Chapter Ninety-Two: Demon King Ying Jia
A woman's figure slowly emerged in the sky; she was stunningly beautiful and exuded an awe-inspiring, unapproachable majesty.
Jiuya's eyes widened. The king the little fox mentioned must be the Demon King Ying Jia? Oh ho, he's the right-hand man of her daughter in the later part of the book.
"A-Yue!" Ying Jia quickly stepped forward to check on the little fox's condition. In the demon realm, the lively little fox was now just a soul.
The little fox's full name is Tu Shan Yue, and she is a junior member of the Tu Shan clan.
Upon seeing Ying Jialai, Tu Shanyue burst into tears, feeling wronged. "Your Majesty, it hurts so much! It was this Taoist priest who dug out my demon core!"
"A-Yue." Ying Jia wanted to pat the little fox's head to comfort it, but her hand grasped at empty air. She looked at the Taoist priest, her voice icy, "Did you hurt A-Yue?"
The Taoist priest was startled. The aura emanating from this woman was definitely not something a human could possess. Could she also be a demon?
The Taoist priest's legs trembled uncontrollably as he gripped the copper coin sword tightly. He tried to remain calm, but couldn't hide the tremor in his voice, "This fox demon has committed countless evils, and it is only right and proper for me to rid the people of this scourge!"
"Very good." Ying Jia flicked his sleeve, and a silver light immediately attacked the Taoist priest.
The silver light struck the Taoist priest squarely in the chest, and the powerful impact caused him to stumble back several steps, crashing into a large tree behind him and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Who are you?" The Taoist felt as if his internal organs had been shattered. What was the level of cultivation of this demon? How could he not even have the strength to fight?
"What do you think?" Ying Jia approached the Taoist priest step by step.
"No, no, no, you're not human!" he cried out in terror. "What are you? You're a demon! You must be a demon!"
Ying Jia did not answer. With a light tap of his left hand, something hidden in the Taoist's arms flew out from his body. It was a radiant bead, exuding pure demonic power.
The next moment, the radiant demon core appeared in Ying Jia's hand. The core emitted a soft glow, reflecting on Ying Jia's cold face, making him appear exceptionally majestic. Seeing the demon core snatched away, the Taoist's eyes flashed with despair, knowing he was doomed.
Tu Shan Yue's demon core was floating in Ying Jia's palm. As the light flowed, the faint phantom of a small fox could be seen curling up inside, which was Tu Shan Yue's origin.
Ying Jia gently traced the demon core with his finger, attempting to rekindle its connection with his body. The demon race possessed a secret technique: if the soul and demon core had been separated from the body for only a short time, the demon core could be used to recall the body. Once the soul and demon core returned, the body could naturally return to the world. However, if too much time passed, the connection between the body and soul would gradually weaken until it was completely severed.
Ying Jia made hand seals for a long time, but there was no response. Her anger intensified. The child's soul had been separated from his body for more than six hours, and he had completely become a monster. What a talented child, ruined just like that.
"You killed A-Yue, so you'll accompany her on her journey to the underworld!" Ying Jia said coldly.
Immediately, Ying Jiahua produced a long sword and pointed it directly at the Taoist's chest. The sharp tip of the sword cut through the Taoist's skin, twisting the flesh and blood around his chest several times. Finally, the tip of the sword, carrying a bloody heart, flung it to the ground. The heart seemed to still beating, rolling twice in the soil before falling still.
The Taoist priest's eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe he had ended up like this. His lips trembled slightly, but no sound came out; only blood kept gushing from his mouth.
Jiu Ya felt that Ying Jia had already shown mercy. If it were her, and her junior was alive and kicking before leaving home, but died the moment he stepped out the door, she would definitely make that Taoist priest experience all the tortures of the demon realm.
As Jiu Ya was lost in thought, she inadvertently caught Rong Jiang staring absently at Ying Jia's sword. She couldn't help but wonder if Rong Jiang had taken a liking to Ying Jia's sword. In other words, would it be feasible to snatch Ying Jia's sword and give it to Rong Jiang?
The next second, Jiu Ya immediately dismissed this unreliable idea. Leaving aside the question of what the odds would be if she and Ying Jia fought, the idea of assaulting someone and stealing their treasure was simply not something she could do. As a law-abiding citizen of the 21st century, how could she possibly do such a thing?
Most importantly, Ms. Ying Jia, whose true form is Ying Long, is a high-level combatant second only to Rong Jiang in the book. She is an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years, no, an old dragon.
Looking at Jiu Ya herself, good heavens, at most, she wasn't even a thousand years old? Clearly, she wasn't even five hundred. Let alone comparing her to someone like Rong Jiang, whose talent and skills were maxed out, even compared to an old monster like Ying Jia, with high defense and high output, she was no match! Jiu Ya silently shed tears in her heart; this was the difference. Although Jiu Ya believed that if she had more time to cultivate and put in a fight, she might have a chance against Ying Jia, for now, that was out of the question. Even her deceased, cheapskate father couldn't compare to Ying Jia!
During Ying Jia's reign over the demon realm, the demon realm had already seen several demon lords. Each demon lord was considered a person of extraordinary talent, but in front of Ying Jia, they were completely insignificant.
However, many demon generals and powerful demons of the demon realm perished in that great battle along with Di Jun. Of the surviving demons, aside from the supreme leader, the others were not necessarily stronger than the demons of the demon realm. Excluding their respective leaders, the demon realm's overall strength was still slightly greater. This is one of the reasons why the demon realm has always maintained a relatively low profile.
Jiuya concluded with tears in her eyes, so she should be happy? Although the boss can't compare, the younger brothers working together still have their advantages.
After retracting his longsword, Ying Jiashen unleashed another palm strike. The wind from his palm struck, causing the grass and trees to collapse and directly shattering the Taoist's internal organs.
However, the Taoist priest did not die immediately, but struggled and groaned in pain. His body was twisted into a strange position, and his face was filled with pain and despair.
It turned out that Ying Jia's palm strike not only carried destructive power, but also infused his body with a life force, allowing him to linger on and enjoy the pain before death.
"Under the guise of exorcising demons, how many demon cores have you collected?" Ying Jia's gaze swept over the bulging cloth bag at the Taoist's waist, which clearly contained more than one demon core. "Don't worry, I won't destroy your soul. Just bear with it. Death might be more painful than this."
As the Demon King, Ying Jia's information network spanned the Three Realms, and she naturally knew immediately upon the unification of the Underworld.
Although his own influence in the underworld was completely eradicated, the demons he had planted in someone else's territory were also wiped out. He could only blame his bad luck. This was the unspoken rule of the Three Realms: the strong are respected.
With a true ruler now in charge, and its mechanisms gradually being perfected, those who commit evil deeds like this are destined to be punished in the underworld. The hellish realm of the underworld is far more than just the agony of having one's internal organs shattered. Thinking of this, Ying Jia's lips curled into a cold smile.
Ying Jia wanted to see this despicable Taoist priest taken away with her own eyes. Before that, she wanted to make sure that the priest's soul could reach the underworld intact and receive the punishment he deserved.
After dealing with the Taoist priest, Ying Jia led the little fox and flashed to Rong Jiang and Jiu Ya.
Rong Jiang and Jiu Ya stood side by side, with Bai Yu and Li Yue standing behind them, watching Ying Jia warily. Bai Yu's hand quietly rested on the soft sword at her waist, while Li Yue slightly turned to protect Jiu Ya behind him.
Ying Jia's gaze lingered on them one by one. Li Yue, dressed in a tight-fitting, narrow-sleeved outfit, had a cold expression and gripped his sword hilt tightly, ready to strike at any moment. Bai Yu, in a pale yellow, narrow-sleeved dress, had a pretty face that was expressionless, but her eyes were sharp, clearly indicating that she was also a trained fighter. Both of these demons were in a guarding posture, and their focus was more on protecting Jiu Ya.
The person being protected wore a moon-white dress that shimmered like water and stars in the moonlight, and her long hair was styled into an elegant, flowing bun. If it weren't for the demonic aura surrounding her, she would have looked like a pampered young lady from a wealthy family.
Since these three are all demons, then it wasn't these three who helped Tu Shan Yue break free of her restraints. No traces of demonic power were found on the scattered dust whisk fragments around Tu Shan Yue.
Ying Jia's gaze finally settled on Rong Jiang. A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes. How could a human be allied with a demon? But Rong Jiang's aura was pure and peaceful. Her temperament was aloof and otherworldly, like a fairy who did not eat the food of mortals, which was in stark contrast to the three demons beside her.
Ying Jia's cold expression softened into a faint smile. "Just now, you were the one who intervened, besides the formation that trapped A-Yue?"
Jiu Ya blinked. Yes, that's right, it was her daughter who did it. Her daughter was just like that—beautiful inside and out. She silently gave Rong Jiang a thumbs up in her heart, while also looking forward to what would happen next.
Rong Jiang smiled faintly, "That Taoist priest's aura was impure, and he attacked this little girl. For me, it was just a piece of cake."
As Ying Jia appeared and clashed with the Taoist priest, Rong Jiang quickly investigated the priest's background. What a charlatan! He claimed to be exorcising demons and protecting the righteous path, but he merely used demon cores to refine elixirs to enhance his own power. He didn't even spare the remaining souls; the purer the creature, the greater the resentment it would generate after being tortured and killed, and the higher the chance it would be refined into a vengeful ghost to be controlled by him. This Taoist priest appeared virtuous on the surface, but in reality, he was wicked and had harmed countless innocent lives.
Such a person? Ha! Rong Jiang lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes concealing the ruthlessness in them. Such a person should be condemned to eternal damnation, never to be reincarnated! She despised those who abused their power and harmed living beings the most in her life.
"Although it was just a small favor from you, it was an act of kindness towards A-Yue." Regardless of the circumstances, Ying Jia accepted this act of kindness. She always distinguished between gratitude and resentment, repaying kindness with kindness and revenge with revenge.
"It's a pity that she was already like this when I saw her. If I had met her earlier, I might have been able to save her." Jiu Ya's tone was tinged with regret.
Ying Jia sighed, "Who would have thought that such a thing would happen to A Yue in the mortal world? Life is unpredictable." Her gaze fell on Tu Shan Yue, filled with pity and helplessness. This child was naturally lively and full of curiosity about the outside world, but she never expected to end up like this.
In the eyes of demons, humans are weak, yet humans are the most favored by heaven. Once they embark on the path of cultivation, they are blessed with unparalleled advantages. A few hundred years old demon is nothing in the eyes of a human cultivator in their fifties. This is because their cultivation methods have been researched and developed over thousands of years by countless ancestors specifically to counter demons. While they might be powerless against top-tier demons like Ying Jia and Jiu Ya, for young demons like Tu Shan Yue with weak cultivation, Taoist and Buddhist magic is their nemesis. Coupled with their youth and lack of awareness, falling victim to their attacks is commonplace. This is why demons generally discourage young demons from venturing into the human world alone.
Tu Shan Yue wasn't the only little demon who didn't understand the reasoning behind it.
Tu Shan Yue was filled with shame. She really shouldn't have disobeyed her father. A demon sneaking off to the human world to play, and now look what happened—she'd been killed by bad people and would never see her father again. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, but unlike usual, she found it hard to shed tears. As a soul, she had even been deprived of the right to cry.
Ghosts don't easily shed tears, as it consumes the power of their souls. To protect themselves, their souls consciously restrain themselves from crying unless they are extremely heartbroken. Tu Shan Yue is currently in this state of wanting to cry but being unable to, with nowhere to vent her sorrow.
"Those who are innocently killed in this life will surely be free from worries in the next." Rong Jiang's tone was calm, yet it carried a reassuring power.
"I hope so." Ying Jia's tone carried a hint of helplessness.
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