The Ancient Corpse Demon Lord took advantage of the moment when the man in the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Fairy Robe was distracted, turned into a swirl of Demonic Qi, and attempted to slip away.
He knew he was no match for this man.
“Hmph, thinking of escaping?”
The man donned in the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Fairy Robe retrieved a treasure bottle—a vessel of only black and white, adorned with a Bagua Diagram in the middle.
The man’s lips moved slightly as he recited the mnemonic verse, and black and white qi burst out of the bottle like lightning, swiftly catching up to the Ancient Corpse Demon Lord.
The Ancient Corpse Demon Lord unleashed his Demonic Cultivation Skills in a desperate struggle, but it was as if he had sunk into a marsh, unable to break free.
The black and white qi ensnared the Ancient Corpse Demon Lord and forcibly captured him into the treasure bottle.
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Dugu Aotian, as well as everyone from Yaochi and Blood Sea Palace, watched, dumbstruck.
The formerly invincible Ancient Corpse Demon Lord had just been captured by the suddenly-arrived man in the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Fairy Robe with a magical treasure.
“The quality of this magical treasure must surely exceed that of a Holy Artifact; it is likely an Emperor Soldier.”
Dugu Aotian suspected that the treasure bottle in the man’s hands was an Emperor Soldier, otherwise, it wouldn’t have been able to trap the Ancient Corpse Demon Lord so effortlessly.
The disciples from Blood Sea Palace fled in disarray, and without the Ancient Corpse Demon Lord, they were all annihilated by Yaochi.
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
Compared to the captured Ancient Corpse Demon Lord, the man in the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Fairy Robe seemed far more interested in Dugu Aotian, his tone cold and distant.
Dugu Aotian knew that if his response was even slightly careless, he could be killed by the man in the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Fairy Robe with a single palm strike.
He could feel the man’s intent to kill.
Liu Yiyi spoke from the side, “Father, although he cultivates the Demon Sects’ Cultivation Technique, it’s only because his constitution is suited for Cultivating Demonic Arts, and he hasn’t committed any evil deeds. And his mentor is a good person.”
The man in the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Fairy Robe frowned and began to calculate with his fingers.
The more he calculated, the more True Qi he expended, and sweat began to appear on his forehead.
“Could it be you are…”
The man in the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Fairy Robe seemed to calculate the origins of Dugu Aotian, showing surprise, his expression flickering uncertainly, a mix of emotions swirling within.
“Father, what’s wrong?”
Liu Yiyi had never before seen such an astounded and troubled expression on the face of the man in the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Fairy Robe.
“It’s nothing.”
The man massaged his temples, troubled. He wavered multiple times with the thought of killing, only to give up the idea, seemingly struggling over whether or not to kill Dugu Aotian.
In the end, as if coming to a realization, he sighed deeply, “Perhaps there are some destinies that are preordained; I cannot kill you.”
“…”
Dugu Aotian was completely baffled. What was this, a riddle-speaker?
“Envoy Liu, it’s fortunate that you have come in person, or I would have nearly been killed by the Ancient Corpse Demon Lord.”
Tiancheng Daoist, severely injured, crawled out from the ground and, seeing the man in the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Fairy Robe, spoke with mingled fear and respect.
The man, who was referred to as Envoy Liu, spoke with his hands behind his back, “The Ancient Corpse Demon Lord once killed an Elder of our Yaochi and hid his tracks. Encountering me today can be considered avenging our fallen Elder.”
“Are you Yaochi’s Liu Mufeng?”
Dugu Aotian recognized the man’s identity.
Liu Mufeng, one of the most formidable members of Yaochi, with unfathomable strength.
“Young man, you know of me? Did your father or mother tell you?”
“My mentor is a candidate for Holy Son of Tai Hua; I learned from him,” Dugu Aotian knew that Tai Hua had a good relationship with Yaochi, and since Liu Mufeng was an envoy of Yaochi, he would likely be aware of Tai Hua’s situation. Even revealing his mentor’s identity wouldn’t harm his mentor.
“Oh?”
Liu Mufeng looked Dugu Aotian up and down, his attitude towards the youngster suddenly shifting to one of admiration.
Dugu Aotian didn’t possess the evil aura of someone from the Demon Sects, and had even inadvertently become a disciple of a candidate for Holy Son of Tai Hua.
“I heard that Lin Xuantong of Tai Hua has recently made an exception by taking a Direct Disciple. Could it be that this Direct Disciple is your mentor?”
“Indeed, he is my mentor.”
“So long as you follow the Righteous Dao, that is acceptable, otherwise I would have had to strike you down.”
“My mother has taught me since childhood to have a heart inclined toward goodness, I dare not forget. My mentor also instructs me to uphold justice and righteousness.”
“Good, very good. Who is your mother?”
Liu Mufeng and Dugu Aotian engaged in conversation, as if they were simply chatting, the earlier intention to kill Dugu Aotian nowhere in sight.
Liu Yiyi and Tiancheng Daoist watched, their mouths agape.
Liu Mufeng held a high status in Yaochi, ranking just below the Mother of Yaochi and the Ancestors, yet he was now conversing amiably with Dugu Aotian, a junior?
“What exactly is Father doing?”
Liu Yiyi was utterly confused.
Just a short while ago, Liu Mufeng had wanted to kill Dugu Aotian, but now it seemed as though he had begun to favor the junior.
“It turns out your mentor arranged for you to come down the mountain to gain experience. Yiyi has been cultivating in Yaochi all year round and lacks worldly experience. How about this, you’ll take her with you.”
“Father?”
Liu Yiyi protested; Liu Mufeng hadn’t even asked for her agreement before deciding to let her gain experience with Dugu Aotian. Was this really like a father?
“I have calculated your Qi Destiny; this journey should not be dangerous. If you were to stay in Yaochi, your mother and I could naturally protect you, but as the Holy Maiden of our Yaochi, you may someday take over the leadership of Yaochi. It’s better for you to gain some experience while you’re young.”
Liu Mufeng patted his daughter’s head as if he had just sold her off.
“…”
Liu Yiyi was helpless.
Unlike Tai Hua, where the Saint Lord was mostly succeeded by the Holy Son, Yaochi, being more Yin-dominant, was usually led by the Holy Maiden.
If the Holy Maiden lacked experience, then when a crisis befalls the Holy Land, judgment would be impaired.