Outside the window.
The clouds lood, threads of rain swayed, and the moist vapors brushed through the bamboo forest, bringing a refreshing coolness.
Chu Yi propped his chin on his hand, glancing at the ominous clouds outside the window.
A pair of ancient, ink-black eyes flickered with a golden glow, unveiling layers of veils. Strange, bizarre, lurking shadows within the clouds, wrapped in falling snow, would soon sweep across the entire south.
The battle between the Joyful Sect and the Enchanting Demon Royal Court must conceal secrets unknown to within this small world.
Chu Yi sorted through his thoughts. He had intended to seize the Spells of this small world, bide his ti, and sell them to the highest bidder. He planned to replicate what he did in the Royal City when he threatened the Moon Princess and the Clown to extract so "friendly fees" from both factions.
Why can’t everyone just sit down and talk instead of fighting?
It turned out Nanaki had completely ignored such a great asset, not even sending anyone to find him. The other side was even worse, imdiately dispatching a Joyful Apostle to attempt to enslave him, this young Sun God, in a dream.
This friendship couldn’t continue.
I had sealed a fate, expecting to reap great benefits in this small world, always walking on the right path.
Even the very thought I just had is part of this process where the effect dictates the cause, invisibly reminding to avoid risks.
Staying in Nanjiang now is just waiting for the right mont.
Chu Yi glanced at Ji Xuexin.
The noble Ninth Princess lowered her gaze demurely, her silk robe sliding down. Her long legs were bent, and her full, moon-like hips rested on the cushion, her exquisite curves forming the shape of a smooth gourd. She wore only a light, white silk bodice, accentuating her fragrant, jade-like skin, which appeared dewy and smooth.
As she lifted her head, she t Chu Yi’s curious gaze. She paused montarily, then lowered her head again, biting her rosy lips, her cheeks slightly flushing.
If it weren’t for Chu Yi displaying world-transcending martial prowess and countless immortal techniques, he wouldn’t have subdued this dynastic Princess. In this chaotic world of Demon Ghosts, with the dynasty at its end and society teetering on the brink, his ability to turn the tide against overwhelming odds and save a desperate situation was what truly impressed her.
But Chu Yi wouldn’t be blinded by this unmatched beauty; he bit into a pear partly to test if Ji Xuexin was the ultimate boss.
Thinking back, he had been fooled in the Royal City by that wicked woman Nanaki, which had given him plenty of experience.
The first person he encountered upon entering this small world was this dynasty’s Ninth Princess, who practically threw herself at him. Chu Yi didn’t believe it was such a coincidence.
Although he believed he possessed significant charm, it wasn’t enough to make a princess fighting demons on the front lines fall for him at first sight.
So, he initially set a test to see if the princess was sincere. The facts were as he had seen. Indeed, she was smooth to the touch, tender, and delectable.
SLURP~
BOOM—
As Chu Yi savored his inspection, he felt sothing spur him. While he was playing with a white, jade-like foot, his fingers began to glow. Divine Power activated, and tendrils of gray mist quickly intertwined, concealing his figure.
It was the authority of the Master of Grey Mist.
The next mont, a flash of fierce white light streaked past the window, illuminating the entire world.
Imdiately, an indescribable oppression descended from the sky, toppling buildings across Nanjiang as if an earthquake spanning hundreds of miles had erupted.
Even the manor where Chu Yi resided tilted.
A choked gasp escaped Ji Xuexin as her pretty face turned white. She imdiately activated her killing intent, her eyes turning azure blue. An overwhelming murderous aura erged as she entered a combat stance to withstand this sudden pressure.
Even so, she still felt so impact.
Her blood and qi seed to solidify, her will to fight waned, as if a natural enemy had descended, leaving her powerless to resist.
What happened? Is it the Nanjiang Noble Families’ resistance? This aura is more terrifying than high-tier cultivators.
Her first thought was that the prestigious Noble Families of Nanjiang, dissatisfied with Chu Yi’s terms of servitude, were making a desperate stand. As millennium-old Noble Families, if pushed to fight to the bitter end, they would indeed awaken unknown entities from the depths of Nanjiang, regardless of the cost.
"No, they don’t have the guts," Chu Yi said, pressing down on the white-haired girl’s fragrant shoulder. He stared at a shattered hole in the ceiling, through which a few snowflakes drifted down. They carried no chill; instead, a sense of warmth emanated from them.
The Nanjiang Noble Families had been severely weakened by this god of slaughter; they would hide rather than seek revenge.
anwhile, the sky suddenly dimd, and a foreboding premonition made Chu Yi narrow his eyes.
The next mont, a terrifying demonic might surged upwards. In the unseen realm, great disasters and terror descended.
A familiar aura, a sensation of déj vu, surprised Chu Yi.
The power... of Laws?
Dark clouds rolled, and snowflakes fluttered.
Taiping City, still recovering from a bloody coup, had yet to regain its forr vitality when it suffered another brutal tectonic upheaval.
Large swathes of buildings collapsed one after another, sinking directly into the ground, which then slamd shut violently.
Wails and screams mixed, as if a colossal beast had engulfed most of Taiping City in one bite, swallowing countless beings into its belly. There was a crunch like blood paste being ground in a millstone, splattering everywhere.
But this was nothing extraordinary. In chaotic tis, human life was as valueless as weeds. A piece of land was all that was needed to reproduce and replenish the nobles’ workforce.
However, this earthquake struck fear into the hearts of Nanjiang’s nobility. An ineffable terror made them shiver uncontrollably, and many cultivators were so frightened they fell to the ground, soiling themselves.
"What in the world happened? This... this is definitely not a normal natural disaster!"
"Where is the City Guard Commander?" Han Yuan demanded. "You two, quickly mobilize troops, maintain order, and prevent chaos! Execute anyone who disobeys orders!"
City Lord Han Yuan was leading a representative group of Noble Family elites. Tonight, under the pretext of a banquet, they were to completely pledge allegiance to Chu Yi and fully support the Taiping Army.
The delay was because Chu Yi had destroyed two of the seven prominent Noble Families, causing a pack of jackals and wolves to carve up the remaining resources of these two families. Most of their ti had been spent haggling and arguing fervently.
This terrifyingly powerful millennium-old Old Demon—Han Yuan suspected Chu Yi was an ancient senior pretending to be young due to so personal quirk—had used the corpses of two Noble Family patriarchs to make Nanjiang’s nobility submit, their limbs growing cold with fear.
You’re so formidable, you be the leader. We’ll follow you and conquer the world together, they had essentially conceded.
But this sudden upheaval made Han Yuan slap away a collapsing carved stone pillar. He and the group of nobles stared at the devastated city, all dumbfounded and incredulous.
The eyes of so nobles darted about as they pondered deeply. The more they thought, the more sothing felt wrong.
If it were just a normal earthquake, with Taiping City’s fortifications and the shrines of the imperially enfeoffed Water Gods, it wouldn’t have been an issue.
But the severity of this geological disaster was beyond expectations. It seed... this was just the beginning.
What was more unsettling was yet to co.
Suddenly, the snowflakes beca increasingly disordered. Black mist descended, and the city was engulfed in a fog so thick one couldn’t see their hand in front of their face.
Just as Han Yuan and the nobles beca alert, they felt chaotic, depraved, savage, and insane ravings. These mad whispers, like a faint rustling, suddenly exploded in their minds, piercing through their consciousness!
Their spirits and wills almost instantly shattered, their defenses utterly collapsing. Their bodies uncontrollably began to mutate. Flesh, sinew, bone, and organs... all began to surge with writhing worms, their sharp teeth grinding and tearing, frantically tugging and squirming.
The skins of so cultivators slipped off amidst terrified screams, rapidly degenerating towards so unknowable direction.
At this very mont, a sudden surge of imnse power—chilling, bizarre, and vast—abruptly flooded into their bodies. Their auras soared, and they continuously broke through to higher cultivation realms.
As if...
So strange being had descended into the Mortal World.
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