Subduing the Mahayana Demon King

A Mahayana Demon King was already an overlord in his own right.

If his underlings were to witness this scene, their eyes would likely pop out of their sockets in shock.

Yet, at this moment, the Demon King, who had taken the form of an old man, could not care about such things.

He understood that he had truly provoked an existence he should never have crossed.

It would be no exaggeration to say he had committed a grave, heaven-reaching error.

How could he possibly offend someone who was likely even stronger and more terrifying than a True Immortal?

That was why he was kowtowing like a pestle hitting a mortar.

He sought only to atone for his sins.

At the same time, he felt an immense sense of relief.

He was fortunate that he had left himself an out and hadn't foolishly rushed in to act recklessly. If he had truly ignored all consequences and torn down the temple upon arrival, the other party's retaliation would not have been a mere minor punishment.

Instead, the being would have likely summoned heavenly lightning or used some other method to scatter his soul into oblivion.

Thinking of this, cold sweat drenched his back.

He kowtowed even more frantically.

He begged only for the other party's forgiveness.

His actions naturally left the surrounding pilgrims and the temple keeper completely stunned.

Because the Locust Wood Immortal Sword had once slain a tiger demon here and saved the lives of the entire city, this temple had been built quite early, nearly two years ago.

The stream of pilgrims was constant.

Yet, while there were many who came to offer incense, no one had ever seen someone retreat in public while vomiting blood like this.

The crowd was struck dumb, staring at one another in bewilderment.

Then, seeing the man kowtowing frantically with a look of utter terror and horror on his face, a wave of discussion erupted.

"Could he have offended the Immortal Master?"

"It must be so. I saw him when he was offering incense earlier; he had a smirk on his face and acted flippantly, without a shred of piety."

"That must be why the Immortal Master sent down divine punishment. The Immortal has manifested!"

With that said, everyone inside and outside the temple knelt to the ground, kowtowing incessantly.

They were not afraid, but overjoyed.

Although there had always been rumors that the Immortal Master was highly responsive to prayers, those were just legends. How many people had actually witnessed a true divine manifestation?

Now, they could speak with pride.

I have seen it!

For the pilgrims who came to offer incense, what could be more exciting than this?

And so, the scene before them unfolded.

Lin Xiaoyao was also dumbfounded.

He had merely been dissatisfied by the other party's probing and had intended to teach the Mahayana Demon King a small lesson.

He had used less than one ten-thousandth of his Saint's might.

He had originally expected the fellow to retreat in the face of difficulty.

He never imagined that a dignified Mahayana Demon King would be so shameless; after receiving only a minor lesson and spitting a bit of blood, he immediately began kowtowing to beg for mercy?

Was he really that devoid of pride?

Lin Xiaoyao was completely bewildered.

He had not realized that even though he had used less than one ten-thousandth of his Saint's might, it still carried the attributes of a Saint's realm.

It had allowed the other party to glimpse things beyond comprehension.

For instance, the sun, the moon, and the stars.

For instance, a world within a single grain of sand.

For instance, the blooming and withering of flowers, which actually represented the laws of time.

Although a mere minor demon of the Mahayana stage might not fully grasp it, he was, after all, an existence who had lived for ten thousand years and weathered many storms. From these subtle clues, he knew he had provoked an existence he should never have crossed.

That was why he was so fearful and chilled to the bone, leading him to kowtow and admit his mistake.

As for the pilgrims who believed the Immortal Master had manifested and were scrambling to bow, that was an entirely different matter.

Lin Xiaoyao shook his head, yet a smile hung at the corners of his lips.

Although things had gone somewhat beyond his expectations.

But the feeling of being worshipped as an immortal... you have to admit, it was actually quite nice.

As for that Mahayana-stage little demon?

Forget it.

There was no need to kill him; keeping him might prove useful in the future.

Thus, through the connection with the statue, he transmitted a little something over once again.

To return to that Mahayana demon king, although he had stopped kowtowing at this moment.

He still remained kneeling before the statue, unable to rise.

His heart was filled with trepidation and anxiety, and he regretted his actions to an indescribable degree; he had truly been far too reckless today.

He wondered how this great being would punish him?

Although he was terrified to the extreme, he could not muster even a shred of desire to resist.

Because he could be certain that this mastermind behind the scenes was definitely not a true immortal, but an even stronger and more terrifying existence.

Resist?

Make an enemy of him?

What a joke; he was not such a fool as to seek his own death.

To put it bluntly, even if that great being wanted to kill him, the moment he recalled what he had seen in the illusion earlier, he would only be able to stretch out his neck for the blade, not daring to resist in the slightest.

Just like that, he waited, trembling with fear.

Every second felt like a year!

It was as if a prisoner were awaiting the verdict of his sentence.

Just then, his eyelids twitched as he sensed something that surprised him.

The pain in his chest was gone.

The injuries he had sustained earlier had already healed.

Earlier, he had speculated on divine might and brought this upon himself, suffering the consequences of his own actions.

Although the injuries were not severe, they were certainly not light either.

Furthermore, he could sense that a trace of strange, oppressive power still lingered within his meridians; although the amount was small, the realm it represented was extremely high.

In short, it was very difficult to purge.

In other words, even if this great being forgave his crime of disrespect, his injuries would likely have been very difficult to heal.

This was a difficult problem.

However, he could not concern himself with that for the time being.

Because right now, obtaining the other party's forgiveness and saving his own life was the top priority.

Originally, he had been extremely anxious.

He had not expected that the great being would not only forgive him but also casually heal his injuries.

This left the demon both shocked and delighted, filled with immense gratitude.

He respectfully kowtowed three times to the statue in front of him and prayed silently in his heart: "Thank you, Senior, for your forgiveness. Your grace is like a rebirth. This little demon is endlessly grateful. In this life, I am willing to be your servant, to be driven by your command, and I would not refuse even death."

After saying this.

The demon opened his mouth, and a wisp of spiritual light, invisible to mortals, slowly flew toward the statue in front.

It was actually a wisp of his own soul!

"He is actually willing to hand over a wisp of his soul; he truly is willing to be my subordinate and servant, to be driven by my command!"

In the small courtyard, Lin Xiaoyao sat up from his recliner, his face full of surprise.

He had not expected things to turn out this way.

To have inexplicably subdued a Mahayana demon king just like that?

Could it be that he truly possessed the aura of a king, which was why the other party had bowed down in submission?

Pah!

Lin Xiaoyao spat.

What was the aura of a king worth?

He was a Saint, after all.

For a mere Mahayana demon king to be willing to serve as a slave and be driven by his command, it only proved that the demon was smart and had a good eye.

Since the other party insisted on being his underling, Lin Xiaoyao could not let him down, could he?

Although in his eyes, the Mahayana stage was not worth mentioning and nothing special.

But in the world of cultivation, that was truly an existence looked up to by countless cultivators and demon clans.

One must know that the Sect Master of the Feathering Sect was currently only at the mid-stage of the Profound Connection realm; the distance to the Mahayana stage was not just a small gap, but a world of difference.