Chapter 311: Run, Run, Run!

"Who are you?" "Who are you?"

"You speak first!" "You speak first!"

"..." "..."

After several rounds of dialogue that felt like a copy-paste, both sides calmed down and stopped speaking rashly.

Ren Yidao looked quietly at the mysterious person opposite him, and Cang Lan also silently watched this visitor who had suddenly broken into this place.

Who is he (she)?

Why does he (she) have her scent on him (her)?

Neither of them acted rashly, just standing in a silent standoff.

But the more she sensed, the stranger Cang Lan's expression became, and she almost exclaimed out loud.

Yaoyue?

Did she transform into the appearance of a man?

No, that's not right!

"It's not her! Although it really is very, very similar, there are still some differences!"

From this man, she smelled a scent extremely similar to Yaoyue's, yet there was a subtle difference.

If the aura on Yaoyue was a pure demon aura, the refined bloodline that only a Demon God's Child could possess, then the scent of this man was a half-breed mixture containing the aura of the Human Race.

"Is this also a Demon God's Child?"

"Or could it be that he is the offspring of a Demon God's Child and a human?"

Demon God's Child is a title, referring to those in the Demon Race who possess the bloodline of their ancestors, not literally the children of the Demon God.

Cang Lan was stunned.

The mission she received from the priest Mingyue Daren was to bring back the Demon God's Child who had already been born.

But no one told her exactly how many Demon God's Children there were!

Could it be that there are actually several?

Or, or could it be that this man is actually Yaoyue's son?

No, huh?

Uh... no, that's not right, Yaoyue should still just be a child.

Cang Lan fell into chaos, her already small brain turning into a mess of mush.

"Mingyue Daren, please help me!"

She had even begun to pin her hopes on the priest far away in the Demon Emperor City.

While Cang Lan was lost in confusion, Ren Yidao's side was actually not doing much better.

Everything had happened too suddenly.

For Ren Yidao, what he smelled was a scent he had never encountered before, yet it was extremely familiar.

It was the scent of his master.

He could not be mistaken; this scent had always been deeply engraved in the depths of his mind.

At the very top of Luoyue Peak, in the deepest part of the small building that had long been occupied by Jing Yueqin, there was a room that had been sealed for a long time.

That was the secret chamber where his master, Luoyue Shangren, used to go into seclusion, and it contained many of her daily necessities and clothing.

Although Jing Yueqin almost always indulged Ren Yidao's whims, she never let him go into that room to mess around.

Only at a specific time each year did he have the opportunity to enter with Senior Sister.

And he had to burn incense, bathe, and sit in meditation to calm his heart before he could enter with Senior Sister.

He would sincerely clean those ornaments that never gathered dust because they were cleaned so often.

That day, the fourth of the fourth month, was the very day his master went missing.

Perhaps even Jing Yueqin herself did not realize that, in her subconscious, that day had long since become synonymous with the anniversary of his master's death.

Although Jing Yueqin did not say it, Ren Yidao knew that she often got up secretly in the middle of the night and sat alone in that room, lost in thought.

What was she thinking about at those times?

Ren Yidao did not know.

And he had never asked.

He simply acted as if he had never discovered this, letting her continue to occupy that space alone.

To enjoy that tranquility alone.

For this trip to the Eastern Wasteland, he really hadn't held much hope.

On one hand, even Li Fengyao was not confident in the news, and on the other, this information was already quite old, making it difficult to verify even upon arrival.

But who could have expected?

Ren Yidao had actually encountered his master's old friend on this trip and had truly found a clue!

"This scent... if not one hundred percent identical, it is at least ninety-nine percent similar!"

"Either the other party is truly her, or they have a personal item belonging to Luoyue Shangren."

"I must ask clearly!"

"If they won't speak, then I will have to use some means."

No matter what, Ren Yidao would not let the other party run away!

Coincidentally, on this point, Cang Lan's thoughts were exactly the same as his.

Although Cang Lan was a bit of a ditz when handling some things, she was quite reliable when it came to getting things done, and she quickly weighed the pros and cons.

Absolutely, she could not let him run away!

Thus, the two of them struck at almost the same time.

Without a word, and without warning, the two of them drew their swords against a stranger whose identity was still unknown, without the slightest hesitation.

Strike first to gain the advantage!

Whoosh—

Boom!!!

The two touched and immediately separated; after the initial exchange, neither was willing to get bogged down in a protracted battle.

Ren Yidao looked down at the bloodstain on his palm, his pupils slightly constricted, feeling somewhat surprised in his heart.

"My physical body has already reached Void Refinement; if she can break my defense, is she at least Void Refinement as well?"

As soon as this thought emerged, it was quickly dismissed by Ren Yidao.

"No, that's not right."

Although the power of that claw just now reached Void Refinement, it had the strength but lacked the realm of Void Refinement.

Furthermore, a Void Refinement Great Demon can perfectly transform; although the opponent was already ninety percent similar to the Human Race, those ears and tail had not yet completely disappeared.

Ren Yidao narrowed his eyes and stared at the black-robed demon girl who had retreated a hundred meters opposite him, thinking rapidly:

"Judging by her realm, she should be Transformation Spirit Peak, but the power she actually erupted with has already reached the level of Void Refinement."

Where did this Demon Race prodigy pop out from?

The opponent's strength was not weak, which made Ren Yidao a bit more cautious; he did not rashly attack, but instead held back, observing the opponent's reaction first.

Crack, crack.

Cang Lan shook her wrists forcefully, emitting a series of crisp sounds, yet there were no signs of injury.

"Why aren't you using Demon Qi... are you holding back?"

Daring to hold back while fighting me?

Hm?

Was I discovered?

Although he did not know exactly where he had been exposed, Ren Yidao remained calm on the surface and responded with a smile:

"Oh my, what are you saying? Why don't I understand? I am a Human Race cultivator, you know!"

Cang Lan stared at Ren Yidao, who was holding his ground, her brows furrowed as she asked in confusion:

"Or could it be that no one has ever taught you how a demon cultivator should fight?"

Is she hiding her true skill? Or does she really not know?

Ren Yidao shrugged and laughed:

"I told you, I don't understand what you're talking about."

After speaking, Ren Yidao moved his feet and charged toward Cang Lan once again.

Very well.

Now there is one more reason why I cannot let her leave.

After the initial probing, Ren Yidao had a rough assessment of the opponent's strength.

The opponent is very strong, but she cannot yet pose a threat to his life.

I am very steady this round; this battle can be fought.

Whoosh—

But just as Ren Yidao was about to close in on Cang Lan, he was sent flying by a fierce, violent gale.

No, that was not a gale, but extremely pure Demon Qi!

Cang Lan was right; Ren Yidao's use of Demon Qi was indeed very amateurish.

He had never treated Demon Qi as a means of attack, using it at most to suppress demon creatures lower than himself, serving as a deterrent and a way to drive them away.

But now, he saw the correct way to use Demon Qi.

Cang Lan's Demon Qi was like a venomous snake possessing a soul, nimbly dodging his attack and launching a backstab at him once again.

The Demon Qi, gathered into a spike as hard as iron, pierced through his Dao robe and collided with Ren Yidao's skin, emitting a sound like metal.

Clang.

"This is actually a bit dangerous."

Although he had been ambushed, Ren Yidao did not panic; instead, he used the momentum of the impact from behind to maintain his balance, turning his head to look at the enemy who was more troublesome than he had imagined.

"Oh?"

Ren Yidao's pupils slightly constricted, and he licked his lips unconsciously.

"It's starting to get interesting."

Cang Lan had given him another surprise.

She was still getting stronger!

"Let me teach you the correct way to use Demon Qi."

After her strike landed, Cang Lan did not pursue; instead, she gave a light huff, removed the black robe from her body, and revealed her lithe figure.

She proudly tilted her head back, letting the suppressed Demon Qi within her body run violently.

Crack crack crack...

In just a few breaths, Cang Lan, who was originally a head shorter than Ren Yidao, had now become taller than him, and her entire frame had grown more than a size larger.

But even so, her body did not look like it had lost its beauty; instead, it possessed a kind of aesthetic full of power.

Her oil-green pupils stared at Ren Yidao, her right leg stepped back, her upper body crouched slightly, and her feet shifted just a little.

Ren Yidao:!!!

Compared to her previous wide-open attacks, this time her attack actually had almost no sound!

But the speed was a full fifty percent faster!

In less than the blink of an eye, Cang Lan had actually closed in on him!

At the moment of imminent contact, Cang Lan's vertical pupils stared at Ren Yidao, and she said eerily:

"This is the true fighting style of a Demon cultivator!"

"This is hunting."

Ssh—

Sharp claws...

Pierced through flesh and blood.

"Cough! Cough..."

Fresh blood flowed from the corner of Cang Lan's mouth; she could not help but cough dryly and retreated violently.

This was indeed hunting, but... she was the prey.

She pressed her palm against her chest and pushed hard, snapping her dislocated and fractured bones back into place.

Crack!

Just now, what happened?

His physical body is above mine!?

Ren Yidao did not pursue, instead letting her retreat to heal, while he silently looked at his fair palms, studying the changes occurring within himself.

His previous use of Demon Qi had truly been too superficial; he had only treated it as a convenient talent, never thinking that it was actually a form of his own power.

After seeing Cang Lan use Demon Qi to strengthen herself, Ren Yidao understood that he had been overlooking one thing all along.

Since Spirit Qi can strengthen the body, why can't Demon Qi?

Once he grasped this point, the utilization of Demon Qi was no longer a difficult task for him.

His talent in the Divine Path was extremely high; even without joining the Divine Path Sect, his aptitude alone would be enough to become a legacy disciple in any sect.

Drawing inferences from one instance, mastering everything.

Once one method is mastered, all methods are mastered.

"Well, it doesn't seem that hard after all."

"It's just a form of using power; all paths lead to the same destination."

At this moment, Ren Yidao's palms looked no different from before, but after being initially strengthened by Demon Qi, their durability had increased by at least thirty percent.

Do not think thirty percent is small; this was merely the result of his research and attempts over a few breaths. If given enough time, he believed this number could continue to rise!

Ren Yidao looked at Cang Lan, whose back he had struck in a tit-for-tat exchange, and chuckled:

"You spoke with such certainty, but it seems there is no difference between the fighting styles of the Demon Race and the Human Race, right?"

Clang.

Ren Yidao raised his hand to block the sharp claws that were once again sneaking an attack on his flank, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he backhanded her wrist, directly slamming her hard into the ground!

This was very dangerous for Cang Lan.

Because once Ren Yidao succeeded, he could rely on his stronger physical body to directly suppress Cang Lan.

"Hoo..."

Sure enough, at the critical moment, Cang Lan directly snapped the bones of her own wrist, successfully escaping from Ren Yidao's iron-pincer-like palm.

A beast-like low growl issued from her throat; after only a few exchanges, Cang Lan no longer possessed her previous arrogance.

"This man... is stronger than Yaoyue!"

Although Yaoyue had never fought her seriously, Cang Lan had the confidence to force her away; she hadn't done so only out of respect for her status as the Demon God's Child.

But the person before her was different.

He... is very strong.

Although his use of Demon Qi is superficial, he is truly very strong!

"No, I cannot fight him head-on."

A true hunter knows when to stop and will not easily risk their life.

Retreat.

Time to flee.

The intention to retreat had already sprouted in Cang Lan's heart, and she prepared to temporarily avoid his edge and think of other ways later.

But just as she prepared to flee, the man opposite her spoke.

"Don't think about running away, oh."

From the air, Ren Yidao smelled the other party's fear and looked smilingly at the injured prey.

"You asked me earlier why I had the scent of 'her'; can you tell me about that 'her'?"

Cang Lan narrowed her eyes, pressed her body lower, and assumed an attacking posture.

Is he planning to do something to Yaoyue?

But Ren Yidao ignored her threat and muttered to himself:

"So, the 'her' you speak of is that 'Luoyue Shangren'?"

That mysterious person who had a scent similar to his master.

"I don't care if she is real or fake, whether she is an impostor or the real deal... I am taking 'her' back this time."

"So, this young lady of the Demon Race, take me to see her."

Thud.

Swish—

Ren Yidao took a step forward, and Cang Lan reflexively slid back a great distance.

"By the way, this is not a request."

Ren Yidao added with a beaming smile:

"It is an order."

As he said this, he slowly closed in on Cang Lan step by step, sealing off all her paths of retreat.

But at this very moment, not far from Ren Yidao's feet, the Jade Pendant, the Token that was the original purpose of this trip, suddenly lit up.

From within it came Jiang Mingzhi's anxious roar:

"Run! Run quickly!!!"

?

Hm?

The incident happened suddenly, and Ren Yidao was inevitably distracted; Cang Lan did not let this opportunity slip by and charged out regardless of everything.

Due to a moment of carelessness, Ren Yidao actually let her succeed!

Cang Lan did not know what Secret Technique she had used to conceal her figure, but she vanished into thin air; not only were there no traces, but not even a scent could be detected.

After searching repeatedly a few times, Ren Yidao curled his lips in annoyance and muttered:

"Tsk! Why are you ruining my good deed, you brat?"

Ren Yidao was still wondering why Jiang Mingzhi had to scream so desperately, but just then, he heard a sound.

It was an echo coming from far away!

"Run! Run quickly!!!"

Ren Yidao's expression shifted as he suddenly realized what this meant.

Just then, the rock wall beside him suddenly began to tremble, and then...

Boom!!!

A massive, hideous head broke through the rock wall and emerged!!!

"Holy shit!"

Ren Yidao turned and ran, unable to help but curse as he fled:

"Motherfucker!"

"Heavenly Demon!"

Run, run, run!