At this moment, Jiang Xuan had just stepped outside when he heard Lan Xin’s voice echoing in his mind. He blinked, momentarily dazed.
Before he could gather his wits, Lan Xin continued her telepathic message:
“Master, after breaking the formation just now, the remaining spiritual power within me has almost run dry. The earlier expenditure from that Kirin heart bl**d was too much. I’m heading back to recuperate; from here on out, you’re on your own!”
With that, Lan Xin’s figure vanished into the lake.
On the other side, Xia Xiao Yu was radiating an aura that was skyrocketing out of control. Her body was enveloped in a bl**d-red spiritual power, which then formed a pair of spiritual wings and sprouted two little devil horns atop her head.
“Xiao Yu, what in the world—”
Before Jiang Xuan could finish his sentence, he found himself shielded by Murong Ying.
As soon as she sensed the formation had been compromised, Murong Ying didn’t stick around inside the house.
“Xuan, step back a bit. I noticed earlier that she may possess a unique spiritual root—a Demon Spiritual Root. Individuals with such roots, when their desire for power reaches its peak, will make sacrifices to a Demon God and forever abandon their humanity, transforming into powerful demons. That time, I interrupted her transformation, but I can’t believe she’s forcibly morphing now! I was careless; I should have destroyed her Demon Spiritual Root earlier, but now it’s too late.”
“Looks like your childhood sweetheart has only two outcomes left,” she continued. “One is to lose her sanity and become a powerful demon; the other is to recover her senses, master her power, and join the Monster Clan.”
“Monster Clan? Are they like those Demon Sect folks?”
“No, no, no! Those Demon Sect goons are just humans with questionable morals. The Monster Clan, on the other hand, is a race far stronger than both humans and monsters. They are blessed by the legendary Demon God, equipped with terrifying battle prowess and formidable constitution. Their only drawback? They are few in number. For every ten thousand demons, usually only one or two can attain the chaotic power and evolve into true monsters. That’s why they’re so rare!”
Jiang Xuan’s eyes widened in shock: “!!”
“So, Xiao Yu’s current state is…?”
“Well, her aura is in upheaval, completely out of her control, obviously a powerful demon. Xuan, I’m sorry, but I can only take action to deal with this demon now.”
“Wait a minute…”
Before Jiang Xuan could finish, Xia Xiao Yu, now in a berserk state, suddenly wore a disdainful smirk.
With a swift movement, her bl**d-red figure darted, and in the next moment, Murong Ying was sent flying into the air.
A red and a white figure began a mid-air brawl, fast enough that Jiang Xuan could barely glimpse their afterimages with the n*ked eye.
Jiang Xuan wanted to intervene, but alas, his cultivation was too weak—just a Martial Warrior. He couldn’t even manage to hover briefly, let alone fight in the air.
Initially, the two figures seemed evenly matched, but soon enough, Murong Ying started to find herself on the defensive.
To her shock, she realized that Xia Xiao Yu’s combat power was continually increasing with every passing moment, and there wasn’t a ceiling in sight!
Suddenly, Murong Ying recalled her master, Xiyao, had once said,
“Little Ying, you must understand that we humans are quite weak in this world. During my time, it was the golden age of cultivation—everyone was flourishing, and there were monsters everywhere. Our race was looked down upon.
Thank goodness my master rose to prominence, subduing that era with unrivaled strength. Under his guidance, our people grew stronger, and rules were established for different races to coexist peacefully.
Now, there’s one race I particularly want to mention to you—the Monster Clan. My master had quite a tough time with them. They are not only warlike but also possess incredibly robust physiques.
What’s crucial is that the longer they fight, the stronger they become—it’s a reverse heaven-defying talent. If you can’t defeat a Monster Clan member with overwhelming strength in a short time, they will keep draining you dry until you’re completely vanquished.”
…
Recalling those words, Murong Ying understood she couldn’t afford to continue wearing down with Xia Xiao Yu.
She focused her mind into her jade pendant.
“Master, I’ve encountered a demon—no, it’s a Monster Clan member. I’m in a tough battle right now; please grant me strength to help me out!”
“Master…”
“Master, where are you…?”
After calling for a while, Murong Ying was left dumbstruck. She distinctly remembered her master being just fine not long ago—how did they suddenly fall into a deep sleep? And without a heads-up, no less! What was going on?!
Though perplexed, the reality on the battlefield demanded her focus.
Soon, Murong Ying and the demonized Xia Xiao Yu’s fight reached its climax.
Xia Xiao Yu, utilizing her ever-increasing power, kept Murong Ying firmly suppressed.
In mid-air, after dodging a charged punch from Murong Ying, Xia Xiao Yu responded with an elbow strike that looked deceptively light.
In an instant, Murong Ying plummeted to the ground, creating a gigantic crater.
Below, Jiang Xuan was already stupefied.
At that moment, he thought,
“Wow, Xiao Yu has become this strong? I was naive to think she was joking about winning! Was this part of her plan all along? What even is her state right now—demon? Or Monster Clan?”
Just when Jiang Xuan was still scratching his head, Xia Xiao Yu zipped right in front of him.
She slowly opened her mouth and said,
“Xuan… Brother Xuan… I won…”
“Xiao Yu, you… thank goodness you haven’t lost your mind…”
Just then, the dust settled from the giant pit, and Murong Ying began to rise, brushing off the dirt from her clothes.
In the next moment, a completely different aura emanated from Murong Ying.
“Sigh, I wanted to rest a bit, but it seems my student isn’t pulling her weight. That little girl over there, your battle prowess after demonic transformation is pretty decent, but that’s about it…”
