DDT - Chapter 170

Chapter 170: Immortal Venerable × Meow Meow Cat (25)

The moment the golden light appeared, it nearly blinded Yun Qian. Half of the demonic needles formed from condensed demonic qi were swallowed by the light and vanished without a trace. The remaining half were actually deflected by the golden barrier, shooting back along their original path toward Yun Qian, who had created them.

It all happened so suddenly that Yun Qian froze for a moment. The foremost demonic needle grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody gash. Fortunately, as the prince of the Demon Realm, Yun Qian’s abilities were top-notch. After the initial shock, his body reacted instinctively, flashing through the air to evade the ferocious barrage of needles.

In just a few breaths, the golden light on the ground dissipated. The black cat demon was still sitting calmly in the same spot. Chi Junluo extended a paw to groom the fur on her body, which had been ruffled by the clash of spiritual and demonic qi. She didn’t even deign to give the astonished Demon Prince, Yun Qian, who was hovering in mid-air, a second glance.

Only then did Yun Qian set aside his playful attitude and study the little black demon with surprise. This was not what he had expected.

As the prince of the Demon Realm, Yun Qian had spent more than enough time in the human and cultivation realms. The forces he had secretly established spanned the entire Nine Nether Profound Sky, and he had even planted many subordinates within the Xianyuan Sect. He considered himself to have a deep understanding of the spiritual beasts, demons, and humans on this continent. Logically, a young demon who had just been born shouldn’t have been able to withstand even a single ordinary attack of his demonic qi. He had condensed the demonic qi into needles merely to savor the pleasure of torment.

He never imagined that this cub, which looked like a black cat demon—a species long extinct in the human realm—would possess such formidable power!

Yun Qian temporarily stayed his hand, weighing how to deal with this strange demon.

Not far from the two, behind a large tree, the gray-cloaked man smugly retracted the gray mist that had seeped out of his body due to his excitement. No one in the three realms knew that the little black thing before them, which resembled a cat demon, was the greatest treasure in the world. Several hundred years ago, he, Old Ghost, had been just an ordinary Spirit Transformation stage cultivator. Because the techniques he cultivated were too taboo, he had always been ostracized by the cultivation and human realms, living as a rogue cultivator. Having been stuck at the Spirit Transformation stage for thousands of years, his lifespan was nearing its end. If he didn’t find an opportunity to break through his bottleneck soon, he would turn into a pile of withered bones in less than two hundred years, his soul scattered, vanishing from the world.

Just as he was on the brink of despair, he accidentally stumbled into the ruins of the Nine-Tailed Divine Beast clan, which had been wiped out and plundered a thousand years ago. The existence of ancient divine beasts was a secret, unknown to humans or demons. Even the distantly related demon race only knew of their existence but not their whereabouts. A thousand years ago, the Nine-Tailed Cat divine beast clan had been mercilessly slaughtered by a formidable force of human cultivators. Those powerful cultivators had plundered nearly all the divine beasts’ treasures, treating the place merely as an ancient demon clan’s treasure trove.

When he found the ruins, he quickly used his years of experience to discover the differences between this site and ordinary demon ruins. Based on the skeletons left behind from the great battle, he deduced that this must be the legendary ruins of the Nine-Tailed Cat divine beast clan. Using the skeletons in the ruins, he discovered that the ancient Soul Refining Forbidden Curse he had obtained long ago in the Demon Realm could now be activated. The only side effect was that his own body began to demonize. After all, it was a forbidden curse of the Demon Race, a heretical technique in the eyes of the righteous path. However, compared to utter annihilation, he didn't care in the least about being assimilated into the Demon Race. As long as he broke through, his lifespan would increase, and he would have the chance to obtain even greater power and ascend to the Upper Realm.

Since the ruins only contained remains, he could only refine the bones with the forbidden curse, and the effect was less than ideal. But heaven never seals all exits. Not long ago, the cultivator, who had already become half-demon after refining a skeleton, suddenly discovered that a small black demon had entered the lifeless ruins.

The little demon looked frail and weak. He was about to wave his hand to eliminate this clueless little thing and continue refining the divine beast skeletons. But unexpectedly, in the next second, the little black demon’s body expanded violently. The pressure of an ancient divine beast’s descendant erupted, and the spiritual power of a peak Mahayana stage cultivator, transcending all ranks, radiated from the now enormous nine-tailed divine beast, washing over the ruins again and again.

This was a living, breathing nine-tailed ancient divine beast! So this was how magnificent a divine beast with flesh, blood, and bone truly was. This divine beast’s strength was greater than his. In the past, if he had encountered such a powerful opponent, he would have avoided a direct confrontation and fled long ago. But times were different. Although it was dangerous, this was a great opportunity he could not miss! With the ancient Soul Refining Forbidden Curse in hand, he only needed to act cautiously, and he would surely succeed!

The divine beast seemed to have just suffered a severe injury and looked extremely weary. It lay in the central square of the ruins, letting out sorrowful low roars from its throat, tears actually streaming from its deep blue eyes.

He was an expert at breaking down psychological defenses. A creature in such a turbulent and vulnerable state of mind had truly delivered itself to his doorstep.

Though seemingly powerful, the divine beast, in its mental turmoil, couldn't withstand a mere illusion, despite its high cultivation.

He set up the ancient Soul Refining Forbidden Curse next to the divine beast, which was lost in a beautiful illusion of its memories, and activated it with demonic qi. Soon, the defenseless divine beast’s cultivation began to decline bit by bit. The flames of the forbidden curse ignited on its soul, and the refined soul power surged into the cultivator’s already demonizing body. The immense power ravaged and repaired the cultivator’s body. The heaven-defying forbidden curse extracted the divine beast’s soul and life force, and the cultivator completed his demonization under the influence of the demonic curse. He had completely become a demon. The divine beast’s immense power allowed him to break through two major stages consecutively, directly entering the highest and final rank of the three realms: the Tribulation Crossing stage.

The divine beast remained lost in the illusion, seemingly having given up all resistance. The Soul Refining Forbidden Curse had only refined a portion of the divine beast’s soul and cultivation; a peak Mahayana stage divine beast couldn't be fully refined in a short time. The newly-born demon, Old Ghost, locked the dying divine beast deep within the ruins’ dungeon, refining it once a day and beginning preparations to turn it into a powerful puppet. He wanted not only the divine beast’s cultivation and soul power, but also for it to become his sharpest blade.

Not far in front of him, a Demon Prince and the recently escaped divine beast were trading skills back and forth in a silent exchange. The forceful winds from the clash of demonic and spiritual qi blew the nearby grass and trees into disarray. Old Ghost’s eyes watched the divine beast’s agile body with obsession, a strange grin spreading across his lips. He was about to ascend to the Upper Realm; he was just one final step away!

He could sense that the divine beast before him currently only had the strength of the Nascent Soul stage. The fight between the two was nothing more than a childish game in his eyes, posing no threat. He had finally found the divine beast that had snuck away, and this time, he wouldn't be so courteous.

Seeing that the two little ones were endlessly scratching at each other, the gray-cloaked Old Ghost didn't want to wait any longer. Every extra second could bring a new variable. He would only feel at ease once all the power was firmly in his grasp!

Chi Junluo was casually dealing with this world’s bargain-bin male lead. The two went back and forth, each probing the other, neither having yet used their ultimate skills.

Soon, Chi Junluo and Yun Qian quickly exchanged another skill. Before the demon and the cat could stabilize themselves in the air, a gray, hazy demonic qi, carrying the supreme pressure of the Tribulation Crossing stage, swept out from the previously quiet woods nearby, blanketing the sky.

Relying on the incredibly agile body of the divine beast in this world, the moment Chi Junluo sensed the danger, she used her spiritual qi to swiftly dodge backward in mid-air, evading the ferocious attack.

As the prince of the Demon Realm, Yun Qian was certainly no pushover. Moreover, the sneak attack came from demonic qi of the same origin. He hastily retreated, avoiding the brunt of the attack.

The two stabilized themselves in the air, readying their defenses as they simultaneously looked toward the interloper.

The gray-cloaked figure, enveloped in a thick gray mist, slowly rose into the air. Perhaps to showcase his profound cultivation and his difference from other great powers, a dense haze continuously emanated from the cloaked figure, soon covering the entire sky and shrouding this small corner of the world in gray. To set the mood, the cloaked figure even let out a sinister "Jie-jie-jie" cackle.

Chi Junluo drifted toward the center of the shrouded space, afraid that her clean, beautiful, and glossy black fur would be sullied by that filthy-looking haze.

The Demon Prince, Yun Qian, was extremely displeased. Today was supposed to be his show, his chance to properly torture this little cat who had appeared out of nowhere, who didn't know its place and had stolen what he desired. How could he have expected a cultivator who had fallen to the demonic path to ruin his fun?!

Yun Qian attacked immediately. Surging demonic qi transformed into sharp blades that whistled toward the gray-cloaked figure. Even after spending a long time in the Xianyuan Sect and wearing a gentle mask in his dealings with others, it couldn't change the fact that he was a native-born royal of the Demon Race. With no irrelevant outsiders present, he no longer needed to pretend. Seeing the feast of releasing his true nature, which he had so eagerly anticipated, being interrupted by this ignorant cultivator, he absolutely could not swallow this insult. A human cultivator who had fallen to the demonic path was, to put it bluntly, someone who had used improper means to seize another's cultivation or forcefully broken through bottlenecks to elevate their own, all for the purpose of extending their lifespan. They were like those human cultivators who relied on countless precious spiritual medicines in their early stages. Their cultivation soared, but their foundation was unstable and fraught with hidden dangers. The further they progressed, the more likely they were to succumb to qi deviation or self-detonate. A cultivator who had fallen to the demonic path was still fundamentally human in constitution and could not compare to the naturally powerful Demon Race. Even in the Demon Realm, fallen cultivators were the most despised, as bloodline was of utmost importance to demons.

The Demon Prince, Yun Qian, looked down on this kind of demonic cultivator with an inferior bloodline. Even if his cultivation was extremely high, it was likely inflated and couldn't compare to the prodigies of the Demon Race who had fought bloody battles and cultivated steadfastly since childhood. Yun Qian had always been confident. He was determined to teach this blind old fool a good lesson!

Seeing the rain of attacks coming his way, the gray-cloaked figure didn't dodge. He simply continued to float in place, still laughing arrogantly and wildly.

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