Chapter 181: Chapter 93: Undying Toadspawn, Omen of Water Calamity

He remembered, the Skull Flower was actually not weak at all. Firstly, it was merely a young demon, and secondly, he had tricked it into staying put. Otherwise, if the Skull Flower had bolted and hid, how could Zhou Chiyu and Wang Fengyang have fought it to the death?

Yan Fangbai patted him on the shoulder and said, "Rest assured, the Ghost King, who controls the White Bone Demon, should have already left. After all, we searched that Guangye Mountain and did not find any trace of it."

Saying this, he cast another glance at the distant "bait."

The "bait" was still sitting by the riverbank; it was evident the demons weren’t biting so quickly.

Such matters can’t be predicted by anyone.

Therefore, Yan Fangbai continued, "Illusion skills may not be necessarily powerful, but they are quite rare. For instance, I have encountered or heard of quite a few.

A rat demon transforming into a dwarf, stealing everywhere; a swan turning into a woman, seeking men for pleasure, only to be revealed by the martial artist brother of one such man, flying away after being struck back to its original form; a goat posing as a famous doctor, demanding support and treating people, only to be attacked and killed by villagers after being exposed.

These kinds of demons do not have outstanding strength, mainly because they are extremely difficult to detect."

Li Xuan nodded.

It seems "spiritual type" demons might also be numerous. To ponder alone is truly like a blind person trying to perceive an elephant, unable to see the whole picture.

Even so, the spirit attribute has not diminished in importance.

Because "strength, constitution, agility" can all be obtained through cultivation, but spirit... is extremely hard to gain.

More importantly, after the spirit attribute improves, not only can it assist in cultivation, making it as if one is cheating, but it also grants some quite terrifying abilities.

At this moment, he continued to ask, "What about the Headless Buddha?"

Yan Fangbai replied solemnly, "Whether ancient texts or my own knowledge, I have never seen such a demon. Now I have archived it in the Dark Web, naming it... incense type."

Dark Web archive?

Li Xuan looked curious and said, "Third Brother, can I see that archive?"

Yan Fangbai smiled and said, "In principle, only I and another person can access the archive in the Dark Web, but... Brother Xuan, you are an exception.

After all, both she and I know of your extraordinariness, and we know you’ve been favored by the Prime Minister. According to the circumstances, you might become our guide in the future."

The two chatted away and spoke of many things. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

As night fell, the secret martial artist hunted game from the surroundings, slaughtered it in the Qing River, washed away the blood froth, then directly roasted it on the campfire.

Then sent by the bait to everyone hidden in the woods.

Li Xuan also received a roasted leg. He sat on an old tree branch, eating while watching the distance. After he finished, he closed his eyes to relax, patiently waiting.

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...

By the fourth watch, it seemed the Qing River began to rise.

Under the moonlight, the black river water flooded the riverbank, entwining upward, covering the gravel and rubble completely.

The land that was still exposed in the afternoon was entirely submerged.

The dark river water quietly and silently, like climbing demon hands, gradually probed towards those warming themselves by the campfire.

In the waves, a shadow like driftwood hid, ghost-like reaching that secret martial artist from behind, suddenly darting forward as fast as a whirlwind to bite that secret martial artist’s leg neck.

At that critical moment, the secret martial artist acting as bait seemed to have eyes in the back, flipping over like a falcon, with the saber placed casually spinning to slash, his arms flooding with vigor, unleashing steam, bringing a string of thunderous blasts in mid-air.

This is the killing technique of the Demon-Breaking Saber: Thunder Movement.

The returning slashing saber met the demon’s fangs, issuing a muffled "ding" sound.

The secret martial artist acting as bait also took the opportunity to pull away. He saw it was a pig dragon about one zhang in length.

Yet, unlike ordinary pig dragons, this one had thicker scales all over, with eyes not only fierce but seemed to carry a certain wisdom.

Missed on one strike, this pig dragon did not flee, its four legs scrambling, charging fiercely forward, continuing to aim bites at that secret martial artist, seemingly set on this meal today.

The secret martial artist acting as bait was in fact a triple cultivator of secret martial arts. Just one strike had already made him aware, and now he was fearless, just fighting this pig dragon with full effort.

In the woods, Yan Fangbai pointed at the pig dragon and said, "It should be a newly entered Tier One demon. Brother Xuan, do you dare to go test yourself?"

His words landed, and the six other dark web martial artists nearby also all looked over.

The great name of Prince Qing, they had heard much about.

In theory, Prince Qing should be the top expert here, but he lacks practical experience, which is why the eldest sister brought him out.

Courage is not something one has just because of strong strength; it needs to be tempered with blood and death.

Li Xuan readily agreed, "Then, Third Sister, I’ll go."

Yan Fangbai laughed and said, "I will provide cover for you."

Li Xuan said nothing, only nodded.

In the next moment, black mist suddenly drifted around him, blur in the chilly moonlight, drifting far away with the wind, mysterious and elusive, like two sinister black scarves. When reaching behind the pig dragon, two demonic shapes instantly coalesced.

One was a Vajra demon shape and the other a swordsman demon shape.

The pig dragon had yet to react when the ink-colored Vajra raised a hand, one hand pressing down on the pig dragon’s neck, the other holding its long snout.

As if feeling the power, the pig dragon’s pupils widened, within revealing a humanity-like fear.

And the swordsman demon shape cooperated seamlessly, the sword wind howling, slashing a crescent moon in ink color in mid-air.

The sword fell...

The head severed...

On the pig dragon’s neck, a crack instantly appeared.

The ink-colored Vajra pulled fiercely with both hands, using a brutal, savage manner to tear this demon’s head from its body, casually tossing to the side.

In the next moment, these two demon shapes dissipated into the air, as if they had never appeared.