"Uncle-Master, did you hear anything?" Yuan Qingling considered his hearing to be quite good, and with Jinwu constantly poking him, he was even more convinced that something must be happening nearby.
"It's nothing," Shan Hongxing said casually.
"Could there be demons nearby?"
"They need a chance to get some exercise."
Yuan Qingling: ...
Yuan Qingling expressed great doubt about this, wondering what would happen if the experiment went wrong?
He misses his master...
Never mind, his master was even more insane than that, although his insanity was only directed at a single disciple...
"Would your master intervene in this situation?" Shan Hongxing asked curiously, as if he had just remembered something.
“Master prefers fighting to teaching us,” Yuan Qingling said honestly. “Every time he leaves us behind, it’s to go fight.”
"I see!" Shan Hongxing said thoughtfully, then vanished in a flash.
Yuan Qingling: ...
Jinwu finally reverted to his human form, panting heavily as if he hadn't breathed at all in his beast form. "Shall we...shall we run?"
"Where did you run off to?" Yuan Qingling found a high vantage point to see what had happened.
His aura is strange now, half-demon and half-human. When he is in a daze, the small beasts or demons often mistake him for any object around them, but never for a human.
For example, right now, he's standing on a rock, and in the eyes of those demons, he's a stone demon.
Even if he occupies the highest point, he is not the one who becomes a sitting duck.
"In short, don't be with this person, he's dangerous."
"Why? Your thinking is so childish, always jumping from one idea to another. How can I trust you?"
"He won't live long," Jinwu muttered.
"When did you start telling fortunes, kid? Not long-lived? He's three hundred years old now, and he still says he's not long-lived?"
“Your death is imminent.” Jinwu grabbed his arm sullenly. “Please, come with me! If it weren’t for the strong demonic energy on you, I wouldn’t have told you this, and I wouldn’t have wanted you to die.”
"Me, die? Why should I die?"
In this world, divine beasts voluntarily choose their masters, while demonic beasts are subdued by humans and forced to submit to the Xuan Master.
For example, the reason why the Golden Crow, who has regained his freedom, stayed by Yuan Qingling's side was because the rich demonic energy on his body was much purer for the Golden Crow than the power obtained by fighting with any other demon race, and there was not much risk involved in the feasibility.
Whether they are mythical beasts or demonic beasts, their sensory abilities are always inferior to those of ordinary people.
In fact, being a powerful enough demon is enough. Cultivating into human form would only lead to many tribulations. Yet, just as humans dream of becoming immortals, these demons and divine beasts also dream of virtue and morality.
Demons reside at the very bottom of this world.
Even divine beasts, in the minds of the Xuan Masters, are not so sacred.
However, even Yuan Qingling, who is no longer considered a normal human being, cannot make up for his innate advantages through hard work. All he can rely on is the Golden Crow's dependence on him.
Yuan Qingling and Jinwu were never master and servant, but rather a cooperative relationship based on mutual exploitation.
"Anyway, if you don't listen to me, you'll die."
"Really?" Yuan Qingling was still a little skeptical. "You're not lying to me?"
"Why would I need to lie to you?" Jinwu sneered, disdainfully transforming into bird form, scooping him up on its back, and flying into the sky. "This time, Shan Hongxing will definitely get hurt."
"Why?"
“He’s not being promoted, he’s been holding back. This demon was an old servant of the former Demon Lord. Even if Shan Hongxing doesn’t use his full strength to fight him, something bad is bound to happen.”
“Your brain…” Yuan Qingling smiled, “is much smarter than it was before.”
"Of course! That herbalist peak master on your mountain feeds me miraculous pills every day. Didn't you say I was stupid? I'm cured!"
Yuan Qingling's smile vanished abruptly.
Only a madman of destructive power could induce the ancestor to manifest. Originally there were four spots, but Fan Zifan was added.
Yuan Qingling suddenly remembered that at that time, he had not planned to participate in the small trial of the Formless Illusionary Realm, and it was Fan Zifan's seemingly reckless words that woke him up.
Thankfully, they are not enemies.
"What's wrong with you?" Jinwu said unhappily. "I already told you I didn't lie to you. Just watch and see, and then decide whether you want to come with me or not."
“He was daydreaming.” Yuan Qingling shook her head, her sympathy for Jinwu growing stronger.
This little golden crow is probably being used as a test subject by Fan Zifan.
Is it for boosting brain function?
Was it made for that formation master on Mount Sumeru?
Speaking of which, since he joined the sect, he has rarely seen his uncle-master named Song Huan in the Xuan Yun Sect. Even his uncle-master Ai Fengling, who doesn't like to meet people, he has met several times.
"Distracted? You can get distracted during such a grand scene?"
"I miss my master..."
Jinwu got goosebumps all over, but since he wasn't human at the moment, he couldn't hug his own arms and tremble.
"Whenever you say you want to leave, I'll take you to find Master, okay?"
"That is my master."
"Yes, yes, yes, it's your master, not mine, it has nothing to do with me."
"Um."
After spending a long time cuddling together, the two were finally able to continue watching the show.
Looking at the black-robed old man with an unfriendly face and a menacing demeanor, Shan Hongxing thought to himself, "Thank goodness he came out, otherwise these two disciples would probably be dead here."
Could Wen Jingge's brainless master really be this responsible towards his disciple?
Who goes there?
"Xuanyun Sect Fenglei Peak Mountain Hongxing".
In the past, Shan Hongxing didn't like to reveal his family background when he was gaining experience, but for some reason today, he actually agreed.
He himself found it unbelievable. But then he thought, with Wen Jingge's carefree attitude, he would surely announce his name in such a flamboyant way whenever he wanted to fight, right?
He always lagged behind Wen Jingge in everything, but this time, he really couldn't afford to fall behind.
"Fenglei Peak?" The old man was taken aback, clearly having never heard of it.
Shan Hongxing realized once again how troublesome the person in front of him was. The seven peaks of Xuanyun Sect were established starting from their grandmaster's generation, which means they have a history of over a thousand years.
Moreover, since the establishment of the Xuan Yun Sect, every sect leader has taken it upon themselves to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path, and the Northern Demon Domain regards the Xuan Yun Sect as a thorn in their side.
The old man was unaware that he possessed enough power to contend with him while remaining in a soul form, which indicated that the remnants of the demon race from ten thousand years ago had begun to awaken.
"Forget it, never mind." The old man flicked his sleeves. "Since we can't go there, it's fate that we met you all. Let this old man have a good meal!"
Shan Hongxing had no choice but to say to his two disciples, "Let's leave here first."
“That won’t do…” the old man objected, “You are all already mine…”
"Let's take a look!" Shan Hongxing no longer hesitated and opened the second grade.
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