Chapter 104: The Ancient Demons of This Land Lack Manners

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation       Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“If I were to act cowardly, it would damage my Dao heart and be unfair to my sister, so I cannot do such a thing.”

He waved his hand, and a gray mist appeared, forming a portal floating in the air, “Please follow me, sister. Fighting outside might destroy this beautiful palace.”

After speaking, he entered the portal, and after a moment’s hesitation, Gu Li followed.

An hour later.

Two figures fell from the portal, both bloodied and heavily injured.

Gu Li staggered a few steps, her skin reddened to the point of almost bursting. She had to lean on her mystical weapon to stand.

Gu Yuan, however, collapsed to the ground, blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

“I lost… Cough cough… Sister, you are truly formidable.” Gu Yuan coughed up blood. “Kill me and take the bloodline.”

“…Must it be this way?

Gu Li gasped for breath.

Her condition was dire. The eight secondary bloodlines were too vigorous, accelerating the conflict within, leading to signs of bodily disintegration.

Despite this, she did not move to kill Gu Yuan.

“This was Father Emperor’s arrangement… If possible, I truly didn’t want to be the Emperor’s son…”

Gu Yuan forced a smile, his teeth stained red with blood.

“Hmm… Maybe I can try?”

Lu Xuan, standing aside, blinked.

Everyone turned to look at him.

Lu Xuan pondered for a moment:

“I have some understanding of bloodline arts, but this is my first time seeing a living ancient demon…”

“Senior, can you extract the Demon Emperor’s bloodline from my brother’s body?”

Gu Li’s eyes brightened.

She disliked killing and her temperament was different from her other siblings.

The more bloodlines she fused, the more she felt a bond stemming from their source.

Killing Gu Yuan by her own hand was something Gu Li found hard to accept.

“It depends on the person involved,” Lu Xuan said, indicating Gu Yuan.

His fourth disciple was a natural-born Holy Spirit. To cultivate her, Lu Xuan had studied the bloodline arts of different races.

“Please save me, sir…”

After a long silence, Gu Yuan straightened up and bowed.

“Alright.’

Lu Xuan nodded, “Stretch out your hand and let me have a look… It might hurt a bit, but just endure it.”

“It’s just some pain.”

Gu Yuan extended his arm and instructed, “Sir, please proceed boldly. I won’t shout, so as not to disturb you.”

“You’re brave then.”

Lu Xuan smiled and placed his hand on Gu Yuan’s wrist.

The next moment.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Pig-like screams echoed throughout the palace.

In the space of the Immortal Tomb.

Around a bronze table, figures appeared.

This time, only eleven bronze lamps were burning, and an empty seat appeared at the end of the table.

“Shebi Shi is dead.”

The person with the black scale mask spoke.

“Gong Gong, what happened?”

Xuan Ming asked.

Half a month ago, Gong Gong and Shebi Shi were tasked with assassinating Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu.

Now, only Gong Gong returned, while Shebi Shi had fallen outside.

“The target had a contingency plan, the mission failed.”

Nangong Xuan replied.

“What contingency?”

Tian Wu asked.

“…Ji Lingchen’s Demon Suppression Sword Qi.” Nangong Xuan recalled what Lu Xuan had told her.

“How did you survive?”

Di Jiang was skeptical.

“Shebi Shi thought I was too weak, so he didn’t let me enter the battle, fearing I’d drag him down.”

Nangong Xuan said calmly.

“I think he was afraid of sharing that thousand years of lifespan.”

Ju Mang sneered, “He accepted the mandate but was worried about the Immortal Tomb’s reassignment of rewards.”

“After all, that’s a thousand years of lifespan, and that old man was nearing his end,” HouTu added.

“What was Shebi Shi’s real identity?”

Yan Zi was curious.

“The Blood Sea Ancestor.”

Nangong Xuan answered briefly.

The atmosphere tensed for a moment, then Yan Zi sighed, “He truly was a significant figure. ”

A once-famous demon in the Northern Plains and the only person who escaped from Ji Lingchen on the night of the Blood God Sect’s annihilation.

“What was his cultivation level?”

Hou Tu inquired.

Nangong Xuan pondered, “Judging from the displayed strength… Peak of the Integrated Body stage.”

Lu Xuan, wanting to continue fishing for information, had asked Nangong Xuan not to overstate their strength in her report.

“Wasn’t the Blood Sea Ancestor a Transcendent Stage cultivator two thousand years ago?”

Yan Zi felt something was amiss.

“Two thousand years have passed, and instead of advancing, his cultivation regressed. And he still calls himself a demon giant.”

Ju Mang scoffed.

“Have you two considered who he escaped from that year?”

Hou Tu glanced at them:

“Apart from the head of the Archean Eon World’s sects, apart from that one from the Dushi Sword Sect, who dares to say they can withstand a sword strike from Ji Lingchen?”

Yan Zi shut his mouth.

Ju Mang huffed.

Everyone fell silent.

It made sense.

On the night of the Blood God Sect’s annihilation, the Blood Sea Ancestor likely suffered a foundational injury and lost his leak-free body when escaping from Ji Lingchen.

Though he saved his life wheel, his cultivation had been declining over the years.

“The Sword Qi Ji Lingchen left in him is also consumable. It’s easy for him to strike with it, but difficult to store and preserve.” Xuan Ming said, “No need to panic over this.”

“Should we still target these two?” Nangong Xuan asked.

“Let’s put it aside for a while.”

Di Jiang suggested, “We shouldn’t make any big moves right now. Let’s see what the organization behind them is planning.”

“This…”

Nangong Xuan felt a bit disappointed.

“Observe and recuperate. I agree.”

Ju Mang said.

“By the next meeting, a new Shebi Shi should emerge.”

Xuan Ming looked at the empty seat:

“If anyone has personal matters needing assistance, they can bring them up next time.”

This was another function of the Immortal Tomb space.

“Agreed.”

“Agreed.”

“Agreed.”