Chapter 99: The Evil Anger Yin-Sheng Demon

In the empty, profound void, far off, only twelve brilliant golden Dragon-Tiger chains bound the figure of a stunningly beautiful woman.

Her slender waist swayed, her hips and breasts were alluring, her eyebrows lightly brushed, her cloud-like hair piled high; beneath her slightly parted robe, her skin was smooth as ice, porcelain-like and jade-like—just a slight shift sent out a seductive allure that stirred the heart’s fire.

But when one looked higher, at the woman’s face, even the most lustful soul would extinguish that wicked flame.

Where her head should have been, only a writhing, curling mass of black mud remained, constantly shifting shape like a vortex at the heart of a deep pool, absorbing all manner of qualities, radiating a powerful, unmistakable aura of demonic corruption!

Merely glancing at it made one’s blood surge, legs weaken, and compelled one to collapse to one’s knees.

“...Is this the Evil Anger Yin-Sheng Demon?”

Chen Hang was startled.

“Two hundred years! We waited two full centuries! Finally, someone who can resonate with the ‘Silent Heavenly Palace Sacred Prayer Great Method’ has come! Once we leave this damned Xu Du Tian, all these countless realms shall be mine to claim!”

“A true celestial demon! Only thus can one be a true celestial demon!”

The woman moved her wrists slightly.

Instantly, the twelve Dragon-Tiger chains binding her rang out with a resounding clang, echoing with roars of dragons and tigers, blazing with golden light!

She laughed again, and the black mud at her neck coalesced into a face of exquisite, languid beauty, features finely detailed as if painted by a master’s brush.

“His breath is ordinary—the ‘Dingjin True Qi’ of the Xuanzhen Sect’s third-rank middle grade is hardly worth mentioning... but he hides a rather remarkable body-cultivation art. He can kill a Foundation Establishment second-stage cultivator with a single punch—fiercely brutal.”

The Huaiwu Cave Lord cast a single glance, and an invisible force pinned Chen Hang firmly to his cushion, leaving him utterly immobile. He added:

“Liu Niang, after you consume his body, search his primordial spirit. Be sure to find that cultivation art.”

“Body-cultivation? A method to achieve divine flesh? Sounds intriguing. This technique is meant for both of us—could this be divine fortune? Hahaha! Good! Good!”

The Huaiwu Cave Lord smiled faintly.

In truth, he had long coveted Chen Hang’s Tai Su flesh.

Merely a Qi Condensation body, yet with this art, it could slaughter fellow Qi Condensation cultivators as easily as slaughtering dogs, and had even directly killed several Foundation Establishment true cultivators—its ferocity was overwhelming.

In the Immortal Path, above Dongxuan comes Golden Core.

To forge a top-grade Golden Core, one must gather thirteen great herbs—“Divine Rune Fire” is one of them.

This herb can only be refined from a body with overwhelming blood and qi, and the absolute limit is nine chi nine cun—no further increase possible.

In past years, he dared not shatter the primordial gold-mercury within his body to risk Core Formation.

On one hand, his cultivation talent was limited; even if he formed a Core, it would likely be the lowest-grade Yellow-White Golden Core, not worth the cost and a wasted opportunity on the Dao.

On the other hand, his body was utterly weak—having been repeatedly drained by the Evil Anger Yin-Sheng Demon, it was now a withered log, outwardly strong but hollow within.

Though he had practiced several body-strengthening and blood-nourishing arts, they were useless—merely propping up a crumbling structure.

If he forcibly shattered the primordial gold-mercury within, losing the support of his cultivation realm, he would surely be devoured by backlash before even swallowing the pill to refine the Core.

The Dao texts say: the body is the treasure raft of cultivation; the primordial spirit is the sail and mast—neither can be lacking.

His body, repeatedly drained by the Evil Anger Yin-Sheng Demon, had become a leaking waterskin—no matter how hard he poured in, it would all drain away, leaving nothing.

And now,

Chen Hang’s Tai Su Jade Body was, to the Huaiwu Cave Lord, nothing less than a lifeline.

He had personally witnessed the extraordinary power of this art within Huaiwu Cave—if he could obtain and cultivate it, not only could he patch the leaks in his body, but he could naturally refine “Divine Rune Fire.”

At that point, if he could find a few more great herbs from beyond heaven, a low-grade Golden Core would be within reach, and perhaps even a mid-grade one could be attempted.

The chance to attain the Dao...

Was now at hand!

He was lost in a hundred thoughts, slightly lost in contemplation.

In the profound void, the voluptuous, alluring woman had snapped each of her Dragon-Tiger chains one by one; within moments, only shattered fragments of spirit-iron glittered on the ground. She leapt, crossing countless voids in an instant, arriving within this palace.

This entire sequence was as swift as flowing fire and flying lightning—seemingly just a blink.

Beneath the three-zhang-three-cun altar, the itinerant cultivator Lu Yu and the Blood Lotus Sect’s Qi Condensation cultivator were stunned speechless.

They scrambled up from their cushions in panic, faces filled with shock and doubt, hands trembling, unsure where to place them.

They could not see the flayed blood corpses or the Six Dust Demons.

In their eyes, all of this was utterly inexplicable—

Just moments ago, Chen Hang had been listening attentively to the lecture, when suddenly his face twisted with fear and hesitation, and he flicked his fingers, releasing his breath to strike at something unseen.

But before him,

There was only empty space...

Though puzzled by Chen Hang’s behavior, the lecture opportunity lay before them; since even the Huaiwu Cave Lord on the altar said nothing, Lu Yu and the Blood Lotus cultivator naturally ignored his madness.

But within moments, even the Huaiwu Cave Lord on the altar suddenly fell silent.

The old man first shook his head with a strange, bitter laugh, then shouted into the air.

In the profound void, a beautiful woman bound by twelve Dragon-Tiger chains appeared.

From their words, it seemed they were old acquaintances—and this lecture had been arranged with hidden intent.

Yet that woman—

Was clearly a living celestial demon!

And not just any celestial demon, but the high-ranking Evil Anger Yin-Sheng Demon!

“Damn it! Damn it! Now it all makes sense! I thought this old Huaiwu really was so benevolent, so fond of helping us itinerants? Even the top three spots in Huaiwu Cave were reserved for us itinerants—I heard he even quarreled with the Flower Goddess Mansion over it!”

“This wasn’t benevolence at all! He’s exploiting us itinerants for having no family or background! Even if we die, we’re just stray dogs—no one will care!”

Lu Yu’s mind raced, sweat pouring down his back, fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Though he had never seen a celestial demon firsthand, he had heard they fed on the flesh and spiritual energy of cultivators—fiercely monstrous!

“All these schemes, this much effort—just to feed us to a celestial demon? If that’s all, why go to such lengths...”

Knowing he stood on the brink of life and death, Lu Yu forced himself to calm down. After a flash of thought, he fixed his gaze sharply on Chen Hang.

This lecture must have concealed something he had missed.

Not just him—even the Blood Lotus cultivator had not noticed.

Only Chen Hang had shown signs of something unusual, unlike the two of them...

“So he wasn’t just going mad? What exactly did he see? And what is this old dog Huaiwu truly planning...”

As Lu Yu was still reeling in shock,

The Blood Lotus cultivator had already snapped out of his daze, slapped his chest, and forced out several mouthfuls of essence-blood, then lunged forward with his whole body.

Instantly, he transformed into a streak of brown smoke and fled.

But the four open gates seemed sealed by an invisible barrier; a sharp metallic crack rang through the air, shattering his escape technique and forcing him back into view, disheveled and exposed.

“Huang Ji, second son of Huang Ting, the Blood Lotus Sect’s Lianshi. The favorite.”

Noticing the commotion,

The Huaiwu Cave Lord on the altar finally returned to himself, dismissed his thoughts, and flicked his dust whisk, speaking calmly:

“Stop your desperate struggle, Huang Ji. I’ve already cast the ‘Sealing Heaven and Earth’ technique, locking this palace and the entire Pu Yu—island. No matter how much chaos unfolds inside, the outside world will detect nothing.”

“It’s a pity—you didn’t have to die...”

He smiled: “I’ve always invited only the top three to listen to my lectures, and I’ve always targeted only itinerants. But this time, that fellow named Yuan Yang escaped, and you rushed in eagerly to take his place—how odd that you’d come to offer yourself.”

“Old dog! Old dog! I thought you were some noble elder—turns out you’re in league with a celestial demon! You deserve ten thousand cuts!”

Huang Ji, spitting blood, screamed:

“You know my identity—how dare you attack me? Do you think my father is a mere puppet? If my life lamp is extinguished, how long will you live?”

“You’re a sect disciple, with decent talent. Killing you is a waste. I’ll seize your mind and refine you into a demonic retainer.”

The woman smiled sweetly: “From now on, you’ll be my loyal hound. Every increase in your cultivation will feed back to me. How does that sound? Are you satisfied with this fate?”

“Evil Anger Yin-Sheng Demon?!”

Huang Ji finally turned pale with terror.

In the next instant, with a series of sharp cracks, his limbs were broken—his right arm bent into a grotesque angle, and a small gourd rolled uselessly from his palm, crushed under the woman’s foot.

“What’s this?”

She lifted the gourd, gazing at the Huaiwu Cave Lord on the altar: “Red Powder True Light?”

“Red Powder True Light—the Blood Lotus Sect’s secret art. Clearly, Huang Ting left this as a safeguard for his son. But even this single technique cannot break through the Sealing Heaven and Earth barrier we’ve set.”

The Huaiwu Cave Lord shook his head.

“We’ll enjoy our tea after the meal.”

The woman waved her hand; the struggling Huang Ji instantly fainted, black blood oozing from his nose and mouth.

She let out a soft, seductive laugh, then walked toward Chen Hang, still pinned to the cushion, passing right by the sweating Lu Yu without even glancing at him.

“...I’m alive?”

Lu Yu, stunned yet elated, wasted no time—he immediately transformed into light and fled.

But before he reached the gate, the empty space before him parted like a gauze curtain, revealing a demon shrouded in dark mist, eyes like golden lanterns.

Its head bore three faces: wrath, resentment, and joy. With a casual reach, it seized Lu Yu in its palm and bit off half his body in one gulp.

“...Li Yi Demon. So this is how it is.”

Chen Hang’s eyes flickered.

When he first came to Fuyu Bay and met Wei Lingjiang, the two had encountered a minor demon calamity.

Thousands of celestial demons surged like a tide, dark and overwhelming, as if ready to devour everything.

And the leader of that calamity had been this very Li Yi Demon...

“Yong’er, don’t eat people right before your father’s eyes—he’ll throw a fit, and even I can’t protect you.”

The woman glanced in Chen Hang’s direction and smiled faintly.

The power-malignant entity, clutching Lu Yu’s mangled remains, grumbled and reluctantly slipped back into the void, leaving behind only a pool of gushing blood and shredded organs.

“Chen Hang, I know what you’re thinking right now—but he is the only son of my wife Liu Niang and me. Even if he was a bit mischievous, how could I possibly kill him?”

“That scene when I captured him? Merely staged for your benefit.”

On the ritual altar, the Master of Huaiwu Cave spoke calmly:

“As for the other demons, they were merely the dregs left over from Liu Niang’s cultivation. To die by my Four-Ming Shattered-Bone True Flame is their honor.”

“So the Master intends to let me die with full understanding?”

Chen Hang sighed.

“In truth, had there been another choice, I would not have wished to kill you, Chen Hang. You are a true prodigy of heaven’s design. Though you’ve shown some timidity, who among men can remain unmoved when facing death?”

“You managed to suppress your fear and endure alongside those demons—there is courage in you, and that is already extraordinary…”

“For two hundred years, I have lectured on the Dao. You are the first—indeed, the only one—who has resonated with the ‘Silent Heavenly Palace’s Sacred Prayer Great Method’ and emerged unscathed from the Six-Dust Demon Trials.”

The Master of Huaiwu Cave also let out an inexplicable long sigh:

“Had you been willing to abandon your human form and reincarnate as a Heavenly Demon, your future would have been boundless—even I would fall far behind!”

Throughout those two hundred years of lectures—

The Master of Huaiwu Cave had never dared to recite the full text of the ‘Silent Heavenly Palace’s Sacred Prayer Great Method’ outright—that would have been suicide.

Instead, he had broken the great technique into fragments, embedding each phrase subtly at the beginnings and ends of his chapters.

Linked together—

They formed the complete text of the ‘Silent Heavenly Palace’s Sacred Prayer Great Method’!

Yet even though the Suiyu Demon God had erased the Dao Court’s seals from this page of the Earth’s Golden Scripture, it remained a scripture that chose its own master.

Where there is Dao, it appears; where there is none, it vanishes.

Without affinity, even one like the Master of Huaiwu Cave, who had recited it for two centuries, could never achieve resonance, nor see the Six-Dust Demons of the trial—only an inexplicable unease, disturbing his spiritual sense.

As for the lowly Lu Yu and Huang Ji of the Blood Lotus Sect, they felt not even that unease—only utter confusion.

Within two hundred years, those who resonated with the ‘Silent Heavenly Palace’s Sacred Prayer Great Method’ were few—no more than a handful.

And among that handful, not a single one had passed the Skin-Flaying Blood Corpse Trial and the Six-Dust Demon Trials unharmed…

In the Master of Huaiwu Cave’s view,

In a certain sense,

Chen Hang was a destined seed of Heavenly Demonhood, perfectly attuned to this heavenly demonic technique—

…

…

“Suiyu? Could it be that old devil Suiyu?!”

Just as the beautiful woman drew nearer, and the Master of Huaiwu Cave’s gaze grew ever colder,

In his mind,

A voice filled with excitement suddenly rang out:

“After the Dao Court’s collapse, he was the first to raise the banner of rebellion against heaven—forcing even Crown Prince Changming into the depths of the Underworld!”

“Wasn’t it said that Suiyu had half his Dao Fruit severed by the Ancestor of Tribulation Immortals in the Dharma Saint Heaven? He’s been silent for ages—how could you, boy, be chosen by this technique? Amazing! Amazing!”

He urged excitedly:

“Turn into a Demon Child at once! Send a message to the Silent Heavenly Palace! Let Old Ancestor see whether that old demon Suiyu is still alive!”

“This is a massive piece of news—it could fetch a fortune!”

Either way, it’s 4k—doesn’t much matter whether I split it into two chapters or not; I’ll just combine them from now on.

Now, about the monthly vote bonus updates some readers asked about.

Before the official release, I promised three extra chapters for every 1k monthly votes. I hit 1k in February, and I’ll try my best to write the three extra chapters (6k). I’ll also try to deliver the three extra chapters (6k) for the patron bonuses. Lately, it’s not that I’m late—I finish writing and update just before midnight… The six chapters I owe? I’ll do my best to make them up by end of March. If not March, then no later than end of April (**)