Chapter 126: Demonic Cultivator
Within the Chongshan Sect, Shen Songhe’s popularity was second only to Feng Shi’s.
As soon as he stepped onto the stage, a massive wave of fanboys and fangirls began cheering for him.
“Heavens, Shidi Shen’s appearance really is breathtaking. No wonder he’s ranked second on the Beauty List!”
“Even though we didn’t see Shixiong Liu Yi this time, seeing Shidi Shen makes it worth it!”
“Isn’t it? If it weren’t for the fact that Shixiong Liu Yi is so exceptional, Shidi Shen would definitely be the most brilliant genius of our Chongshan Sect!”
“What do you mean by that? Shixiong Liu Yi is the best, period!”
“Wait, I was just saying! Look at your face—what if I just prefer Shidi Shen a little more?”
The two female cultivators in front of Feng Shi started arguing over whose idol deserved the top spot.
On the side, the “idol” himself, Feng Shi, felt his hair and braids were about to curl up to the sky with pride.
It was fine, very good. Keep arguing.
Between Shen Songhe and him, there was no “you” or “me.” No matter who they praised, it was all for his own people.
As the matches went on, those with talent began to stand out.
Whenever it wasn’t Shen Songhe’s turn, the boy would stand not far from Feng Shi, looking at him from a distance.
Feng Shi’s attention was originally on him, but his gaze was soon drawn to another disciple on the stage.
This disciple not only looked unfamiliar, but his strength was exceptional. The techniques he used were patterns Feng Shi didn’t recognize; it didn’t look like he was practicing the mental cultivation methods of the Chongshan Sect.
“Interesting. Qingqing, scan this guy and see if there’s anything strange.”
[Host, scanning complete. This person has a special identity. Unlocking it costs…]
Feng Shi cut it off. “Don’t even say it. Just deduct it. These points are going to grow mold if I don’t use them.”
Qingqing: [You got it!]
[This person is a Demonic Cultivator. He’s a mole.]
Feng Shi suddenly sat up straight. “A Demonic Cultivator! And you didn’t give me a danger warning?!”
Qingqing: [Host, you know the rules… as a Host, you need to integrate into the world. You can’t just have a God’s-eye view for everything…]
Feng Shi stared intently at the disciple on stage.
No wonder he’d felt the man’s face looked strangely familiar since earlier; he looked like Yan Cheng!
However, this man was much more restrained than Yan Cheng. Even now, he hadn’t shown any flaws or harmed anyone.
It wasn’t clear what his objective was, how long he’d been hiding in the Chongshan Sect, or how many others like him were lurking here…
Feng Shi knitted his brows.
There were less than five years left before the world-shaking event was supposed to happen.
The War between Immortals and Demons—could it be that it was already beginning to ferment even now?
[Host, Hehe is on stage.]
Qingqing’s voice pulled him back from his thoughts.
The ending couldn’t be changed, so Feng Shi could only focus on the present.
However, he hadn’t expected that Shen Songhe’s opponent this time would be that exact Demonic Cultivator.
Feng Shi narrowed his eyes and stood up.
On the stage, Shen Songhe also looked over at him.
Their eyes met, and Feng Shi immediately sent a secret transmission. “Xiao He, there’s something strange about the man opposite you. He might be a Demonic Cultivator in disguise. Find a chance to expose him, and remember to be careful.”
Receiving the transmission, Shen Songhe’s clenched fists suddenly relaxed, and the faint traces of violence in his eyes receded.
Great! So Shixiong wasn’t admiring this man…
But… a Demonic Cultivator?
Shen Songhe suppressed his thoughts, his gaze turning sharp as ice.
The Immortal and Demonic races had long-standing grudges; they were irreconcilable. It seemed that whether his Shixiong admired this man or not, he was going to give him a proper thrashing.
Shen Songhe cracked his knuckles and struck first.
This time, his offensive changed abruptly. Unlike his previous matches where he was relaxed and casual, he was now incredibly fierce, leaving his opponent unable to keep up.
After a few moves, several irreparable deep craters had been blasted into the combat stage.
After being suppressed to the point of coughing up blood, a trace of ferocity appeared on the Demonic Cultivator’s face. His aura surged with violence as he roared, “Shidi Shen! I’ve never provoked you, so why act with such a murderous hand?!”
Shen Songhe looked at him coldly, unmoved. “It’s just a spar. Shixiong should be prepared to lose gracefully.”
After speaking, he continued his relentless assault.
The Demonic Cultivator was intentionally suppressing his cultivation, and at this moment, he was being beaten into a retreat.
The disciples organizing the trial saw that a life might be at stake and opened their mouths to stop it, but they were held back by Feng Shi.
Seeing that the man was about to be beaten to death, the crowd below began to whisper.
“What is Shidi Shen doing? In broad daylight, is he really going to kill that man?! Why aren’t the enforcement brothers stopping him!”
“Who knows? Maybe the enforcers want to suck up to him too! I didn’t expect Shen Songhe to look so pure and noble while his heart is so malicious!”
Feng Shi: “…” He really wanted to slap the mouths of these people who knew nothing but loved to talk nonsense.
On stage, the Demonic Cultivator was pushed to his absolute limit. Finally, to save his own life, he chose to reveal his true face.
“Brat, you don’t know what’s good for you! Today, this old man is going to kill you!” The Demonic Cultivator roared. The skin on his face tore open, revealing a black, hideous face with eyes glowing blood-red.
The moment the change occurred, the surroundings fell into an immediate uproar.
“A Demonic Cultivator! It’s actually a Demonic Cultivator! How did he sneak in!”
“Shidi Shen! Kill him, quickly!”
The situation had flipped.
On stage, Shen Songhe saw the wisps of demonic energy rapidly spreading toward his sword. His expression darkened, and he immediately pulled back, severing the connection to the energy.
In the next instant, the berserk Demonic Cultivator lunged at him.
The opponent’s strength had suddenly exploded; it was no longer something he could handle.
Shen Songhe retreated repeatedly, using his sword to block the man’s lunging claws, but the opponent was too fast. In the midst of dodging, his shoulder was caught.
Blood immediately gushed from the wound, splattering across the stage.
Smelling the blood, the Demonic Cultivator became even more excited, let out a howl, and pounced again.
Sweat beaded on Shen Songhe’s forehead. The hand holding his sword trembled slightly from exhaustion.
He watched as the Demonic Cultivator’s black-tainted fingers were about to reach his face.
At the critical moment, a streak of chilling spiritual energy, like a sharp sword, tore through the air from below the stage, striking the Demonic Cultivator squarely in the back.
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