Devouring People

"May I ask, Master, which incarnation are you?"

Huici put his bamboo hat back on and pressed his palms together. His white sleeves hung down, leaving only his eyes exposed. His gaze was utterly still as he said gently, "You possess fine wisdom light, fellow Daoist."

At that, Li Fuchan stopped asking.

Since Huici had used those words to fend him off, he clearly had no intention of answering.

There was little point in pressing him. Some things simply could not be spoken aloud.

A Buddhist cultivator's origins and secrets were like an immortal cultivator's true name and life-bound essence. How could they be casually revealed to others?

Huici said nothing more either. With one hand, he lifted Flying Light, who lay motionless on the ground.

Charred black blood still flowed from Flying Light's throat, and most of the scales covering his body had shattered. Caught in Huici's grip, he lacked even the strength to struggle.

Huici offered Li Fuchan an apology, then carried the old demon straight into the depths of the Demon Cave.

His white robes flickered a few times through the dim cavern before disappearing into the darkness.

From beginning to end, he had not said a single word asking Li Fuchan to stay, as though wholly unconcerned that he might seize the chance to escape.

Li Fuchan stood where he was, staring at the pitch-black opening, and hesitated for a moment.

Then he realized that he truly did not dare run.

The soul-ensnaring ability the monk had displayed earlier at the village entrance had been terrifying indeed.

Even "illuminating light" had failed to detect it. Had "Li Thunder" not been so domineering, and had he not possessed the tribulation register's support, Huici could probably have come within three feet of him without his noticing a thing,