Wet viviparity

Chapter 758 Cult Leader, Deceiving the Book
Black Owl stood before the Ice Crystal Mansion, gazing at the sliver of gray light at the top of the canyon, his brows furrowed slightly.

More than three months have passed since the communication with the Necrostone.

The East China Sea is vast and treacherous. Even though Xiao Qinggu is quite skilled and has long been a True Person of the Fourth Realm, crossing the East China Sea is not an easy journey.

Deep within his heart, the slight ripple caused by scheming had long been replaced by a barely perceptible worry, which even Ji Ming, who often observed Black Owl's second primordial spirit, failed to notice in time.

The slackness in the second primordial spirit was also because Ji Ming had taken on the majority of the deduction work for the new law.

With the help of the God of Pupil, he finally managed to write down the general outline of this technique.

After writing down the general outline, Ji Ming also gave his new method a name—"The Secret Record of Transformation and Mysterious Evil".

On this day, the north wind in the desolate wilderness outside the gorge suddenly turned fierce and mournful. Amidst the wailing sound, there was a faint trace of demonic energy fluctuations that Black Owl was extremely familiar with. A point of light came from the hazy sky, approaching from afar, like a leaden star falling.

With a thought, Black Owl broke free of his spiritual abode and flew to the top of the gorge, atop a towering, strange rock.

He looked as far as he could see, and at the edge of the wasteland, a streak of light, like a leaden star, slanted and twisted, breaking through the hazy clouds and shooting toward the direction of Little Thorn Gorge.

"coming!"

Black Owl's heart tightened, and he flew to meet him.

The streaking light swept across the sky above the gorge, seemingly finally exhausted. Its radiance suddenly dissipated, and a petite figure plummeted straight down.

With lightning speed, Black Owl spread his arms, his Yang energy surging, and a gentle force steadily supported the falling person. The person felt light and airy, carrying a chilling sensation and the salty smell of the sea breeze.

Xiao Qinggu's braids were disheveled, and a few signature strands of hair on her forehead were stuck to her pale cheeks with sweat and sea salt. Her once bright clothes were covered with dust and unidentified bloodstains, torn in many places, revealing the inner armor for warmth and protection.

Just as Black Owl was about to ask about the injuries, he was struck hard in the chest with a palm.

"Where is that filthy whore?! Where are you hiding?! Quickly call her out so that I can see what kind of celestial beauty she is that can make you, this 'secluded and self-cultivating' dead ghost, not even bother to say a word to me about the Evil Light Stone."

She shoved away Black Owl's support, her eyes scanning the surroundings. Her voice was hoarse yet sharp, like a wildcat with its fur standing on end, as if she really wanted to drag a "prostitute" out of the cracks in the rocks of this small thorny gorge.

"This place is nothing but a desolate wasteland, with icy rocks and frigid rivers. Where would you find a prostitute? You..."

"Shut up!"

Xiao Qinggu interrupted him, her eyes slightly red, filled with resentment.

His gaze fell on the cliff below, on that inconspicuous rock cave shrouded in gray-white poisonous fog. He pointed at it viciously and said, "I think that's it! It's hidden really well. That poisonous fog is filthy, and it matches you, heartless wretch, perfectly."

She was simply furious and making baseless accusations.

Just then, deep within the cliff face, two tiny, needle-like points of crimson light pierced through the gaps in the poisonous fog, which had thickened several times over, and suddenly locked onto the petite figure that had suddenly appeared at the top of the canyon.

Xue Yinglingmu shifted uneasily, the poisonous mist churning slightly. She thought to herself, "Could it be that the tiger demon has already discovered my dwelling and was merely holding back before, but in reality, he invited this woman to help deal with me?"

Seeing that Xiao Qinggu casually pointed to her "neighbor," he knew that Xiao Qinggu had been immersed in magic and evil arts for many years and was most sensitive to the evil aura of the poisonous pigeon. So he quickly transmitted a few words to her through his primordial spirit.

"That poisonous pigeon is related to my future creation of magic, so do not disturb it here."

"you"

Xiao Qinggu felt guilty for coming all this way, disregarding her own losses, and for making herself look so disheveled. She thought Xiao Lang would feel ashamed and would be obedient to her from then on. However, she didn't expect that the topic of creating magic would come up as soon as they arrived.

Despite her annoyance, she still cooperated with Black Owl, saying in a wicked tone, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and help this old lady inside. This godforsaken place is freezing... freezing to death."

After entering the circular, cold air barrier, which was fifty feet in diameter and shimmered with crystalline light, and seeing the dazzling Cold Netherworld Palace, Xiao Qinggu's resentment dissipated considerably. The entrance to this palace alone was far superior to her own cave dwelling, suggesting that there must be many wondrous arrangements inside.

"Wait a minute, the Chaos Pool in the manor can dispel the cold, and I've also put some pebbles that you like in it."

"Hmph! Do you need to tell me?"

Despite her sharp tongue, Xiao Qinggu involuntarily leaned closer to Hei Xiao's chest.

He hadn't noticed it before, but now he was suddenly startled by Black Owl's strange appearance. He laughed and said, "Why don't you use your best skills and conjure up a beautiful disguise? Do you really think I'm a wife that you, the Demon King, have kidnapped?"

"Alright, alright, I will certainly serve Madam properly." Black Owl's body swayed, transforming back into the former Lingxiu avatar, and he helped Little Green Girl into the mansion.

Deep within the cliff, in Xue Yinglingmu's crimson eyes, poisonous light condensed as if it were a tangible substance. She stared intently at the direction of the Spirit Mansion, feeling uneasy, yet dared not make any rash moves, and could only continue to lurk within the poisonous cave in the stone.

In the murky pool, the two inevitably undressed and played in the water like mandarin ducks for a while, until Xiao Qinggu felt weak all over and turned into water, finally dispelling all her pent-up resentment.

After the rain subsided, Xiao Qinggu, dressed in a thin robe, lay by the pond, letting the sweet dew spray from the eighteen streams of water fall on her body, enjoying the feeling of being bathed in the rain.

Seeing the shimmering crystal walls, the gathering and dispersing of cold mist, and the ethereal glow within the mansion, as if in a celestial paradise, I felt incredibly happy, and my aversion to this desolate and barren place lessened somewhat.

Seeing Xiaolang diligently studying a pile of scriptures on the iron couch by the pond, Xiaoqinggu laughed and scolded, "What an idiot."

She dried herself off, closed her clean Taoist robe, picked up a whisk, and casually picked up a scroll from the edge of the bed to look at. Before she knew it, she was captivated by the incantations and runes on the scroll.

How could you have such an opinion?

Among those casually piled-up scriptures, he solemnly picked up a few pages to look at.

She was not a typical Taoist scholar, but she had her own insights and understood the depth of these scriptures, even though there were some parts that she herself did not fully understand.

"check it out."

Seeing that Xiao Qinggu's attention had finally turned to the important matter, Hei Xiao handed her the blank book that was used to fool gods and ghosts, and at the same time told her about his and Lao Manzi's treasure retrieval in the Eastern Sea Spirit Realm.

Xiao Qinggu took the blank book, opened it, and took a look.

At first, there was not a single word on the page. Gradually, the writing grew darker, and several lines of small characters appeared: "Before heaven and earth were separated, there was only chaos and primordial energy. After the separation, yin and yang were established. Following the natural order brings forth life and nurtures all things, forming the basis of the natural cycle; going against it leads to transcendence and sainthood, the beginning of eternal indestructibility."

However, there are right and wrong paths, and laws are divided into those that are followed and those that are opposed.

My method allows me to glimpse the secrets of heaven and earth, seize the power of creation, and forge a new path to perform the extraordinary feat of "human-demon transformation." I do not take the pure ancestral energy, but instead absorb the essence of impurity and evil; I do not refine my own primordial embryo, but skillfully nurture the demonic seed of different kinds.

Form is the dwelling place of spirit, while evil is the thief of vital energy.

He seized the innate spark of spirituality from the demon's embryo, using the human and divine as a furnace and the malevolent energy as fuel, to refine yin and yang, achieving the transformation of form and spirit.

This is a shortcut to defying fate and attaining sainthood through unconventional means.

However, this path is perilous. The malevolent energy corrupts the spirit, and the demonic nature distorts reality. If one is not careful, one will become neither human nor demon, and will be condemned to eternal damnation. Be careful! Be careful!

"This is the general outline of the 'Secret Record of Transformation and Mystery.' Thanks to this wordless book, it has helped me perfect my wonderful methods and provided me with inspiration these days. Otherwise, as a newcomer to the Dao, even with my profound wisdom, I would never dare to hope that I could develop my own method."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qinggu suddenly felt the immense weight of the book in her hands. If what Xiao Lang said was true, even the immortals would covet this book.

"Does this book truly possess such wondrous powers?"

She asked with some skepticism.

"I asked you what your first lesson was in the 'Book of Demon Slayers and Gods'?"

"Naturally, it is 'divine inspiration.' By building an altar and offering sacrifices to spirits and deities, one gains the opportunity for their primordial spirit to communicate with demons and evil spirits in the netherworld. One makes promises to demons, such as offering blood sacrifices or other special guarantees, in exchange for their service in the human world."

"My first step in the conception of the 'Secret Record of Transformation and Mystery' is very similar to divine invocation. I use the eight characters 'Establish an altar and create a burial site, and communicate with spirits through the fetus and egg' to encompass it."

Next, in this small thorny canyon, we will work together to complete this step. If things go smoothly, perhaps we can establish our own sect here, become a leader of a heretical sect, and spread our fame.”

"Haha, if you were the leader, wouldn't you have to be called Ancestor Hum Hum?"

"Why?"

Black Owl asked, puzzled.

"When you use your Avici Hell Zen technique, you always hum a sound from your nose. Calling yourself the Hum Hum Ancestor is quite fitting."

(End of this chapter)