Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 131 Peacock Valley_1

A gentle breeze brushed past the mountainside.

A figure suddenly appeared before the smooth rock wall.

Yan Xingkong dragged his numb right leg, clutching hard at his stomach, his entire face still twitching uncontrollably, and just after taking two steps, he spat out another mouthful of blood, "Pu."

He wiped the corner of his mouth, with a look of horror emerging in his eyes.

Back in Tingyang County, Yan Xingkong noticed among the pursuers a very young and unfamiliar face, presumably a demon catcher out on his first mission.

He guessed that the Demon-suppression Bureau thought he was still fooling around, and didn't take the matter seriously at all.

He had been pursued into demon territory, and yet the young man had actually followed.

It was then that Yan Xingkong decided to confront him, to remind the other party that this was a wholly different situation from before. Experience new tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Unexpectedly, as soon as he showed himself, he was hit by a knee strike.

The terrifying force contained within almost made him believe he was up against a Great Demon at the level of Condensation Elixir Completion.

"Good coming! Good coming!"

Recovering from the throbbing pain, Yan Xingkong not only was unfazed but his eyes also revealed a ferocious gleam.

He formed a strange hand spell and then walked directly into the smooth rock wall.

The stone wall rippled, quickly returned to calm, leaving only some crimson bloodstains on the ground as proof that someone had indeed been there.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Three figures came from the base of the mountain one after another, among them two Daoists with puzzled faces, "The presence has disappeared?"

Xiao Qiangwei slightly frowned, not seeing Shen Yi's tracks, then she looked down at the bloodstains on the ground.

She walked over quickly, closing her eyes to feel the aura at her fingertips, then opened her eyes to scan the surroundings, finally resting her gaze on the rock wall in front of her.

She reached out and gently touched it.

The very next moment, her verdant white palm directly penetrated the rock wall.

"An illusion Array?" The Pure Yang Daoist widened his eyes, devoid of any semblance of a lofty sage from Baiyun Temple.

The Qingfeng Daoist instantly looked solemn, an Array that could completely conceal presence was not something ordinary demons could afford; it must belong to a Great Demon passed down through generations.

They were merely chasing after Yan Xingkong, how did they end up in such a place?

He cautiously stepped back and warned, "Lord Xiao, retract your hand quickly. An Array like this, without the corresponding spell, even a slight touch may attract the demon's attention..."

Regaining martial arts was important, but it was not worth risking one's life.

It might well be Yan Xingkong's scheme to deliberately lure them here, wanting to play a trick by using the demon to kill them.

Hearing this, Xiao Qiangwei then looked down at the bloodstains on the ground again.

She didn't believe Yan Xingkong was a match for Shen Yi, but knowing Shen Yi as she did, a man who dared to enter Blackstone Pool, how could he be stopped by a mere rock wall?

With this thought, she suddenly stepped forward into the wall.

"..."

Seeing this, the two old Daoists were somewhat dumbfounded, exchanging a bitter look before gritting their teeth and following her in.

They were all martial artists of the Nascent Pill Realm, and this Lady Xiao, despite being injured, was from Baiyun Temple, which upheld subduing demons as its duty; there was no reason to cower when demonic creatures had stolen their temple's martial arts.

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Secluded Valley was deep and tranquil, and its spring was as clear as jade.

By the spring at the valley bottom stood several wooden huts.

Above on the cliff, Yan Xingkong was sprawled on the ground, his presence concealed to the utmost degree—a skill essential to his role as a bandit leader.

At this moment, his bloodshot eyes were fixated on the windows of the wooden huts below.

His ears twitched slightly as he captured the faint sound of conversation from such a distance.

In the largest wooden hut, an elder clad in white robes sat with eyes closed, exuding an air of immortal grace, the only oddity being the lustrous feathers adorning both sides of his cheeks.

Next to him, an old woman making tea bore feathers on her face as well. With a tone of regret, she said, "Ying Er is too willful, had it not been for the lie about me being in trouble, she wouldn't have come back even to take a glance."

The elder scoffed coldly, "If she weren't willful, how could she have been loafing around with that common soldier outside? Sister, you and I birthed her and raised her but has she ever heeded a word of my advice? Such a daughter, we might as well be rid of."

After speaking, he opened his eyes, "She might not come back, but that Crimson Feather must be returned."

Their clan never intermarried with outsiders.

With a secret method, they maintained the purity of their bloodline, giving birth to only two offspring each generation, one son and one daughter, continuing the cycle generation after generation.

Only in this way could they ensure that every generation could condense the Qinglin and the Crimson Feather.

Kong Ying was destined to unite with her brother, yet she recklessly fled the valley to marry a soldier in Qingzhou, committing a grave transgression that could sever their lineage completely.

The more the elder spoke, the angrier he became, eventually standing up, "I rather feel for my son, having to share a wife with that commoner, it's utterly disgraceful."

At that moment, the old woman suddenly looked outside with puzzlement, "Someone is breaking into the valley?"

With her words, their gazes turned sharp instantly, and moments later, a sinister smile crossed the elder's face, "I was thinking of collecting his head in Qingzhou once I've made a breakthrough. Unexpectedly, the lad is quite sensible, coming here on his own initiative to face death."

"Kong Jing, make sure to keep an eye on your sister. I've heard that young man has remarkable agility," the old woman reminded indifferently.

As her voice fell, the small door of the neighboring wooden hut creaked open.

A young man with a brooding appearance slowly stepped out of the hut. Clad in luxurious feathers, he rolled up his sleeves, his arms covered in blood.

He played with a beautiful Crimson Feather between his fingers and a cruel smile played on his lips, "No need."

Behind him in the hut, a peafowl of considerable size lay on the bed, its stunning feathers dulled, its long tail dragging on the ground, its eyes dull and lifeless, and the large bed stained red with dried blood—it had clearly been dead for some time.

The two elders stepped out of their hut, casting a brief glance in that direction, showing a flicker of surprise but saying nothing more, "Look at you, couldn't you be a little cleaner in your work?"

"My sister served Yan Xingkong in life; I can't afford to be at too much of a disadvantage," Kong Jing replied with a cold gleam in his eye, toying with the fiery Crimson Feather, scorn in his voice, "I heard that in Qingzhou, when Bai Ziming couldn't save someone, they would ask for her help, using our clan's treasures to save the people of the Demon-suppression Bureau, utterly ridiculous."

"No need for anger, I will capture Yan Xingkong for you, and you can have your revenge," the elder said reassuringly.

Standing with hands behind his back, he looked towards the entrance of the valley with a detached gaze.

He was a Great Demon at the Condensation Elixir Completion stage; outside of Qingzhou, unless the Demon-suppression Great General himself came, there was nothing that could shake him.

At the same time.

Xiao Qiangwei and her companions passed through the stone walls, finally beholding the secluded valley akin to a paradise.

But in an instant.

Their expressions changed simultaneously.

Not a trace of demon essence could be felt on the entire mountain, yet the moment they stepped in, they were engulfed by a torrent of it.

Great Demons! And not just one!

The two Daoists swallowed hard, their teeth clenched as they nearly simultaneously formed sword fingers.

Above the cliff valley, Yan Xingkong observed the peafowl corpse inside the hut, his eyes previously red with bloodshot now eerily calm.

No surprise showed on his face; he had sensed his wife's demise long ago.

No bitterness either, for those eyes were filled with a thick, near tangible killing intent that left room for nothing else.

Kong Ying was a demon, and so were the creatures here. And since they never entered Qingzhou, no one would traverse a thousand miles to provoke them over another demon's death.

The Demon-suppression Bureau, Baiyun Temple.

These were all the forces Yan Xingkong could enlist for help.

He slowly rose from the ground and swept his right hand over the small pouch at his waist, instantly producing a dazzling golden longbow.

The bow was exceptionally heavy, with arms made of flowing cloud patterns, surrounding a sun disc, even the bowstring emitted a bright white light.