Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 607 The True Demon Apudu

After collecting as much of his teammates' body parts as possible, Ji An summoned back several puppets and said with a solemn expression:
“Something’s not right. The True Demon killed Master Wu Xuan with a thrown weapon, but my puppet didn’t detect the weapon it threw.”

The True Demon's bone blade could emit an eerie red light; there was no reason why the puppets, after searching for so long, wouldn't have been able to find it.

Wan Jinru gently shook her head and replied:
"True demons can be seen as cultivators, similar to body cultivators, who can control magical artifacts, and their magical artifacts are called demonic weapons."

The weapon you see, fellow Daoist, is a demonic weapon forged by a true demon. If it possesses sufficient spirituality, it can fly back to its master.

This kind of knowledge is explained at the monthly combat meeting; I suggest you attend and listen in, as you might find it useful later.

She had never seen the other party at a battle council. Since arriving at Blackwind Ridge Fortress, the other party had been as invisible as ever, and she rarely encountered him.

"I see. Thank you for your explanation, fellow Daoist. When are the battle meetings held?"

Ji Anlue smiled somewhat awkwardly. He had been cultivating in seclusion in the small world and had neglected to interact with the outside world.

It wasn't exactly a neglect; it was more like a deliberate act.

If one becomes too close to others and becomes friends with them, and visits them frequently, it will hinder one's spiritual practice.

The three remained on guard while whispering amongst themselves, awaiting the return of Master Yunyan.

Occasionally, a few foolish demons would pass by, only to be easily killed by the group.

More than half an hour passed, and there was still no sign of the person in charge.

Wan Jinrong was slightly impatient and said:

"We haven't seen the person in charge for so long, could he have run into some trouble? How long should we wait here?"

Judging by the time, the person in charge should be back by now, but I'm afraid the other party has ventured deep into the demonic fog area.

Wan Jinru glared angrily at her older brother and said:
"The person in charge is very strong. Unless a demon at the Nascent Soul level appears, you don't need to worry unnecessarily."

Saying such things at this time is very unlucky.

Wan Jinrong chuckled awkwardly a few times, then turned his face away. He felt that lately, his words were always giving off bad omens.

Another half hour passed, and Master Yunyan still hadn't returned. Wan Jinru was also a little uneasy, but she forced herself to remain calm.

She judged that the person in charge must have caught up with the enemy, otherwise they would have returned long ago.

They not only caught up with the enemy, but also broke out in a major battle.

She was somewhat anxious; if things went wrong in charge, Blackwind Ridge Fortress would become unsafe, at least in everyone's mind.

Wan Jinrong transmitted his voice, "Fellow Daoist Ji, what do you think? Will the person in charge be in danger?"

He couldn't help but feel uneasy. The area within the Demonic Mist was the home ground of the True Demons. He knew that the person in charge was powerful enough, otherwise he wouldn't have been assigned to oversee this place, which was the farthest from the True Lord's fortress.

However, according to normal logical reasoning, no matter what happened, the person in charge should have returned by now.

Just as Ji An was about to answer, he suddenly heard a faint sound.

He listened intently and said:
“I heard the leader’s voice calling me.”

After saying that, he let out a long howl, and the sound waves spread in all directions, startling the demonic mist into rolling and churning.

A clear whistle echoed from afar, and the solemnity on Wan Jinrong's face immediately dissipated.

Ji An stopped whistling and said:

"Fellow Daoist, it's your turn."

Maintaining the whistling sound was essential to establishing the leader's position, so Wan Jinrong did not refuse and raised his head to let out a long whistle.

Soon, Master Yunyan flew back, her face pale, her lips tightly pressed together, her expression somber.

Wan Jinru stepped forward and asked:
"Master, have you caught up with the true demon?"

"Yes, we caught up with him, but the true demon was very strong, and we couldn't defeat him in person."

After a fierce battle, the true demon fled. My mana was greatly depleted, and fearing encounters with other true demons at the Golden Core level, I dared not pursue them and could only return.

Master Yunyan gave Ji An a deep look and asked:

"Has the remains of Master Wuxuan been collected?"

"Yes."

"Alright, let's return to the fortress."

Yunyan Zhenren's tone carried a hint of regret for unfulfilled ambitions. She understood that if the enemy escaped this time, there would either be no chance to meet again, or the Black Wind Ridge Fortress would be targeted by the enemy.

Neither of these situations is what she wants to see.

The true demon Apudu landed in a sorry state in a cave, where the demonic mist was thick, making it a good place to heal.

It is now completely black, with several hideous wounds.

Two wounds on his back, with blazing white flames burning above them, the blood becoming the fuel for the fire.

Another wound extended from his neck to his chest, flashing with silver lightning that dissipated the blood energy he had generated.

Moreover, the wound continued to deepen, with each flash of lightning diminishing the vitality of the muscles, bones, and skin.

This is the wound left by the Gengjin Divine Thunder. The smaller wounds have been healed, but this large wound was caught up by the enemy before it could be treated, forcing us to engage in battle.

Its self-healing ability was somewhat inadequate in the face of powerful lightning magic. The wounds affected its performance, causing it to be suppressed by the female cultivators who came later, and it suffered two more burns from flames.

Apudu's face was ferocious, and its eyes seemed to be spitting fire. It took out a fist-sized scarlet pill, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Its eyes narrowed slightly, an expression of enjoyment appeared on its face, it greedily inhaled, and then opened its blood-red maw to swallow the pill.

The remaining vital energy surged again, driving it to rush to his back.

It took about 15 minutes to extinguish the blazing white flames.

With his expression softening considerably, Apudu channeled his blood energy into the wounds eroded by the lightning.

Delaying treatment would hinder recovery, so the treatment of this wound will be left until last.

The power of Geng metal was not only incredibly sharp, but also possessed the power to kill spiritual beings. It never expected that its target would be able to unleash an attack of such a level.

The reason it chose to leave when engaging the target was because it discovered that the damage from the lightning spell far exceeded that of other spells.

It has a relatively deep understanding of the cultivator group, and such damage exceeds the normal level of the target.

This is highly unusual, indicating that such a cultivator has an extremely powerful backing and is very likely to possess a trump card that cannot be easily breached in a short period of time.

Furthermore, sensing that the female clerk who posed a threat to it was rapidly approaching, it decided to retreat first and plan for the future, since it would be staying here for a long time anyway.

Within the area shrouded in demonic mist, it was confident that it could hide right under the noses of human Nascent Soul cultivators.

The True Demon Realm also has forces of varying sizes, and those who do not demonstrate sufficient strength will be enslaved by the powerful.

This is Apudu's trial. If he can achieve enough results to prove his bravery before the Demon Lord leaves the surface, he will receive better training.

The concentration of demonic energy on the surface world is not high enough for demon lords to unleash powerful attacks; instead, they will be targeted by enemies at the demon lord level.

Silver lightning flashed at the wound, constantly shattering the surging blood and qi. It took more than half an hour and another Blood Essence Pill to finally annihilate all the silver lightning.

Its powerful self-healing ability began to take effect, and it soon recovered completely.

"Hiss! I can't be so careless next time I fight." A few days ago, an enemy used lightning magic, and he was bathed in the lightning but only suffered minor injuries, which healed on their own in no time.

So when it sensed the thunderous explosion, it didn't dodge, thinking it would leave a deep impression on the enemy before it died.

As a result, he suffered a silent loss. The power of the lightning magic far exceeded his expectations, and taking a few more hits would have been a great threat to his life.

If it had chosen to dodge at that time, although it wouldn't have completely avoided the attack, the damage it suffered would have been greatly reduced.

The return journey went smoothly; the enemies they encountered were all insignificant figures who were easily wiped out by everyone.

The group returned to the fortress and gathered in Master Yunyan's pavilion to discuss the situation.

When Master Moyun arrived and learned that Master Wuxuan had died, he was stunned, his grief evident in his expression.

They were originally good friends, and they came together to follow Master Yunyan. They never expected that they would meet in the morning and now they would be separated by death.

After Master Moyun calmed down a bit, Ji An began to recount what had happened. He didn't embellish or exaggerate anything; he simply calmly described the true situation of the battle.

Upon hearing that Master Wuxuan had been killed in a single blow, everyone else showed expressions of shock.

With such destructive power, no matter who goes up there, it won't make a difference.

Wan Jinrong's eyebrows were twisted together like a silkworm. Although he had a trump card to save his life, the trump card could not be effective indefinitely.

If the duration of his trump card expires, he probably won't be able to hold out for long against the powerful attacks of the true demon.

He was filled with unease. The person in charge had also fought against the True Demon, which fully demonstrated that the enemy had indeed reached the ninth level of the Golden Core realm.

With such a powerful true demon emerging at this stage, the battles to come will be incredibly intense.

Master Yunyan coughed lightly and said:

"It is unfortunate that Fellow Daoist Wuxuan has perished, but the dead are gone, and the living still need to fulfill their responsibilities."

The patrol mission will be temporarily suspended. I will report the situation in detail to the True Lord and await further orders.

She didn't know how long it would take for the True Demon to recover from its injuries, but she knew that even if she led the team herself, she wouldn't be able to protect the lower-level cultivators who were patrolling with her when the True Demon attacked.

A silence fell over the room; the death of a cultivator of the same realm sent a chill through everyone.

Ji An's gaze turned serious. He felt an even stronger urgency to improve his cultivation level, as the strength of the early Golden Core stage was still too weak.

The power of a spell increases with cultivation level, while the casting time also decreases slightly.

If he is a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, the casting time for releasing Gengjin Divine Lightning, even if it cannot be compressed to instantaneous, will not be far off.

All the panic stemmed from insufficient firepower, if he had reached the Nascent Soul stage.
Ji An collected his thoughts and thought to himself:
'Forget it, stop dreaming. Reaching the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm as quickly as possible is the real priority.'

The bottleneck has been loosened, and improvements can be made in a few years at most.

Master Yunyan scanned the crowd and said:

"Master Miaohua, please inform the team members of this decision."

Master Moyun, please inform Master Wuxuan's team of his news.

That's all for today, everyone can leave now. Master Xuanqing, please stay.

After everyone else left, she pondered:

"When I fought the true demon, I saw a deep wound on its body, flashing with silver lightning. Was that caused by you?"

Ji An scratched his head, "It should be. The battle happened very suddenly. I used Gengjin Divine Thunder and activated several Gengjin Divine Thunder Talismans."

Later, I activated my defensive magic weapon with all my might, and my vision became somewhat blurry, so I couldn't see very clearly.

All he remembered was how the Gengjin Divine Thunder scorched the enemy to a crisp.

"How long can you sustain this level of bombardment?"

Yunyan Zhenren pressed further, asking how a cultivator in the early Golden Core stage could actually harm a True Demon who was close to the Golden Core Perfection stage, which she considered a miracle.

If such strong combat power is normal strength, it means that the opponent's potential in combat is very worth exploring.

Ji An shook his head slightly, "It can only be used in skirmishes, and it consumes a high-grade Gengjin Divine Thunder Talisman. I used up a top-grade Gengjin Divine Thunder Talisman, which is one of my few life-saving trump cards."

If the true demon had chosen me as its primary target, I wouldn't have had time to unleash such an attack.

He had indeed injured the true demon, but if the fight continued, he would still be no match for himself, a fact he was acutely aware of.

As for the fact that he used up a top-grade Gengjin Divine Thunder Talisman, it was to keep a low profile, which would explain how he could have injured a true demon with his current strength.

"It's a pity," Master Yunyan said softly. If it wasn't through conventional means, then the opponent's true combat strength was questionable.

After exchanging a few words, Ji An handed over the storage bag containing the broken bones and then took his leave.

Back in the attic, Ji An didn't immediately enter the small world. Today was a special day, and someone might come to visit him.

Sure enough, half an hour later Wan Jinrong called out from outside.

Ji An opened the magic barrier and was slightly surprised to find that the brother and sister had come together.

She politely led the person into the living room, and after a few pleasantries, Wan Jinru began to speak:

"Today, fellow Daoist, you fought a true demon head-on. I would like to ask you for guidance on what points to pay attention to if you encounter a true demon?"

She admitted that she had underestimated this alchemist; the one who died in the battle with the true demon was none other than the Venerable Wuxuan, who had been on patrol for a long time.

Whatever the reason, the result proved the other party's extraordinary qualities, so she humbly sought his advice.

Worried about the awkwardness of showing up unannounced, she brought her brother along.

Ji An pondered for a moment and said:

"I think that no matter what form the battle takes, being prepared is the most important thing."

Taking today's battle as an example, I survived only because I discovered the traces of the true demon.

Although I offered a warning, the true demon could not be seen within Master Wuxuan's field of vision, and therefore he could not take any targeted action.

He explained that his exceptional eyesight was the most crucial factor in today's battle.

No matter how powerful you are, if you only react when the enemy bares its fangs, it will be too late.

Wan Jinru was not expected to receive this answer, and felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

Eye-type techniques are extremely rare. Although the family has some, the requirements are quite demanding, and it takes a lot of extra time to cultivate them to a high level.

She initially felt it wasn't worth the effort and didn't practice, but now she regrets it and decides that she must practice her eye technique diligently after the mission, as it could save her life in a critical moment.

Wan Jinrong began:

"In the demonic mist, my field of vision is only about thirty-five feet. What about your field of vision, fellow Daoist?"

"About ninety zhang."

"Hiss!" Wan Jinru gasped in envy.

　I've been away on business these past few days, so I've had even less time to write during the day, and my update schedule is irregular, sometimes going three or four days a week.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)