Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Conspiracy Begins to Emerge
Her long eyelashes drooped, concealing the turbulent thoughts in Ya Feiyu's eyes.
He couldn't deny the black-robed man's words, nor had he considered doing so. What concerned him more were the other pieces of information revealed in the man's words. Ya Feiyu lifted his eyelids, his silver eyes fixed intently on him, "What did you do to my avatar?"
The intense pain emanating from his mind was telling him that his avatar was experiencing unspeakable suffering.
In order to enable communication between the souls of the two bodies, he deliberately severed a piece of his own soul to create this avatar, and the tragic consequences were now laid bare. Without this factor, he might have been able to find a way to break Sikong Yuexia's restriction, but now he couldn't even concentrate on thinking.
"Naturally, we'll capture it for research." The man in black robes didn't hide anything. He raised the corner of his mouth and said mockingly, "Judging from your reaction, that avatar seems to be connected to your original body?"
He showed no sign of restraint, and Ya Feiyu instantly understood what he intended to do. Ya Feiyu gritted her teeth, "You won't be able to turn my avatar into your puppet."
Demonic magic is all forbidden art that disregards human ethics. One of them is to refine a living person into a sentient corpse, and then inject a little of one's own demonic energy into the corpse, making it a puppet under one's control.
That avatar had no spiritual power and was extremely fragile. If a man wanted to refine it, it would be effortless.
If it were just this, Ya Feiyu wouldn't panic. After all, even with the enhancement of a demonic cultivator, a puppet refined from a mortal body wouldn't surpass the strength of a lowly cultivator in the early Foundation Establishment stage. However, the avatar and the original body influence each other; if the avatar were refined into a puppet, Ya Feiyu himself would also be affected accordingly.
He still has a Blood Jade Demon Pearl inside him, ready to activate at any moment. If it is stimulated like this, the consequences will be unimaginable.
He finally understood the connection, and his face turned extremely pale. But it was all his own fault; he had only himself to blame, and there was no one else to complain about. Ya Feiyu lowered his head. Having been suspended for so long, his limbs were gradually becoming weak and his breathing rapid. "I won't let you succeed..."
"Oh? So what do you plan to do?" The man in black robes smiled, certain that he had no room to resist. With a wave of his hand, demonic energy carried the avatar that looked exactly like his original body over. The mortal body was thrown to the ground without any pity. The sharp pain in his body was also transmitted to Ya Feiyu, and both bodies showed pale expressions.
"You may use your soul to control this body," the man laughed, grabbing the avatar's hair and forcefully pulling his head up, his face full of mockery. "But what can you do? So weak and pathetic, without any weapons, he has no cultivation, and can't even summon your natal divine weapon..."
He summoned demonic energy, which coiled around the avatar's slender neck. Then, he leaned down, his ear close to the avatar's, his gaze fixed on Ya Feiyu's true form. He deliberately lowered his hoarse voice, speaking softly and gently, like a lover's whisper: "Look, he's like a fragile little ant now, easily crushed by me. Whether it's him or you, your fate is in my hands. What right do you have to resist me? With your little disciple who's so weak he can't even kill a small demon?"
The demonic energy brought an intense chill and a suffocating feeling, making it difficult for Ya Feiyu to breathe. His already pale face drained of color, and he narrowed his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly, his voice hoarse: "Who told you I was going to defeat you?"
The man was stunned for a moment. The next instant, a sharp sword light brushed past his ear. He managed to retreat in time, but several strands of his hair were also cut off. Ya Feiyu's soul was attached to the avatar, and light condensed in his palm, briefly summoning his natal divine sword.
"Fortunately, I anticipated this and cast a spell on my avatar to prevent such a situation from happening." The avatar spoke, stroking the cold sword blade, and said, "You demons have always been arrogant and conceited. Two of you didn't even notice my spell."
A look of panic flashed across the man's face, but it was fleeting. He arrogantly said, "Is that so? Even if you cast a spell on your avatar, it is still weak and cannot shake our existence. What you are doing is nothing but a death throes."
"Heh." He only let out a cold laugh that sounded like mockery.
The man stared intently at him, a sense of foreboding rising within him. He saw Ya Feiyu turn his sword, pressing the blade against the avatar's throat, the blade sinking deeper and deeper until a crimson bloodstain appeared.
Ya Feiyu's eyes flashed with cold light: "Who told you I had thought about dealing with you?"
The man then realized what Ya Feiyu was about to do. He stared in astonishment, his eyes wide, before he could even stop her.
Having wielded a sword for many years, Ya Feiyu's sword-wielding posture was extremely elegant. Even now, with the sword pointed at his own throat, he showed no sign of panic at the prospect of death. Instead, he curled his lips into a smile, full of arrogant confidence.
In his past and present lives, he was a genius who was above all others in both lives. Even now, as an elder, this deep-seated arrogance is still etched into his very bones.
He was also exceptionally confident.
Every move he makes is destined to succeed.
The sword seemed to gently brush past his neck, nimbly gliding away, and blood splattered.
The light that had been gathered in the avatar's hand dissipated, and the mortal body collapsed weakly like a kite with a broken string.
The man watched all of this with horror in his heart.
The connection between the avatar and the original body can only be broken when the avatar dies. However, the death of the avatar will also cause the original body immense pain, which is why he is so confident that Ya Feiyu would not do anything to harm himself.
But he never expected that this madman would actually choose to point the sword tip at him.
He was almost bewildered. When he looked up and met Ya Feiyu's gaze, he realized that the man's eyes were full of condescending sarcasm.
The purpose of creating an avatar is to facilitate actions. However, at this moment, the avatar has become a burden and is no longer necessary. As long as the avatar dies and the soul returns to its place, Sikong Yue's restriction will no longer be a big deal for him. It is a trivial skill that can be easily broken.
Even the moment of his transformation shattering was extremely painful for him.
However, he didn't care about the process in order to achieve ultimate success.
As his soul returned to its place, a cold glint flashed in Ya Feiyu's eyes. The black-robed man sensed something keenly, summoning demonic energy to block the attack, and in doing so, pulling Sikong Yue behind him as well. The restraints that had been binding his limbs shattered under the impact of the spiritual energy, and Sikong Yue's face turned pale as he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of thick, black blood.
Ya Feiyu raised his hand to summon his sword, his hair moving without wind. He closed his eyes, and a silver mark appeared on his forehead.
For the strongest person in the world, there are naturally many idle people in the cultivation world who fabricate legends about him. Among them, the most widely circulated is about Ya Feiyu's strange eyes. Some say that Ya Feiyu is blind in both eyes and cannot see, but he can perceive his surroundings with powerful divine sense.
When he closes his eyes during battle, it is a sign that he is using all his strength.
However, the truth is that Ya Feiyu is not blind, but just has slightly poor eyesight. Although this rumor is widespread, few people believe it.
Now, the man suddenly realized—everyone says rumors are half true and half false, but the truth lies precisely in Ya Feiyu's "closing his eyes".
The pitch-black cave was illuminated by the chilling light emanating from the Danqing Sword. In that instant, countless streams of spiritual energy surged around Ya Feiyu. He slowly took a step, and the earth shook, cracking open countless fissures in the ground.
And this is merely the tip of the iceberg of his strength as a powerful being in the Tribulation Transcending stage.
Gravel began to fall into the cave, threatening to cause it to collapse. Now was no longer a good time to linger. The man snapped out of his daze, quickly transforming into a cloud of mist and departing with Sikong Yue.
After the two left, the concentration of demonic energy decreased.
Ya Feiyu slowly opened his eyes, his silver pupils still brimming with lingering killing intent. His long eyelashes trembled slightly as he opened his eyes, a flash of white light passing through them.
He lowered his gaze and scanned his surroundings.
Ah, the incarnated corpse has disappeared.
Were they taken away?
He stared in the direction the man had left, his gaze gradually darkening.
They're just a bunch of little mice, yet they dare to run wild in front of him like this.
He gripped the hilt of the Danqing sword, and the divine sword, sensing its master's killing intent, trembled with excitement. Ya Feiyu paused slightly, then released his grip, and the sword transformed into streaks of golden light, slowly dissipating.
There's no point in pursuing it further. It's just that he was too careless at the time and didn't notice whether the corpse was still there, which allowed that cunning demon to take advantage of the situation.
However, since the avatar is dead, even if one wanted to refine it into a puppet, the process would be more complicated. After all, a living puppet is much more useful than a dead one, and to refine a puppet, one must first revive the avatar.
However, according to Ya Feiyu's speculation, the man in black robes probably didn't have the strength to perform another life-reversal technique. Sikong Yue's resurrection was probably entirely due to him. Having already paid a huge price, he probably wouldn't be able to forcibly resurrect someone in a short time.
Moreover, fundamentally, the man's purpose in refining the puppet with his avatar was to influence his true form through the avatar. But now that the avatar is dead and its soul has returned to its original place, even if the man painstakingly resurrected his avatar, the two souls are now separated, and it can no longer influence him.
Therefore, it can be largely ruled out that the man captured his avatar in order to refine a living puppet.
But since the avatar is no longer useful, why did he take him away...?
There are simply too many forbidden techniques of the demon race. Even in his previous life as a fallen demon, Ya Feiyu had not been able to fathom their mysteries and did not know what the man's true purpose was.
But whatever it is... he will stop him from using his avatar to do whatever he wants.
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