Chapter 334 - 334 332 Shadow of the Demon

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334: Chapter 332: Shadow of the Demon 334: Chapter 332: Shadow of the Demon Mou Chen burst into loud laughter, his gaze laced with mockery and scorn as he watched Yan Yun, “Nearly slain by a sword at your neck, yet still you speak bravely. Do you think others will fear your threatening words? When they decided to chop off your finger, their resolve was clear. Did you think they let you ramble on because they wanted to hear you talk?” After a bit of enlightenment, Yan Yun immediately coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood and hurriedly said with a serious demeanor, “Miss Li, I was ungrateful and wrong earlier, I hope you won’t take offense.” Li Jiujiu was momentarily unsure of what to say. But she did not want Baili An to genuinely offend such a sect over this matter, so she whispered softly, “Si Chen… cough, injuring someone to death is perhaps too extreme, we’ve already seen blood, let it be.” Baili An looked back at her, helplessly asking, “Jiujiu, how did you end up in Xianling City?” Li Jiujiu glanced at Fang Geyu on his back, currently dressed in a bright red bridal gown identical in style and color to his. Although she knew there must be a special reason to wear such an outfit here, she couldn’t help but feel a sour sting in her heart. She quickly averted her gaze and then saw him holding a woman in a white robe, her face hidden by ink-black hair. Although her face was unclear, her ethereal demeanor suggested she was a rare beauty. Additionally worrying her was the hint of danger she sensed because, a few months ago, Baili An couldn’t even curse, yet now his way of speaking stung sharply, greatly resembling Fang Geyu. She thought to herself that she still had many doubts with nowhere to ask. Even though she thought this, it was inappropriate to discuss personal matters in front of others, so she honestly shared the recent events with him. Baili An frowned deeply upon hearing this. Although Elder Wen didn’t seem inclined to harm Jiujiu, regarding why Jiujiu had traces of Moon Essence in her, Baili An figured it must be because of him. Humans rely on Spiritual Power for cultivation, while corpse demons use the power of darkness and Moonlight Spirit. Ordinary corpse demons are one thing, but Royal Family corpse demons like him, created by Jiang Chen, are naturally able to absorb moonlight. Having had unusually deep interactions with Jiujiu, he suspected he left a whiff of his energy in her body, thus altering her physique. Then there’s Elder Wen, who had extensively cultivated her skills in array controlling, pouring vast amounts of knowledge into her in a very short time for the Xianling City examination, which implied the need for Moonlight Array in one of the exam segments was already known to Wen Fu. This, for Jiujiu, was also an opportunity. He asked, “Jiujiu, do you still like cultivating array methods?” Li Jiujiu nodded, “It’s not bad.” Baili An smiled a faint smile that gradually dispelled the subtle chill around him. The Autumnwater Sword dissolved into a glob of ice and reformed into a deep blue luster in the darkness, shining into his jade-like eyes. He suppressed his smile and looking at Yan Yun, who seemed to have narrowly escaped death, said softly, “I won’t kill you.” His nature was gentle, his demeanor humble, but that didn’t mean he lacked principles. Not killing her wasn’t because Li Jiujiu had pleaded; daring to offend influential figures like Su Jing of the Taixuan Sect or Yin Baishuang of Cangwu Palace, he certainly wasn’t going to worry about offending Jingyue Sect over a life now. Since Jiujiu was passionate about array methods, and Jingyue Sect was one of the few sects specializing in arrays and held a notable position, even if Yan Yun was to die, it wouldn’t be in front of this crowd. “What are your plans next, Jiujiu?” Baili An initially wanted to take her and leave Ghost Mountain temporarily, but his children and his rabbit were still inside the Second Realm of Ghost Mountain. Li Jiujiu slowly lowered her hands from her cheeks, eyes brimming as she looked at him, about to speak. “We were unaware, fellow cultivator, that the reason we stayed here and faced wolf calamities was due to discovering a Ghost Crystal Vein. Since you helped us today, naturally you should have a share in the vein. I wonder if you would care to join us in harvesting it.” Unexpectedly interjecting was Mou Chen, causing a sudden shift in the expressions of the others. Such a vein was incredibly rare and valuable; more people meant less profit for each. Considering this youth’s unreasonable and domineering nature, if he desired exclusive rights, they might face another bloody battle in front of a yin spirit tiger. Those capable of controlling a spirit tiger surely belonged to Central Netherworld. The cultivators of the You Dynasty were known for being unscrupulous. What was Mou Chen doing? Baili An also felt mildly surprised, assessing the young man before him. He was ordinary-looking, tall and thin, but his blood-stained hands appeared powerful, and his eyes carried a sinister aura, making him hard to approach. Li Jiujiu had always suspected that Mou Chen was more complex than he appeared, depths of calculation unspoken; now, bringing up the vein willingly, he was clearly not harboring good intentions. She said, “Now that the corpse demon wolves have been dealt with, you can mine on your own, why involve others?” Mou Chen raised an eyebrow at her, smiled deeply yet silently. Baili An had no interest in the so-called vein; he was more eager to find his lost rabbit. “Let’s not be courteous.” Baili An, with his spirit ghost tiger, bid farewell to the group. Mou Chen did not insist on them staying, silently watching as Baili An’s figure slowly vanished into the darkness, his hands hidden in his large sleeves, his left hand habitually caressing his right fingers, which bore nothing. “Thank you for the warning earlier, fellow Mou Chen,” said Zhang Yaosong solemnly, tending to his wife’s severed finger, sincerely thanking him. Mou Chen’s gaze hadn’t left the darkness. Impatient, someone urged, “Hurry up and stop the pleasantries. Securing the vein is crucial. Now that the demon wolves are gone, if something more formidable appears, it would allow other people to monopolize it.” “Exactly, best not to start any unnecessary trouble.” “Heh…” A low laugh caused them all to look toward Mou Chen, curiously asking, “Not sure what I said wrong to make Brother Mou Chen laugh like that.” Mou Chen lowered his head and lightly tapped the scar on his wrist that had almost been bitten through by the Wolf King, a Corpse Poison that even Spiritual Medicine couldn’t cure but now visibly dissipated like wisps of blue smoke. The wounded skin healed rapidly under their astonished and bewildering gazes. He flexed his wrist, and suddenly a subtle, sandy noise came from beneath his feet, like a flourish of blossoming flowers breaking through the dark world of Ghost Mountain. The crowd was puzzled by the strange sound. Only Zhang Yaotang, who once had the privilege of accompanying his mentor to the far north, lost all color in his face, letting out a mournful scream. He couldn’t muster any anger from being deceived, released the bandages he was wrapping around his wife’s hand, and soared into the air with Sword Control. He just wanted to leave this terrifying place as quickly as possible, escaping that dreadful presence.

Chapter 334 - 334 332 Shadow of the Demon

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