Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 285: I Am the "Heart Demon



Between the clouds, Zhao Sheng suppressed the astonishment in his heart, cupped his fists, looked around, and respectfully said:

"May I ask which senior is making a joke with the two of us? I am Zhao Qingyang, and I offer my greetings!"

"Hee hee!"
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Suddenly, a coquettish laugh rang out again, but this time it came from behind Zhao Sheng. Accompanying it was a sweet, soft, and honey-like scent.

No sooner had Zhao Sheng caught a whiff of this aroma than he felt a dizziness sweep across his mind, inexplicably conjuring up countless enchanting images.

"This is not good!"

In that instant, he was startled and alarmed; he whirled around only to see a flawless and devastatingly beautiful face closely pressing against his shoulder, showing him a seductive smile that could charm all beings.

Upon closer inspection, Zhao Sheng's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

This bizarrely appearing "person" was only three feet tall, but her features and figure were perfected to the extreme, her skin like jade emitting a lustrous glow. Her aura was ever-changing, captivating all beings.

Moreover, behind her were two gigantic butterfly-shaped wings, the surfaces of which shimmered with dazzling, hazy light. As they fluttered, specks of illusionary light cascaded down from them, an incredibly splendid and opulent sight.

"Qian... Lady Qian Huan!"

At this moment, Huang Sha Taoist by the side suddenly called out with a trembling, despair-filled voice.

In the present day, where the Human Clan progressively developed and occupied the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, diminishing the territory of the Demon Domain, the Demon Kings within the mountains either died or fled, with very few remaining.

And among all the Demon Kings, Lady Qian Huan was undoubtedly the most troublesome and fearsome one.

This Demon King seemed to have an irreconcilable hatred for the Human Clan; starting from a thousand years ago, she began to take revenge on humans, constantly opposing the Cultivation World of the Southern Border by instigating numerous demon beast tides.

Five hundred years ago, Beast Taming Sect and Yuye Ancestor set a trap and finally captured Lady Qian Huan alive, confining her within the Beast Garden of the Beast Taming Sect.

Who could have known that this Demon King, with her divine mastery in Illusion Techniques, would actually manage to escape from the Beast Taming Sect?

Afterward, she became extremely low-key, scarcely appearing in the human world.

Zhao Sheng rapidly went through the information about Lady Qian Huan in his mind, already preparing to accept reincarnation.

"Unexpectedly, on a whim, I managed to catch two little sweethearts. Not bad, not bad! This person's blood is robust, and his Divine Intent is proud; indeed, he will be chewable for several more times,"

Huan Niang, fluttering her butterfly wings, lightly circled around Zhao Sheng, her face showing a satisfied expression.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Sheng exerted his full strength to stimulate his Qi Sea True Essence and Purple Mansion Divine Sense, only to find it all firmly suppressed by an overwhelming and bizarre force, rendering him utterly immobile.

At this moment, Huang Sha Taoist was sweating profusely, his complexion deathly pale, his body trembling involuntarily.

Don't blame him for his loss of composure.

For millennia, the death and suffering of countless members of the Human Clan, numerous tragedies where whole clans were toyed with until extinction, had already created a terrifying entity that caused numerous Cultivators from the Southern Border Cultivation World to lose courage at the mere mention of her.

Then, Zhao Sheng unexpectedly calmed down and said coldly, "Now that we have fallen into your hands, my lady, you may kill or flay us as you please!"

Huan Niang chuckled, her enchanting smile not yet faded, but her face suddenly turned cold as she looked icily and mercilessly at Huang Sha Taoist.

"Silence!"

With a shout, Huang Sha Taoist was filled with terror, but in the next second, his face showed an enraptured expression, as if he had become lost in an irresistible, beautiful dream.

This horrifying scene greatly alarmed Zhao Sheng.

For he had not noticed how Lady Qian Huan made her move, nor had he sensed any abnormalities around him.

In the blink of an eye, a Golden Core Master had inexplicably "fallen."

"Are all Eighth-rank Demon Kings this terrifying? Perhaps this demon's Illusion Technique is close to the Dao!"

Zhao Sheng queried within, not even certain he could maintain his conscious awareness in the hands of Lady Qian Huan.

Huan Niang turned back to look at Zhao Sheng, and seeing the expression on his face, she suddenly teased with a laugh, "You seem unafraid?"

"Are you not afraid of becoming my plaything, of watching with your own eyes as you kill your wife and children, your parents, all your relatives and friends related to you, and then eventually mutilate yourself, turning into a demon neither human nor ghost? Are you not afraid of such an end?"

During her speech, Huan Niang's butterfly wings beat, dispersing rings of mesmerizing Divine Light.

Zhao Sheng, hearing her words, suddenly saw countless horrific scenes flash before his eyes.

These images were lifelike, as if they were real.

The next instant, his vision flashed, and he suddenly appeared in a pool of blood. The thick stench of blood rushed into his nostrils, and from Xinglong City before him flames reached to the sky as desperate, agonized screams came from nearby.

At his feet, his wife Dong Miaozhen and his son Zhao Huaxiong lay dead, their deaths unspeakably gruesome.

Not far away, his eldest son Zhao Huaying, disheveled, with a face full of despair and rage, shouted, "Father, have you gone mad? How could you kill mother and brother with your own hands?"

Then, a surge of endless regret, pain, and sorrow bubbled up inside Zhao Sheng, but he was "despairingly" seeing himself emotionlessly wave his hand to release a Sword Light that bisected his eldest son at the waist.

"No!"

Zhao Sheng's eyes were wide with anger as he let out a cry of despair; yet, he kicked his wife's corpse aside and leapt away in a tunneling light.

The next second, Zhao Sheng's vision blurred, and his spirit abruptly returned to reality. The images from before dissipated like smoke, but the scenes from just now became even clearer.

Face to face with an Eighth-rank Demon King, Zhao Sheng was like a three-year-old child confronting a vastly stronger adult; his level of Daoist practice was simply negligible.

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