The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 34 Martial Arts Arena

Qin Yueyin hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering as if she were weighing something. Finally, her gaze hardened, and she lowered her voice even further: "The Styx Great Law".

Yun Weiyang smiled, stopped, and turned to look at Qin Yueyin.

"Thank you so much, sister."

Qin Yue smiled slyly, but didn't say anything more.

The two passed through palace complexes and crossed several rainbow bridges, finally arriving at the foot of a secluded mountain. Far from the center of the Nine Heavens Hell, the area was surrounded by lush bamboo groves. The green bamboo shimmered faintly under the starlight, and a clear spring flowed down from the mountain stream, winding its way through the bamboo forest, making a tinkling sound. Deep within the bamboo forest, a two-story vermilion building stood quietly.

The vermilion building was not large, but it was exquisite and elegant. The building was constructed of dark blue-green wood with fine patterns on the surface, resembling cloud patterns. Blue stone steps led to the building, and on each side of the steps was a stone lamp with a pale blue flame burning inside.

Qin Yueyin walked to the front of the vermilion building, turned around to look at Yun Weiyang, and said with a smile, "This was specially chosen for you by Elder Li. There is a spiritual vein beneath the vermilion building, with abundant spiritual energy. The building is constructed of Qingyun sandalwood, which has the effect of suppressing inner demons and eliminating distracting thoughts. Many residences of true disciples cannot compare to this vermilion building."

Yun Weiyang looked at the vermilion building in front of her and nodded in satisfaction.

Qin Yueyin took out a token from her sleeve and waved it at the vermilion building. In front of the building, invisible ripples spread out, as if someone had thrown a stone into a calm water. The ripples dissipated, the air returned to normal, and the formation was broken.

After handing the token to Yun Weiyang, Qin Yueyin took her leave.

"Won't you come in and sit down, sister?" Yun Weiyang took the token and asked with a smile, "I'd like to chat with you a little longer."

Qin Yueyin looked at Yun Weiyang and remained silent for a moment. A slight stiffness flashed across her sweet face, but she quickly recovered her smile and forced a smile, saying, "My master still has things to tell me, and I still have to go and serve him."

Seeing this, Yun Weiyang did not try to stop her, and waved to Qin Yueyin as she left.

Qin Yueyin turned and left, her steps much faster than when she came, and soon disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Yun Weiyang stood there, watching Qin Yueyin's back, the smile on her face fading away little by little.

Closing her eyes, Yun Weiyang recalled Qin Yueyin's words, actions, and emotional changes along the way, and her body began to change.

Her bones contracted, her face blurred, and in a few breaths, Yun Weiyang transformed into a face exactly like Qin Yueyin's, with delicate features and a smiling expression.

With a slap to her chest, Yun Weiyang pulled a curled-up ghost infant out of her body.

The ghost baby was only the size of a fist, with a bluish-black body, limbs as thin as withered branches, and a disproportionately large head. Its eerie green eyes stared at Yun Weiyang, its mouth grinned to reveal two rows of fine, sharp teeth, and it let out a chilling laugh. It spread its limbs and hugged one of Yun Weiyang's thumbs, showing great intimacy.

On the way here, Qin Yueyin had unknowingly planted this ghost infant inside Yun Weiyang's body.

Yun Weiyang stroked the ghost infant, feeling a chilling, piercing pain at his fingertips. The ghost infant wriggled in his palm, its laughter growing louder and louder. Yun Weiyang gently stroked it, and the ghost infant's chilling laughter disappeared, slowly wriggling in Yun Weiyang's palm.

Looking at the ghost baby, Yun Weiyang smiled, opened her lips, and put the ghost baby into her mouth.

Click! Click!

The sounds of bones breaking and flesh tearing rang out. The ghost infant shattered between Yun Weiyang's teeth, making a faint cracking sound, as if it had chewed up an ice bead. The cold juice slid down her throat into her stomach, carrying a faint sweetness.

Yun Weiyang swallowed the last crumb and licked her lips.

"Although there aren't many useful memories," Yun Weiyang smiled, "the taste is quite good."

Yun Weiyang wasn't surprised that Qin Yueyin would resort to underhanded tactics; that's how the demonic path works. However, he guessed that Qin Yueyin probably didn't intend to harm him, otherwise she wouldn't have just planted a harmless ghost infant inside him. It seemed more like a test, a test of Yun Weiyang's strength.

Yun Weiyang didn't care about Qin Yueyin's behavior. He was weak at the moment, and these tests would only increase. After he showed his strength in three days and gained the approval of Nongting City and Li Qinghe, this situation should be brought under control.

Once her form returned to normal, Yun Weiyang took the token and turned to walk into the vermilion building.

The interior of the Zhulou is more exquisite than the exterior. The first floor is a hall with simple furnishings, consisting of only a low table, a few cushions and an incense burner.

An unknown incense burner held wisps of smoke, carrying a cool, herbal scent. The second floor was the bedroom, with a large wooden couch placed by the window, covered with dark blue bedding.

Yun Weiyang went up to the second floor and opened the window.

The bamboo grove outside the window swayed under the starlight, a clear spring flowed between the rocks, and distant mountains rose in layers, disappearing into the night.

Sitting down by the window, Yun Weiyang closed her eyes.

We'll see what happens in three days.

three days later.

The Nine Nether Sect's massive training ground was bustling with noise.

The training ground is located in the central area of ​​the Ninefold Netherworld Prison. It is a flattened mountaintop with a smooth, mirror-like surface paved with a single piece of obsidian that reflects the starlight. The training ground is a thousand feet in circumference and is surrounded by layers of stone steps and stands, which are now filled with disciples of the Nine Netherworld Sect.

The high platform is located directly north of the training ground, rising three zhang above the ground, and several huge stone chairs are placed on it.

The sect leader, Yan Qihui, sat on the stone chair in the center. Today, he was wearing a dark gold brocade robe, his long hair was tied up with a crown, his face was heroic, and his long beard hung down to his chest. He did not look like a demonic master, but rather like a well-read and elegant scholar.

Nong Tingshi sat to Yan Qihui's left, still wearing that golden brocade robe. His bulky figure looked somewhat comical on the stone chair, but no one dared to laugh.

The four elders of the Demon Beast Ghost Refinement sat on either side. Shen Longlin was huddled in a chair, his white hair making him look like he was about to fall asleep. Zuo Shulong stood ramrod straight, his eyes gleaming. Of the other two elders, one was a gaunt, tall, and thin middle-aged man named Cheng Xingfu, the Demon Elder. The last one was an extremely obese old man who was squeezed into the stone chair, his features almost obscured by the fat on his face.

As for the third Grand Master of the Nine Nether Sect, Elder Si Luoqu, he did not appear. This elder was nearing the end of his lifespan and had been searching for ways to prolong his life for many years, and had not returned to the Nine Nether Sect for a long time.

On the stands, tens of thousands of disciples sat in a dense crowd, ninety-nine percent of whom were inner disciples, all wearing uniform black Daoist robes with a nine-story black platform embroidered on their chests—the symbol of the Nine Nether Sect.

There were only a few dozen true disciples, scattered throughout the stands, dressed in robes of various colors, with arrogant expressions, keeping their distance from the ordinary disciples around them.