My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Black Opportunity in the Stone Cave (Request for Monthly Ticket!)

The setting sun was like blood, the sandstorm was endless, and the world was murky.

The desert extended forward, reaching all the way to the horizon, where at the junction of the sky and the earth, firm dunes rose and fell.

Under the irradiation of the setting sun, looking from a distance, everything was a vast expanse of thick golden haze.

Suddenly, a sand whirlwind surged, swirling directly upwards.

A figure burst from the sandstorm and finally landed steadily on one of the sand dunes.

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The sandstorm grew fiercer, boundless and fluctuating, making a person seem so minute within it.

Zhao Qingmei looked up at the setting sun above.

The beautiful warm orange light sprinkled on her face, almost breathtaking.

Tender were the years, and stunning was time itself.

Time seemed to briefly pause beneath the sandstorm.

Zhao Qingmei gently took out a paper figure from her bosom, her eyes full of soft light.

The short span of half a year felt like endless years that were difficult to endure.

Zhao Qingmei whispered softly, “Brother, wait for me to find you.”

The sandstorm swept over, and the beauty basked under the dying sun, her clothes swaying slowly with the sand and wind.

The world was filled with a solemn aura, lifting her three-foot long hair at the ears, fluttering in the wind, accenting the cinnabar at the corner of her eyes.

This scene no longer existed in the human world.

…..

Dongluo Pass, Dongluo Tower.

Originally, when the Great Yan Martial World spread the news of the Ghost Swordsman quelling the Demon Sect’s disturbance, Dongluo Pass remained unaffected. Although the stature of the Ghost Swordsman was like the sun at high noon, the Demon Sect had stood for thousands of years, and it wasn’t going to fear the Ghost Swordsman.

But everything changed when Feng Lingyue announced his support to the world, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.

The three words “Feng Lingyue” dispelled more than half of the doubts within Jianghu and even made some watching experts restless.

Such was the prestige of Jianghu.

Jiang Renyi received the news and became somewhat panicked, especially as many experts were gathering towards Yunlin City. He immediately announced the closure of Dongluo Pass, sealing off all passages in and out, and summoned all the Demon Sect experts to protect the headquarters.

The winds of change were swift, and the situation was as unpredictable as the clouds.

In the hall at that moment, countless Demon Sect experts had convened, not just from the Heaven, Earth, and Human Sects, but also from the top experts of the Four Seats.

The last time such a gathering occurred was when the Demon Sect went to war against the Great Yan and Zhenyi Sect along with the Xuanyi Guard.

Jiang Renyi sat at the head, his face so somber it seemed water could drip from it.

He had just become the Sect Hierarch not long ago and had not expected to run into such a mess.

The Ghost Swordsman was set on subduing the Demon Sect, which to him was completely uncalled for.

He hadn’t issued any order to deal with the Ghost Swordsman; it was his fellow sister, Zhao Qingmei, who had provoked him.

Why should he bear the brunt of the Ghost Swordsman’s fury?

However, Jiang Renyi knew very well that such thoughts were best kept to himself; if he voiced them, wouldn’t that make people think Jiang Renyi was afraid of the Ghost Swordsman?

Jiang Renyi took a deep breath and looked down to ask, “Shui Zhongyue, have you found out which experts are supporting this Ghost Swordsman?”

With the Grandmaster of the Human Sect, Li Fuzhou, trapped in the ninth layer of the Great Yan Heavenly Prison, Tan Yun should have been responsible for the affairs of the Human Sect. However, the Demon Sect knew her temperament and capabilities all too well, and naturally, they couldn’t let her handle the responsibilities of the Human Sect.

Thus, Shui Zhongyue was acting on behalf of the Human Sect, fortuitously not requiring to fight against enemies, which meant less demand for cultivation.

Shui Zhongyue hastily bowed to the figure above, Jiang Renyi, and said, “There are quite a few experts supporting the Ghost Swordsman this time, including Luo Chongyang, Feng Lingyue, Da Yan Vajra from the Buddhist sect, and several others who are suspected to be at the Master Realm spotted around Yunlin City…..”

As Shui Zhongyue’s words fell, the atmosphere in the great hall grew even more tense.

The individuals just mentioned were top-tier experts, with both large reputations and significant strength.

Duanmu Xinghua, with furrowed brows on the side, analyzed meticulously, “Luo Chongyang’s strength should be at the Three Qi or Four Qi Realm. Only the old Sect Hierarch and the Great Elder from the Sealing Demon Platform can match him. Feng Lingyue and Da Yan Vajra are both Second Qi Grandmasters. Although the Ghost Swordsman does not have the Second Qi Realm, he can kill Qi Shu, which indicates he has the strength of a Second Qi Grandmaster. Furthermore, his steed, the Black Flood Dragon, is not to be underestimated. The other Grandmasters have not shown themselves, but I suspect their strength to be at the One Qi Grandmaster level.”

“Who would have thought the Ghost Swordsman could possess such prestige to enlist such masters to take action?”

Before Duanmu Xinghua could finish, Jiang Renyi’s fists clenched tight.

At that moment, he wished he could storm into the Sealing Demon Well and demand Zhao Qingmei to account for the mess she had left for him!

He, Jiang Renyi, had done nothing. Why should he suffer the pursuit of so many Grandmaster experts?

Lin Tianhai’s face was grave as he said, “Now, it may very well be the Demon Sect’s moment of life and death. Sect Hierarch, we can notify the former Sect Hierarch and the experts from the Sealing Demon Platform. As long as they come, they can hold off the Ghost Swordsman along with the host of experts.”

Jiang Renyi felt extremely agitated, yet he responded with a faint smile, “First Seat Lin, there’s no need to worry. I’ve already sent missives to my father and the Sealing Demon Platform.”

He had no idea where Jiang Shang was, so how could he send a missive?

But he did indeed send a message to the Sealing Demon Platform, and Yuan Feng even promised to attend. The Sealing Demon Platform was Jiang Renyi’s strongest card and reliance.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Renyi continued, “The Great Elder’s power is unfathomable, and his cultivation is Tongxuan. If he can leave seclusion, these people are nothing but chickens and dogs, unworthy of concern.”

“Moreover, the leader of the Xuanwu Sect will deploy tens of thousands of troops to defend Dongluo Pass. With all of you by my side, we can keep this so-called Demon Extermination Alliance at bay.”

He was very clear in his heart that at this moment he absolutely could not panic. Organizing all the preparable forces to deal with the Ghost Swordsman was the most correct choice right now.

“This is most agreeable.”

Duanmu Xinghua’s eyes shimmered with a glint of cold light as she said, “This time the Ghost Swordsman has summoned many experts to come here, it’s simply intolerable. We must let them understand the might of our Demon Sect this time.”

For a thousand years since its establishment, very few have dared to declare the annihilation of the Demon Sect. Even the Great Yan Emperor from years past didn’t push the Demon Sect too hard, yet now there’s someone waving the banner to eradicate us.

How could the many experts of the Demon Sect tolerate this in their hearts?

A man in his forties stepped forward and declared loudly, “Lately, I’ve heard that the Ghost Swordsman’s renown is unrivalled. I would like to see if this Ghost Swordsman truly lives up to his name.”

This person was none other than Yi Daoyun, the leader of the White Tiger Sect, and one of the six Great Sword Immortals in the world.

The leader of the White Tiger Sect is firm and decisive in killing, and among the four leaders, Yi Daoyun’s cultivation is the highest, one of the only two who have reached the Master Realm.

“Exactly, let the world know the strength of our Demon Sect.”

“Dare to flatten our Demon Sect, and we shall leave them without a corpse to bury.”

“Are they truly considering our Demon Sect unattended!?”

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The experts in the hall echoed in agreement.

Mu Xiaoyun, the newly promoted leader of the Vermilion Bird Sect, stood in the corner filled with myriad emotions. Last year, when she met the Ghost Swordsman, he was just an obscure swordsman, but now he’s a Sword Immortal renowned across the world, even leading many experts to attack the Demon Sect.

Mu Xiaoyun thought to herself: If the Ghost Swordsman is the trend of the times, she would raise the flag and surrender to him.

Originally, she had little loyalty to the Demon Sect, and after her promoter, Zhao Sect Hierarch, and Yu Sect leader lost power, she felt even less sense of belonging.

Although she is now the leader of the Vermilion Bird Sect, her power had long been undermined by Jiang Renyi, and she could be kicked out at any time.

On the other hand, Tan Yun, seeing this scene, was full of worry with a heart full of conflict.

She didn’t understand how everything could have turned out like this. Wasn’t the Ghost Swordsman going to join the Demon Sect? How did it suddenly turn into destroying the Demon Sect?

Everything changed so rapidly that Tan Yun felt as though she was in a dream.

If the Ghost Swordsman truly invades the Demon Sect, what should she do?

Rise to resist?

Or…?

At this moment, Tan Yun’s heart was a tangled mess, her little head as if two people were fighting inside it.

Since Li Fuzhou’s death, she’d become a marginal figure within the Demon Sect, but there were many elders within the Sect who cared for her. Growing up here from a young age, her heart had long harbored some sentiment.

“Tan Yun!”

Just then, a stern shout suddenly rang out.

“Oh… Yes, Sect Hierarch.”

Tan Yun jolted back to her senses and hastily bowed to Jiang Renyi above.

“You’re distracted at a council in the Great Hall?”

Jiang Renyi frowned.

With her head bowed, Tan Yun said, “Sect Hierarch, your subordinate knows her mistake.”

“Forget it, for the sake of Sect Master Li, I won’t pursue it this time. Yu Qiurong recently encountered issues with her cultivation and is unwell. You must take good care of Yu Qiurong during this time, there must be no mistakes… and she absolutely cannot leave the Dongluo Tower.”

Jiang Renyi waved it off. He naturally knew the sort of person Tan Yun was. Although she had a Second Grade cultivation, she at best had the heart to kill a few underlings.

Yu Qiurong certainly couldn’t die. If she did, Duanmu Xinghua and Lin Tianhai would surely be displeased with him. At the moment, his authority was not fully established, and taking any major action was inappropriate.

Moreover, his Junior Sister was still beneath the Sealing Demon Well, making Yu Qiurong a very important chess piece.

“Yes, Sect Hierarch.”

Tan Yun’s heart tensed. She naturally detected the deeper implication in Jiang Renyi’s words: he was tasking her with guarding Yu Qiurong.

……

Three days earlier, on Capital Road at Mount Xu.

The trees of Mount Xu were tall and lush, providing a pleasant shade underneath, walking for long brought a chilling sensation to the bone.

A Black Flood Dragon sped through the sky above, with a figure in a black robe standing on its back. @@novelbin@@

“Roar!”

Upon reaching a familiar place, the Black Flood Dragon couldn’t restrain itself from letting out a low roar.

The powerful sound vibrated through the air, causing the birds in the forest to flap their wings and fly away.

An Jing leaped down from the Black Flood Dragon’s back, heading towards the hidden cave that Xu King took him to last time.

The cave was well-concealed, and coupled with the complex terrain of Mount Xu, it was difficult for the average person to find.

After taking numerous twists and turns, he finally arrived at the cave’s entrance.

However, something was different from the last visit. Previously, one could see many poisonous insects and snakes, but today, there were none to be found—as if they had suddenly vanished.

When things are out of the ordinary, there must be a demon at work.

An Jing frowned slightly, proceeding cautiously towards the interior of the cave.

The inside of the cave was quite basic, with only a straw mat, a decrepit wooden table, but Xu King’s shadow was nowhere to be seen.

Looking deep into the stone cave, waves of corpse Qi wafted out, seemingly even more fierce than the last time.

Could it be that King Xu was in the depths of the cave?

An Jing stared into the depths of the cave and took several steps forward.

The corpse Qi surged toward him, but was instantly dispelled by An Jing’s protective Gang Qi.

“Prompt Two: There is a black opportunity within the cave.”

In the next moment, a black light emerged from the Earth Book.

Black opportunity!

An Jing was shocked and hurriedly retreated, even exiting the cave entirely.

He knew that every time he encountered a black opportunity, it was a matter of life and death; the most recent instance had been with the Honghu, and only with Luo Chongyang’s aid could he withstand it. If he faced it alone, he would surely have been incinerated into ash by the Honghu’s flames.

“King Xu only goes out to find food at night, and generally stays inside the cave during the day. Could he have entered the depths of the cave?”

An Jing’s brows furrowed tightly as he gazed at the cave and fell into deep thought.

The identity of King Xu had always been extremely mysterious, and even the place where he lived was bizarre.

He had once said that he didn’t even know what lay within the cave, but he lived there due to a mysterious sensing, guarding something.

“Forget it.”

An Jing took a deep breath and left the place.

With the presence of a black opportunity in the cave, he naturally wouldn’t risk his life.

This trip to the Demon Sect, without King Xu’s help, indeed made the task of quelling the Demon Sect a bit more difficult, but with Luo Chongyang and the Da Yan Vajra, plus his own strength, he wasn’t too wary of the Demon Sect anymore.

An Jing leapt onto the back of the Black Flood Dragon and headed for Yunlin City.

Yunlin City was on the border between the Great Yan and the Demon Sect at Dongluo Pass. This place was originally very prosperous, with a continuous stream of merchant caravans, but with the Demon Sect becoming taboo in Great Yan twenty years ago, Yunlin City lost its trade support and gradually became desolate.

The Black Flood Dragon flew at an extremely fast speed, without the need to worry about the depletion of inner core Qi energy, arriving at Yunlin City in about a day and a night.

Yunlin City was surrounded by mountains on two sides, with numerous forests.

An Jing didn’t choose to enter the city; at this critical juncture, he had to be extremely cautious, having the Black Flood Dragon follow him at all times was the best strategy.

He then arrived at a mountain peak, and the Black Flood Dragon lay down in the nearby forest to rest in the shade.

“Next, I’ll absorb the True Dragon Treasure Blood, and we should be good to go once Daoist Luo and other experts such as Da Yan Vajra arrive.”

An Jing sat cross-legged beside a rock, taking out the True Dragon Treasure Blood from his chest.

By now, the True Dragon Treasure Blood had solidified, its hardness comparable to that of metal.

“Daoist Luo said that this True Dragon Treasure Blood needs fresh blood as a medium to be absorbed into one’s body.”

An Jing’s eyes narrowed into slits.

True Dragon Treasure Blood was a blue opportunity, and the Ancient Jade that had raised his bloodline to a once-in-a-hundred-year phenomenon was merely a green opportunity. This meant that the True Dragon Treasure Blood might probably raise his Root Bone yet again.

Raising the Root Bone had immense benefits; not only would it decrease the difficulty of breaking through bottlenecks, but the progress in learning various martial arts would also greatly increase.

Although the two strands of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence were very precious and had greater short-term value than the True Dragon Treasure Blood, long-term value-wise, the True Dragon Treasure Blood far surpassed them.

The Evil Suppressing Sword lightly sliced, and after his fingertip split, a drop of red blood flowed out and fell upon the True Dragon Treasure Blood.

“Whoosh!”

As a red light surged, a deep dragon roar sounded.

The Black Flood Dragon, which was dozing off, heard this and instantly floated into front of An Jing, its lantern-sized eyes firmly fixed on the True Dragon Treasure Blood.

The allure of True Dragon Treasure Blood for it was simply too great.

“This is mine, I’ll give you some when I have extra,” An Jing waved his hand to shoo the antsy Black Flood Dragon away, then turned his gaze back to the True Dragon Treasure Blood.

It seemed as though the True Dragon Treasure Blood started to melt, turning into a drop of red liquid that contained an extremely domineering aura. The sound of the dragon’s roar was even more tremulous as it echoed in all directions.

As An Jing held the True Dragon Treasure Blood in his hand, he whispered, “Truly worthy of being a treasure coveted by both Qi Shu and Luo Chongyang.”

At this moment, the True Dragon Treasure Blood not only had the sound of a dragon’s roar, but also emitted an extremely scorching temperature. Had his True Qi not enveloped the blood, it would have burned a hole through his hand.

The Black Flood Dragon watched the True Dragon Treasure Blood with drool nearly leaking out.

Taking a deep breath, An Jing swallowed the True Dragon Treasure Blood in one gulp.

The moment the True Dragon Treasure Blood entered his stomach, a scorching sensation surged from his abdomen to his limbs and throughout his body.

An Jing immediately felt a burning sensation as if a layer of flames was raging on the surface of his body.

Then that sensation continued to spread; the flames seemed to penetrate directly into his body, scorching his internal meridians relentlessly.

Pain!

Even though An Jing had cultivated the Buddhist Body Refining Martial Arts like “Brahma Heart Sees Me” and reached the Grandmaster Realm, he could still feel suffocating pain.

It was as if a scorching flame surged up, engulfing him completely.

Instantly, An Jing felt as though he was bathed in flames. The black flames were exceptionally hot, almost incinerating him.

An Jing’s brow furrowed tightly, and his clenched teeth were soaked with red blood. Then, despite the pain, he began to circulate the “Nameless Heart Scripture” within his body.

Under the immense impact of True Qi, the operation speed of the mental method within his body also increased more than tenfold in an instant.

The sensation of intense heat persisted, and time flowed like water.

Above the sky, the sun and moon continually replaced each other, rising and setting, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

Yet, this heat showed no signs of diminishing; instead, the temperature continued to climb, and the sustained high heat caused him to experience a trace of hallucination.

Another three days went by, and he already felt his brain becoming more nimble, his entire being as if it had taken flight. In that scorching-hot Dantian region, a faint coolness slowly emerged.

As this coolness surfaced, his mind stabilized.

Inside his body, the True Dragon Treasure Blood frantically stimulated, and the “Nameless Heart Scripture” also rapidly began to circulate.

The vitality and heat waves of the True Dragon Treasure Blood were slowly drawn into his body, causing it to emit crackling noises.

Flames traveled through the meridians, burning, exploding, the pain indescribable. Yet, this was a pain An Jing could endure, a necessary suffering to go through.

Like the last time he absorbed the blood from the ancient jade, the pain was intense, but in the end, he gained a tremendous reward.

The circulation of the “Nameless Heart Scripture” had reached its limit.

His meridians burned with pain.

As his root bone was tempered in flames, it became more resilient and powerful.

To undergo a transformation akin to a rebirth, one naturally must endure such inhuman pain and suffering.

An Jing gritted his teeth and persevered, beads of sweat on his skin flowing like rain, having soaked through all his clothes long ago.

The sweat carried out impurities from within his body, the speed of the True Qi cleansing was so rapid that even the pores could not bear the expulsion of impurities, dissipating into nothingness.

“What a domineering True Dragon Treasure Blood.”

An Jing felt his consciousness becoming blurry. Should his awareness collapse, he would immediately fall into a coma.

This time, not only would the advancement of his root bone fail, but his entire being could also suffer severe damage, far worse than the heavy loss of Essence Blood at Xuanqing Mountain last time.

Just when the pain had reached its apex, an extraordinarily strong vitality suddenly appeared around his body.

This vitality entered his body, and his scorched and hot meridians under this nourishment, unexpectedly experienced a sudden coolness.

The previous burning and injury were visibly healing at a remarkable speed.

The “Nameless Heart Scripture”!

This was precisely the effect of the “Nameless Heart Scripture,” which at the moment of suffering grave damage inside his body, brought forth infinite vitality, repairing and nourishing his flesh, muscle, and meridians.

Under the infusion of this powerful vitality, his originally severely damaged body began to heal rapidly.

In about a night’s time, the searing pain derived from the True Dragon Treasure Blood had vanished, and the injuries within his body had completely recovered.

He could sense that the “Nameless Heart Scripture” was circulating even more proficiently and smoothly, and the speed at which it absorbed nature’s spiritual energy had increased by a third.

“Has the True Dragon Treasure Blood been completely absorbed?”

An Jing opened his eyes and immediately focused his thoughts on the Earth Book.

Cultivation: Grandmaster (One Qi)

Life Fate: Favorable Star Shining (Rising)

Root Bone: Once in a Thousand Years

Martial Arts: Sword Drawing Skill, Hidden Sword Skill, Sword Control Technique, Nine-character Sword Technique, Soaring Nine Heavens Body Technique, Concealing Qi Technique, Hundred-step Flying Sword (Ninth Layer), Nine Yang Divine Finger (Eighth Layer), Brahma Heart Sees Me, Heavenly Intent Four Symbols Sword Technique (Seventh Layer), Incomplete Nameless Heart Scripture (Fourth Layer)

Prompt One: The host must not reveal their identity while displaying martial arts for another month until their Life Fate is rooted, or else they will receive a black fortune.

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His root bone had evolved from once in a hundred years to once in a thousand years, and due to the enhancement of his root bone, the “Heavenly Intent Four Symbols Sword Technique” had advanced from the Sixth Layer to the Seventh Layer, and the “Nameless Heart Scripture” had also progressed from the Third Layer to the Fourth Layer.

“My root bone now must be unparalleled,” An Jing stood up, feeling a wave of heroic spirit swelling in his heart.

A root bone described as once in a thousand years implied that his talent was something that one might only come across once in a thousand years. A person with such talent, if nothing unexpected occurred, would almost certainly step into the realm of a Great Grandmaster without any problems.

Moreover, the shackles of the Earth Book on him would disappear soon, and the black fortune attached to him would be gone as well.

An Jing felt hunger and immediately took out some dry food and water from his pouch.

A grandmaster with cultivation could refine spiritual energy from nature at any time, preserving their essence, and would only need to eat once every ten days or half a month. His current hunger suggested that at least ten days or so had passed.

“I hope that in these last few days, nothing unexpected crops up.”

As An Jing ate his dry food, he muttered to himself.

He had been waiting for the next moment for ten years.

“Nephew, it seems you have fully absorbed the True Dragon Treasure Blood, and that your body has undergone a transformation,” a light voice sounded from a distance, and a Daoist approached.

He appeared to walk slowly, but in an instant, he was by An Jing’s side.

The person was none other than Luo Chongyang.

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