Lin Potian had no idea what the Demon King saw in him. The Demon King had kept giving him vast amounts of resources, forcibly bringing him all the way to foundation establishment realm perfection, and he was about to become a golden core cultivator.
It was something he had never dared to imagine before, but he was not happy at all now.
He had a faint feeling that the Demon King meant him no good.
They were neither kin nor acquaintances, yet the Demon King had nurtured him like this. No matter how he looked at it, something was deeply suspicious.
But to cling to life, he could only follow the Demon King's arrangements and make use of the various resources.
As he saw it, having power was a good thing, whatever the case.
But now he was deeply torn. The Demon King had begun targeting human cultivators, especially those of the Divine Profound Sect, capturing a group every day and subjecting them to brutal torture.
Moreover, human cultivators often came and went from the Demon King's location, and they were clearly Devil Cultivators.
In an instant, Lin Potian understood a great deal.
The Demon King had ties to the Devil Sect.
But he could only watch helplessly.
The underground cavern reeked of blood.
The abducted Divine Profound Sect disciples were bound on the ground, staring at Lin Potian with anger or fear in their eyes.
Lin Potian trembled slightly:
"Do you have to kill them?"
The Demon King had taken human form: a burly man with a third eye on his forehead, known as the Three-Eyed Great King. He laughed and said:
"Tian'er, these human cultivators slaughter the Demon Race every day. Now that I've captured them, what's wrong with killing them?"
Lin Potian had no answer. After all, from a human cultivator's standpoint, slaying demons and exterminating devils was only natural, while from the Demon Race's standpoint, eating humans was just as natural.
Though he was in the demon mountain, his heart remained with the human race. He could not change his outlook so easily.
"Come, come, do it yourself. Consider it a clean break with your past."
"From now on, you'll be second only to one demon and above ten thousand others. Wouldn't that be a happier life than being an ordinary menial disciple?"
What should I do?
Lin Potian saw the vicious gleam in the Three-Eyed Demon King's eyes; he seemed to be urging him to strike. Gritting his teeth, Lin Potian forced himself to withstand the Demon King's terrifying pressure and did not act.
Just as he was locked in an inner struggle, nearly crushed by the immense pressure-
"Report!!!"
A bird demon burst into the cavern in a panic, screeching as it shattered the suffocating stalemate.
"Great King! Disaster! A killing star has come outside! He calls himself Nangong Wenjian! We can't stop him, and we've suffered heavy casualties!"
"Nangong Wenjian?"
The Three-Eyed Demon King knitted his brows. The vertical eye on his forehead looked across mountains and rivers, seeing a white-robed sword cultivator slaughtering Demon Beasts on a massive scale.
"Hmph! A mere spirit transformation cultivator dares to run wild in my Ten Thousand Demons Cave? He doesn't know whether to live or die!"
The Yao Qi around him erupted with a roar. The entire cavern shook violently, and rubble pattered down.
He sprang to his feet, his burly form radiating an overwhelming, ferocious might. His gaze swept over Lin Potian like lightning: "
Tian'er, wait here!
Your father will fetch that spirit transformation cultivator's head to go with his wine!
I hope that when I return in triumph..." His voice abruptly turned cold, carrying a chilling menace. "You'll have finished taking care of these human cultivators for your father!"
Before his words had faded, the Three-Eyed Demon King became a raging demonic wind and burst out of the cavern in an instant, leaving only his cold words echoing behind him.
Many of the Demon Race
Lin Potian was now locked in an inner struggle. Could he possibly slip away just like this...
Just as his thoughts were tangled as hemp and he hesitated-
A figure swift as the wind slipped quietly into the cavern entrance.
The newcomer wore the robes of a Divine Profound Sect inner disciple. His face was resolute, his eyes sharp as swords. It was Lu Fan.
"Senior Brother Lu?!"
Lin Potian recognized this heaven's chosen at once. Both startled and delighted, he felt as though he had grasped a life-saving straw.
Among the mountains.
Countless demons and devils circled in the air, attacking a white-robed sword cultivator. He was Nangong Wenjian, who had just emerged after years in seclusion.
Flying swords circled Nangong Wenjian, and not even ten thousand demons could get near him. In mere moments, countless demons fell beneath his flying swords, and a rain of blood swept across the sky.
Looking down, one could see demon corpses covering the mountains and plains, a shocking sight.
"Where is that Three-Eyed Demon King? Is he still not coming out?"
Nangong Wenjian said calmly.
Boom!
At the edge of the horizon, a terrifying surge of Yao Qi descended, piercing the clouds and shaking the mountains and forests. Trees and grass swayed.
Nangong Wenjian now realized that he seemed to have been somewhat careless.
His opponent was actually a great demon of the void return realm.
He was currently at the spirit transformation ninth layer, still a little short of void return.
"Junior, cease your arrogance!"
The Three-Eyed Demon King roared, bringing a huge palm crashing down on Nangong Wenjian's head, wrapped in terrifying power that tore through space!
Nangong Wenjian's pupils contracted slightly, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned brighter. "Well met!"
The ancient-looking sword behind him let out a long cry that shook the heavens. It became a streak of sword light that tore through the firmament and met the attack head-on.
Rumble!!!
The sword light and the demon's palm collided with a thunderous crash!
A terrifying shock wave of power swept out in all directions like a tsunami, shearing away more than half the surrounding mountain peaks!
Nangong Wenjian drove his spirit transformation peak cultivation to its limit.
"A blade hidden for ten years, one sword to pacify all under heaven!"
The sword light spread like a sea, erupting with unimaginable might.
Yet the strength the Three-Eyed Demon King displayed far exceeded Nangong Wenjian's expectations. His Demon Power was as vast and boundless as an endless ocean!
More frightening still, the vertical eye on his forehead opened and closed, firing destructive beams that easily pierced Nangong Wenjian's protective sword Gang.
The gulf between their realms was plain to see at this moment!
Though Nangong Wenjian was a heaven-born prodigy with extraordinary attainments in the sword Dao, he had yet to break through to void return. Against a void return Demon King with deep foundations and ruthless methods, he gradually fell into a disadvantage.
His sword light remained dazzling, but it could hardly deal the Demon King a fatal blow. Each of the Demon King's heavy strikes, meanwhile, sent his Qi and Blood churning and left his protective sword Gang on the verge of collapse.
Fortunately, it was not difficult for him to get away.
At this, Nangong Wenjian could only murmur, "This is all I can do to help."
He immediately sent out a sword talisman, then turned into a streak of sword light and fled. The void return realm strike contained in the talisman left the Three-Eyed Demon King no time to pursue him.
"Hmph!"
After blocking the strike, the Three-Eyed Demon King did not give chase. He knew a heaven's chosen like that would not be easy to kill.
But he also felt a measure of apprehension. This human cultivator was only at the spirit transformation realm, yet he already possessed such strength. If he reached the void return realm, the Demon King really might not be his match.
However, when he returned to the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, pleased with himself and ready to admire Lin Potian's handiwork, he flew into a rage.
"Little bastard, how dare you betray me!"
The Three-Eyed Demon King's roar instantly resounded throughout the cavern.
The "furnace" he had painstakingly nurtured had escaped with someone's help at the most crucial moment!
The cooked duck had flown away!
Extreme fury went to his head.
And why was even the tracking restriction gone? Although the restriction he had laid down at the void return realm was crude, an ordinary person should not have been able to remove it.
At the thought that his hope of breaking through in the future was gone, he grew so angry that even his third eye manifested.
"Damn it! Damn them all!"
Before long, several figures shrouded in black robes, their presences cold and sinister, appeared before him like ghosts.
"Lord Demon King, might you consider our plan for cooperation?"
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"A seventh-tier spirit robe. Not bad, I suppose."
Han Xuanji nodded slightly.
He had long since grown indifferent to such things.
A Law Treasure of this level really was not much help to him; at best, it was passable.
Han Xuanji returned to his cave abode and shook his head as he looked at the magnificent robe.
It was a little too flashy. It did not seem as good as the Heavenly Devil Battle Armor.
At that moment, the little white tiger was playing with his identity jade token. It shouted:
"Master, I heard a Demon King has appeared in Yong Province, and he's pretty powerful. Even Nangong Wenjian couldn't beat him."
The little white tiger had been born in an uninhabited secret realm and cultivated there for years. Han Xuanji subdued it not long after it emerged, so it had not had much contact with the outside world.
After learning what Han Xuanji's disciple jade token could do, it spent every day clutching the token and looking through all kinds of information, never tiring of it. Han Xuanji would occasionally ask it to tell him about anything interesting.
"Oh?"
Han Xuanji was surprised.
After all, as he remembered it, Nangong Wenjian was fairly strong.
"Ah, I want to go out and beat him up, to see which of us is stronger."
The little white tiger said.
"I should be much stronger than him. Why don't I take him as my demon pet? Then Master can make his name known throughout the world and command ten thousand demons. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Vulgar!
Han Xuanji did not care much for fame, and he did not think there was any use in commanding ten thousand demons, either.