Layer upon layer of frost had almost formed on the floor.
Defiled by my own master?
This demon actually laid hands on his disciple.
He flouted every moral principle.
Did he feel no shame at all?
At that moment, Ye Qinghong's mind went almost completely blank. When he recovered, he moved to draw the Azure Shadow Sword.
He would fight this demon to the death.
Fang Yang saw all of it.
Just as I thought, this demon only ever used brute force. He knew nothing about psychological manipulation.
That was why his disciples hated him to the bone.
Even the slightest touch provoked such a violent reaction.
Of course, the Demon Venerable might simply have been so depraved that this was exactly what he enjoyed.
With his outstanding strength and confidence that he could crush anything, he didn't care.
But the problem was, I cared.
Right now, he was dancing on the edge of a blade.
To maintain his persona, he could only go against his conscience and act ruthlessly.
Yet he could not go too far. One careless move could put his life in danger.
This was too hard!
Fang Yang grumbled inwardly, but his expression remained icy!
His eyes even carried the viciousness unique to the Demon Venerable.
"What, unwilling? My eldest disciple, I know you aren't afraid to die. But surely you wouldn't want your four junior sisters to suffer, would you?"
Those words made Ye Qinghong's expression freeze. The Azure Shadow Sword trembling incessantly behind him also grew still.
A swordsman!
Unfettered and unbound!
Especially someone like him, who already possessed a glazed sword heart, was rarely disturbed by external things.
But his sole weakness was his four junior sisters.
The five of them had grown up together, bathed together, played together...
He could not let his four junior sisters suffer, much less allow this demon to defile them!
At that thought, he stood there coldly.
He said not a word.
A mantle of frost continued to shroud him.
The great hall was cold enough to pierce bone.
"This was merely a small punishment. If there is a next time, I certainly won't let you off lightly! Withdraw!"
Fang Yang snorted coldly and swept his sleeve.
He turned his back on him.
Ye Qinghong gave his master a long, searching look.
His figure flashed.
He chose a path paved entirely with blue bricks.
And drifted away!
The instant he stepped outside, Sword Qi crisscrossed beyond the great hall, and snow began falling from nowhere.
"Phew!"
The moment Ye Qinghong left.
Fang Yang could not help exhaling a stale breath.
That was too dangerous!
I escaped death by a hair!
Luckily, that stack of diaries had given me an intimate understanding of the Demon Venerable.
And thanks to my composure under pressure and quick wits, I came up with that inspired slap.
Only then did that unfilial disciple believe me a little.
He was certain that, without that slap,
he might already have met his end in the Yellow Springs.
Although he had barely weathered the crisis, he knew perfectly well that this was only temporary.
Every one of his five unfilial disciples hated him to the bone.
Their sole inner creed was this.
A master lying in a coffin was a good master.
This time, Ye Qinghong had been frightened into retreating partly because Fang Yang's acting was superb.
The other reason was that the Demon Venerable had cast an enormous shadow over the hearts of all five disciples.
It left them suspicious of everything, afraid to act recklessly.
But he had only fooled him for the moment. Given Ye Qinghong's intelligence, he would probably realize something was wrong soon after returning and continue probing.
And his next probe would certainly be more decisive than this one. He might even attack outright.
When that happened, Fang Yang would undoubtedly die.
Only formidable strength would allow him to face all this without fear and make his performance increasingly convincing.
Take today, for example...
If he had truly acted like that demon, forcibly raising his rod and taking him on single-handed!
He would definitely have cowed that unfilial disciple!
Moreover, according to the demon's diary, the demonic path would hold a Demon Gate Grand Banquet in three months. Every demonic sect would attend.
They would compete in martial prowess and establish the rankings of the demonic sects,
and everyone, from disciples to guardians, elders, and even sect leaders, would take part.
At best, they would suffer grave injuries; at worst, they would die.
In previous years, the Demon Venerable had swept across the eight wildernesses, effortlessly securing first place for the Blood Rain Cult.
But now, the Demon Venerable was dead.
Once the banquet began in three months, Fang Yang would have only the slimmest chance of surviving.
Improve my strength!
He had to improve his strength at any cost. It was his only choice, his only way out of this deadlock.
A cup of tea's time later.
Blood Rain Palace, Demon Venerable Pavilion!
Fang Yang sat cross-legged on the floor, a row of jade slips arranged before him.
"Heavenly Demon Art," "God-Shocking Sword," "Desire Maiden Art"...
Countless priceless texts that could unleash storms of blood and carnage in the outside world were merely left to gather dust in the Demon Venerable's quarters.
"'Heavenly Demon Art.' This should be what the Blood Rain Demon Venerable cultivated."
Fang Yang murmured to himself. He had found only scattered references in the diaries.
The Demon Venerable rarely recorded his cultivation methods in his diaries!
According to him, his gifts were extraordinary. No matter how difficult an art was, he mastered it at a glance.
No matter how obscure a martial technique was, anyone with hands could do it.
This was the true reason he had become unrivaled under heaven in his thirties.
Next, Fang Yang followed the instructions in the art and attempted to cultivate.
He discovered that this body did indeed cultivate very quickly. In roughly ten years, he could regain the Demon Venerable's present cultivation level and unite the world under his rule.
Of course, countless enemies would have killed him long before then.
"What am I supposed to do?"
Fang Yang's brows knitted tightly. Had he not feared exposing himself, he would even have tried the sinister arts of harvesting others' vitality stored in the pavilion.
He tried every possible approach, all to no avail.
In the end, he could only turn his attention to that unreliable cheat of his, with its mouth full of lewd remarks.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
The air trembled faintly.
As ripples spread like water, a curtain of water unfurled before his eyes.
[Name: Fang Yang] [Fated Bond +2 (can be activated)]
"Two Fated Bond points. I got one after kissing the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King. Could this extra point have come from Ye Qinghong?"
One was a married woman.
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