In an era where everyone is cultivating immortality, the system wants me to become a demon?

Chapter 268 Yanhe: Are you the demon lord or am I? (3K views, please subscribe!)

Yanhe cautiously observed the Golden Core instructor guarding the gate.

As a fellow Golden Core cultivator, he was well aware of the vast range of perception a Golden Core cultivator possessed, making it no easy task to infiltrate the wooden house from under the supervision of a Golden Core instructor.

After a moment's thought, Yanhe immediately controlled the sand scorpion's body to burrow into the soil and dive deep into the ground.

Ten meters, fifty meters, one hundred meters... until he had descended more than a thousand meters underground, he began to dig a tunnel leading to the wooden house.

Once it reached the area directly beneath the wooden house, Yanhe rose up little by little, completely concealing the demonic energy and cultivation aura on the Sand Scorpion's body.

It took him more than an hour to climb into the wooden house through a crack at the bottom.

Its size has also shrunk further, to only about one centimeter.

And so, Yanhe silently climbed to the location of Feng Wuyai's aura and saw the scene he had anticipated.

A pink-haired girl sat cross-legged on the ground with her eyes closed, and a blue pearl floated in front of her brow.

Strands of blue light emanated from the blue pearl, connecting with the girl's brow, seemingly transmitting a vast amount of knowledge into her mind every moment.

The light of the precious pearl had already dimmed to the point of almost running out of fuel, and the transmission of power could end at any moment.

"Great, we made it!"

A surge of excitement flashed through Yanhe's heart.

He suppressed the urge to open the champagne in the second half, moved like a ghost to Qi Hanyue's side, and stung the girl's hand resting on her knee with lightning speed.

The poison needle, resembling a purple flying sword, pierced deeply into the girl's thumb, and the venom flowed into her body through the wound as if it were free.

The deep purple toxin spread throughout the girl's entire body in the blink of an eye.

"Varied……"

Qi Hanyue suddenly opened her eyes, looking in shock at the scorpion that had somehow crawled onto her hand. A look of shock flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She instinctively flung the scorpion aside, and just as she was about to say something, her pretty face turned bluish-purple.

The girl clutched her numb and swollen throat, blood slowly seeping from her seven orifices, before collapsing heavily to the ground, her beautiful eyes gradually dimming.

When the blue pearl belatedly saw the girl's miserable state, it too stood there dumbfounded.

The blue light on the surface of the pearl dimmed at a visible speed, just as Feng Wuyai's Dao heart shattered and he no longer had the desire to live.

Yan He, who witnessed this scene firsthand, was overwhelmed with ecstasy:

"I did it! Hahaha! I killed that brat who stole my inheritance!"

"She's dead!"

"The threat is gone. Now who can find my true form? I am completely safe."

After a full half-second of ecstatic joy, Yanhe finally managed to suppress his excitement and prepared to sneak away.

After all, the body of a personal guard and a fragment of one's own soul is quite valuable, so it's best to retreat unscathed if possible.

But at that moment, a voice that was all too familiar to him rang out:

"Oh? So the third personal guard sword slave's true form is a scorpion."

"That's good. I was worried that you wouldn't be able to sneak into this trap that was set up specifically for you."

"Since you're here, stay."

As they spoke, Su Yuan pushed open the door and walked in, staring at the sand scorpion that Yan He had transformed into with a smile.

Upon seeing this brat who had ruined his grand plan once again, Yanhe felt a fire suddenly ignite within him.

But then he let out a cold laugh:
"A trap? Don't try to save face, junior."

"Feng Wuyai is about to die. I have been his master and disciple for many years, and I would never be wrong about this!"

"And that pink-haired girl, she was also killed by my poisoned needle. I suppose you didn't expect me to be so discreet when you designed this trap."

"The die is cast. Even if you kill my sword slave body, what can you do about it?"

But before Yan He could finish speaking, a pink-haired figure flashed out from behind Su Yuan:
"Oh dear, I just heard someone spreading rumors that I'm dead? That's so mean!"

Yanhe's cold laughter froze instantly.

Looking at Qi Hanyue, who was standing there perfectly fine, he suddenly turned around and looked at the dead pink-haired girl.

Because of the deadly poison, the girl's body was forcibly poisoned, and when the flesh turned into pus and disappeared, only a skeleton with a metallic sheen remained.

That was the skeleton of a female Foundation Establishment Sword Slave. As the creator of the sword slave, Yanhe was very familiar with it.

But Yanhe was still somewhat confused at this moment.

So... this Qi Hanyue is fake?
He can understand if it's fake, but aren't the methods used to forge it a bit too outrageous?
Based on the skeleton of the Foundation Establishment Sword Slave, a bunch of living flesh chunks were refined, and facial features were sewn on, creating a puppet that looked exactly like Qi Hanyue.

Where did this... such an evil and demonic skill come from?

Doesn't the Demon-Slaying Sword Sect always pride itself on being a righteous sect?

This is supposed to be the right path?

For a moment, Yanhe was speechless, remaining silent for a long time.

After a long while, he turned around to look at Su Yuan and smiled again:

"I admit I fell for your trap. You are indeed a cut above the rest."

"But so what? The fact that you tricked me into coming here shows that you don't really have the means to find out my true identity. At most, you can only destroy one of my clones."

"A mere avatar is something I can afford to lose." Su Yuan waited quietly for the other party to finish laughing before speaking:
"Are you done laughing? Now it's my turn to laugh."

Yanhe's laughter faltered again:
"What do you mean?"

Su Yuan smiled slowly:

"The more cunning a person is, the more likely they are to fall into unexpected traps."

“If you hadn’t been planning to assassinate Qi Hanya and Senior Feng from the beginning, then we really wouldn’t have been able to do anything to you, but you just had to come anyway.”

"And your arrival means that the method for locking onto your true form has changed from false to real!"

"what?"

Yan He's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively felt a huge sense of crisis.

Without the slightest hesitation, he prepared to flee.

But Su Yuan was faster than him.

"Now that you have seen the Demon Lord, why do you not pay homage?"

Su Yuan's tone was calm, but every word he spoke felt like a mountain crashing down on Yan He.

This immense pressure forced his sand scorpion body to prostrate itself on the ground and kneel before Su Yuan in reverence.

In this state, let alone escaping, one cannot even separate the divided soul.

Only by completing all the rituals can one regain control of their body.

This grand worship ceremony would last at least three seconds, meaning he was completely controlled during those three seconds.

Three seconds is enough time for the enemy to do a lot of things.

As expected, under Yan He's fearful gaze, Su Yuan made a new move.

Su Yuan took something out of his pocket and casually tossed it to the ground. The object embedded itself deeply into the floor of the wooden house and remained standing.

Yanhe looked closely and saw that it was a silver-white metal pole with a cute-looking headless rag doll hanging on it.

They seem harmless.

But Yanhe, a discerning man, immediately recognized the metal rod and the rag doll as real objects.

It was clearly the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls and a demonic doll made from the body of a cultivator with unparalleled talent.

Damn it... Yanhe has ruled the world of Absolute Sword for many years, but he hasn't had time to refine a Myriad Soul Banner... After all, Feng Wuyai didn't teach him how to refine a Myriad Soul Banner.

Not to mention the even more evil human dolls.

So where did this junior from the Demon-Slaying Sword Sect get so many demonic techniques?
Could it be that the vast Blue Star Federation has become a paradise for demons?
But what shocked and terrified Yanhe even more was yet to come.

Then a large amount of spiritual power surged out of the doll and quickly poured into the Myriad Souls Banner, and then into the ground of the wooden house through the Myriad Souls Banner.

Immediately, intricate and eerie blood-red array patterns quickly appeared on the ordinary wooden board, and the patterns grew brighter and brighter, clearly indicating that they were about to be activated.

At first, looking at the blood-red light that covered the entire wooden house, Yanhe didn't quite understand what this great formation was for.

But when a sacrificial power locked onto his sand scorpion body and subtly connected to his true form, he understood.

This is an extremely evil blood sacrifice formation!
Just how much demonic power does this kid named Su Yuan possess?
This isn't slaying demons and monsters; it's clearly a case of double-crossing.

What Yanhe couldn't understand was why the summoning target of this blood sacrifice array could accurately find his true body.
Even if there really were such a precise blood sacrifice array in this world, it wouldn't be something that a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator could control!

Seemingly sensing Yan He's confusion and shock, Su Yuan explained with a smile:
"The reason why we can lock onto you directly with a large formation is very simple."

"Because your split soul is a very good anchor, and can be used as one of the relics to summon your original body."

Yanhe: "One...one of?"

Su Yuan: "That's right. There's a certain probability that you can escape with just one of your fragmented souls. Moreover, I, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, cannot forcibly summon you, who is a Golden Core cultivator."

"Therefore, I choose to let your master, Senior Feng Wuyai, do it himself."

“The karma between Senior Feng and you is enormous. If he becomes the master of the formation and assists with your split soul, then you will definitely be locked in.”

"At the same time, although Senior Feng is now only a wisp of digitized remnant soul, his rank is still Golden Core, or even half-step Nascent Soul."

"Since he controls the blood sacrifice array, he will naturally not be subject to level restrictions."

At this point, Su Yuan put his hands on his hips with satisfaction and said:

"Yanhe, Yanhe, I've been plotting this for so long, you can't escape now, today is your death day!"

Yanhe: "..."

He looked in shock toward the silent, towering banner of ten thousand souls.

So, this old bastard Feng Wuyai sold his soul to the demon in order to kill him?

No wonder the blue pearl looked listless; it wasn't because of the transfer of power, but because he had transferred his soul away!

That's so sneaky!

But given the current situation, there's no point in him having any regrets.

Even if he wanted to resist and fight back, Su Yuan had forced him to kneel down more than once. What could he do to fight back?
Finally, the Holy Church's blood sacrifice array was completed, and a burst of bloody light erupted.

The true form of Yanhe, enveloped by a blood-red sun, was forced to descend!

(End of this chapter)