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Chapter 795: 795 - Mo Shouming (01)
The first thing Beifeng felt was confusion.
That fan was a powerful artifact—a treasure of such a high rank that only a core disciple should possess it.
Among the inner disciples, only Guo Tianhao, killed by Qingyi’s own hands, had ever owned something so valuable.
Yet, despite the immense power concentrated within that artifact, a single touch had shattered it like a cheap mirror.
Then came the pain.
The air tore from his lungs in a single, violent blow. The dry crack of his ribs snapping echoed through the hall in rapid succession, his chest caving inward as though crushed to dust.
His body cut through the air toward the black walls of the enormous cultivation hall, sinking deep into the dark stone.
The impact resounded through the hall like thunder, cracking the surrounding surface into a web of fissures that stretched for meters, shards of dark rock raining down around him.
His eyes widened, a hot jet of blood spilling from his lips as suffocating pain consumed him entirely.
"You’re going to die in pain, you know?"
Beifeng sensed Qingyi’s presence before him, that overwhelming murderous intent pressing down on every inch of his soul, and the words reached his ears like a death sentence.
"M-MASTER, PLEASE, SAVE ME!" he screamed, his voice faltering the instant his gaze fell upon the trembling guards by the entrance.
They had seen Qingyi approaching, and as sect servants assigned to attend to Beifeng, they had obviously not hesitated to let him in.
What could they do? They were just ordinary guards!
Had they known he was there to kill Beifeng, they most certainly would have tried to stall him and run to summon the elder.
"YOU TRAITOROUS SON-OF-A-BITCH BASTARDS!" Beifeng thrust a single trembling finger toward those guards, ready to strike them down with a Qi attack.
The slightest gesture from Qingyi, and the finger cleanly parted from his hand, blood spurting in jets as a desperate scream tore from the depths of Beifeng’s lungs.
"Your master doesn’t seem to be here, but..." Qingyi’s eyes turned icy the moment he sensed a powerful aura descending upon the area.
It was the aura of an expert in the early stages of the First Step of the Extinction Realm.
Qingyi turned his face slowly, his eyes resting on a man who had intruded into the area, clearly not a member of the sect.
A tall masked brute with eyes as cold as blades, a gigantic machete strapped across his back.
"You’re not from the sect," Qingyi declared coldly.
"No." The brute shook his head, unleashing his aura with even greater intensity, the atmosphere in the hall thickening noticeably.
It was a demonic aura, without a shadow of a doubt.
"I’m interested in this young man. Why don’t you just rip off both his legs, let him suffer for a few hours, and then hand over what’s left to me?"
"I plan to kill him too. I’ll just wait a little longer than you." The demonic cultivator spoke with a gentle smile curving his lips.
Beifeng, still coughing up blood nonstop, widened his eyes.
"What do you mean by that? We’re allies, you—" His words cut short beneath a brutal punch, the crunch of Beifeng’s jaw shattering in several places filling the hall.
"Did you take part in the capture of my friend and his wife?" Qingyi asked without taking his eyes off the demonic cultivator.
"No, that was Beifeng’s personal decision, young master. We’re just passing cultivators who share an interest in a certain artifact," the demonic cultivator replied.
"Hm..." Qingyi’s lips curved in interest.
He simply wanted to finish off Beifeng and throw himself into the fight against that demonic cultivator. But something held him back.
That man’s aura wasn’t impure and putrid like the aura of cultivators affiliated with the Heavenly Demon. It was pure, similar to what Nianxue and Ruyam exuded...
[He’s likely a cultivator who follows the true path of demonic cultivation—that of the primordial demon empress. Be cautious around him.] Auranys’ voice echoed in Qingyi’s mind, and he nodded, his lips curving slightly.
"I’ve heard that the primordial demon empress has already been resurrected," Qingyi declared, watching the demon cultivator’s face fill with shock and terror for a single instant.
"I have some interest in her, so step back, I won’t kill you."
He pointed a single finger toward Beifeng’s body and summoned the flames of primordial chaos—the equivalent of just a single drop.
The small sphere of gray fire drifted downward until it settled onto Beifeng’s right leg with a soft hiss.
Beifeng screamed in sheer despair the instant he felt its touch.
Since it was such a minuscule amount of the flames of primordial chaos, Qingyi could control the fire with absolute precision, letting it slowly consume Beifeng’s flesh, bones, meridians, and even his soul, layer by layer.
There were few pains worse than having one’s own soul torn to shreds.
The agony was so intense that Beifeng no longer even registered the physical pain of his leg being consumed. His body convulsed uncontrollably, tears streaming endlessly from his eyes as he soiled and wet his own pants.
Qingyi, having no interest in enduring that stench, used his Qi to contain the odor around Beifeng’s body, causing him to choke along with the pain.
Slowly, Qingyi turned his face toward the demonic cultivator, who was overcome by a mixture of shock and terror.
How did that young man know about his master’s resurrection?
"Captain, should we kill this bastard right away? He’s a risk to the plan!" one of the cultivators beside him said, his voice tense.
"W-wait..." The demonic cultivator’s eyes wavered for a moment as he realized something. "Your name is Long Qingyi?"
"Yes," Qingyi confirmed without hesitation, though he was also a little confused.
The instant he said that, all trace of hostility vanished from the man’s face as his knees hit the stone floor with a heavy thud.
"Mo Shouming, eternal servant of the Primordial Demon Empress, bows to Long Qingyi, prince consort!"
The moment he heard that, Qingyi’s face froze completely, while Auranys and Ruxue together roared with laughter in his mind.
Wasn’t "prince consort" the title given to the husband of a ruling empress?
"What?" Qingyi had even stopped paying attention to Beifeng, whose right leg had only just been completely consumed by the flames.