Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

The golden-white demonic aura didn't spread outwards, but instead pierced through the clouds like a pillar reaching to the heavens.

The rain stopped.

It wasn't that the weather was on their side; they were simply pushed back into the sky by this gust of air.

Rainwater within a ten-mile radius exploded into puffs of white mist in mid-air, which were then evaporated completely by the high temperature.

Xuanjizi hovered in mid-air, the flying sword beneath his feet emitting a teeth-grinding tremor.

He looked down at the figure below, his fingers, which were about to form a hand seal, froze in mid-air.

That's impossible.

The demon core was about to shatter, and the meridians were broken, so where did this beast get its strength?

On the ground, Bai Yin slowly raised his head.

His once jet-black, messy hair was now fading at a visible rate, turning into a deathly pale white.

On his bare upper body, the old, crisscrossing scars began to writhe, the black lines spreading along the veins, and in the blink of an eye, they covered his neck and cheeks.

Those are not spiritual patterns used by cultivators to borrow the power of heaven and earth.

That was a demonic aura seeping from the very marrow of one's bones.

"Playing tricks!"

Unable to bear the suffocating atmosphere, a disciple at the peak of the Casting Cauldron Realm roared to bolster his courage.

With a flick of his wrist, the longsword transformed into three streaks of cold light, heading straight for Bai Yin's brow, throat, and heart.

"Die!"

The sword light was incredibly fast, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Bai Yin did not dodge.

He didn't even blink.

Ding, ding, ding.

Three crisp sounds.

The superior-grade spiritual weapon, capable of cutting through iron like mud, pierced Bai Yin's skin without leaving even a white mark; instead, it shattered into pieces.

The disciple froze, clutching the remaining half of the sword hilt, his mind blank.

The next moment, he felt his vision blur.

Looking down, he saw a large hand covered in black magic patterns pierce through his chest, holding a beating heart in its hand.

puff.

The large hand tightened suddenly.

The heart turned into a puddle of minced meat.

"It's noisy."

Bai Yin casually flicked his wrist, and the disciple's corpse flew out like a rag doll, crashing into a distant rock wall and exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

He turned his head, his eyes, completely filled with ink, sweeping over everyone present.

There were no pupils, no whites of the eyes, only endless blackness.

"You're disturbing her."

His voice was hoarse, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other.

"Form ranks! Form ranks now!"

Xuanjizi finally came to his senses and roared with a chill running down his spine.

He had lived for eight hundred years and had killed at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, demons, but he had never seen such a monster before.

This is not demonic power at all.

This is pure, primal killing.

The remaining eleven disciples huddled together in a panic, brandishing their longswords in an attempt to rebuild the "Big Dipper Demon-Subduing Network".

late.

Bai Yin's figure swayed for a moment.

Disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in the middle of the crowd.

There were no fancy spells, nor was the scimitar used.

He simply reached out and grabbed the head of the Taoist priest closest to him.

Click.

The man's head was forcibly twisted off.

Blood gushed out, splattering all over Bai Yin's face.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face expressionless, showing neither enjoyment nor disgust.

It was like doing something completely ordinary.

kill.

"Ahhh! Help! Master, save me!"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

This is no battle; it's a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Those elite disciples of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect, who were usually aloof and arrogant, were now so terrified that they could barely hold their swords.

Bai Yin took a single step, shrinking the distance to an inch.

He grabbed the ankle of a female cultivator who was trying to escape on her sword and pulled her down sharply.

Bang!

The female cultivator was slammed hard onto the ground, the sound of her bones shattering clearly audible.

Bai Yin raised his foot and slammed it down heavily.

The world is peaceful now.

"You beast! Cease your arrogance!"

Xuanjizi watched as his painstakingly trained disciples were slaughtered like chickens, and his anger overwhelmed him, causing him to no longer care about holding back his strength.

He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Please summon the Ancestral Master's Dharma Sword!"

The void trembled.

A phantom of a golden giant sword, hundreds of feet long, emerged from the clouds, its overwhelming power locking onto Bai Yin below.

This is the supreme martial art of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect, powerful enough to kill a great demon at the peak of the Profound Realm.

"die!"

Xuanjizi pressed down with both hands.

The giant sword crashed down.

The earth cracked open, and countless fragments of rock flew into the sky.

Bai Yin, who was at the center of the sword energy, neither dodged nor avoided it.

He simply raised his right hand slowly and made a grasping motion towards the giant sword that had fallen from the sky.

Roar--!

A roar.

The sound did not come from his mouth, but from the depths of his soul, from the resonance of this world.

A towering white tiger phantom, hundreds of feet tall, appeared behind him.

The white tiger was formed entirely of Geng metal energy, its eyes were filled with blood tears, and its body was covered with broken swords and spears, exuding a desolate and violent aura from the ancient wilderness.

The white tiger raised its giant claw and slammed it down to meet the golden giant sword.

Boom!

The two forces collided in mid-air.

There was no stalemate.

The ancestral sword, which was said to be indestructible, was like a fragile toothpick under the white tiger's claws, instantly shattering into a shower of golden dust.

"puff!"

Drawn by the force of the energy, Xuanjizi coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing heavily into a distant mountain.

How could that be...?

That is... the image of the White Tiger of Geng Metal?

One of the legendary Four Divine Beasts?

How could such a bloodline appear in a little demon?

Xuanjizi struggled to climb out, only to find a foot already stepping on his chest.

Click.

His sternum was completely shattered.

Bai Yin looked down at him.

The face covered in demonic patterns remained expressionless, only the dark eyes reflected Xuanjizi's terrified and distorted face.

"No...don't kill me..."

Xuanjizi was afraid.

Centuries of cultivation and the dignity of an elder of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect all became a joke in the face of death.

He trembled as he pulled a jade pendant from his robes.

"I am the Enforcement Elder of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect... If you kill me, the sect's patriarch will surely..."

puff.

Bai Yin's fingers plunged into his throat, ripping his vocal cords.

Too much nonsense.

"Hehe..."

Xuanjizi clutched his neck, blood gushing out from between his fingers, his body convulsing violently.

Bai Yin squatted down and looked at Xuanjizi's eyes, which were gradually losing their luster.

She once said that foxes have nine lives.

Bai Yin's voice was very soft, as if he were whispering.

"I believe it."

"But she lied to me."

Bai Yin reached out and crushed Xuanjizi's limbs and bones bit by bit.

This pain was a hundred times worse than being slowly sliced ​​to death, but Xuanjizi couldn't make a sound. He could only stare wide-eyed, blood and tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"Since she doesn't have nine lives..."

Bai Yin stood up and pushed off with his feet.

Bang.

Xuanjizi's head exploded like a rotten watermelon.

"Then you scum don't deserve to live."

The battle is over.

Or rather, the massacre is over.

The once scenic entrance to Yunmengze Valley has now been transformed into a battlefield.

Severed limbs hung from the treetops, and streams of blood flowed into the river, turning the entire river red.

Twelve disciples at the peak of the Casting Cauldron Realm, and one elder at the half-step Great Saint Realm.

Total annihilation.

Bai Yin stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, the demonic markings on his body slowly fading, but his white hair never returned to its original color.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

Dirty.

It's so dirty.

It was all blood.

Xiao Jiu loves cleanliness the most.

If she saw him like this, she would definitely pinch her nose in disgust and call him a stinky tiger.

Bai Yin frantically wiped his hands and clothes, only to find that his Taoist robe was already soaked in blood, and the more he wiped, the dirtier it became.

"It's okay...it's okay..."

He muttered nervously, walked to a clean patch of grass, and knelt down.

There was a flattened flower crown there.

That was something he had made before. Although it was ugly, Xiao Jiu didn't mind and even said she would wear it to watch the stars.

Bai Yin carefully extended two fingers and pinched the flower crown.

His movements were so gentle that they didn't seem like those of a great demon who had just slaughtered his entire clan; they were more like those of a child holding a rare treasure.

He tucked the flower crown into his pocket and placed it close to the straw doll that had been used as a substitute.

Then, he raised his head and looked into the mist that never dissipated deep in the Yunmeng Marsh.

That place is forbidden.

It is a place that even the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect dares not easily set foot in.

"Little Nine..."

Bai Yin got up from the ground, dragging his heavy steps, and walked step by step into the mist.

His back was hunched, as if he had aged decades in an instant.

"You said you wanted to wake up with me."

"I'll find a clean place to wait for you."

"We'll get married when you come back."

"I'm not running this time, I really won't."

The once mighty "Tiger Fiend," the killing god who had just awakened the bloodline of a sacred beast, now resembled an abandoned old dog, clinging to the last vestiges of its master's memory, stumbling and disappearing into the vast white mist.

The wind blew by.

All that remained were mutilated corpses and bloodstains covering the mountain.

……

A hundred miles away, in a secret cave.

Su Chang'an sat cross-legged, holding a handful of melon seeds, watching the images on the system screen.

In the scene, the white-haired man, holding a straw doll, walks step by step into the darkness, his silhouette appearing particularly desolate.

"Tsk."

Su Chang'an spat out the sunflower seed shells and rubbed his slightly sore nose.

"That silly tiger is using a bit too much strength."

She originally just wanted to gain some goodwill and escape by faking her death, but she didn't expect to turn this guy into a villain.

Would you consider this... going too far?

[Ding! Detected that the target Bai Yin's corruption level has exceeded the critical point.]

[Congratulations, host! You have achieved the hidden achievement: The Destructive Power of the White Moonlight.]

[Reward: A fragment of the Heavenly Rank Supreme Magic Treasure - Nine Heavens Breath Soil.]

Su Chang'an raised an eyebrow as he looked at the reward.

Nine Heavens Breath Soil?

This is a divine object in the game that can regenerate and reshape the physical body.

Even though it's just a fragment, it's still amazing enough.

"System, what are you implying to me?"

Su Chang'an played with the piece of soil in his hand that emitted a faint yellow light.

The system did not respond.

Su Chang'an didn't care and casually tossed the Breath Soil into his storage space.

She stretched, her nine fluffy tails swaying behind her.

"Forget it, let's just ignore him."

"Anyway, the favorability rating is already maxed out, and we won't see each other again."

Su Chang'an jumped off the stone bed and stepped barefoot onto the ground.

She walked to the cave entrance and looked out at the pitch-black night.

Thirteen years have passed.

That little brat Chen Xuan is gone, and the silly tiger Bai Yin has also been "sent off".

In this vast secret realm, she was left all alone again.

"It's really... a bit deserted."

Su Chang'an pursed his lips, turned around and went back into the cave.

"Go to sleep!"

"The most important thing for a fox is to be carefree and heartless!"

She buried herself in the soft fox fur couch, curling herself into a ball.

[Poem at the end of the volume: Lamenting Bai Yin]

The rain has just stopped by the Yunmeng Marsh, and the demonic patterns on the hair are as white as snow.

In a fit of rage, he slaughtered all the heartless guests; in vain, he embraced a straw doll in vain.

The nine-tailed fox lies high, laughing at the mortal world; the play and the true feelings are hard to reconcile.

From then on, Bai Yin disappeared from the world, leaving only the evil god who entered the dream realm.