Chapter 475: Chapter 5: Tribulation Sea Old Demon
"Senior Brother."
The female Demon Cultivator stumbled out of their master’s room, her face pale. She looked completely drained of her Essence Qi.
Their master, on a whim, had demanded she attend to him. He was insatiable during the Absorption and Replenishment, and every time she emerged, her Vitality was severely damaged. Her only recourse was to beg her Senior Brother to transfer some of his Yang Qi to her.
But today, as she reached to unfasten her Senior Brother’s collar, he grabbed her hand.
"Junior Sister, not so fast,"
the bald, burly man said.
A look of grievance instantly filled the female Cultivator’s eyes.
"It seems Senior Brother has grown tired of my sullied body."
"Junior Sister, I..."
The bald, burly man was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly spat a mouthful of Demonic Qi into her face.
The female Cultivator’s Cultivation was only at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment. Already weakened from the recent Absorption and Replenishment and with her Vitality greatly diminished, she had no way to resist the Nine Illusion Mirage Demon Qi. She was instantly ensnared and fell into a Maze Realm.
Yang Jing, still in his Fetal Transformation into an Alien Form guise as the bald man, tossed the female Cultivator to the ground in disgust and asked:
"My dear Junior Sister, how much longer until the Xuyu Coral matures?"
Completely unaware that anything was amiss, the female Cultivator lay on the ground and said with a coy twist:
"Senior Brother, why are you in such a hurry? The Xuyu Coral won’t mature for another seven years. We can enjoy ourselves in this undersea Spiritual Acupoint for seven more happy years."
Yang Jing’s brow twitched. If the Xuyu Coral were only three or four months from maturing, he could afford to wait. But seven years? The risk of something going wrong was too great.
After all, this was a priceless Life-Extending Spiritual Object. The Nascent Soul Cultivator who owned it would never be completely at ease just because a single Golden Core Cultivator was standing guard.
"Sigh... I’ve been tossing and turning these past couple of days, unable to sleep. This Xuyu Coral is the Ancestor’s top priority. If we mess this up, I’m afraid there won’t even be a place to bury our bodies."
Yang Jing guided her with his words.
"Hee hee, Senior Brother, has my Absorption and Replenishment made you muddle-headed? Never mind that this place is protected by the Tier Three Seven Demons Absolute Evil Array, which the Celestial Demons in the Demon Realm can’t possibly detect. Besides, doesn’t Master have a Star Demon Split Body Talisman? With the slightest disturbance, he can activate it and summon the Tribulation Sea Ancestor."
The female Cultivator’s face was flushed as she spoke with feigned coyness.
Yang Jing’s eyes darted about as he asked for more details about the Xuyu Coral and their master.
Only now did he learn that the Xuyu Coral was the private property of the Tribulation Sea Old Demon, an Elder of the Southern Demon Sect. After discovering this Spiritual Acupoint and the Xuyu Coral within, the Tribulation Sea Old Demon had kept it a secret. He quietly set up the Seven Demons Absolute Evil Array in the Spiritual Acupoint to seal it off from the outside world. He then spent a fortune to commission a Magical Treasure from the Central Continent called the Nine-Beaded Crystal Shield, which he placed over the Xuyu Coral to supply it with Spiritual Mechanism.
For centuries, the Tribulation Sea Old Demon had thoroughly researched how to transplant the Xuyu Coral. However, the internal strife and backstabbing within the Demon Sect far surpassed that of the Righteous Dao. If he moved it elsewhere, the prying eyes of the other Nascent Soul Elders would inevitably discover it.
So, the Tribulation Sea Old Demon simply left the Xuyu Coral in this Spiritual Acupoint and assigned his most trusted disciple, Wu Chan, to guard it.
Upon learning this, Yang Jing’s heart leaped with joy. ’It seems I can transplant the Xuyu Coral into my Inner World after all,’ he thought.
’The only problem is that Star Demon Split Body Talisman,’ he mused.
He asked the female Cultivator what kind of Talisman the Star Demon Split Body Talisman was.
It was a secret Tier Four Spirit Talisman from the Southern Demon Sect. The Talisman was split into a Yang Talisman and a Yin Talisman. The holder of the Yang Talisman could sense the location and aura fluctuations of the Yin Talisman’s holder at any time.
If Wu Chan encountered danger, he could directly activate the Yin Talisman. The Tribulation Sea Ancestor could then instantly channel a portion of his Magical Power into his disciple, Wu Chan, transforming him into a temporary avatar. Through this avatar, he could cast various kinds of Magic, his combat power far exceeding that of a Golden Core.
Although Yang Jing was confident that his array of skills and Divine Techniques made him unafraid of any Golden Core Cultivator, he wasn’t arrogant enough to think he could engage in Magical Combat with a Nascent Soul Avatar.
He looked down at the female Cultivator, still trapped in the Nine Illusion Mirage Demon Qi Illusion Realm. He formed a hand seal, and with a shift, he transformed into her exact likeness. Then, using his Magical Power, he moved the real female Cultivator aside, placing her next to the bald Demon Cultivator. He had his disciples, Iron Head and Yinjiao, stand guard over them.
’These two Foundation Establishment Cultivators must have their Soul Tokens stored at the Southern Demon Sect,’ Yang Jing considered. ’And they might even have other wards from the Tribulation Sea Old Demon placed on them. If I kill them rashly, the Tribulation Sea Old Demon will be alerted immediately.’
Gazing at Wu Chan’s Cave Mansion ahead, Yang Jing adopted the female Cultivator’s previously weakened aura and walked inside.
As a disciple deeply trusted by the Tribulation Sea Old Demon, Wu Chan had been sent to this godforsaken deep-sea Spiritual Acupoint. The Tribulation Sea Old Demon had naturally compensated him. The Cave Mansion alone was opulent, with walls of gold and jade, bricks of agate, winding corridors, and upturned eaves like pecking birds.
Countless exquisitely dressed Enchanting Demons with cloud-like hair frolicked among the pavilions, their silver-bell-like laughter echoing from time to time.
When they saw the female Cultivator that Yang Jing had transformed into, they all looked on with amusement, jeering and mocking her.
He cautiously stepped through layers of curtains and saw Wu Chan frolicking with several Enchanting Demons.
Wu Chan was short, only about four feet tall. Even on his tiptoes, he could barely reach the shoulders of the Enchanting Demons. Although he wore a large fur cloak, it held no air of majesty and only served to accentuate his small stature.
"Master."
Yang Jing pinched his throat, imitating her soft, seductive voice.
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