Chapter 102 Loss of Spiritual Power
This appears to be the Blood Jade Demon Pearl.
The reason for using the word "seems" is undoubtedly due to the existence of uncertainties—the Blood Jade Demon Pearl's unique and bizarre patterns are unforgettable, a type of design never before seen in history, whose origins even the most learned person in the world would struggle to explain. However, this "Blood Jade Demon Pearl" lacks these patterns; instead, it has a smooth, flat surface with only small dents and holes left from long-term erosion by demonic energy. This is sufficient proof that it is not the Blood Jade Demon Pearl.
What else in a cultivator's body is round, besides things implanted from the outside?
Tantai Yue's expression suddenly changed—and so did the Golden Core cultivator!
The man in black actually dissected Ya Feiyu's golden core. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that Ya Feiyu's golden core was overflowing with demonic energy. Even the most powerful demonic cultivators were not as ferocious as him. It was as if he had been soaked in demonic energy and pickled, resulting in this terrifying appearance.
The man in black curled his lips in a malicious smile, seemingly appraising her while also displaying a hint of mockery: "This is the golden core of the number one righteous cultivator, Immortal Venerable Tianxue? It doesn't look very clean..."
With a smirk, he sneered, "You bunch of hypocrites, you keep talking about punishing demonic cultivators, but in the end you yourselves collude with the demons. With such a filthy Golden Core, how long do you intend to pretend to be so virtuous? You don't think you'll never be tainted by worldly dust, do you, Ya Feiyu?"
He abruptly pulled his hand back, and without that support, Ya Feiyu collapsed weakly to the ground. With his golden core forcibly extracted, he immediately felt the spiritual energy that had previously filled his body dissipate, as if it had lost its core, becoming chaotic and scattered. Ya Feiyu clutched the gruesome, bloody hole in his abdomen, struggling to breathe, the excruciating pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe too forcefully; the pain caused his vision to blur.
The demonic energy seeped into his wound, wildly and wantonly clinging to his fragile flesh, as if trying to heal him, but instead bringing even greater pain. Ya Feiyu's face turned pale, and his vision suddenly went black.
As if he had suddenly fallen into a bottomless abyss, Ya Feiyu could see nothing. It was as if his eyes were closed, but he was certain that his eyes were open. It was just that the darkness in front of him was too pure, which was why he could not see anything.
In the darkness, a figure slowly emerged, tall and slender, dressed in white stained with blood, with flowing black hair. His silver eyes, inorganic in texture, exuded an indifferent coldness. When Ya Feiyu met those profound eyes, his heart trembled. When he looked into those silver eyes, he saw the coldness and murderous intent within them.
Is this...him from his past life?
Why did we have to meet again at this particular moment?
He was somewhat dazed and lost in thought. He subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to touch the phantom-like person. The latter also reached out his hand at the same time. Ya Feiyu was stunned. The other party also showed the same stunned expression.
Wait... this isn't me from my past life...
Ya Feiyu closed her eyes, then opened them again, and inevitably met the gaze of another "self".
This is not his past self, but his present self.
Strictly speaking, it was as if a mirror had appeared in the darkness, clearly reflecting his current appearance.
This disheveled person is not the ruthless demon from his past life, but the Celestial Snow Immortal in this life.
Ya Feiyu suddenly paused.
Just then, the other "Ya Feiyu" seemed to suddenly come to life and move. Its silver eyes clearly reflected his own image. Ya Feiyu's heart tightened slightly; for a fleeting moment, he felt a sense of unease and panic, but the source of this feeling seemed inexplicable. He tried to back away, but even those few small steps felt difficult, as if his feet were bound with jacks, unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as "Ya Feiyu" approached, its bloodied hand touching his cheek. The smell of rust was so close, so strong it almost made him nauseous. Ya Feiyu's eyes flashed with clear rejection. Just then, he heard a faint, low laugh.
"Why do you reject me? Why are you afraid of me?" another "Ya Feiyu" said, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He ran his fingertips over the corner of Ya Feiyu's eye, tracing a vivid rust-red hue across her fair skin, and said, "You are me, and I am you. You are clearly just as despicable as I am, so why are you afraid of me?"
"You and I are one, what are you rejecting?"
Ya Feiyu felt a terrible burning sensation on his face where the other man had touched him, as if his skin was being melted and exposed, revealing the scarlet flesh beneath. It hurt, it hurt so much. Seeing him like this, Ya Feiyu chuckled coldly, then hugged him tightly from behind, pressing his ear close to his ear and whispering in a low voice, like a ghostly whisper: "You disgust me from the bottom of your heart, but you can't escape."
The next second, a bone-chilling cold swept over him, and Ya Feiyu felt a strong sense of dizziness attack his mind, making his legs go weak and his knees give way, causing him to kneel down with a thud.
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Tantai Yue supported Ya Feiyu, whose breathing was extremely weak, with his chest rising and falling so little that it was almost invisible. He used his spiritual power to dispel the overly aggressive demonic energy around him and tried his best to heal him, but it was all in vain. The demonic energy on Ya Feiyu's body was too intense and almost omnipresent. Spiritual power that entered it was quickly swallowed up by the demonic energy. This did not make Ya Feiyu feel better; on the contrary, it only made his wounds look more gruesome, with the edges already faintly turning black.
"This golden core is quite suitable for refining into a qualified demon core." The man in black smiled maliciously. He swept past the two people on the ground with disdain, as if they were not worthy of his attention. Just as he was about to order the giant beast to kill them, an extremely sharp sword light pierced through his shoulder in the next second, catching him off guard.
"—?!"
The man in black was startled by this sudden turn of events. His eyes widened, and he glanced over with barely concealed anger. He saw that Ya Feiyu, who had been unconscious, had suddenly awakened. His silver eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty red, and at that moment, it seemed as if countless vengeful spirits were crawling out of the ground, climbing onto his neck, trying to strangle him. This feeling was terrifying, and even the man in black, who had previously appeared completely at ease, now showed a rare hint of panic. Why had Ya Feiyu suddenly broken through his restraints? He had clearly used demonic energy to seal Ya Feiyu's consciousness; even if he hadn't turned him into a complete puppet, Ya Feiyu should have been unconscious for a considerable period. Why had he broken through his restrictions so easily? Even if the other party was the number one cultivator in the world, this didn't make sense!
"What are you thinking about?" A cold voice rang in his ear. The man in black snapped back to reality and met those icy eyes. If looks could kill, he would be riddled with holes by now. He was stunned and stood there dumbfounded by those extremely indifferent eyes. He heard Ya Feiyu say coldly, "Are you thinking about why your plan, which was so perfect, went wrong?"
His grin sent chills down one's spine; Ya Feiyu's smile was so mad it seemed as if he were not himself.
"The man standing before you is none other than the great demon who once wreaked havoc and bloodshed throughout the cultivation world." He whispered close to the man in black's ear, his tone ambiguous and flirtatious, like a cat toying with its prey. "You don't actually think you can trap me, do you?"
"If we're talking about knowledge in this area, you should respectfully address me as your ancestor."
The next instant, a demonic aura enveloped in deep blue light descended, slicing down like a sharp blade. The man in black only saw the intense killing intent, followed by a tearing pain in his neck. Blood splattered, and he fell from the giant beast like a puppet with broken strings, plunging into the depths of the crevice.
Ya Feiyu didn't care about the life or death of an insignificant person. He suppressed his smile and looked at the deformed behemoth. The monster, as large as a mountain, was now whimpering in fear, almost a sign of weakness. Its sharp eyes no longer looked at people with the predatory gaze of a hunter. Ya Feiyu was quite satisfied with the monster's pragmatism. He nodded slightly, and although he was smiling, his tone was cold and ruthless: "Give me your soul."
The giant beast seemed reluctant, offering a slight resistance and letting out a soft whimper: "Woo-woo..."
Ya Feiyu's gaze turned cold: "If you want to experience the feeling of your soul being scattered, I can grant your wish."
The giant beast was completely stunned and dared not make a sound. It let out a pitiful whimper. A golden light flashed by, and the giant beast instantly turned into countless points of light of different colors, falling into Ya Feiyu's palm. Ya Feiyu then enveloped it with demonic energy and stored it in his sea of consciousness.
After doing all this, he landed on the ground, meeting Tantai Yue's stunned gaze and the shocked eyes of a group of disciples and cultivators behind the wide-open doors of the Demon Suppression Tower.
Ya Feiyu glanced past Tantai Yue and swept his gaze over the crowd. Among them were people dressed in the attire of disciples from other sects. It seemed that the commotion had been so great that it had attracted people from other sects as well.
It's unclear how much they've seen. But regardless, Ya Feiyu is certain they won't drop the warrant for his arrest because of this; the demonic energy emanating from him is the best proof that he's "colluding with the demons."
So he looked away and gave Tantai Yue a nonchalant smile. He noticed the latter instinctively shrinking back in fear and found it amusing.
"Since everyone is gathered here, I, Ya, will not say anything more."
He picked up an ancient book covered in dust from the ground, brushed off the dust, and said with a faint smile, "The Qing Shen Music Score, I will accept it."
"And I hope that Pavilion Master Tantai can manage his sect properly. It's not a good habit to have a lack of successors."
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