Chapter 48: Song Yilou: Temple Master, Become a Demon Quickly, Hurry…
Qingdi Temple Ancestral Hall—a building that appeared after Yun Wuxiang initially refined the plaque.
Yes, an ancestral hall the size of a basketball court appeared silently out of thin air in Qingdi Temple, fitting perfectly with the original buildings as if they had always been this way.
Whether it was being transported from the Mortal Realm to the secret realm, or the sudden appearance of the ancestral hall, it all involved the Dao of Space.
Whether this was some kind of Daoist magic or a divine ability that could only be used at a certain realm, after seeing the ancestral hall, Yun Wuxiang became even more interested in Tianqing Daozun’s tomb.
To take someone’s burial goods, naturally, one had to fulfill the tomb owner’s wish. Moreover, the tomb owner was a Dao Venerable in life, and after death, a wisp of her consciousness could cross realms to transport things. Out of respect for the strong, Yun Wuxiang decided to spare some time to fulfill Tianqing Daozun’s dying wish.
For example, making the reincarnation of a Dao Venerable kneel and call her Ancestor.
Yun Wuxiang stood in front of the ancestral hall, inserted three sticks of incense facing Tianqing Daozun’s spirit tablet, and said to the little Flame Demon behind him, “Kowtow and pay respects to the Grandmaster.”
The little Flame Demon obediently knelt on the cushion in front of the rows of tablets. “Paying respects to Grandmaster.”
The Tianqing Seal on Yun Wuxiang’s forehead flashed again.
As early as when he first discovered Liuzhu, Yun Wuxiang had tried to communicate with Tianqing Daozun through the Tianqing Seal. The result, naturally, was no response.
Surprising? Not really. Tianqing Daozun had only a remnant consciousness left and had said from the start she would perish together with the Demon Phoenix remains. He didn’t know how Cangfeng Island was doing now.
Lowering his eyes, he saw a black scorpion climbing up the hem of his robe. With a hook of his hand, the black scorpion turned into a stream of light and flew out the window.
Liuzhu only felt a breeze pass over his head. Looking up in confusion, he met Yun Wuxiang’s crimson eyes examining the top of his head.
The little flame shook again.
Scared, but dared not make a sound.
Yun Wuxiang withdrew his gaze. “Now, swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao.”
“You will be forever loyal to the sect.”
“I will be forever loyal to the sect.”
“For the rest of my life, I will do my utmost to make Qingdi Temple the number one sect in the Immortal Realm.”
“For the rest of my life, I will do my utmost to make Qingdi Temple the… Immortal Realm?” Liuzhu opened his mouth blankly, looking at Yun Wuxiang. “Master, sorry, I said it wrong.”
Yun Wuxiang: “You didn’t say it wrong. It is the Immortal Realm. Also, don’t call me Master (Daren/Lord), call me Master (Shifu/Teacher).”
“Yes, Shifu.” It was as if mosquito coils were spinning in Liuzhu’s eyes. He really couldn’t figure it out. The immense confusion even made him briefly forget his fear of the Great Demon and voice a doubt.
“But we are demons. How can a demon sect become the number one sect in the Immortal Realm?”
Yun Wuxiang: “You don’t need to worry about that. Just cultivate hard.”
A reincarnation of a Dao Venerable—he didn’t believe this little thing was truly a good-for-nothing.
Liuzhu shrank his neck and said weakly, “Yes, Shifu.”
Anyway, he was just an inferior demon. Making the sect the number one in the Immortal Realm… such a big matter wouldn’t fall on him to accomplish anyway.
Yun Wuxiang looked sideways and lowered his head. His red pupils swept over the little Flame Demon beside him. Physical talent was poor, what about the soul? Test it first.
The little flame seemed to sense some danger, trembling shakily, confused and pitiful.
Yun Wuxiang reached out his hand to him. “Give me your hand.”
Liuzhu raised his hand, hovering in mid-air. A slender, pale, distinctly jointed adult man’s hand beat him to it, landing on Yun Wuxiang’s hand.
Following that hand, his gaze landed on the figure that had suddenly appeared—smiling brilliantly, entangled in Yin energy, radiating a bizarre sense of disjointedness.
Slap!
Yun Wuxiang slapped that hand away. Amid someone’s feigned cry of pain, he said coldly, “If you don’t want to die, roll far away.”
“If I want to die, can I get closer to the Temple Master?” Song Yilou’s understanding of sentences lay in hearing only what he wanted to hear.
As he spoke, his whole body leaned toward Yun Wuxiang, like a large black cat eager to pounce on someone. “Then I truly want to die very much.”
Yun Wuxiang’s gaze swept over Song Yilou’s neck. “Shall I send you on your way right now?”
“I think I’ll live a while longer. My love rivals aren’t all dead yet. Leaving them to live in this world with the Temple Master, I can’t be at ease.”
Song Yilou pursed his lips, took a step back, withdrew the arm that had hooked behind Yun Wuxiang’s waist, and let his gaze linger regretfully on the other’s waist for a moment.
Several long spikes formed of demonic energy shot toward Song Yilou. Yin energy dispersed, the human form vanished, leaving only a black scorpion on the ground.
The Mountain Willow Orchid’s sensing told Yun Wuxiang that Song Yilou still had fragments in the Mortal Realm.
If he couldn’t eradicate the roots all at once, there was no point in killing this Song Yilou before him.
If they really fought, the barrier he had just built would probably shatter.
Yun Wuxiang ignored the poisonous scorpion on the ground and looked at Liuzhu again. The little Flame Demon was still raising his hand, looking around helplessly, not knowing where to look, his eyeballs darting in panic.
“Catch.”
His palm sank. A cold touch pressed against his skin. Liuzhu looked at the object in his hand—a bronze mirror with several cracks on its surface.
Yun Wuxiang said, “I give you ten days. Find a way to extract the raw materials of this bronze mirror.”
According to the records provided by 3339, Flame Demons excelled at forging and destruction.
Cultivators needed techniques and had to subdue powerful flames to refine magical artifacts. Flame Demons needed none of that. Using fire for forging and extraction was instinct to them—much like how Song Yilou was illiterate in human Gu arts yet understood Gu worms best.
Understanding no principles, but born knowing how.
Liuzhu shook his head in panic upon hearing this. “Shifu, I can’t. My fire is too weak; I can’t even refine the lowest-grade materials.”
The demonic energy on this bronze mirror was even more terrifying than that on the Winged Demon Commander.
“Ten days. I want to see results,” Yun Wuxiang said.
Liuzhu spoke urgently, “But I really can’t.”
“If you can’t do it, then die.” Yun Wuxiang couldn’t comfort people. Since he couldn’t offer kind words and encouragement, he would use threats and intimidation. The edge of life and death could squeeze the most potential out of a person, and the same went for demons.
A bamboo basket appeared at Liuzhu’s feet, piled high with various fruits and dancing flames. Liuzhu’s eyes went straight. To him, these were high-grade Demon Fruits and Demon Flames he would never come into contact with normally—an absolutely luxurious feast.
“You can use these Demon Fruits and Demon Flames as you please.” After Yun Wuxiang finished speaking, Liuzhu’s eyes lit up instantly, then the light in his eyes quickly extinguished. Even with Demon Fruits and Demon Flames, he couldn’t refine the bronze mirror within ten days.
Could this be the legendary last meal before execution?
The black scorpion’s tail thumped against the ground in protest, then climbed onto the bamboo basket, tail raised, displaying ample aggression.
Liuzhu dared not make a sound, only looking at the bamboo basket and swallowing silently.
Yun Wuxiang looked at the angry black scorpion, remembered something, and added, “The Demon Fruits and Demon Flames are yours. The basket is not.”
A while later, Liuzhu, dazedly hugging a large bundle, was kicked out of the room and followed two white cranes to the training room.
Zhao Sihai was also inside, constantly flipping through the book Yun Wuxiang gave him. Hearing the noise, he looked up and smiled. “You’re here too?”
Liuzhu greeted him拘謹ly, “En, hello, My Lord.”
“What did the Temple Master say to you?” Zhao Sihai probed.
Liuzhu’s face fell instantly, looking as if the sky had collapsed. Hugging the copper mirror, he said, “Shifu told me to extract this bronze mirror into raw materials within ten days.”
“Shifu? The Temple Master accepted you as a disciple?” Zhao Sihai’s gaze at Liuzhu changed instantly, from looking at a chick by the roadside to looking at a lucky star.
“Don’t call me My Lord; I can’t bear it. Just call me Senior Brother Zhao from now on.”
Zhao Sihai said gently, “If the Temple Master says you can do it, you definitely can. To be chosen by him as a disciple, you must have extraordinary potential. I forgot to ask, what is Junior Brother’s name?”
“Liuzhu.”
“Junior Brother Liuzhu, work hard. Don’t disappoint the Temple Master,” Zhao Sihai patted the little Flame Demon’s shoulder and said.
The little Flame Demon was dazzled by Zhao Sihai’s affirmative attitude. Was he really a buried genius?
[Genius my ass. Don’t you know what you’re like? You’re a pile of mud! Cowardly, timid, inferior, incompetent. Why did I become the companion fire of a piece of trash like you?]
An irritable voice rang from the bottom of Liuzhu’s heart.
[That Great Demon isn’t interested in you; he’s clearly interested in me. He’s thinking of forcing me out, but he underestimated your level of uselessness. Rotten wood is rotten wood no matter how you pressure it; you can’t even raise a flame.]
[You might as well die early and let me enter reincarnation! It’s better than living so suffocatingly!]
[Damn it, in another ten days, I’m going to die with you, you piece of trash, at the hands of that demon. I’m pissed!]
[Ah-Yan, sorry.] Liuzhu apologized weakly.
[Damn! You disgusting pile of mud are actually apologizing! Is there any demon outside without a spine like you? Why on earth did I become your Natal Fire? You disgust me to death!]
[Sorry, I will work hard. Shall we try to synchronize again?]
Liuzhu whispered: [Although Shifu said he’d kill me if I don’t finish, I feel he has no killing intent.]
Not only no killing intent, but not even the malice most common in demons. His aura was clean—so clean he didn’t seem like a demon.
[Pah! Your feeling is shit! The last demon you felt had no killing intent wanted to keep you as a sex slave! You even thought that Succubus was gentle and kind back then, you idiot! Are there gentle and kind demons? Would they still be called demons? Demons are collections of evil desires!]
[But, I don’t have any evil thoughts.] Liuzhu argued in a tiny voice, his tone weak but capable of angering his companion fire to death.
[Because you are a huge piece of trash! The stronger the demon, the heavier the evil desires. You are weak as hell!]
Ah-Yan cursed for a good while. Liuzhu quietly opened the bundle, picked up a fruit he had once seen at the banquets of Great Demons, and put it in his mouth. Instantly, the fragrance of fruit overflowed in his mouth.
Demonic energy flowed into his limbs and bones. Liuzhu narrowed his eyes comfortably.
[Eat another one.]
[Ah-Yan, can you taste it when I eat fruits?]
[Nonsense, I am your companion fire! Hurry up and eat. Maybe I can save your little life again.]
[Okay!] Liuzhu ate faster, starting to gnaw on the Demon Fruits in big mouthfuls, looking like a starving ghost who hadn’t eaten in eight hundred years.
…
“Temple Master, you gave my gift to someone else. I want to poison him!”
“Come back.” Demonic energy formed a rope in Yun Wuxiang’s hand, binding a certain creature baring its fangs and claws into a mummy and pulling him onto the chair beside him to trap him.
“Once you give me something, it’s mine. Do I need your permission for how I use it?”
That’s right, those Demon Fruits given to Liuzhu were all brought back by Song Yilou. Since coming to the Demon Realm, this guy had tried every way to stuff Yun Wuxiang with the Demon Realm’s heavenly treasures, striving to increase his degree of demonization.
Although he knew Song Yilou’s intention was to make him become a demon, free labor shouldn’t be wasted.
“You even want to give him the basket I wove!” Song Yilou said dissatisfiedly. Then, a basket was stuffed into his hand.
Yun Wuxiang: “Now the basket is empty. Go fill it up again.”
Truly a strange thing. Song Yilou actually knew how to weave bamboo baskets. He previously thought he had picked this basket up somewhere.
“When will the Temple Master be willing to shed this human skin?”
Song Yilou held the basket in one hand, leaned his body close to Yun Wuxiang, and extended a hand toward his shoulder. “Temple Master, this is the Demon Realm. You no longer need to care about the life and death of those fragile mortals.”
His tone lowered, carrying a hint of seduction: “You never needed to restrain yourself for anyone or anything in the human world. You’ve lived under Yun Xinyang’s obsession for so long; don’t you want to experience what it’s like without his influence?”
“Temple Master, do you know? The feeling of breaking free from the shackles of the flesh is free and light, unrestrained, extremely exhilarating. Don’t you really want to try?”
Yun Wuxiang took out another basket and placed it in Song Yilou’s extended hand. “Fill this one too.”
Song Yilou was swept out the door carrying two baskets. He looked at the closed door.
“If I destroy the physical body, will the Temple Master’s demonic body come out?”
Once the question was spoken, Song Yilou had the answer.
“The Temple Master will kill me.”
The corners of his mouth turned up, his eyes curving into a joyful arc. It seemed he saw something very beautiful: “Dying by the Temple Master’s hand is also very good~”
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