A fool who should have been lying in a coffin had actually dared to plot against his disciple and provoke him, the Demon Venerable. He deserved ten thousand deaths.
After some questioning, Fang Yang had gained a basic understanding of the Divine Sects of the Demonic Path in the Tang Kingdom, especially the people within Shadow Moon Convent, whom he now knew like the back of his hand.
The Demonic Path Assembly would begin in three days, while the welcoming ceremony would be held tomorrow first.
All the major sects would make an appearance.
When the time came...
He, the Blood Rain Demon Venerable they had excluded, would certainly give these people quite a surprise.
"The Demon Venerable is me, and I am the Demon Venerable. If the Demon Venerable could trample you underfoot at will for all these decades, I can do the same."
Fang Yang murmured, brimming with confidence.
Then he turned his gaze toward Gong Yajun. Seeing the Abbess draped in a translucent dark robe, her fragrant shoulders half-bared and a trace of allure still upon her, the killing intent that had dissipated gradually rose again.
He simply drew Gong Yajun into his arms.
"You just described the characteristics of the major sects' secret methods. What secret method does your Shadow Moon Convent possess?"
Their skin touched, and his burning skin made Gong Yajun tremble. Her alluring eyes grew languid.
Her holy eyes seemed filled with endless spring waters as she spoke with plaintive reproach.
"Demon Venerable, you just had both mistress and disciple chant sutras together to dispel your killing intent. Do you still not understand Shadow Moon Convent's secret method? The purple moon is like water, endlessly renewing itself."
"As long as Shadow Moon Convent's secret method circulates normally, we can recover our stamina in