Cushion Old Demon! Demon Fiend Fishy Wind! Shadow Stealth Slays Demon!

At the foot of Yellow Wind Mountain.

Towering ancient trees blotted out the sky and sun, while sunlight spilled through gaps in the branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows.

It should have been a scene brimming with life, yet not a single bird call could be heard, not even the chirping of insects. The silence was terrifying.

Mu Yang carried the Feather-Command Broadblade on his back as he slowly walked along a forest path.

Ever since he had entered the woods, a faint demonic aura had lingered in his nostrils.

Ordinary people would never notice this scent, much less follow it. But with the blue trait, Keen Sense of Smell, Mu Yang easily followed the demonic aura onward.

His footsteps were light, making almost no sound, while his calm gaze swiftly swept over his surroundings.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked up at a massive ancient tree not far away.

Its branches and leaves were lush, its trunk thick and sturdy.

But that was not the strange part. The strange part was that beneath the ancient tree sat a meditation cushion.

A Rat Demon sat cross-legged atop the cushion.

Its entire body was covered in dark yellow bristles. Its aged face was full of wrinkles, and its cloudy eyes hung half-open, half-closed, as if it were resting with its eyes shut.

It was not especially large.

Compared with Hui Da, whom he had just slain, it was smaller. Even compared with Hui Er, it was a full size smaller.

Judging by its build alone, it could be called utterly ordinary. Yet Mu Yang could sense that the aura emanating from its body was even more tyrannical than Hui Da's.

Without a doubt, this was his target—the occupant of Yellow Wind Mountain, Huang Feng.

As Mu Yang observed Huang Feng, it seemed to notice Mu Yang's presence as well. Its large nose suddenly twitched.

Then its eyes flew open, and its hoarse voice exploded through the forest.

"The scent of my son? Why is it on you?!"

Before Mu Yang could speak, Huang Feng continued on its own, "It was you. You killed my son. What colossal nerve you have, daring to kill Huang Feng's son!!"

"Not only did I kill your son, I'm going to kill you now." Mu Yang grinned, his snow-white teeth gleaming.

"Ahhh—!!! Bastard, die!!"

Huang Feng had lived for so many years; when had it ever suffered such provocation?

It slammed both hands against the ground, and its brawny body sprang up from the meditation cushion. Terrifying demonic aura surged like a gale, making the surrounding trees sway violently.

Amid the raging demonic aura, Huang Feng's body turned into a black shadow and pounced fiercely at Mu Yang.

Mu Yang held his blade in one hand, narrowing his eyes slightly as he observed it closely.

This speed is far too slow!

Mu Yang thought to himself.

In truth, Huang Feng was not slow. It was even somewhat faster than Hui Da, but it could not compare at all to Hui Er after he cast the Demon Blood Spell.

Its presence was certainly imposing, carrying the feeling of a great demon whose might reached the heavens.

Unfortunately, having a strong presence was useless!

Mu Yang held his blade one-handed as Blood Qi circulated through his body. The muscles in his legs swelled, and he launched himself from the ground, striking after yet arriving first, appearing before Huang Feng.

"What?!"

Huang Feng had clearly not expected Mu Yang to be so fast. Seeing him charge before it, it was instantly shocked.

Fortunately, it was an old demon tempered by countless battles. Almost instinctively, it mobilized its demonic power and cast a Demon Blood Spell.

Demon Fiend Fishy Wind!!

A pitch-black gale suddenly spewed from Huang Feng's mouth. It was not especially fast, but it was filled with a pungent, baleful stench that made one want to vomit.

With his Keen Sense of Smell, Mu Yang immediately sensed that something was wrong. Three-Breath Lightness operated at full force, and he forcibly changed direction in midair, brushing past the black wind.

"This wind has a corrosive effect..."

After landing, Mu Yang glanced at where the Demon Fiend Fishy Wind had swept through.

The grass and trees had withered, and even the soil was pitted with holes.

"Hahahaha! Even if your body is nimble and you have some strength, without true qi, how can you withstand my Demon Fiend Fishy Wind?!"

Seeing Mu Yang forced back, Huang Feng laughed smugly.

Once it unleashed this Demon Fiend Fishy Wind, unless a Fourth-Stage Condensing Qi Realm martial artist who had condensed true qi used it to protect their body, an ordinary martial artist's flesh could not withstand it at all.

"You killed my son, and now you want to kill me? Come on, let me see how you plan to kill me! Hahahahaha!!"

Huang Feng threw back its head and laughed. Waves of black demon wind immediately flew from its foul-smelling mouth.

The terrifying Demon Fiend Fishy Wind slowly spread toward Mu Yang, almost wrapping around him from all sides.

Huang Feng was immensely pleased with itself, its mouth even splitting into a smile of vengeance fulfilled.

Pfft!!

However, at that moment, the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh suddenly rang beside Huang Feng's ear.

The smile on its face abruptly froze, and its body stiffened like wax.

It stared at the blade tip that had somehow pierced out from its chest, its heart filled with confusion.

Why? Why was there a blade emerging from its chest?

Huang Feng did not understand, but as it felt the life force continuously draining from its body, it became afraid.

"Spare... spare me. I won't avenge my son anymore..." Huang Feng was terrified.

It had not lived long enough. It did not want to die yet.

However, the only response it received was a cold blade flash.

And the dull sound of a head rolling across the ground.

Only then did Huang Feng notice that a patch of shadow, rippling like flowing water, had somehow appeared beneath its feet.

It looked very much like its second son's ability.

Whoosh~~~

Without Huang Feng's demonic power sustaining it, the terrifying Demon Fiend Fishy Wind dissipated.

All that remained was devastation covering the ground, along with a headless Rat Demon Corpse.

[ Ding! Detected that the host has slain a Third Rank Rat Demon. Equipment Coiling Snake Spear has met the conditions for permanent solidification. This equipment has been permanently solidified!]

[ Ding! Detected that the host has slain a Third Rank Rat Demon. Equipment Clear Wind Sword has met the conditions for permanent solidification. This equipment has been permanently solidified!]

[ Ding! Detected that the host has slain a Third Rank Rat Demon. Equipment...]

[Current empty Equipment Slot count: 4]

On the way here, Mu Yang had casually placed the High-Grade Martial Arts, Coiling Snake Spear and Clear Wind Sword, along with two Mid-Grade Martial Arts, into his Equipment Slots.

Unfortunately, with so many people watching, he could not store away the demon corpses in Li Village. Otherwise, he should already have broken through to the Middle Blood-Marrow Realm.

But it did not matter.

Mu Yang looked at Huang Feng's corpse, and a translucent panel tinted with ink-wash hues slowly appeared.

[Equipable item: Rat Demon Corpse (Intact)]

[Rank: Third Rank]

[Equipment effects: ① Sturdy Physique (Blue): Physique receives a massive increase (physical strength, total stamina, and reaction speed all increase comprehensively).

② Qi-Blood Abundance (Blue): Total Blood Qi receives a massive increase.

③ Demon Fiend Fishy Wind (Purple): Blood Qi may be expended to release Demon Fiend Fishy Wind with a flesh-corroding effect. The higher the quality of Blood Qi, the stronger the corrosive effect.]

[Permanent solidification condition: Equip this item for seventy days, or while this item is equipped, slay any demon beast of Third Rank or above.]

Two blue traits and one purple trait—three traits in total.

This was the equipment with the highest-quality traits Mu Yang had ever seen.

He knew the blue Qi-Blood Abundance trait well. It could provide Blood Qi equivalent to three High-Grade Martial Arts.

This was the first time he had seen the blue Sturdy Physique trait, but its effect was likely not bad.

What delighted Mu Yang most was the Demon Fiend Fishy Wind trait, which had reached purple quality.

He had just witnessed this thing's effect with his own eyes.

Even with his current physical strength, he had felt a faint stinging pain when approaching it. If he touched it, he would probably be injured.

Its power was easy to imagine.

More importantly, this ability's power depended on the quality of one's Blood Qi.

And the Golden Blood Marrow he had forged through Third Tendon-Tempering and Bone Tempering produced Blood Qi of exceptionally high quality.

If he used it, its power would likely surpass Huang Feng's.

With that thought, he silently recited in his heart.

"Equip Rat Demon Corpse!"

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