Chapter 343: The Demon-Transforming Art

"Is this the Moon Sacrifice Mansion?"

"Yes."

Ren Yidao turned his head to look at the solemn-faced Mo Qi and chuckled lightly:

"So sparing with your words! Something on your mind?"

Mo Qi remained silent, looking straight ahead without shifting his gaze.

If he still had his previous burly and imposing appearance, this might have held some deterrent power, but on his current youthful and green face, it only looked pitiful.

Him and his final stubbornness.

Ren Yidao watched him teasingly for a while, feeling that it wasn't very good to keep shearing the same sheep.

He reached out and patted Mo Qi on the shoulder, then walked forward while shaking his head and smiling:

"Forget it, let's leave it at that for now. I shouldn't push you too hard; better to take it one step at a time."

This kid was so interesting; if he ended up getting shut-in, it wouldn't be fun anymore.

After playing with others for so long, Ren Yidao had also learned a lesson.

You can't just pick on one person; you have to know how to balance things and understand sustainable development.

"..."

Mo Qi stared at Ren Yidao's back, his lips twitching incessantly.

What else do you want me to do?

The chill in his heart showed no sign of disappearing; instead, it grew even more intense.

I am warning you.

Don't go too far!

My Black Moon Dog Clan is not to be trifled with!!!

This grudge, I will definitely... in the future.

"Hmm? Not letting me in?"

Mo Qi had thought he was finally free for the day, but he hadn't expected a new problem to arise.

Ren Yidao had been respectfully stopped by the guards stationed at the entrance.

He looked at the two guards bowing to him, and having no reason to lash out, he blinked and asked:

"You're saying the Moon Sacrifice just happened to go out? Where did she go?"

"Replying to Your Highness, we do not know the whereabouts of the Sacrifice."

"Fine, then what about Yaoyue? I am here to see her."

The guards still shook their heads and said with difficulty:

"Her Highness Yaoyue is currently cultivating in a secret chamber and has reached the most critical moment. Before leaving, the Sacrifice specifically instructed not to let anyone disturb her."

Something felt wrong.

Although these two guards wouldn't dare to deceive him and were telling the truth, he just felt like something was off.

Where was it?

Ren Yidao didn't speak, and no one else present dared to interrupt, all waiting in silence.

Mo Qi was silent because he had already suffered too many losses and didn't dare to provide the other party with any more leverage.

And the two guards were keeping in mind the instructions the Sacrifice had repeatedly given before she left.

"When he comes, he will surely have attained the position of Crown Prince. You must treat him as you treat me; you must not lose any decorum."

As the saying goes, a seventh-rank official at the Prime Minister's gate.

The Moon Sacrifice was nominally lower than the Demon Nation State Preceptor, but due to her special status, her position in the Demon Country was not much lower than the State Preceptor's, and she was even somewhat transcendent.

The two of them served at the gate of the Moon Sacrifice Mansion and were usually proud and arrogant people who didn't show courtesy to anyone.

But not now.

Demon Nation Crown Prince.

They knew exactly what this status meant, so they hid all their usual arrogance and didn't dare to act out of line at all.

After a long silence, Ren Yidao regained his composure and smiled at the two bowing guards:

"Since that is the case, I won't disturb you today."

"Trouble you two to inform the Sacrifice when she returns that I have been here."

"And also, tell Yaoyue when she finishes her seclusion."

The two guards breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him:

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Highness. We understand and will certainly report this to the Sacrifice and Her Highness Yaoyue."

Ren Yidao nodded with a smile and turned to look at the black-faced Mo Qi:

"Yo? Still here? What a coincidence! You came at the right time; take me to find Cang Lan."

Mo Qi nodded without a word, then turned and set off immediately.

He had truly had enough of this guy...

Now, he would avoid communication as much as possible.

Regarding Mo Qi's attitude, Ren Yidao didn't say anything, just followed behind him with a smile, muttering to himself:

"I don't believe that I can't get in touch with either of these two demonesses."

"Do I look like some kind of pushover? Trying to kick me, their great benefactor, to the side as soon as I arrive? No way!"

Mo Qi remained silent, his dog ears folded, trying his best to block out the sounds from behind.

I don't want to hear it.

Spare me!

And what Mo Qi, who was in the midst of torment, did not know was that Ren Yidao, who was following behind him, was not actually just complaining.

While complaining, he was looking back at the Moon Sacrifice Mansion that was getting further and further away from them, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

"Moon Sacrifice, where could you have gone?"

"Did you really just happen to go out? Or are you deliberately hiding from me? Haha, that shouldn't be it, right? We don't even know each other..."

"If there's a chance, I really would like to meet you."

As the Moon Sacrifice, your attainments in the Dao of Taiyin must be very strong, right?

This is something that can't be helped; the kid is pitiful, without a master's guidance, so if he wants to improve and progress, he can only go around asking others for advice.

Thinking and thinking, Ren Yidao let out a sigh:

"My life is truly bitter!"

And listening to Ren Yidao's lament, Mo Qi's face was twisted in pain, the features of his entire face almost scrunched together.

Your life is bitter?

Then what about me!!?

Is my life not a life?

Am I not a demon?

Is my life not bitter!!?

Demon Imperial Palace.

Huang Huang frowned, half-leaning on the bed, staring at the chair floating above.

After driving Ren Yidao out of the palace, Huang Huang had maintained this posture the entire time.

She observed quietly, recalling every little detail of the conversation just now.

After a long while, she finally nodded slowly and extracted an extremely thin wisp of gas from the chair.

Looking at the ancient aura contained within that wisp of gas, Huang Huang's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and she nodded:

"Sure enough, my feeling just now was not wrong; he is indeed not as simple as he appears on the surface."

Ren Yidao's calmness and ease meant Huang Huang did not strike to suppress him at the first opportunity, causing her to miss the best moment to act.

One wrong step, every step wrong.

From the moment Huang Huang carelessly gave Ren Yidao the chance to speak, she could only follow his lead step by step.

She certainly knew that Ren Yidao had his own schemes in mind, and he had also made his attitude clear.

But she did not care and accepted the other party's open scheme.

Huang Huang appeared to be led by the nose, but in reality, she was free, because she possessed the qualification and ability to flip the chessboard at any time.

In the face of absolute superiority, having schemes alone is useless.

She was not afraid of someone like Ren Yidao having his own ideas; even if he was plotting against her position, it didn't matter.

What she feared was him having no ideas at all, only a belly full of straw; that would be the real disaster.

"It's just that..."

Huang Huang pondered for a long time, then divided that wisp of aura again, and in the end, it actually turned into two smaller and thinner wisps of aura.

Although divided into two, the aura they emitted was even more powerful than before.

"How could I feel two ancient auras on him?"

One was pitch black, where one could vaguely see a constantly shattering fox shape.

One was purplish, as if lightning were flickering, and looking at it made one feel a sense of sharpness.

"Not only is there a God, but there is also... an Immortal!"

The Ninth Realm, the final hurdle of the Heaven Realm, is the Ascension Realm for the Human Race, but for the Demon Race, this realm has another name—the God Ascension Realm!

Demons ascend to become Gods, humans ascend to become Immortals.

Ascending to Heaven to become a God, ascending to Heaven to become an Immortal.

This is the Ninth Realm, possessing the power to move mountains and fill seas, enjoying the lifespan of Heaven and Earth.

But since that upheaval, the world has changed, Immortals and Gods have vanished from the world, and all living beings no longer have the chance to break through the realm.

Whether it is the Human Race or the Demon Race, they have both lost their highest combat power, and the strongest existing individuals should all be trapped at the Ask Dao Peak.

But now, what was she seeing?

On Ren Yidao, she actually sensed the aura of the Ninth Realm, and there were two of them!!?

This was the real reason why Huang Huang did not act rashly and chose to listen to Ren Yidao's words.

Feeling the aura within the wisps of gas, Huang Huang's brows were tightly locked:

"Who exactly sent him? Can there really still be surviving Immortals and Gods in this world?"

"No, that's not right, there must be a problem."

"If other Immortals and Gods can exist, then..."

Huang Huang fell silent, looking down at her own palms, then her gaze passed through her fingers, looked at the brick floor of the palace, and finally penetrated everything to look at the truth at the very bottom.

She looked at the corpse of the Phoenix Demon God and silently narrowed her eyes.

After a long while, she withdrew her gaze and waved her hand to disperse the two wisps of aura.

This matter cannot be concluded based on the current clues alone; more details are needed.

"His bloodline is indeed not fake; it is undoubtedly the ancestral true blood of the Heavenly Fox lineage. I fear the bloodline concentration could reach eight tails, or is it... nine tails, which is even beyond that?"

Nine tails, that is what signifies the true Heavenly Fox bloodline.

But regarding this point, Huang Huang could not be truly certain and could only speculate with the naked eye.

To truly figure it out, she had to have some contact with his body.

But when it actually came to this step, Huang Huang still hesitated.

The reason was naturally not because of any romantic feelings; she was not some shy young girl whose heart had just been stirred.

It was because of two points.

First, the two auras on his body made Huang Huang hesitate, fearing she might alert the enemy.

Second, it was the Feather Garment draped over his body.

"Why is it my feather?"

"And why can't I snatch my feather back?"

The moment Ren Yidao appeared, while he was still blinded by the glare and had seen nothing clearly, she had already tried to seize back control of that Feather Garment.

But, she had actually failed!

That was clearly her own feather, yet the ownership did not lie with her.

How unreasonable!

This matter made Huang Huang angry, but also somewhat vigilant.

What kind of power could achieve such an outrageous thing?

The more Huang Huang thought about it, the angrier she became; she waved her hand, threw the chair Ren Yidao had sat on to the side, and stopped thinking about those things.

"However, even if it really is the blood of the Nine-Tailed Fox, what use could it have? It's all the same, in the end, one can only be trapped before that barrier."

Even I... am I not the same?

The more she thought, the angrier she grew. Just as the disgruntled Huang Huang was about to rest, her brows suddenly twitched, and she looked outside the Demon Imperial Palace.

There was a very rare figure there: a fox-masked woman standing outside the palace gate, leaning on a staff.

"Oh? This is a rare guest."

With a thought from Huang Huang, the palace gate slowly pulled open, letting the other party in.

Moon Sacrifice stopped before the hall, nodded, and bowed:

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Demon Emperor."

Huang Huang did not mind and waved her hand:

"No need for formalities. What brings you here today? It has been a long time since you last came to see me of your own accord."

But before Moon Sacrifice could reply, Huang Huang felt the aura on her and raised an eyebrow, surprised:

"Wait, the aura on you... has changed quite a bit."

"Have you still not given up on that lost Secret Technique? Although the Ten Thousand Demon Soul-Splitting Art has a great reputation and is touted as the number one technique of the Demon Race, it is, after all, only a fragment now. You should not attempt it lightly; it will lead to big problems."

The Ten Thousand Demon Soul-Splitting Art, the head of the three great Secret Techniques of the Demon Race, was a truly top-tier Secret Technique. Unfortunately, it had been lost long ago, leaving only a small portion that was impossible to cultivate.

For so many years, countless Demon Race predecessors had tried to restore this technique, but most only ended up dead and their cultivation destroyed; gradually, no one tried anymore.

Except for one person, Moon Sacrifice, who had been secretly attempting it all along.

"So, after attempting it, did you discover something?"

Moon Sacrifice nodded and said slowly:

"I came to see Your Majesty today precisely to report this matter; I have achieved some results now."

"The Ten Thousand Demon Incarnation Art actually should have another name."

"Oh? What name?"

"The Ten Thousand Dao Fusion Art, the head of the three great Secret Techniques of the Human Race."

After hearing this, Huang Huang first widened her eyes, then frowned.

"You mean... these two Secret Techniques are the same? How is that possible?"

"How could a Demon Race Secret Technique and a Human Race Secret Technique be the same?"

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

Just as Huang Huang was about to continue questioning, Moon Sacrifice raised her hand, removed the mask covering her face, and revealed the true appearance beneath.

Huang Huang:!!!

She looked at Huang Huang's loss of composure and said softly:

"Long time no see..."

"Your Majesty."

This Majesty was not that Majesty.

Both of them knew the implication of this.

"You..."

Moon Sacrifice, having removed her mask, looked at Huang Huang and continued:

"And its fragment also has another name among the Human Race, which is called..."

"The Body-Severing Method."

"Um, is this some kind of performance art?"

"Or is the folk custom of Demon Emperor City just like this?"

In front of the Cang General Mansion.

Ren Yidao looked at the wolf-headed, burly man hanging upside down from the big tree in front of the gate, and the eight people surrounding him and whipping him incessantly, and couldn't help but turn his head to ask Mo Qi:

"What is this for?"

Exposure, whipping, binding, hanging upside down...

You all in Demon Emperor City sure play in fancy ways!

Watching Cangjie being hung up and beaten, Mo Qi's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he whispered:

"No, this is a special case... The Silver Moon Wolf Clan is just such a barbaric tribe."

We of the Black Moon Dog Clan would never do such a thing!

Just as Mo Qi was about to continue, a cold voice cut in:

"Mo Qi, shut your mouth."

Cang Lan, having changed into a different outfit, walked out from the manor; she glanced at that side, then quickly withdrew her gaze, as if she had seen nothing at all.

She was so calm, but Ren Yidao still couldn't help but ask:

"Uh, what is that over there?"

"Nothing, just letting him learn a lesson."

Ignoring her thick-skinned clansman, Cang Lan looked at Ren Yidao and nodded:

"Come with me."

"General Cang... my father wants to see you."