Words Follow Law, Demons Punished

He looked up at the night sky, then his figure flickered as he prepared to move.

However, at that very moment, a faint voice drifted into his ears: "To cut off someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents, so I wonder how one should account for destroying someone's place of livelihood?"

The voice came abruptly, yet it carried a hint of mockery.

The black shadow, however, had no way to discern it; he only felt his scalp prickle, with but a single thought in his mind...

Who is it?

He was careful in his work, and throughout this journey, absolutely no one had been lurking or following him.

Before he acted just now, he had even used his divine sense to observe the surroundings, and this Founder's Shrine was absolutely empty.

How could someone suddenly be speaking right beside his ear?

If it were merely that, he would not have been so fearful.

The key was that the moment this faint voice entered his ears, he discovered that his concealment technique had suddenly lost all effect.

It was as if an insect in the shadows had been forced to expose itself in the broad daylight.

This left him both shocked and terrified.

His heart sank to the very bottom.

One must know that he was a demon cultivator, and the concealment he was currently using was not some mere spell, but an innate divine ability he had awakened!

Even if he were facing Ancestor Tongxuan, the other party would find it difficult to break it.

How much more so with a single faint sentence?

Who could achieve such a feat?

Could it be that this Feathering Sect still had a Great Vehicle ancestor sitting in command?

Or perhaps an even stronger existence...

The black shadow felt his entire body go limp, his mind a complete blank.

He did not run.

It was not that he didn't want to, but that he could not...

At this moment, he was like a pile of mush, nearly collapsing to the ground in terror.

"This... how is this possible?"

The black shadow himself found it inconceivable.

Under the Great King, he might not have been the bravest demon cultivator, but he was certainly the most daring; otherwise, he would never have dared to brave the danger alone and break into this dragon's den of the Feathering Sect by himself.

To be able to do so relied not only on his concealment technique but also on his sheer nerve.

Yet now, he hadn't even seen the face of his enemy; merely hearing his voice had scared him to the point of his heart and soul shattering.

The black shadow himself found it unbelievable—since when had he become such a coward?

But there was no reason for it.

He was just afraid.

It was as if a mouse had fallen into the claws of a cat; at this moment, all he could do was tremble!

Yet, in his heart, he was unwilling to accept it.

Even if he were to die, he wanted to die knowing why.

But he lacked even the courage to ask where the other party was.

He could only cower there, shivering.

The demon cultivator was bewildered, feeling somewhat dazed.

He began to wonder if a Great Vehicle ancestor truly possessed such might, and an incredible thought even sprouted in his mind...

Could it be that I have encountered a True Immortal!

But he felt that was too absurd.

Each moment felt like a year.

The demon cultivator felt as if he were going insane.

Just then, the sound of footsteps reached his ears, and he finally summoned the courage to lift his head.

He then saw a youth in his early twenties, with an ordinary appearance, dressed in the green robes of a Qi-refining disciple.

The expression on the demon cultivator's face instantly became as colorful as if he had seen a ghost.

Although he had been anxious and cowardly just a moment ago, he had been desperately trying to figure out which big shot he had encountered.

He had made all sorts of guesses.

From Great Vehicle and Tribulation Transcendence, all the way up to True Immortal and beyond...

Yet he had never imagined such a result.

Could it really be this seemingly ordinary youth before him?

Looking at him, the other party's smile was gentle, seemingly devoid of any threat, yet he could feel that this was the very culprit who had brought a nightmarish threat upon him.

Thump!

The demon cultivator couldn't help but kneel, tears streaming down his face. Even though there was no spiritual pressure emanating from the man, he felt as if he were facing a towering mountain—no, the crushing weight of the entire heavens and myriad worlds!

"Speak, why exactly have you come to the Feathering Sect?"

Lin Xiaoyao's smile remained gentle.

If it were any other cultivator, they would undoubtedly have employed a soul-searching technique in this situation.

But for him, there was certainly no need to be so crude or troublesome.

He would let the other party speak for himself.

"Y-you... if I tell you, will you spare me?"

The demon cultivator's hoarse voice reached his ears; it seemed as though merely uttering those words had exhausted every ounce of his strength.

"No."

Lin Xiaoyao's voice remained as calm and gentle as ever. He didn't like to lie or deceive, so he spoke the truth.

If this scene were witnessed by others, it would undoubtedly seem absurd.

If you want someone to confess honestly, you should at least offer a glimmer of hope or a sweet incentive. How could you tell them directly that even if they spoke the truth, you would kill them anyway?

Since they would die if they spoke and die if they didn't, surely the other party would refuse out of despair, or at the very least, spout nonsense...

Yet, Lin Xiaoyao seemed completely unconcerned by this, as if he had never considered that the other party might deceive him out of disappointment.

But what happened next was truly inconceivable.

Even knowing he would die, the demon cultivator, despite his terror, dared not show a shred of resentment. He remained obedient, laying out the cause and effect of the matter to Lin Xiaoyao bit by bit.

He held nothing back, detailing everything to the extreme, just like a subject answering the inquiries of his sovereign.

Half an hour later.

"Black Python Mountain, Demon King?"

Lin Xiaoyao nodded.

Finally, he glanced back at the dark figure. "Although heaven has the virtue of cherishing life, I have no interest in letting a tiger return to the mountains. How about this: end your own life."

"Thank you, thank you, my lord."

Being told to kill himself, the demon cultivator felt he should be furious.

As a proud and powerful member of the demon race, how could he simply submit to an enemy?

Even if he knew he couldn't win, he should fight to the death, engage in a magnificent battle, and even if he ultimately fell, he should try to drag his opponent down with him.

In short, he should never let the other party have their way so easily.

After all, if he wasn't even afraid of death, what in this world could make him feel fear or hesitation?

For many years, the demon cultivator had always thought this way and acted accordingly; he had even managed to carve a bloody path to safety several times.

So, deep down, he felt he should fight to the death. Even if the other party were a true immortal, so what? Even if he died, he had to bite a piece out of him.

Yet the reality was that he wanted to resist, but some unseen force in the dark seemed to tell him that he was forbidden, that he could not resist.

How could he dare to defy this lord?

Even if he told him to die, it was a grace, and he should obediently comply...

Why?

The demon cultivator couldn't fathom it, tears streaming down his face.

Yet his body was incredibly honest, complying obediently. Not only did he not resist, but before dying, he even thanked the man and kowtowed three times.

The demon cultivator felt he must have gone mad.

After saying his goodbyes and expressing his gratitude, he actually ended his own life and passed away.