Chapter 58: Kill Me, Do You Dare?
Behind the stone statue, three heads whispered.
“A lover versus a Supreme Dao Fruitâis there even a choice?” Yan Ye wished he was the one being asked by that voice.
“Demons trapped in love will lose their reason.” As an Incubus, Man She understood the power of the word ‘love’ best. “Deep love is an insoluble poison, but I think things aren’t that simple.”
Hai Jie’er: “If the choice offered by the other party is real and not a false scam, then if that chess-playing Demon Lord chooses the lover, does it mean us demons pulled over by the purple light might become the next candidates for inheritance?”
In the dark corner, a pair of red and a pair of pink-purple vertical pupils contracted, displaying the aggression of beasts fighting for a piece of fat meat, desiring to tear all rivals to shreds.
Man She clasped his hands in prayer. “May the one on the platform and his lover have a bond stronger than gold. May the ancestors bless their marriage.”
After praying to ancestors who probably couldn’t hear, he opened his eyes and looked at the Flame Demon and Water Demon whose postures were a bit strange. “And please, you two, don’t show looks that say you want to kill me first right now. The chess game up there hasn’t concluded yet.”
Man She smiled at the two demons. “Even if that one gives up the inheritance, there’s still Mu Mian, Zhan Beicheng, Shi Shajiang, Lan Shuang down below… I think it’s better for us to have a little more patience and wait for an opportunity. What do you think?”
“I will not play this game of chess with you.” An indifferent voice came from the high platform.
The three demons quieted down, leaning close to the edge of the stone statue and straining their ears.
“Not playing means abandoning both. Have you thought it through?”
The Black Mist Bird changed its posture, shifting from standing sideways to facing forward. The two black holes that were presumably its eyes moved slightly toward Yun Wuxiang’s location.
“This game of yoursâif I play, winning or losing is still losing.”
Yun Wuxiang reached into the Go jar, hooked a corner, moved it to the center of the board, and slowly poured out all the pieces inside. A small mountain of white pieces fell onto the board. A hand swept over, spreading the pieces across the board.
The Black Mist Bird, like the Tower Spirit, firmly believed in Daoist Venerable Mishu’s formations. So, in its eyes, he and Song Yilou were… lovers.
The essence of this game was to make him choose between a lover and his future path. The choice itself was a trap.
If his feelings for Song Yilou were truly such that everything in the illusion was his reality, then true love was involved.
Choose the Dao path, and the lover dies because of his choice. Unless one’s heart is ruthless enough, a seed of an Inner Demon will be planted.
Choose the lover, and stop at Demon Lord for life. Who can guarantee no regret in the future? This buries a thorn in the relationship.
Choose the Dao path, the path becomes unsmooth; choose the lover, the love becomes impure. Either choice is wrong.
Although given his relationship with Song Yilou, choosing the Dao path seemed fine, this bird offering the choice clearly had ill intentions. Who could guarantee the promised inheritance wasn’t problematic?
Besides…
“I don’t lack inheritances.” Yun Wuxiang was fully confident in this regard.
He had Daoist Venerable Tianqing’s most complete inheritance technique, plus numerous formations left by Daoist Venerable Mishu and the Tower Spirit. Which path wasn’t safer and smoother than listening to the Black Mist Bird?
“My future has never been something a chess game can decide. Whether I stop at Demon Lord or break through to Daoist Venerable, it is my own path.”
“Refusing the game outrightâdo you not want your life anymore?”
Powerful pressure unfolded from the Black Mist Bird. The bird, which looked no bigger than an adult peacock, now felt like a primordial beast. A crushing sense of oppression landed on his body.
A cyan halo lit up above Yun Wuxiang’s head, sweeping away the pressure on his body. He lifted his eyes and calmly gazed at the mass of black mist before him. “Kill meâdo you dare?”
The Black Mist Bird’s head faced Yun Wuxiang. The pair of black hole-like eyes seemed ready to suck him in.
Suddenly, color appeared in those two black holes. A pair of dark yellow double pupils revealed themselves. Four eyes looked at Yun Wuxiang, a gaze that seemed capable of piercing the soul and revealing all secrets.
From this moment on, the Black Mist Bird truly faced Yun Wuxiang. Unlike the Tower Spiritâtrapped in the tower, weak due to unusable formations, and loyal to the rules of a deceased masterâin the Mosha Prison, it held absolute dominance. Even a Demon Lord wouldn’t warrant a second glance. Beneath Daoist Venerable, all were ants.
Its eyes could see through what people thought in their hearts. Keeping its eyes open lost a lot of fun, so usually, it didn’t want to open them.
This time, encountering the inheritor chosen by Daoist Venerable Tianqing who dared to refuse its chess game, let it see if this person’s thoughts matched his words.
The Black Mist Bird’s double pupils flickered in the candlelight. It saw Yun Wuxiang’s current thought: So this bird has been closing its eyes the whole time.
Black Mist Bird: “…”
You still have the mood to think about this? Do you really think I dare not kill you?
Yun Wuxiang’s thoughts were exposed in its eyes.
Listening to the Tower Spirit’s tone when mentioning the Venerables, the relationships between these Daoist Venerables who left inheritances in the Secret Realm should have been quite good when they were alive. I am Tianqing’s closed-door disciple and the new master of the Seven Illusions Lightning Locking Tower. The Black Mist Bird opposite shouldn’t deal a killing blow directly.
Black Mist Bird: At least he has some petty cleverness.
Yun Wuxiang: The Tianqing Seal lit up. Didn’t expect this mark to have a master-protection function. This mark can also sense the Daoist Venerable’s reincarnation. Don’t know how the relationship between the Black Mist Bird opposite and Daoist Venerable Jiangzi is; let’s not tell it this for now.
Black Mist Bird: ! How can you not mention such an important thing?
Yun Wuxiang: I now have two array eyes in my hand. If the Black Mist Bird really dares to use a killing move, I don’t know if detonating these two array eyes can kill this bird. But after detonating, a part of this Secret Realm will likely be damaged; at least three zones will collapse and be destroyed.
If it really gets to that step, if other Inheritance Dao Artifacts also have artifact spirits, they shouldn’t sit back and watch, right?
The Black Mist Bird felt a chill.
Waste Tower! Look at what kind of person you chose as a new master!
Yun Wuxiang: It’s been releasing killing intent for so long but hasn’t made a move. Sure enough, it’s bluffing.
Black Mist Bird: Bluffing?
This person had stayed under its pressure for so long, yet his state of mind remained normal. The Waste Tower was right; there was something wrong with this person.
Yun Wuxiang: Why has this bird gone quiet?
The Black Mist Bird recalled. What was it saying to this guy before opening its eyes?
“Kill me, do you dare?”
Too arrogant. A mere True Demon! Where did he get the gall? Truly exactly the same as that fellow Tianqing back in the day!
The Black Mist Bird narrowed its eyes in displeasure, its gaze sweeping over the Tianqing Seal on Yun Wuxiang’s forehead.
That arrogant and annoying fellow; the inheritor she took in was just as annoying as she was.
“Since you are unwilling to play against me and be the chess player in the seat, then change your position.”
After the Black Mist Bird finished speaking, Yun Wuxiang’s vision blurred, and vertical bars appeared in front of him.
Behind the bars, on the high platform, the Black Mist Bird flapped its wings leisurelyâthough in the eyes of others, it was just a rolling ball of black mist.
Opposite the Black Mist Bird, in the seat that originally belonged to Yun Wuxiang, Song Yilou tilted his head to look into the cage. The handsome white-haired, red-eyed man stood inside the giant birdcage like a quiet crane. When the red eyes swept over, wind chimes warning of danger rang frantically in the subconscious.
That was not a bird to be viewed at will, but a man-eating raptor, beautiful and dangerous.
“Temple Master, this cage suits you so well.”
The Black Mist Bird hadn’t closed its eyes yet. It saw the dense thoughts of the person on the opposite chair.
Song Yilou: The way the Temple Master looks staying in the cage is so beautiful! I really want to go over and rub all over his body, holding the Temple Master and rolling around!
Temple Master looks good with white hair too. It’s not fully white, with a bit of black, looking even more like a crane. Is the Temple Master really a crane that took human form? When can he turn back into his original form for me to see?
Temple Master’s feathers must feel very comfortable to touch. Damn it, why is the spell to turn people into animals so hard to learn! No, I must learn this spell, turn the Temple Master into a bird, and knead him in my palm!
I really want to hold the Temple Master and stick together with him. Why can’t I grow on the Temple Master? If I become the clothes in the Temple Master’s wardrobe, will the Temple Master wear me on his body?
After getting rid of the hateful Yun Xinyang, I’ll go try. How can the Temple Master completely become a demon? I heard the Wood Demon Clan has some fruit tree that can stimulate demonic nature; I must bring one back for the Temple Master to eat.
How can the Temple Master become a demon? I really want to consummate with the Temple Master! But after consummating, I should be beaten to death by the Temple Master. That way of dying isn’t bad either. Right, the mortal world has a way of dying called ‘dying from exhaustion’ (jing jin ren wang); I haven’t tried that yet.
Before consummating, I must kill all the other fragments!
Absolutely can’t let other fragments take advantage of the Temple Master after I die!
Why am I sitting here? The Temple Master isn’t here. I want to go back into the cage and stay with the Temple Master!
Song Yilouâs mind flashed with this thought, and he took corresponding action at the same time. He turned to the Black Mist Bird and said, “Why did you put me here? I want to go back in the cage and stay with the Temple Master.”
The Black Mist Bird, who wanted to ask if he wanted to replace Yun Wuxiang in playing this chess game, lost the desire to speak. Right now, it felt like it had swallowed a noisy fly.
No need to ask. This guy’s brain had not a shred of desire for inheritance, full of boring and stupid love!
An utter fool completely sunken in love! So stupid it hurt its eyes!
The Black Mist Bird closed its eyes in pain. Refusing to believe in evil, it changed an angle and began to induce: “Do you wish to be a caged bird together with him, or come play a game of chess with me and become the cage holder?”
It had seen through it. This guy didn’t care about life or death, already obsessed to the point of madness. He couldn’t even tolerate his own clones, so how could he tolerate others touching his beloved?
Excessive possessiveness would lead to resistance, not to mention that the character of Tianqing’s inheritor didn’t have the word ‘submissive’ in it at all.
Their marriage line was so dangerous; it must stem from this.
Wait until the ghost creature opposite chose to obtain power from it and made Tianqing’s inheritor suffer a bit. Only then would he understand what a wrong decision it was to refuse its chess game!
“If I win against you, that birdcage belongs to me?” Song Yilou had a bit of sexual interest in the birdcage.
The mist on the Black Mist Bird twisted irritably.
It never expected its perfect plan to end with the opponent’s dog-gnawed comprehension ability.
Was that what my words meant?
Did I speak too profoundly and difficult to understand? No, right?
Before the Black Mist Bird could think of a result, Song Yilou spoke first: “Forget it. Who knows what that cage of yours was used for before? I better make a new one.”
Why hasn’t this pitch-black bird sent me back yet?
Can’t wait. I’ll go over myself.
Song Yilou stood up from his seat with a swish, exerted force under his feet, and pounced toward the birdcage like a roc spreading its wings: “Temple Master, I’m coming to find you~”
Just as he was about to touch the birdcage, Song Yilouâs figure suddenly shrank, turning into a palm-sized black scorpion. Passing through the gap in the cage, it continued its previous trajectory, flying toward Yun Wuxiang’s waist.
Yun Wuxiang moved his feet, taking a step to the side. The black scorpion brushed past the corner of his robe and landed on the bottom of the cage.
“Temple Master didn’t push me for others to kill this time. I am very happy~” Song Yilou popped his head up behind Yun Wuxiang, fingers resting on his arm, smiling brilliantly as a flower.
Yun Wuxiang brushed off his arm. “I just dislike playing this game of chess.”
Song Yilou could die by his hand, or court death by provoking some mighty figure outside. He would only celebrate having one less big trouble and forget him in the passage of time.
But if he used Song Yilouâs life to exchange for cultivation, every time he used his magic power, deep in his consciousness, he would constantly remember this person.
If this Ghost Gu knew this point, he would probably be very willing to be an experience pack for him.
Realizing what he was thinking, Yun Wuxiang was stunned. His brow furrowed imperceptibly for a moment, feeling a strangely eerie worry.
He could actually deduce Song Yilouâs thoughts now. Understanding a neurotic’s brain circuit was not a good thing. One takes on the color of one’s company; staying with Song Yilou for too long, would he deviate from normal human thinking?
If there’s a chance, he should find a few normal humans to interact with more, or get rid of this clone, Song Yilou.
Did he still have any use for keeping Song Yilou now? Seemed like no…
Killing intent rose instantly, but the ground beneath his feet suddenly gave way.
Wind rushed past his ears, and the Black Mist Bird’s cold, condescending voice came from above.
“Since you won’t walk the road to heaven, then go to the Great Prison together and be a pair of doomed lovebirds.”
Yun Wuxiang took one last look at the high platform through the gaps in the cage. What doomed lovebirds? Can this term be used for him and Song Yilou?
The Black Mist Bird watched the falling birdcage, sneezing coldly in its heart.
It didn’t believe that a marriage line filled with such murderous intent could bear any good fruit. Tianqing’s inheritor would regret refusing it sooner or later!
What help could that Waste Tower give? Did it have such powerful abilities as itself?
Already switched to demonic cultivation but still thinking of cultivating Tianqing’s Immortal Gate Dao lineageâwhat was wrong with him?
The Black Mist Bird gave a light snort, changed its posture, and lay on its side on the long bench.
A stream of black mist flew out, circled behind the stone statue’s neck, and rolled the red, blue, and purple demons back onto the high platform.
“Did you enjoy listening?”
The three demons lay on the ground. Facing the Black Mist Bird at close range, they sensed the opponent’s unfathomable power even more. Just a wisp of aura prevented them from lifting their heads.
Man She acted obediently: ” Whatever you think we should do, we will do. It is all according to Your Honor’s will.”
The Black Mist Bird’s black hole-like eyelids “looked” at the pink-purple-haired Incubus.
Incubi were best at inciting emotions, sowing discord, and breaking up lovers. Sending an Incubus over…
The Black Mist Bird recalled the thoughts of those two people. One had a problem, the other had a serious illness. Would an Incubus’s seduction be effective on them?
“Find your own opportunities, follow by their side…”
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