“That was a hundred years ago; his eyes and the tattoo on his forehead, there’s no mistake.”
Furthermore, the aura emanating from that person was so powerful that even the five Nascent Soul stage cultivators working together couldn't withstand it. Needless to say, the others instinctively used their spiritual power to block it when the aura descended. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, their spiritual power was depleted, and they haven't been able to recover yet. They can't fly back to their sect on their swords and can only stay in the ruins of Yan Dan Sect to recuperate for the time being.
Han Zhao and Qiu Qingxue were the most severely injured, and the man's oppressive aura seemed to be deliberately targeting them.
The news that the Demon Lord had awakened, concealed his identity, infiltrated the Yan Dan Sect, and stolen the sacred artifact had already been relayed back to the sect. Han Zhao, having regained some strength, slowly opened his eyes and looked around, asking, "Where is Rong Yu?"
"Master Rongyu is seriously injured, with demonic energy entering his body. He has returned to his sect for seclusion."
Han Zhao frowned.
At that time, they were filled with fear and trepidation, but Rong Yu was unaffected by the Demon Lord's pressure and confronted him. The Demon Lord's astonishing actions were astonishing. He made such intimate gestures with people in public, and Rong Yu, as the passive one, was not mocked by anyone.
If it weren't for him, they might all have died there.
Looking at Rong Yu's expression afterwards, his face was flushed, and the veins on his forehead and the back of his hands were bulging, clearly indicating that he was furious. He was not acting voluntarily, but was simply targeted by the biggest demon in the demon realm. It was hard to tell whether he was lucky or unlucky!
Han Zhao gave an ambiguous snort, took out a pill from his storage artifact and swallowed it, only then did a little color return to his face.
Meanwhile, the person who had been severely injured by demonic energy and returned to the sect was sitting in his room on Shangxu Peak, holding a jade bracelet and lost in thought.
Shangxu Peak is the central peak among the peaks within the Tianzhi Sect. It is the residence of the sect leader, and Rong Yu has lived here ever since he joined the sect.
He was not particular about his lodgings. His room was simply furnished. He sat cross-legged on the thousand-year-old cold jade bed, with the Drunken Shadow Sword standing beside him. However, he was unwilling to be confined to the scabbard. The sword moved slightly, and blood energy swirled around it, making a clear, ringing sound in the room.
Someone entered the room at some point. Rong Yu snapped out of his daze, put the jade bracelet back into his sleeve, stood up and bowed, saying, "Sect Master."
The newcomer was dressed in white, his snow-white hair blending seamlessly with his silk robes. If he were among the clouds, even the best invisibility techniques would not be able to match him.
Yan Lie, the sect leader of Tianzhi Sect, had white hair and a youthful face. He tied his hair up with a wooden hairpin. He stood in front of Rong Yu and waved his hand to signal him to get up. "I told you before, there are only the two of us, master and disciple, on this peak. You don't need to follow the rules of etiquette everywhere."
Rong Yu replied, "Yes."
Yan Lie smiled, his gaze pausing slightly when it fell on the trembling Drunken Shadow Sword: "You drew your sword?"
Rong Yu nodded: "The formation set up by Yan Dan Sect is somewhat troublesome, so we had no choice but to do it."
Yan Lie raised his hand and covered the sword. After a moment, the sword's hum gradually subsided. He withdrew his hand and said, "This sword has extremely heavy blood energy, which can easily backfire on the user. It's best to use it sparingly unless absolutely necessary."
"……yes."
"I already know about the Demon Lord's appearance at Yan Dan Sect. You don't need to worry about this anymore. If you can refine the blood energy entering your body, it will also help your cultivation."
Rong Yu tightened his grip on his hands, but still nodded: "This disciple will enter Qingyin Cave for seclusion tomorrow."
Yan Lie nodded in satisfaction: "It's good that you know your limits."
"..."
After watching the sect leader leave his residence, Rong Yu sat down again. He raised his hand slightly, and the Drunken Shadow Sword was cold to the touch, no longer emitting the scorching heat it had when it was corroding his body. He had been a step too slow and hadn't even seen the person's departing figure clearly.
He couldn't help but purse his lips, a sharp pain shooting through his lower lip. He gently touched it with his fingertips; the wound could heal easily, but he couldn't bear to let it disappear. The warmth that person had left on his lips was still vivid in his mind.
After this parting, I'm afraid we won't see each other again for a while.
With his Drunken Shadow Sword half an inch unsheathed, revealing its blood-red blade, Rong Yu's suppressed blood energy ceased to surge forth. After staring at it for a moment, he sheathed the sword, stood up, and walked out of the room.
Not long after this person went into seclusion, Geng Qi had already returned to the Demon Palace.
Those who returned to the Demon Palace deeply understood the saying: "After the calm comes the storm."
"Sure, did you have a lot of fun on this trip?"
Leng Ning Shuang stood with one hand on her hip, dangling a piece of red silk in her hand, looking at the two people sitting upright in the Zi Ming Palace with a forced smile... and a scorpion.
They've been sitting here being lectured for almost an hour since they got back.
Geng Qi leaned back, picked at his ear, and said, "Isn't that why I'm back?"
"You still dare to talk! With you gone, the Demon Palace is almost empty. Have you considered the consequences if the major sects invade the Demon Realm again at this time? You all just dump everything on me. Are you the Demon Lord or am I the Demon Lord?"
"Wait!" Geng Qi interrupted her, "I didn't take the scorpion out!"
Jie Beiying: "..."
Leng Ning Shuang was taken aback, then suddenly widened her eyes: "If you don't take Qing Han with you, how can he go out with you?!"
The sound that exploded in his ears startled Geng Qi, making him shrink back.
He just couldn't understand why such a hot-tempered girl with a hot body would have such a chilling name as Leng Ning Shuang (Cold Frost)!
Just as she was inwardly grumbling, Leng Ning Shuang suddenly let out a long sigh, as if she had gotten tired of cursing. She put away the silk and sat up straight, sighing, "It's true what they say, once a son grows up, he's no longer under his mother's control!"
Geng Qi immediately replied, "I have no mother."
Leng Ningshuang said matter-of-factly, "A wet nurse is also a mother!"
"I came from an egg, I don't drink 'milk'!"
"You... brat, say it again... huh?"
She suddenly reached out, and Geng Qi instinctively dodged. Leng Ning Shuang's eyes flickered, her gaze falling on the hairpin on his head. She grabbed it and said, "This thing..."
Geng Qi was startled, "Give it back to me!"
Leng Ning Shuang's eyes darkened as she dodged his hand that tried to snatch the item: "Where did you get this?"
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