it.

They only felt that these short fourteen characters seemed to contain extremely profound principles, and even secretly hid a set of advanced divine abilities related to the sword.

"I knew this bunch of fellows would get obsessed with it." Xiaobai sighed outside.

Bi Yao took a couple of looks, but didn't pay much attention, and asked: "Sister Xiaobai, what is going on?"

"From the first floor to the seventh floor, there is a stone wall on each. According to Yu Liancheng, as long as one comprehends the seven stone walls, one can attain immortality."

Xiaobai said calmly: "Whether one can attain immortality is another matter, but the text on these stone tablets is indeed the world's top divine technique. Anyone with a heart for cultivation cannot help but be intoxicated by it."

Speaking of this, there was a hint of nostalgia in Xiaobai's tone.

Clearly, she had also spent a great deal of time consumed by the stone walls.

Bi Yao's eyes rolled: "Are there stone walls on the six floors above as well?"

Xiaobai nodded.

"I'll go up and take a look."

Bi Yao kicked off her legs and ran upstairs with a thumping sound. She was only a little girl of ten or so, and her obsession with immortality was not great; she was just quite curious.

The furnishings on the second floor were also nothing out of the ordinary, and sure enough, there was also a stone wall, with a line of a broken poem carved on it.

—Heaven and earth are the inn of all things, time is the passing guest of a hundred generations, and floating life is like a dream; how much joy is there?

Compared to the poem on the first floor, this floor lacked the sharp aura and had more lamentation for the passage of time.

And the accompanying figure was a person drinking wine under the moon.

That human figure looked like a child, and also like a man in his prime, but looking closer, it turned into an old man, and even seemed to quickly turn into white bones, shifting between four different forms.

Bi Yao tilted her head and watched for a moment, but did not understand, so she ran to the third floor.

The stone wall on the third floor was carved with—Holding a flying immortal to roam, embracing the bright moon to last forever.

This line of text carried an ethereal artistic conception, making people feel intoxicated and enchanted.

Beside it was a "Flying Immortal Under the Moon" figure, which was even more immortal and compelling.

After that were the fourth floor, fifth floor, sixth floor... Each floor was a poem or verse, accompanied by a human figure carving. Except for the first floor, the poems on every other floor had no hint of killing intent, but were full of immortal spirit. The artistic conception contained within them could be clearly felt even by those who did not understand the words.

Finally, the slightly panting Bi Yao finally arrived at the seventh floor.

When Bi Yao saw the text on the stone wall of the seventh floor, she finally understood why this building was called "Baiyujing."

—The Baiyujing in the sky, with twelve towers and five cities. The immortal strokes my head, and I receive immortality with bound hair.

The Baiyujing in the sky; this building was meant to be in the sky. And if one could comprehend the poem on each floor, it would be equivalent to an immortal imparting immortality.

Of course, as for whether one could truly attain immortality, that would have to wait until these seven poems and seven human stone carvings were thoroughly mastered.

Just as Bi Yao was carefully observing the seventh figure, Yu Liancheng finally appeared on the first floor.

However, except for Xiaobai, the others were still immersed in the text and figures on the stone walls, unable to extricate themselves, and no one noticed him.

The people present were almost all old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years.

With the passage of time, their desire for immortality became more and more intense. But immortality clearly only existed in folklore; the deeper one's cultivation, the more one could feel the ruthlessness of time and the difficulty of seeking immortality.

And now, they saw the hope of immortality.

Setting aside immortality, the text and figures on these stone walls clearly hid divine abilities in both sword technique and artifact control. As long as one could master them, one's cultivation would inevitably reach a higher level.

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly at Xiaobai, then snapped his fingers.

Following the sound of the finger snap, the stone wall suddenly emitted a crisp crack, and an inconspicuous fissure appeared upon it.

In an instant, the crack on the stone wall spread and widened, occupying the entire wall in a moment. Amidst the exclamations of the crowd of Demon Sect experts, it shattered with a boom.

"No!"

"Longevity! My longevity!

"

Some Demon Sect experts let out heart-wrenching cries, pounding the fragments with their hands, wanting to piece them back together one by one, but countless tiny cracks also spread across the fragments, eventually turning into dust that drifted between heaven and earth.

Others desperately tried to recall the text and diagrams previously on the stone wall, but they suddenly discovered that their memories of the text and diagrams were receding like the tide. They hurriedly took out paper and pens, wanting to record everything before their memories faded completely, but before they could even set pen to paper, they found themselves unable to recall a single word.

Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back and smiled, "This place is temporarily private property and is not open to the public for now, so my apologies to you all..."

"You are Yu Liancheng?"

"What exactly do you mean by this?"

"Where is the old senior Dushen? Why did he have a junior like you come out to handle matters?"

With their hope for longevity shattered before their eyes, everyone was filled with dissatisfaction, and even murderous intent ran rampant. Scarlet eyes stared at Yu Liancheng, filled with tyrannical emotions.

Some were even restless, wanting to kill this fellow before them to vent their anger.

"Brat, you are the one who destroyed the stone wall? I'll slaughter you!

"

A Demon Sect expert, who was inherently violent by nature, shouted angrily and unleashed his magic treasure, the 'Heart-Piercing Needle', which emitted a pitch-black light and stabbed rapidly toward Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng flicked his finger.

Ding!

The magic treasure 'Heart-Piercing Needle' was struck by his finger.

This 'Heart-Piercing Needle' was as fast as lightning, forged from eight-hundred-year-old 'Black Gold Iron', and infused with a significant amount of human heart blood. Yet, when struck by that single finger, it immediately began to hum and vibrate, then shattered inch by inch, with fragments scattering in all directions. The Demon Sect expert spat out blood and flew away horizontally.

With a "bang", he collided with two other Demon Sect experts, and immediately there was a chorus of screams as bones snapped and tendons broke; the three of them quickly lost their breath.

In an instant, the first floor, which had been filled with murderous intent and incessant noise, fell deathly silent.

A stifling atmosphere filled the building; these Demon Sect experts, famous in the cultivation world, actually felt a sense of trembling, and almost everyone could hear the rapid breathing of those beside them.

The expert who had previously unleashed the 'Heart-Piercing Needle' magic treasure was an old monster who had cultivated for three hundred years and possessed profound magic power.

Years ago, he had shown tendencies toward becoming possessed by inner demons, and his temper had become increasingly violent; he had once slaughtered an entire small city. Yet, his cultivation had advanced rather than regressed, and his strength was unfathomable; even the Ghost King would not easily provoke such a figure.

Yet, such a Demon Sect expert had been killed by Yu Liancheng with a flick of his finger.

The casualness of his actions was no different from flicking a speck of dust off one's clothes.

It had even implicated two other Demon Sect experts.

Could there really be such a powerhouse in this world?!

The Demon Sect experts, who had originally relied on their superior numbers, could not help but become uneasy.

"Being too irritable is not good; we are all disciples of the Holy Sect, why must we kill each other?" Yu Liancheng looked around the room and smiled, "As for the previous questions, I can answer them for everyone one by one."

"First, the old senior Dushen felt he was getting on in years and has passed the Myriad Poison Sect to me. I have renamed the Myriad Poison Sect to Changsheng Tower; everyone should not call it by the wrong name in the future. As for the previous stone tablet, it is the property of my Changsheng Tower. If you all wish to see it, join my Changsheng Tower and accumulate merit. There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. How about it? Are you all tempted? Do you want to join my Changsheng Tower?"

Everyone looked at each other; although they coveted the secret arts of longevity, none acted rashly, and the atmosphere remained quiet for a time.

The Ghost King smiled at this moment, "Jade Tower Master, why not discuss the main business of the 'Myriad Demons Returning to the Sect' first?"

"The Ghost King is right; the Myriad Demons Returning to the Sect is the main business." Yu Liancheng coughed twice, cleared his throat, and said with a stern expression, "Our Holy Sect originated in the wild lands of the Northwest. We have a long history, and unlike the various sects of the Central Plains, we worship the Youming Holy Mother, who nurtures all living things, and the Heavenly Killing Bright King, who opened heaven and earth and holds the power of punishment."

"In terms of strength, our Holy Sect is by no means inferior to any sect in the Central Plains."

"But in several clashes with the righteous paths of the Central Plains, we have always been at a disadvantage. The battle a hundred years ago, in particular, resulted in heavy casualties and left us severely weakened. The reason for this is that our Holy Sect's various factions are scattered and suspicious of one another, unable to work together. Today, only by having the Myriad Demons Return to the Sect, electing a Holy Sect Sect Leader, and uniting the Holy Sect can we contend with the righteous paths of the Central Plains. What do you all think?"

The room was silent, and the eyes of the demons flickered, wondering what they were thinking.

What Yu Liancheng said was not without reason, but many Demon Sect experts were free spirits who were used to a Carefree life and did not want to be controlled by a unified Demon Sect.

Furthermore, there were sect masters and leaders like Yuyangzi and Sanmiao Fairy. They were all figures who usually reigned supreme in their own territories, so naturally, they did not want someone else pressing down on them.

Sanmiao Fairy turned her beautiful eyes and said crisply, "These words are not unreasonable, but in Jade Tower Master's view, how should this position of Sect Leader be chosen, and who should it fall to?"

Yu Liancheng smiled, "Naturally, 'the strong are respected'; this is an eternal truth in the cultivation world. Do you all have any objections?"

The Ghost King sighed, "With Jade Tower Master's earth-shattering cultivation, who could be the Tower Master's opponent?"

"Not bad, as for the position of Sect Leader, who else but me?!"

Yu Liancheng wore a smile, his eyebrows raised, and a towering heroic spirit suddenly surged forth. He spread his arms, his spirit swallowing the world like a tiger, as if he had encompassed the entire world within himself: "I brought you all here not to discuss anything with you, but to tell you that from this day forward, I am the Master of the Demon Sect."

"If any of you are not convinced, just make your move. Whether it is one person, or all of you."

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