Asura Blood Baleful Intent, Watching the Tides, Listening to the Waves

Blood-baleful energy surged in like a rising tide.

The fierce wind howled. Amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a tall, burly figure grew ever clearer.

His face was resolute, but his handsome features carried a wild arrogance. Short crimson hair whipped about his head like flames. Red Fire markings covered his bare chest, and strands of blood-baleful energy coiled like dragons around his knotted muscles.

Twelve feet tall, he resembled a Vajra. His eyes were bloodred, their pupils like fire.

Bai He recognized him at once as a yaksha.

Yakshas were hardly rare. Bai He had seen skyfaring yakshas, earth-roaming yakshas, and even the water-roaming yakshas of the Dragon Palace.

But most were ugly creatures: human bodies with beast heads, indigo faces, gaping mouths and tusks, or huge mouths and slanted eyes, with green flames wrapped around them. Every last one was bizarre and hideous.

This yaksha, however, was strikingly handsome. His presence was as steady as a mountain and as fierce as a blazing fire. Not even a flying yaksha possessed such might.

"Lingyuan. I, Duo Yan—"

The red-haired yaksha's savage laugh faltered. He stared at Bai He, who wore a silver-threaded veil, held a white jade bottle in one hand, and formed a Pure Lotus hand seal with the other.

That single "Lingyuan" told Bai He she had been tricked by Jiang Sheng yet again.

"Heh."

Bai He gave a soft, cool laugh. "Daoist Jiang is still Daoist Jiang."

"He treats those who follow the path of Immortal Deities with generosity and courtesy, but toward us Buddhist Sect cultivators, he's as petty as ever."

How could Bai He fail to see it? Jiang Sheng had known all along that something was wrong in the Wood Origin World. He had sent her here deliberately, hoping the difficulty