Chapter 103.2: He is White Supreme's Disciple!

Chapter 103.2: He is White Supreme's Disciple!

Night fell, dying the world pitch-black.

Then, a familiar voice echoed in Qi Yuan's mind.

"You're becoming more and more like a demon."

Qi Yuan's consciousness shifted from the City of No Return into the lump of flesh.

In an underground palace, Ning Tao's pale face showed deep exhaustion. She stared at the bloody mass of flesh with a complicated expression.

"Do I really look like a demon?"

"Not

like

—you

are

one." Ning Tao smiled faintly. "I'm more and more convinced that you're the fabled Blood Demon who once plunged the world into chaos."

She smiled with a trace of pride, as if pleased to have uncovered his identity.

"If I truly am the Blood Demon, then keeping me here is rather dangerous for you, isn't it? Let's make a deal. Why don't you let me out?"

"Let you out? Why? So you can bring disaster to the world? No way." Ning Tao's smile was gentle yet teasing. "I'm a petty woman. I don't want you harming the world. Harming me alone is enough.”

"You really doubt my character? Granted, I'm no moral exemplar, but I do help others when I can. All that talk about Blood Demons and chaos is just nonsense. As for 'harming you', I'm as virtuous as the Sage Liu Xiahui [1]himself."

Ning Tao's eyes glinted. "The Supreme One is the foremost power of the North, one of the two strongest beings in the world. How could her words be false? Just behave. If you disobey, I'll hand you over to the Supreme One. You'll never see your charming little wife again."

Qi Yuan swiftly retorted, "Even better."

𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Perhaps because of the Demonic Origin's influence, whenever Ning Tao appeared before him in her black dress and stockings, his mind would flash back to the scene of tearing off Jiang Lingsu's robes. Except, there was a

slight

change. Now, not only did he tear Jiang Lingsu's clothes, he also pressed Ning Tao against the wall. Then, he stripped off her stockings, and wrapped them on Jiang Lingsu's jade-white legs.

The other six deadly sins besides lust were also corroding Qi Yuan. Each time his consciousness entered the mass of flesh, those sins grew stronger.

Hence, if he didn't see Ning Tao, perhaps those disturbing images wouldn't surface. That suited him fine.

Today, Ning Tao wasn't wearing stockings anyway. Her delicate, palm-sized feet were enveloped in gauzy silk socks, thin as cicada wings.

Ning Tao's eyes burned with possessiveness. "Are you really willing to leave me here alone—lonely and frustrated—for hundreds, thousands,

even

ten thousand years?"

Qi Yuan countered, "If I truly am the Blood Demon, then keeping me here means disaster for you. The Supreme One of the North won't spare you."

Ever since he began cultivating the Qi Yuan Scripture, he had felt as though everyone around him were insane.

Ning Tao's eyes flashed with cold frost. "I summoned you. Only I can decide your fate. If anyone wishes to kill you, they'll have to get past me first."

Qi Yuan muttered, "You're wasting your talent not playing a domineering CEO."

***

Five years later, in the Northern Demon Tamers Alliance...

A burly man in iron armor appeared, each step making the ground tremble.

He stared at Misang in the distance, full of contempt. "What a useless fool. Yuzhou has nine cities. After all these years, you still haven't seized them. Instead, you were gravely injured and ran off. You've disgraced the entire North."

The iron-clad giant laughed, and his subordinates all followed suit.

Misang's face darkened. "Yuzhou's forces are strong. They aren’t easy to conquer."

"

Hmph

! Stop making excuses, coward!" The iron-armored man sneered. "Forget Jialan City, even the weakest—the City of No Return—is guarded by only one Nation Subjugator, and you still couldn't take it. How pathetic."

Fear flickered in Misang's eyes. "The City of No Return isn't that simple. That guardian is no ordinary Nation Subjugator! Wu Tong, aside from you, no one under your command would be able to defeat him. Even if I give you ten years, you still wouldn't be able to take down the City of No Return."

"Misang, just rest here and heal. Since you can't take Yuzhou, I shall!"

With that, Wu Tong strode away with his men.

Misang's grim expression lingered for a long time.

Beside him, a plain-looking woman said angrily, "Wu Tong bullies you too much!"

Instead of anger, Misang showed a hint of relief. "Don't curse him. I should thank him for going in my stead to Yuzhou. Otherwise..."

The woman looked puzzled, not understanding his meaning.

Misang smiled faintly. "Did you really think I lost to Dong Long of Jialan City?"

"My lord is brilliant and invincible, defeating Dong Long would be trivial! It was he who ambushed you—"

Misang sighed in disappointment. As expected, there were too few clever people in this world.

"I lost to Dong Long

on purpose

so I could leave Yuzhou," Misang said proudly. "Yuzhou is a deathtrap. As for Wu Tong...

Heh.

He's as good as dead."

The woman was bewildered. Wu Tong was a Peak Nation Subjugator, only a step away from becoming a Mythwalker.

Misang asked, "Do you still remember the guardian of the City of No Return?"

At once, hatred flashed across her face. "The Seven-Color Sisters, all of them died at his hands!"

The Seven-Color Sisters were Misang's trusted aides. First, the weakest, Caixia, was sent to attack the City of No Return. She never returned. Then, her sister Caiyi led stronger demons, and perished outside the city as well. Later, two more elder sisters went, never to be seen again. Finally, the three eldest sisters went together. Even though two of them were Nation Subjugators, they ended up with the same fate.

First the weak went and died, then the strong went and died, then the elders went and died.

When Misang emerged from seclusion and heard that all Seven-Color Sisters had been wiped out, he could scarcely believe it.

He had considered sending troops to obliterate the City of No Return, but later calmed himself and investigated thoroughly. He uncovered a terrifying truth.

"When that guardian first came to the City of No Return, he was only an Overlord cultivator. Yet within just a few years, he grew stronger with every battle, eventually reaching the Nation Subjugator rank. And not just

any

Nation Subjugator!" Misang's tone grew grave. "Such a man carries immense destiny. He must be killed in one fell swoop. Otherwise, like the Seven-Color Sisters, we'd become stepping stones for his rise."

The woman shuddered. "He's really that powerful? Then why didn't you gather a vast demon army and kill him while he was still weak?"

Misang rolled his eyes. "How was I supposed to know who he was when he was still weak? Now he's fully grown. If I send another army, who knows if they won't just become the next Seven-Color Sisters?"

Then, he gazed up at the sky. "Do you know of the White Supreme of the South?"

"Of course. He's as powerful as the Northern Supreme One herself."

"Decades ago, a group of the White Supreme's disciples left his palace to travel among the 108,000 cities. With his great destiny and ever-growing strength, I suspect that city guardian is one of the White Supreme's disciples."

Such was Misang's conclusion. It was precisely why he had feigned defeat to Dong Long, fled wounded from battle, and left the dangerous Yuzhou region behind.

The plain woman's eyes lit up. "The White Supreme's disciple? If we capture him, wouldn't that be a huge gain?"

She was thrilled. To seize a disciple of the greatest man in the South! Even the Supreme One herself would grant an audience!

Misang seemed speechless. "I shouldn't have told you this. Your head can't grasp it. Catching a disciple of the White Supreme, what good would that do? Do you honestly think the White Supreme and the Supreme One are merely enemies? We best not meddle in the matters of great beings like them..."

The woman pouted, unsure what she'd said wrong.

1. An ancient chinese politician known for his moral character. In modern web novels, when someone says he is Liu Xiahui, it is always used in the ironic sense. That he is pretending to be upright ☜