Demon Concubine Wei Fengniang

Sikong Hu could not believe it no matter what. The two books of Daoist scripture that he and Pu Miaomiao had poured their heart's blood into and pondered over for a lifetime had actually been misinterpreted from the very beginning? The true meaning within the scriptures that the two of them had "guessed" at through countless instances of closed-door cultivation, day in and day out, was actually thousands of miles off the mark and heading in completely opposite directions?

How could this be!

He opened his mouth to retort, yet with the words at the tip of his tongue he could not open it again, all his countless words completely scattered by the memories surging up in his mind.

When he cultivated these two books of scripture, they indeed encountered many places that could not be explained. Some places were even contradictory from front to back; one method of explanation smoothed things out here, yet there it made no sense, and once they explained that place clearly, it conflicted with here. With thousands of tangled threads intertwined with one another, pressing down the gourd only to have the ladle pop up, they were never able to thoroughly comprehend and master all of it.

Over the years, the Spells in the book were something they had practiced hard with erroneous understandings, suffering deviations in cultivation several times and nearly becoming paralyzed on a few occasions.

Unable to figure out the scriptures, the two of them had expended great effort to gather other cultivation methods, hoping that stones from other hills could serve to polish jade. Because the two of them lacked upright dispositions, the friends they made were mostly from the Unorthodox Path, or even demonic sorts, and the methods they gathered were mostly wicked arts. Combining these to cultivate the scriptures, the more they interpreted the more wicked it became, and the more they cultivated the more evil it grew, until in the end they all entered the lowest strata of the Unorthodox Path and Demonic Path.

In previous years, they newly made the acquaintance of Miraculous Fairy Xu Feiniang of the Mount Wutai sect, and they took the scriptures apart and brought them out to communicate with her.

Xu Feiniang was born with an exquisite heart of seven apertures and was exceedingly clever. Within a few words she figured out their intent, and playing along with their ruse, she casually explained things in a way that drew them further and further down the demonic path.

When the two of them tested it afterward, the power of the Spells they refined truly increased greatly, and thus they believed it without a shadow of a doubt. Over the span of several years, each of them newly refined formidable magic treasures; Sikong Hu's sixteen demonic banners were formed precisely from this.

How could they know that Xu Feiniang had deliberately led the two of them into evil while manipulating things from the shadows? The deeper their cultivation became, the more severe her dark control over the yin demons became. At best it could affect their thoughts and consciousness, and later on, if it became severe, it could directly take their lives at any time!

Now having heard Shi Feiyang's explanation, Sikong Hu could not accept it emotionally, yet rationally he felt that his interpretation was the correct one!

Shi Feiyang paid no heed to his inner conflict. He could be certain that the Twenty-Eight True Scripture and the Twenty-One True Scripture were both orthodox Daoist Pill Books. Although incomplete, they were the most core portions. Regarding the power of the Spells within the books, they fell far short of the Supplementary Volume of the Heavenly Book, but regarding the quality of the cultivation method for internal elixirs, they were actually several notches superior. The Supplementary Volume of the Heavenly Book also contained methods for elixir cultivation, but they were Unorthodox Path methods that had not entered the true stream.

Shi Feiyang had previously absorbed the medicinal efficacy of the Qingling Grass Pearl and refined true yang from the water elixir. It had followed numerological calculations, belonging half to calculation and half to guesswork. Now, with these two Pill Books, he possessed a systematic Daoist method of elixirs, and he could proceed with the next step of cultivation: utilizing the Twenty-Eight True Scripture to temper the divine fire origin elixir, refining true yin from within it, and sending it into the water elixir. When the time came, yin and yang would unite in harmony, and the dragon pearl could be formed!

Every day he cultivated bitterly in the murky depths underwater, the internal Elixir Qi growing ever more abundant. After a few more months, winter passed and spring came, and the surface of his body gradually began to feel itchy. Beneath his skin, new skin was gradually growing, separating from the original epidermis.

The skin-shedding had begun!

At this time, he required a massive amount of solar true essence; otherwise, with insufficient yang qi and blazing yin qi, in the end he could only become an earth dragon.

Every day at noon, he swam out of the surface of the lake and had long since found a flat rock mound on the bank. He lay upon it, his body stretching out completely to receive the sunlight, while simultaneously circulating the origin elixir within his belly to absorb the solar essence to the maximum extent.

When the Zi hour of night arrived, the Kan and Li palaces intersected within his body and water and fire achieved completion, whereupon he would swoon away into unconsciousness. At this time, if someone calculated the timing well and came down, they could hack him to death with a single sword.

Shi Feiyang had taken the Immortals-Slaying Pill, and its medicinal power transformed into millions of formless sharp blades, hacking and slashing his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, tendons, bones, flesh, and skin repeatedly from the inside out, inch by inch. The excruciating pain kept him conscious.

He had refined sixty Immortals-Slaying Pills for himself, which was just enough to use for the period of the two-month skin-shedding. When compounding the medicine, he had already cut the pain-inducing poison in half and added quite a few spiritual medicines that greatly supplemented the origin qi, yet even so the pain that erupted made him almost unable to bear it, thrashing back and forth and groaning incessantly as he lay upon the Sleeping Dragon Rock at the bottom of the lake.

Little People Mo Zhui watched with deep anxiety: I'll give you some more of my blood.

Shi Feiyang stopped him and told him to go back into his nest and hide well: I need to hurt. If it doesn't hurt, I'll fall into a dead sleep. I adjusted the formula for this medicine; while it hurts, it can fiercely replenish the origin qi of the five viscera and fill the depletion of magical power. It's a good thing. Although it's somewhat torturous to the body, my three-thousand-year dragon body is sturdy enough and nothing will go amiss... Hurry up and tuck yourself away. No matter what happens, do not show your face, for it's hard to guarantee that a sword immortal won't calculate that my fortune is waning and come to take advantage of the fire to rob me. This is my tribulation, and I must push through it myself.

Mo Zhui then returned to the rooting spot to hide, yet he still exposed a small head to look outward, preparing to charge over and feed him blood the moment Shi Feiyang took a turn for the worse. Such a formidable and good-tempered guardian beast was encountered once in ten thousand years, and he simply could not let him die just like that.

Enduring all the way until the Yin hour, when the sky outside grew bright, the sensation of pain gradually receded. Shi Feiyang rested for a few hours, and when the Wu hour arrived, he went outside once more to absorb the solar essence.

Thus he endured through one Zi-Wu day and night after another. The two-month period flashed by, and seeing that the final day had arrived, his magical power dropped to its lowest point. Under normal circumstances, he should have only been left with one-third of his magical power; however, because the Immortals-Slaying Pills he had eaten these past few days contained a massive amount of restorative medicine, over these final three days he had additionally swallowed Fury Profound Pills, forcibly stimulating his potential to cause his magical power to surge to eighty percent of its peak state.

The daytime remained as calm as ever. When night fell, he swallowed an Immortals-Slaying Pill and endured bitterly at the bottom of the lake, suddenly feeling a sensation in his heart: someone had arrived!

At this moment, two people had arrived atop the peak: a Daoist nun with a bewitching appearance, wearing a maple-leaf-colored, brilliant red Daoist robe, her eye corners and brows carrying all manner of seductive charm alongside piercing murderous intent. The other was a red-robed barbarian monk whose face and temperament were extremely ferocious.

These two were none other than Wei Fengniang and Bruninga.

Wei Fengniang was originally a disciple of the Buddhist Sect divine nun Abbess Guangming. Abbess Guangming was originally a Daoist sword immortal who practiced quiet cultivation in the Bokuer Mountains of Xinjiang, uniquely creating Tianshan sect Spells amidst the flying snow of the heavens, earning her the moniker Hanqiong Fairy.

Later, Abbess Guangming accepted Wei Fengniang as her sole mantle-inheriting successor, passing down everything she had learned throughout her life. After completing her studies, Wei Fengniang went to the Central Plains and, emboldened by her skills, acted with unbridled lawlessness. She specialized in using Spells to toy with vigorous young men, and those who caught her eye she would abduct with Spells, taking them to secluded places to forcibly demand compliance, caring nothing whether they lived or died afterward... Aside from this category, she had also committed many absurd and wicked deeds.

Because her Swordsmanship was superb and her magical power formidable, many sword immortals of the Central Plains could not withstand her and were killed by her in large numbers. When someone discerned the style of her family lineage, they went to lodge a complaint with Abbess Guangming, throwing the abbess into a towering rage as she immediately came from the Dapo of Bokuer in Xinjiang to find her.

Knowing her master had emerged from seclusion, Wei Fengniang was frightened out of her wits, well aware that given her licentious, dissolute, and murderous actions, according to her sect's precepts she deserved to die ten or twenty times over. Fearing that her master would cleanse the sect, she plotted with her newly acquainted male confidant, the barbarian monk Bruninga. Feigning an intention to go apologize to her master, she secretly ordered Bruninga to lie in ambush, and the two of them would use the shattering of a cup as a signal to launch a sudden strike, using the magic treasure Crow-Venom Thorn to injure Abbess Guangming's left arm before launching a fierce, all-out assault to send Abbess Guangming to her death.

Abbess Guangming fled in disarray and preserved her life, but her arm was completely ruined. Of a resolute disposition, having suffered at the hands of her disciple, she took it as a supreme humiliation, and was moreover heartbroken that the disciple she had raised since childhood and viewed as her own biological daughter had actually joined forces with outsiders to kill her. Overcome with disillusionment, she ceased even to cultivate the Dao, abandoned her Cave Abode in Xinjiang, and converted to Buddhism, taking monastic vows in the borderlands of Sichuan and shaving her head to become a nun with the Dharma name Guangming.

Seeing that even her master dared not discipline her, Wei Fengniang ran amok with Bruninga, becoming ever more lawless and unbridled.

That Bruninga was a renowned demonic monk of the Western Yunnan Demon Cult. In his cult, they specialized in the Dual Cultivation Great Method, and he had long since regarded Wei Fengniang as his enthroned Demon Consort, passing down demonic sect secret arts so that the two of them shared realms of blissful ultimate joy.

The marvelous thing was that the two of them bore no ties of husband and wife. Usually they might be together or apart, each having their own way of playing; Wei Fengniang sought out men while Bruninga sought out women, without interfering with one another. Whenever thoughts stirred within them, they would unite in dual cultivation, attaining a great deal of unconstrained freedom.

The two of them had long known that the Heavenly Book was within the Ding Lake, resting in the hands of a Monster dragon. Because the Monster dragon possessed three thousand years of cultivation and its strength was quite formidable, while the bottom of the lake was additionally guarded by the Gold-Sealed Heavenly Talisman left behind by the Yellow Emperor, taking it by force was truly no easy matter. Calculating that the day of the Monster dragon's skin-shedding would see its magical power wane and its state plunge into an unconscious swoon, they had rushed over at this very moment to slay the dragon and seize the treasure!