The Eight Great Demon Immortals, Bai Ziyue

Chapter 11: The Eight Great Demon Immortals, Bai Ziyue

"Oh no, to think these people have come into the mountains to hunt..." Hong Yi slapped the table and stood up abruptly, taking a few long strides to pull back the cotton curtain and step out of the stone chamber.

As soon as he exited the chamber, a biting wind rushed into his face, making Hong Yi shiver. The snow on the ground was already two feet deep; one step in and a person would sink right down. The sound of barking grew closer, and the situation was becoming increasingly critical.

With a gulp of wine, Hong Yi felt his entire body heat up. "Since I've drunk Mr. Bai's wine, I certainly won't drink it for free. I shall gift him a poem in return."

Hong Yi felt even worse in his heart; these people were not easy to deal with. Even if he went out now and ran into them, he wouldn't be able to lead them away, and it would likely only arouse greater suspicion.

"Hmm?" "What to do? What to do?" Hong Yi saw the panicked state of the three little white foxes and felt a slight panic himself. But from the panicked expressions in the three little foxes' eyes, he could see they were terrified. He also clearly saw the characters written on the ground.

"My god..." In the eyes of Jing Yuxing, Yang Tong, Hong Xuejiao, and Princess Yongchun—these two men and two women—a piercing light flickered simultaneously.

"A dozen Mastiffs!" Hong Yi felt a sense of dizziness, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt that the foxes were doomed.

"Drink our wine, nourish the yin and strengthen the yang, your mouth won't stink..." Hong Yi understood immediately. In such heavy snow, deep in the mountain forests, there couldn't possibly be barking dogs; the only explanation was that hunters had entered the mountains.

That place was also terrifying; it was rumored that even in broad daylight, one could see ghosts attacking people, and no one dared to walk there. The three little white foxes were more sensitive than Hong Yi. As soon as they heard the faint barking in the wind and snow outside, they jumped up, squeaking in alarm, looking extremely flustered.

Hong Yi looked at this large Mastiff that could speak and asked.

"Good wine, immortal wine. And a good song, too. One man dares to walk Qingsha Pass, refuses to kowtow even when seeing the Emperor, and scares away a group of experts without even showing his face; he is truly worthy of being called a hero."

Hearing the names Hong Xuanji and Yang Tuo, the four of them had their expressions turn stern. Prince Cheng's heir, Yang Tong, suddenly stepped forward and asked.

"Hmm? What is this sound?" In other words, if Hong Yi's soul were to leave his body, it would be seen through by the Mastiffs. This young man kept his eyes closed, opening them only when Hong Yi entered; his eyes emitted a soft light, just like warm jade.

Seeing the characters Xiao Shu had scratched onto the ground, the hair on Hong Yi's body stood on end. He saw a young man sitting in the center, dressed in moon-white robes, with long hair tied in a hanging style that fell over his temples.

"Are you one of the Eight Great Demon Immortals of the world? Mr. Bai Ziyue?"

Suddenly, among the dozen large Mastiffs, another one began to speak in human language.

Hong Yi straightened his clothes, preparing to walk out calmly.

As he spoke, Hong Yi stood up, took a few steps, and chanted loudly: "A long sword spans the nine wilds, a high crown brushes the dark firmament; walking alone in a sage and enlightened age, the four seas call me a hero."

Wealthy and powerful families keep Mastiffs to suppress evil spirits.

"Squeak, squeak! Squeak!" Suddenly, a strange change occurred.

The moment this Mastiff died, another Mastiff immediately began to speak in human language again.

Just at this moment, the Mastiffs rushing toward the small hillside suddenly stopped, as if they had sensed some intense threat.

"What is going on?" Seeing Yang Tong like this, the others were startled and suddenly reined in their horses.

At this very instant, a burst of singing suddenly came from afar, and at the same time, a faint scent of wine accompanied the wind and snow.

As soon as Hong Yi climbed the hillside, he saw from afar a dozen black dots appearing at the end of a distant path.

"This song, such great heroism, where is it coming from? One man dares to walk Qingsha Pass, refuses to kowtow even when seeing the Emperor..." Listening to this song, although it lacked poetic refinement, it was filled with heroic spirit, possessing an overwhelming momentum.

"Sir, please sit. Consort Yuan has mentioned you. This is my Monkey Wine, aged for several decades. It can circulate blood and qi, and prolong life. Have a drink."

"What? You discovered me?" Having spent these days together, he already knew the background of these foxes. Although they had started to cultivate, they had no ability to protect themselves. They could handle ordinary hunters, but against hunters with Mastiffs, they had no chance to fight back. They would definitely be torn to shreds, unable to even run away.

This level of supernatural power allows the soul to fly out of the body, possess others, and seize their bodies. The large Mastiff from just a moment ago had been possessed, thus turning against its master.

Just now on the snowy ground, the Mastiffs had been barking incessantly, tracking fiercely, and finally, they had chased them here.

The horses followed behind the Mastiffs, getting closer and closer. When they were still a few thousand paces away, Hong Yi hid behind the woods, barely catching a glimpse of Hong Xuejiao's figure.

"Good."

"Princess, no problem."

Among the dozen Mastiffs, one of the largest suddenly turned its head, as if possessed by something. Its eyes flashed with a fierce light, and with a roar, it lunged violently at Jing Yuxing and his group.

"I am Mr. Bai. It's cold outside; you'd better come with me to the stone chamber." The large Mastiff spoke.

"Run up and reason with them? I'm afraid that won't work. How hateful, if only I were a Grandmaster of Martial Arts..." Hong Yi thought and thought, but couldn't come up with a good way to stop these people. Deep in his heart, he felt a sense of powerlessness.

It was broad daylight, and the three of them could not leave their bodies to communicate. Without reaching the Day-Roaming realm, the soul could not withstand the light of day; even on a snowy day without direct sunlight, it was impossible.

Hong Yi followed the sound, walking with difficulty, step by step toward the outside of the valley.

"Princess! There is something with life force hidden in the woods on that small hillside ahead!"

"Mastiffs!" Hong Yi followed the large Mastiff down the hillside and returned to the stone chamber in the secluded valley.

Woof, woof, woof...

"Who are you?"

"What? The Pure Fox Clan is hiding in the mountains? Let the Mastiffs go up first; I'm afraid they'll tear the foxes to shreds, and that wouldn't be good. If I don't have undamaged pelts... Xuejiao, your archery is good. Later, let the Mastiffs go up and drive the foxes out, then you shoot their eyes. Don't damage the pelts."

As this singing began, the scent of wine drifted everywhere. "Drink our wine, one man dares to walk Qingsha Pass..."

When Hong Yi heard a guard expert shout that something was hidden in the woods, his heart tightened. Suddenly, Yang Tong reined his horse and turned to flee wildly.

"Hoo, hoo, so cold."

An arrow was shot, hitting the large Mastiff right in the eye. The Mastiff flipped over, rolled onto the ground, and stopped moving.

"It's useless. How could your arrow be of any use?"

"This is the method of Ghost Immortal possession! To think there is such a powerful demon! Who! Show yourself!"

The barking sounds emitted by those black dots were indeed the barking of Mastiffs.

"Hong Xuejiao? And those people?"

"Who are you?" "Drink our wine, refuse to kowtow even when seeing the Emperor..."

Just as Hong Yi breathed a sigh of relief, this large Mastiff slowly walked up the hillside and spoke, its tone carrying a questioning air.

"Bad? Hunters have entered the mountains."

"Drink our wine, clear the qi up and down and you won't cough..."

As soon as this name was mentioned, Yang Tong was suddenly shocked, as if he had sensed something terrifying, his eyes staring fixedly at the large Mastiff speaking before him. The scene became exceptionally eerie.

"No matter what, I cannot let Xiao Shu, Xiao Fei, and Xiao Sang suffer. Since they call me brother, I must treat them as my sisters. If others treat me as a man of honor, I shall repay them with my life."

Outside the valley was a small hillside with high terrain. The hillside had woods, which could hide one's body and also allow one to observe the long path outside the valley from a commanding position.

In an instant, horses galloped and Mastiffs ran, returning the way they came. Within half an incense stick of time, they were gone completely, leaving behind only two Mastiff corpses and one large Mastiff.

The person who fired the arrow was none other than Hong Xuejiao.

"Bai Ziyue!"

Hong Yi raised his head; he heard the faint barking of dogs coming from the distance.

"Your surname is Yang, right? Are you from the Royal Family? Go back and tell Yang Tuo that I, Bai Ziyue, will settle the score with him sooner or later. Tell him to wait."

Among them, Xiao Shu was slightly more composed, using her claws to scratch crooked characters onto the ground.

Qingsha Pass was a border between the Great Gan Dynasty and the Cloud Dream Empire. There, wars were fought year after year, countless people died, and corpses piled up like mountains; it was said that every inch of soil was an inch of flesh and blood.

Hong Yi asked, then walked over, took the wine gourd, and took a sip. As it entered his stomach, a warm breath rose up, and it seemed as if a refreshing fragrance was emanating from all forty-eight thousand pores of his body.

The loyal Mastiffs had actually turned against their masters!

Just then, Xiao Shu, Xiao Fei, and Xiao Sang, the three white foxes, began to run around in circles.

"I'm afraid even Elder Tu is no match for these things. I'd better go out and lead them away, saying I'm a scholar who got lost in the deep mountains, and have them send me back. That way, the hunters will be led away."

"Go!"

Bang! At the same time, the accompanying guard experts all took a step forward.

"Good wine... good wine from my own hands..."

The group of people rushing over with Mastiffs and riding horses was none other than Princess Yongchun, Hong Xuejiao, and Prince Cheng's heir, Yang Tong, and Jing Yuxing.

"Hong Yi?"

Beside him lay a purple wine gourd more than two feet long, and on his back was a long sword. His entire person appeared transcendent, like an immortal.

When Mastiffs show their power, they are stronger than lions or tigers; ordinary strong men are no match for them, let alone their ability to see through souls.

Jing Yuxing had killed his own Mastiff, but there was not a hint of a smile on his face; he suddenly shouted.

Jing Yuxing, suddenly encountering such a situation, remained calm. He leaped off his horse, his movements as fast as lightning, like a leopard or tiger pouncing. He struck the skull of the lunging Mastiff with a punch, sending it flying three or five paces away. Just as it was about to struggle to flip over, Jing Yuxing stepped forward and stomped the Mastiff to death!

This series of two moves was clean, neat, and fierce, showing the extraordinary skill of this "Duke of Xiaoli."

When soul cultivation reaches the level of possession and body-seizing, one can be called a Ghost Immortal!

"What to do, what to do. Brother Yi, what to do? This is the sound of Mastiffs. Mastiffs are what we fear most; they can even tear tigers to shreds..."

"Good! To think you can recognize the method of Ghost Immortal possession! But if you want me to show myself, you are still a bit lacking. You'd need Martial Saints like Hong Xuanji and Yang Tuo for that."

The young man laughed heartily and invited Hong Yi to sit down.

He was born into a wealthy family, and although his status was low, he knew about Mastiffs. Each one was the size of a calf, extremely fierce, and a divine creature for guarding homes. Moreover, these creatures were extremely sensitive and naturally possessed spirituality, capable of seeing invisible ghosts.