Chapter 51 - 51 51 The Manifestation of the Heavenly Demon

51: Chapter 51: The Manifestation of the Heavenly Demon 51: Chapter 51: The Manifestation of the Heavenly Demon “Something’s not right!” An Jing instinctively smelled trouble and frowned, muttering to himself, “Surely it can’t be like those storytelling novels where Gu Yeqi’s father has a feud with his family and lives incognito at the Northern Border as a commoner, only to end up selling Ye Qi to strangers because of the Frost Calamity, later having to humble himself before his parents and borrow the family’s power to retrieve his daughter.” “Searching and searching only to find the problem has grown bigger, those strangers are from the Demon Sect, and things start getting out of control…” Shaking his head slightly, An Jing threw this outrageous conjecture out of his mind, complaining, “That’s too cliché.” However, regardless, with this connection, An Jing also wasn’t worried about the future arrangements for his young friends—Gu Yeqi was indeed a good girl, and as An Jing’s deputy, her abilities were quite remarkable, too. The Demon Sect’s selection process is undeniably cruel, but it also means that among those who survive, everyone is a dragon among men. Not to mention, in order to ensure his closest friends wouldn’t be corrupted by Demonic Qi, after obtaining the Sword Spirit’s agreement, he also imparted some parts of the ‘Tranquil Sword Manual’ that strengthen the mind to Gu Yeqi and Cang Linzu. As Cang Linzu’s talent and understanding were second only to An Jing and he could exchange a few moves with him, he naturally learned quickly, but Gu Yeqi was even quicker in learning the Thought Preservation Technique. She clearly had a talent in this area. But then again, that Hanging Fate Manor had somehow gathered so many Fate Pattern children, both hidden dragons and crouching tigers; Da Chen sending people over was probably not only to rescue Gu Yeqi, but also to pick the ripe fruits, right? The possibility wasn’t small either… “Your Innate Wisdom actually contains so many storytelling novels?” Perceiving An Jing’s thoughts, even the Sword Spirit became curious, “Hmm… Even though there are many clichés, it feels like the plot isn’t bad—An Jing, were you a storyteller who wandered the world with your sword in your previous life?” “I’m afraid not,” An Jing smacked his lips, “Your memory isn’t complete, and neither is mine, we’re pretty alike in that regard.” “Innate Wisdom will eventually awaken completely, or you might reconcile with your past life, or it’s possible that your past life doesn’t wish to live another,” said the Sword Spirit somewhat dejectedly, “while my memory was stripped away by the Heavenly Demon… However, our ways of thinking are quite similar, which is a fortunate thing.” “Is that so.” An Jing sighed inwardly, looking around at the Children of Calamity and the Red Armored Guards, “I feel as though, I am somewhat out of place.” Within the camp, everyone stood under the sunlight as if they had shed all gloom. Only An Jing still sat in the shadows of the trees on the valley side, watching everything with mixed emotions. “My anger, they cannot understand. My thoughts, my ideas, my personality all stem from my innate attributes and Innate Wisdom—they truly don’t think eating people is a big deal, they can even overlook the slaughter of humans.” “I wonder if I’m a bit oversensitive, if my spirit has been affected by the Frost Calamity, leading me to be so sensitive, so… paranoid.” “Perhaps this is how the world is, this society can’t support everyone, so people resort to cannibalism. Maybe I’m too caught up in my own fantasy world.” “Although I will never change, other people…” An Jing voiced his thoughts. He was indeed certain about the path he would take in the future, but he still hesitated about involving others. “If you were an ordinary person, then what you said would be correct,” the Sword Spirit replied without hesitation to An Jing’s somewhat defeatist thoughts at the moment. It matter-of-factly continued, “What can a single branch do? It’s nothing more than drifting on the water, going with the flow, not expected to construct any palace, nor to serve as a support beam. Even if it’s burned, it merely provides a brief light, unable to clearly illuminate the faces in the night, unable to dispel the fog, and certainly not able to heat steel red-hot to forge a sword.” “But you’re a cultivator with a Strange Mandate, a genius, my Sword Bearer. In the future, once you become powerful, your spine can prop up the palace of morality, and your bones can serve as the support of society. If you ignite the flame, the whole world could burn.” “Lost in your own world? Wrong, An Jing… We cultivators use our fists and swords to forge the world in our hearts into reality, to etch it into truth!” “If society doesn’t allow it, then beat society until it does!” “If others don’t understand you, then let them live in the world you’ve forged, generation after generation, until they see it as the natural order, as the way of the heavens!” The Sword’s logic is so simple and direct—no need to use one’s brain to refute it. But An Jing needed that simplicity and directness. The young man was stunned for a moment, then started to laugh, “That’s right. I don’t need to be like them.” “I’m indeed different from them.” An Jing closed his eyes. Perhaps this era was indeed bloody and backward, corrupt and greedy… but even in such an era, such a Da Chen, and even within the Demon Sect, there were those who loved their country and their people, those who were incorruptible and upright, those who followed order, at least were self-righteous, never corrupt or greedy, not cruel or degenerate. The era is such, but it doesn’t mean everyone must be the same, nor does it mean ‘it has always been so’. It doesn’t mean he has to be like that Moreover, he is so strong, such a genius, and he has the Divine Sword with him. An Jing, maybe he could reverse, transform, or even smash this world order! “Right, you’ve changed your mindset very quickly, which is very suitable for tempering your Dao Heart…” Noticing the change in An Jing’s mindset and half-praising him, the Sword Spirit suddenly spoke with a grave tone, causing An Jing, who had relaxed, to immediately raise his head, “This feeling, such intense Demonic Qi… is it a Heavenly Demon?!” “An Jing, run fast!” He raised his pitch, shocked and angry, “Among the new batch of Red Armored Guards approaching, there is a Heavenly Demon hidden, extremely powerful! They’re targeting me… I cannot be discovered by them!” “What is going on with this human dynasty, how can it be so deeply eroded by Heavenly Demons?!” “What?!” An Jing quickly stood up, startling Cang Linzu next to him, and even Gu Yeqi, who was asking a Red Armored Guard about his family, subconsciously turned his head towards An Jing, “Jing, what happened?” Then, with all the Red Armored Guards, they were astonished to see An Jing leap up violently, turning into a residual shadow, and heading straight towards the deep forest. “Hurry up! Get away from Hanging Fate Valley!” Before leaving, An Jing shouted sternly, “There is a Heavenly Demon lurking among the Red Armored Guards that have arrived, it wants to release the Heavenly Demon inside Hanging Fate Valley!” “Cang! After I leave, you and Ye Qi must teach everyone the Thought Preservation Technique I’ve taught you… You must do it!” “What? A Heavenly Demon!” “What proof do you have… Damn it! Heed the command! Form ranks and retreat!” Cang Linzu was shocked and bewildered, and the bearded Martial General of the Red Armored Guards, who had been interacting with Gu Yeqi, instinctively asked as well. But as soon as he spoke, he realized that, indeed, Heavenly Demons seemed to be sealed within the ominous place known as Hanging Fate Valley. At this moment, it’s better to err on the side of caution rather than disbelief! Moreover, being the one who most frequently communicated with the undercover agents, he knew better than any Red Armored Guard the caliber of An Jing’s strength. He understood that this young genius, highly regarded within the Demon Sect, indeed had extraordinary abilities—he might really be very sensitive to Demonic Qi. As for why the other party suddenly left alone, contrary to his usual behavior of looking after his companions, there might be other reasons. In any case, they could not catch up; they had to retreat first! Instantly, over a hundred Red Armored Guards acted in unison, taking with them the bewildered Children of Calamity and quickly leaving White Sand Ground and Hanging Fate Valley, retreating to the foot of the mountain. On their armor, red flames spread and rose, forming a giant battle formation with the commander as the core, protecting everyone inside. “Big brother he…” Cang Linzu still hadn’t come to his senses, puzzled why An Jing, who had just been chatting and joking with him to dispel the gloom, would suddenly stand up and leave, with no intention of taking him along, while Gu Yeqi, turning his head to look towards the forest where An Jing disappeared, seemed to understand. —The Demonic Qi in Hanging Fate Valley was so dangerous that not even the Red Armored Guards dared to approach it casually, yet Jing dared to lead them into it to hide, moving freely in and out… Jing might truly have some special method for dealing with Demonic Qi, secrets related to the Heavenly Demon, and the approaching Heavenly Demon would certainly detect this! S~eaʀᴄh the nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. His sudden departure was to avoid getting the rest involved! “Oh?” It was at this very moment, in the ranks of the Red Armored Guards approaching Hanging Fate Valley, an ordinary-looking Martial Artist noticed the retreat of the troops ahead away from Hanging Fate Valley and couldn’t help feeling surprised, “They’ve actually noticed something’s wrong? How did Jiexin manage this, to be detected by these insignificant people?” “Never mind.” He said with a tinge of regret, “Such a waste of a good show.” “Fan Jin, what are you talking about?” A teammate next to him thought he was speaking to him and turned his head in confusion. “Nothing.” The Martial Artist addressed as Fan Jin replied with a smile, “It’s a pity, but goodbye.” Then, the world plunged into utter darkness. Within the ranks of the Red Armored Guards, the steaming, decaying smell with an intense sweetness spread—so thick it was nearly greasy, the Demonic Qi gushing out from the gaps in the body and armor of Fan Jin. In an instant, the oily, rainbow-lit Demonic Qi engulfed the entire battalion of Red Armored Guards, swallowing them like a tide over sand.