Yellow Court Daoist-Chapter 757 - 678: Today, I Will Become the Devil!

"Is it not Han Immortal?"

"Who else could it be but Han Immortal?"

"Coming to Sky-reaching Gorge with Han Immortal lifts my spirits. It's been a long time since I've seen Han Immortal, and I find myself missing her and feeling down."

Lu Qingyu muttered incessantly, feeling quite sure of his guess.

But seeing his elder brother's stern expression, he began to doubt—

"Could it be, brother, that you have someone else outside?"

Lu Qingfeng felt a headache coming on.

Fortunately, just then, Little Nine hurried in from outside, cheerfully calling, "Young master, Little Jing'er." He then bowed to Lu Qingfeng, greeted him with, "Master," and paid him no further mind.

"Perfect timing."

Lu Qingfeng muttered to himself, feeling a relief, and then seriously said, "Little Nine is here. You three go out and play; do not disturb my meditation."

"Master."

"Is it Little Nine bothering you?"

Little Nine quieted down, turning his head to timidly look at Lu Qingfeng.

"No."

"It was these two who disturbed me."

Lu Qingfeng pointed at Qingyu and Lu Jing.

Little Nine blinked, slightly confused.

"Let's go then."

Qingyu huffed lightly, and stepped forward pulling Little Nine, "Little Nine, you've come at the perfect time. You've been on the mountain for years, tell me about the female True Immortal practitioners who have visited."

Qingyu purposely spoke loudly.

Pulling Little Nine towards the cave exit, constantly looking back three steps at a time, with her eyes still sizing up Lu Qingfeng.

Lu Qingfeng could only laugh and shake his head.

"Hurry out!"

With a sweep of his sleeve, he hustled Lu Jing, who was dawdling, out of the cave too, sealing it to finally enjoy some peace.

"That girl."

Xia Guang Cave.

Lu Qingfeng alone, thinking of Qingyu's eyes, couldn't help but smile.

She was, after all, the little sister he had raised from childhood. Regardless of his emotional changes, those he could hide from True Immortals, from Little Nine, from Little Eight, and even from Qingfeng of the mountain, Qingyu always managed to see through him.

Although her guesses were quite off the mark, humorously so, they weren't entirely wrong.

"Peach-blossom face?"

"Is it that obvious?"

Lu Qingfeng rubbed his face, then glanced over at Ao Le, who was lying in his arms in the game, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved up.

Suddenly coming back to his senses.

Realizing this, he immediately straightened his expression, moved his mouth to regain a serious demeanor, and shook his head, "No wonder it was noticed."

He then distinguished between the game and reality.

In the game.

Returning to the Immortal Qin Realm, reunited with Ao Le, inseparable day and night, he was indeed overjoyed, blissfully happy. So much so that it showed in reality, noticed by Qingyu.

But compared to the blissful and smooth sailing in the game.

Reality had one troubling matter.

"Xun Zhenbei."

Lu Qingfeng sat cross-legged, trying to cultivate, but his mind was too troubled to settle.

Again opening his eyes, he sighed inwardly, "It has finally arrived."

Years ago.

When Lu Qingfeng's cultivation was weak, he had found a fortune in the Three Mountains and Nine Waters.

Among them, he obtained some Magic Artifacts, even including what was for Lu Qingfeng at the time a Supreme Treasure, the 'Green Wood King Ding' of Eighth Rank.

Moreover.

He found the Divine Soul Thought Generation Skill and Red Dust Longevity Technique.

Both were no small help to Lu Qingfeng.

The former was by Lu Qingfeng integrated with many similar Magic Gates and eventually strengthened into the Great Divine Power 'Body Separation,' earning significant merits both in the game and in reality.

As for the 'Red Dust Longevity Technique', it goes without saying.

Lu Qingfeng himself aside.

In the seventeenth Immortal Qin Realm, it was with this method and the 'Longevity Meat' refined from it that Ao Le was able to live for many more years.

Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The happiness and bliss of today would likely not exist.

However.

At that time, in order to obtain the Magic Artifacts and Magic Gates, Lu Qingfeng did not hesitate to make a Heart Demon Oath to the 'Yuu Mountain Daoist', promising that once his cultivation was successful, he would surely slay Xun Zhenbei of the Green Wood Valley and avenge Yuu Mountain Daoist.

After more than a thousand years.

The former young boy, barely seventy years old, just a novice practitioner entering the Spirit Void realm.

Today, he has grown into an 'old monster' over twelve hundred years old, with fierce cultivation, having reached the Mahayana Realm, and is an Earth Immortal among men.

Until today.

He now possesses the strength to fulfill the oath.

The Yuu Mountain Daoist had Lu Qingfeng make a Heart Demon Oath to ensure that once Lu Qingfeng reached a sufficient level, he would avenge past grievances.

This wasn't to send Lu Qingfeng to his death.

Thus.

When Lu Qingfeng's cultivation was still low, when he was still at the Three Mountains and Nine Waters, the Heart Demon Oath did not urge him.

But now, having ascended to the Spirit Domain, and also possessing the cultivation of a Mahayana True Immortal, he could easily kill the previously thought insurmountable True Immortal, Xun Zhenbei.

Yet he delayed.

The signs of backlash from the Heart Demon Oath finally emerged.

"I have the Great Method, perhaps I could counter the Heart Demon."

The Heart Demon.

After all, is traceable, just a demon within the heart.

Ascended to the Spirit Domain.

Reclusively on the Jade Seal Peak.

Over centuries.

Lu Qingfeng never left the mountain, all time spent cultivating in Jade Seal Peak.

In his spare time, he also picked disciples from the Outer Sect to enrich the Jade Seal Peak, occasionally mentoring and instructing, which also brought a lot of life to Jade Seal Peak.

Also revealing his capabilities in Alchemy and Artifact Refining.

Not only did he earn a great reputation among the True Immortals and Primordial Spirit Practitioners in the sect.

But he also had True Immortals come from abroad.

Only to ask Lu Qingfeng to refine Magic Artifacts and Spirit Pills for them.

In just a hundred years.

He got to know most of the Primordial Spirit Practitioners within the sect, and made the acquaintance of twelve True Immortals around the Sky-reaching Gorge and in the Little Dragon Tiger Realm.

Among them, eleven were Loose Cultivators.

And one other was the True Immortal from Danxia Mountain named 'Tian Gu,' who roamed about searching for Spiritual Medicine, passing by the Sky-reaching Gorge.

Hearing the name of Lu Qingfeng, renowned for his 'Excellence in Alchemy and Artifact,' he specifically came to the Jade Seal Peak to seek Lu Qingfeng's advice on the way of Alchemy.

The two had a pleasant and regretful late meeting.

Before leaving, Tian Gu True Immortal even offered an Eighth Rank Spirit Pill, asking Lu Qingfeng to refine a Sect of Eighth Rank Magical Artifact for him. They also exchanged tokens, agreeing to keep in regular contact and discuss the Dao from time to time.

Reluctantly, he left.

It was precisely the arrival of the Tian Gu True Immortal that nearly triggered the explosive Heart Demon Oath within him.

"Green Wood Valley."

"Danxia Mountain."

"Both share the same origin. This Tian Gu True Immortal and Xun Zhenbei were both disciples of the Dan Xiazi, an Earth Immortal Ancestor from Danxia Mountain."

An unexpected encounter with a sworn enemy from the same sect.

Thinking of Xun Zhenbei momentarily alarmed his Heart Demon.

"All cultivators under heaven fear the Heart Demon and dare not make rash vows."

"I possess the Yellow Court Scripture and hope to shatter the Heart Demon, fearing no oath."

"But risks still linger."

Lu Qingfeng shook his head, "Still, killing Xun Zhenbei would be easier."

Moreover, the late Yuu Mountain Daoist, who conferred magic and treasures upon him, held his favor.

And Xun Zhenbei, who had troubled him repeatedly, was long deemed a dead man in Lu Qingfeng's heart.

The only regret was.

Lu Qingfeng had originally planned to cultivate for a few thousand more years at Jade Seal Peak, wait for the recent limelight of his Ascension to fade, and when his strength was immensely stronger—preferably after achieving Earth Immortal status—to then crush Xun Zhenbei with an unsurpassable might, extinguishing all dangers.

Alas.

Man's plans are inferior to those made by heaven.

Heart Demon alerted.

Lu Qingfeng had no choice but to act prematurely.

"Perhaps it's for the best."

"Allowing him to live for a few thousand more years would have indeed been too lenient."

Lu Qingfeng sat cross-legged in the Xia Guang Cave.

When he closed his eyes.

A strand of hair fell from his head, drifting out of the cave and transforming into a breeze, disappearing into the distance.

...

Nine Nether Realm.

Little Dragon Tiger Realm.

Within the vast expanse, an Immortal Mountain was hidden.

The mountain was elusive, with Spiritual Birds and Immortal Beasts frolicking and Spirit Medicine Immortal Plants growing. Clouds of auspiciousness filled the sky, and dense fog blanketed the ground.

At the summit of the Immortal Mountain.

A Black-faced Daoist sat cultivating.

Inhaling and exhaling clouds of mist, truly abundant with Immortal Energy, his aura commanded admiration.

But in the next moment.

"It's done!"

The Daoist's black face distorted, veins bulging and suddenly fierce, completely shattering the illusory tranquility of the Immortal Mountain.

In that instant, the True Immortal appeared demonic.

With a thought.

He spat out a foul black mist, from which one hundred and eight gloomy and eerie triangular flags flew out, fluttering in the wind around him.

"Great achievement accomplished!"

The Black-faced Daoist's face was filled with a sinister glee as he revealed a chilling smile.

He stood up, and the one hundred and eight black banners instantly vanished.

With hatred in his eyes and a murderous aura on his face, he looked towards the northern outskirts of the mountain, "Dan Xiazi, Black Dragon True Monarch, you must die! You must die!"

Remembering the deaths of the Three-eyed Divine Dog and Fire Crow Divine Son, how Black Dragon True Monarch had suppressed him beneath the Immortal Crossing Bridge in the Abyss of Profound Cold, and how his own master, in order to appease Black Dragon True Monarch's wrath, had silently permitted it.

The Black-faced Daoist harbored a bone-deep hatred, gnawing at his heart and Divine Soul day and night.

This made it difficult for him to meditate.

Difficult to cultivate.

Switching all his Immortal Techniques to Demon Techniques only added wings to a tiger—

The more he hated, the stronger he became!

The stronger he became, the more he hated!

His Demon Technique advanced tremendously, and his Dao ability was far superior to when he had initially been suppressed at Chi Lian Mountain.

"Five hundred years!"

"Five hundred years!!!"

The Black-faced Daoist couldn't forget the initial fear and helplessness, the pain and torment.

As soon as he closed his eyes,

He could see a dark shadow.

He could feel a dull pain in his chest.

Flashes of images surged in his mind—

Black Dragon True Monarch revealed his True Body, slamming his dragon tail harshly against his chest. In that moment, he felt like a ruined kite plummeting into a bottomless abyss.

Crack!

Even with a True Immortal Body, numerous ribs shattered upon impact.

All his True Immortal Power was dispersed and sealed.

Behind him was coldness, plummeting straight down below the Immortal Crossing Bridge.

It felt like a fierce beast was sucking him down, immobilizing him completely.

The chilling air infiltrating his flesh and Divine Soul made him tremble in agony.

Such torment,

Not even a Mahayana True Immortal could bear it.

Back then,

The Black-faced Daoist struggled to look up, still holding hope amidst the darkness and cold.

"Master!"

He endured the painful torment, desperately hoping for his master to save him.

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

One year.

Two years.

But he never appeared.

Bitterness brewed in his heart.

After enduring five hundred years, it evolved into immense frustration and resentment.

"Five hundred years!"

"Do you know how I've survived these five hundred years?"

Thinking of the profound cold penetrating his flesh and Divine Soul, thinking of the beasts tearing at his flesh and shredding his hair along with his scalp—a torture comparable to a slow death—

The Black-faced Daoist stood erect.

His long hair covered his body, and a breeze gently brushed it, vaguely revealing the gruesome mangled flesh beneath.

"At first,"

"I had no choice."

"But today—"

His face twisted with a demonic smile, smiling as he hated, his eyes radiating a faint crimson,"; today, I shall become a demon!"

His voice dissipated in the wind.

Xun Zhenbei stepped into Qingyun, heading straight for Chi Lian Mountain.

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