The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 45 Tianmang Cave Temple

Wherever the blades and spears flashed, cliffs shattered, ancient trees flew, and the ground was covered with craters blasted by the force of the blades and cracks slashed by the blades. Stones were scattered everywhere, broken trees lay haphazardly, and the air was filled with the smell of dust and wood chips.

The big man sensed something was wrong.

His marksmanship was fierce and powerful, each shot capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. However, Yun Weiyang's progress from initial awkwardness and tentative exploration to her current proficiency was incredibly fast. It was as if after each exchange, Yun Weiyang gained a deeper understanding of him and became more familiar with his moves.

The big man grew up in the Canghuang Realm, fighting against demonic beasts and sparring with fellow cultivators. His spear skills were honed in countless life-and-death battles. However, Yun Weiyang's combat experience seemed to be richer and more seasoned than his. Her seemingly chaotic moves were all aimed at his weaknesses, forcing him to change his moves and defend.

The burly man was covered in a dense aura, which was as dark as armor covering his entire body. His iron spear was enveloped in a highly refined aura, and at the tip of the spear, the aura condensed into a point of cold light, emitting a piercing shriek.

A spear thrust out.

This shot was faster and more ruthless than any of the previous ones. The extremely concentrated internal energy formed a visible vortex at the tip of the spear, which spun at high speed, tearing at the surrounding air.

A bloody gash appeared on Yun Weiyang's face. The vortex of energy from the spear tip tore a gash in his cheek from three feet away, and blood flowed down his cheek, dripping onto his white robe.

Boom!

The spear light blasted a gap about a foot deep into the cliff behind Yun Weiyang, sending rocks flying and dust billowing everywhere.

Yun Weiyang took a step forward, her palm strike slashing down. The blade light was like a waterfall, filled with blood, cascading down from above and slashing towards the big man's head.

The burly man's pupils contracted slightly. He raised his iron spear, the shaft of which blocked the palm strike, but the force of the blade's light made his tiger's mouth go numb, and the iron spear almost slipped from his hand.

Each of Yun Weiyang's attacks was like finding a tiny gap in the spear technique of a burly man, and then inserting her blade without hesitation.

Some of these gaps were habitual flaws that even the Great Han himself was unaware of, while others were old wounds from when he was young and had been defeated. Yun Weiyang dug them out one by one from the Great Han's fragmented memories.

Since the start of their fight, Yun Weiyang has gradually begun to suppress the Han man.

The burly man's breathing became rapid, his wounds began to bleed, and his movements were not as sharp as before. Yun Weiyang, however, remained calm, her palm strikes flowing continuously, each one faster and more ruthless than the last.

Another ten rounds have passed.

Yun Weiyang has already figured out all of the Han's moves.

The big man was very strong, his spear technique was fierce and sharp, his internal energy was condensed to the extreme, he had rich combat experience, and his grasp of timing was exquisite. However, the big man's understanding of his opponent's mind was far from enough.

The great man's soul was too weak. It seemed that all cultivators in the Canghuang Realm were like this. Their physical bodies had been tempered to the Dao Embryo Realm, but their souls were still at the level of mortals. They specialized in close combat and did not have many variations or trump cards.

Yun Weiyang felt a bit bored, and a blood-red sword light flickered in her eyes.

The burly man stared into Yun Weiyang's eyes, his expression momentarily stunned.

In that instant, Yun Weiyang formed a sword with her fingers, joined her index and middle fingers together, and flashed blood at her fingertips. She charged forward and passed by the burly man.

Click!

The tip of the iron spear was severed, the cut smooth as a mirror, and the spear tip tumbled in the air.

Yun Weiyang gripped the still-rolling spear tip with her five fingers and thrust it into the big man's heart with a backhand motion.

puff!

The spear tip pierced through flesh and blood, protruding from her back. Fresh blood gushed out from the blood groove on the spear tip, splattering Yun Weiyang's hand.

The burly man froze, looking down at the spear tip in his chest, his eyes flashing with resentment and anger.

Squatting down in front of the burly man, looking into his eyes, Yun Weiyang asked, "What's your name?"

The burly man's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

Yun Weiyang, however, had lost her patience. She placed her right hand on the big man's head, a smile on her face: "Never mind, no need for that. Welcome to the team."

The color in the big man's eyes vanished instantly. In his dying moments, he looked at Yun Weiyang before him and a smile appeared on his lips.

Yun Weiyang placed her right hand on the big man's head, and a faint light flashed in her palm, swallowing the big man's soul.

Compared to the tedious process of copying, replicating, and usurping the "Demon Seal Scripture," Yun Weiyang's own ability is more direct and domineering. It requires no time or skill; as long as she touches the other party, she can completely devour their soul, along with all their memories, experiences, and instincts, making them her own.

The memories of the Great Han Dynasty flooded in like a tidal wave.

Yun Weiyang closed her eyes and mentally reviewed these memories.

The man's name was Xiao Qianshan.

A man from the Canghuang Realm, a Grandmaster-level expert with unparalleled spear skills, known as the "Spear King," the master of Thousand Mountain Manor, who controls a human territory spanning three hundred miles, with over a thousand warriors under his command, making him a powerful figure among the humans of the Canghuang Realm.

Xiao Qianshan was exceptionally talented. He reached the Grandmaster realm at the age of thirty, and no one in the younger generation of the Canghuang Realm could surpass him. After advancing to the Grandmaster level, Xiao Qianshan established Qianshan Manor and erected a giant stele in front of the manor. The stele was inscribed with five large characters: The Number One Spear Under Heaven.

One day, an old Taoist priest with white hair passed by Qianshan Village and saw the stone tablet. With a wave of his hand, the character "gun" on the stone tablet was smoothed out, and the character "blow" was embedded in the stone tablet.

The title of "Number One Shot in the World" has been replaced by "Number One Blower in the World."

Xiao Qianshan was furious and drew his spear to challenge the old Taoist to a duel. However, the old Taoist broke off a tree branch and knocked him to the ground in just a few moves.

Xiao Qianshan lay on the ground, filled with grief and indignation, but unable to move. The old Taoist priest tossed down a book, said "Practice some more," and then drifted away.

The book the old Taoist gave me is called "Tianmang Cave Observation," a martial arts manual that leads directly to the level of a Grandmaster.

Xiao Qianshan was overjoyed and practiced diligently day and night. Under the guidance of "Tianmang Cave Observation", his spear skills improved by leaps and bounds. In just three years, he broke through from the early stage of Grandmaster to the peak of Grandmaster, only one step away from becoming a Great Grandmaster.

But someone leaked the news, and three months ago, several powerful demons broke into Qianshan Manor and razed it to the ground.

Xiao Qianshan fought valiantly and killed three demon generals, but he was outnumbered and eventually broke through the encirclement alone. His wife, children, disciples, and followers all died tragically.

Xiao Qianshan himself was also seriously injured. For the past three months, he had fought and retreated, going through hundreds of battles, large and small, all the way from the eastern part of Canghuang Realm to this mountain range, where he finally met Yun Weiyang on this suspension bridge.

Yun Weiyang opened her eyes, reached into Xiao Qianshan's arms, and pulled out a blood-stained manual with four words written on the cover: "Tianmang Cave Observation".