Chapter 588: You’re Definitely Not a Demon Woman, What the Heck Is This Anyway?
As the Immortal Corpse was swallowed up by a swirl of black lines and devoured the “Cultivator” and “Mortal,” its face began to change. Its hair grew longer and longer, and the features that made it hard to tell male from female gradually blurred until… it looked like the Hundred Faced Saintess.
Seeing this, Bai Feng no longer hesitated. He clenched his Celestial Sword and slashed toward the Immortal Corpse.
But just then, a faint smile appeared on the creature’s face: “Holy Son, long time no see. Shall we take a walk together now?”
Before Bai Feng could even respond, the corpse’s body suddenly exploded, and a flood of demonic energy surged toward everyone.
Though Bai Feng was quick to react, he had used the Immortal Corpse’s power just moments before, leaving him no time to dodge. He could only quickly send Bai Yu Mo and others into his Celestial Ring, while he himself was swallowed by the demonic aura.
Time becomes a blur. When Bai Feng finally regained his senses, he found himself inside a cave.
‘Looks like a Secret Realm,’ he thought, glancing around.
He checked the blessings of the Heavenly Way still lingering on him — a slight relief. Then he started inspecting the surroundings.
The damp, dark walls seemed to have been corroded by demonic energy for ages, intertwined with faint demonic auras. The corridor behind him was a dead end, seemingly sealed with some kind of barrier. His Celestial Sword only left faint marks on the stone wall.
Hesitating for a few seconds, he decided not to waste time breaking the seal. Instead, he planned to explore to the front while the Blessings of the Heavenly Way still held.
Before long, he spotted a mysterious formation — all drawn with immortal sigils. Even under the assault of demonic energy, these sigils remained pristine.
But the core of the formation was damaged. Based on the remaining sigils, it must have been a sealing array. Now, whatever was sealed inside was gone.
“Could it be…”
White Feng had some suspicions. Just as he was about to step closer for a better look, a charming voice floated beside him:
“This is where the Immortal Corpse is sealed.”
He turned around, and a bewitching Demon Woman was smiling as she approached.
“Oh? Truly unexpected,” Bai Feng said flatly, smoothly retreating a step while keeping a safe distance from her. “And what is your purpose in bringing me here?”
“Of course, to thwart the Divine Monarch’s plot — or rather, to disrupt those immortals’ scheme,” the Demon Woman said with a playful smile. “Is this gift I gave to the Holy Son satisfying?”
Bai Feng’s expression flickered with faint interest: “But isn’t the Immortal Corpse already under your control? Is it not dead yet?”
“Just destroying the Immortal Corpse isn’t enough,” she shook her head gently. “Those immortals have many tricks. Only you, my Holy Son, can wipe them all out.”
“How come I didn’t know I was so formidable?” Bai Feng muttered internally, feeling a bit puzzled. Her tone and appearance matched his impression, but… she was way too rational and logical. Could this be some expert’s disguise left by the Immortals? But such a disguise might get her instantly cut down, right?
While pondering, he activated his system. The mark he placed on her earlier hadn’t been removed — he could tell by a glance.
Indeed, her mark was fading gradually and continued to weaken. In a few days, it might disappear completely.
Could she have discovered the system marker?
Bai Feng’s face was calm as ever. He considered another possibility — he hadn’t forgotten her inheritance; after all, she was also a lingering, battered Immortal.
“Then, if you don’t believe me, shall we go inside together?” she stepped forward, turning her head with a smile. “You should learn to trust me sometimes. After all, we’re on the same side. You are my Holy Son.”
“… Fine, let’s go,” Bai Feng finally nodded, more convinced that she was not a genuine Demon Woman — what the heck, she’s clearly starting to make sense. This isn’t her. What exactly is this thing?
A faint smile appeared on her face again as she took a step toward him. Bai Feng remained cautious, subtly retreating another step, keeping his distance. She chuckled softly, seemingly unconcerned, and continued to walk deeper inward.
They arrived at a stone wall. She stopped, slowly lifting her head, snapping her fingers. Instantly, five lifelike stone statues surfaced on the wall. “Only by destroying this will the plans of the immortals fail.”
She turned to Bai Feng: “Come, Holy Son, destroy them with me.”
He nodded slightly. Then he stepped close and plunged his Celestial Sword ‘Void’ right into her chest.
She turned her head with a look of confusion mixed with pain: “Holy Son, why are you doing this?”
“Do I need a reason to k*ll you?” Bai Feng said coldly. “Besides, I’m not interested in you. Let the real Hundred Faces Saintess speak.”
“Haha, so it’s true?” Her smile remained, but beneath the influence of the ‘Void’, she lowered her head slightly. When she looked up again, her face showed a bit more excitement—even with her heart pierced by the sword, she took two more steps toward Bai Feng, trying to reach out and hug him. “Holy Son, you really can recognize me.”
“……”
This crazy act is on point.
Bai Feng raised his hand, placing it on her shoulder to stop her from hugging him. He also checked the system tags again — and sure enough, her mark lit up once more.
She didn’t get angry at the intervention. Instead, she gently touched his hand with her delicate fingers.
“Was that the Thousand Faces just now?”
“Partially, yes, and partially no,” she lifted her chin to look at Bai Feng. “At least, she’s not fully herself yet.”
Bai Feng held back the urge to roll his eyes. He continued interrogating: “Is what she said true?”
“Absolutely,” she nodded lightly. “At least, in this moment, what she’s doing is what I want to do. Only you, Holy Son, can eliminate those stone statues.”
“And I’ve got one more question: what’s your purpose in helping me?”
A sly smile crept across her face. She tilted her head: “What, you ask? Well, does helping the Holy Son need a reason?”
Bai Feng stared at her silently. Her lips still curled into a faint smile: “Alright, the reason is simple. Besides wanting to help the Holy Son, I also want to k*ll this Immortal inside me.”
He nodded slightly: “Then I have another question. Why do you think I am the Holy Son?”
“Hmm…” She tilted her head again. This time, she didn’t fake it. Instead, she earnestly responded, “Because my cultivation technique had a bit of a fluctuation when I briefly interacted with you. And at that moment, I also thought you were the Holy Son.”
