Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 316 Brother and Sister
Song Yan looked down at him calmly, his voice low and flat, but to the inner demon, it felt like falling into an ice cave.

It flew idly onto his shoulder and let out a strange cry.

"Gah——"

It sounded somewhat like a mockery.

The inner demon's eyes trembled violently. What humiliation this was! How could things have come to this?!

It should be the inner demon's host who fears him!

Song Yan should have been cautiously wary of him, so why has it turned into this miserable scene of him fleeing everywhere and hiding his face?!
A surge of resentment welled up within him, and the humiliation of being so scorned erupted, transforming into a furious rage.

"what--"

Suddenly, the inner demon let out an inhuman roar, and the demonic energy erupted. A raging torrent of black and red demonic flames surged from his body, attempting to completely arch his unsteady upper body.

He wanted to smash that indifferent face in front of him to pieces!

At this moment, the inner demons are nothing but pure tyranny and destructive desire.

It abandoned thought and conspiracy, wanting only to give everything, even if it meant mutual destruction, to take a piece of flesh from this lofty body.

However, its roar still lingered, and the shadow fell over its head once more.

The Dharma Body that had been standing quietly behind Song Yan took a clean and decisive step closer.

There were no unnecessary movements; he simply raised his enormous hand, spread his fingers, and pressed down!
Boom-!
The air crackled with a dull thud, and the chaotic demonic energy that had just erupted from the inner demon was forcefully pushed back down to the bottom of the pit beneath it by this seemingly light press.

"what!"

The body was smashed to pieces, a bloody mess.

Song Yan stared coldly at him, slowly raised his right hand, and gently beckoned towards the direction of the inner demon.

"Bring it here."

The demonic flames emanating from the inner demon flickered and pulsated.

"you……"

The inner demon emitted hoarse syllables, filled with deep-seated hatred and resentment.

But the Dharmakaya didn't give him time to waste. It grabbed his head and pulled him out of the ground again.

With a single punch, he shattered the right half of his body.

Then, amidst the scattering demonic flames, he grabbed the Taotie Flute.

The Dharma Body handed over the ancient flute. Song Yan glanced at it with some disgust, then casually cast a spell to wash away the bloodstains on it.

"They even cheat Xiaohe out of her things, they're really hopeless."

He then cast several water-based spells to clean the ancient flute thoroughly, examined it from all angles to make sure it was spotless, and finally put it into his Qiankun bag.

Song Yan glanced at him, then turned and left.

"If you're out of options, just die."

The Dharma Body, hovering above the inner demon, suddenly grabbed downwards with its left hand, and an extremely faint sound rang out, as if a bubble had burst.

There was no scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere; instead, the demonic flames around the inner demon trembled violently, gushing out wildly from its eyes, ears, nose, and every pore.

"what--!"

These out-of-control demonic energies and fragments of divine consciousness seemed unwilling to perish, transforming into countless wild and chaotic ghostly shadows filled with resentment and obsession, twisting and roaring, biting each other, and trying to scatter and escape.

Just then, the golden patterns between the Asura Dharma Body's jet-black body suddenly shone brightly.

He extended his right hand, and a circle of golden light condensed in his palm.

This golden light was like an invisible vortex, forcefully drawing in the torrents of demonic flames.

In an instant, the ghostly figures in the air frantically converged towards that hand.

In just a short while, the ghostly demonic flames were completely absorbed, and the inner demon dissipated.

The light gradually faded.

At the same time, the enormous body of the Dharma Body slowly shrank, transforming back into the appearance of the Nuo masked figure, and followed Song Yan.

Unlike before, behind him now floated the outline of an ancient, jet-black sword hilt.

Faint wisps of demonic energy were being refined, surging from his body and gathering at the bottom of the sword hilt.

This appears to be a sword prototype.

The blade beneath the hilt is currently only a small part; as the Dharma Body refines the inner demon, the blade will slowly grow inch by inch.

Above the Tianzun Temple, Ke Huai was covered in cold sweat.

He originally intended to use the confrontation between Song Yan and his inner demons as an opportunity to escape this place.

Unexpectedly, the world here was covered by darkness for some reason, and when he was about to fly away from the Heavenly Venerable Temple, he would fly back in from the other side.

There's no way to leave.

However, he couldn't sense any spiritual energy fluctuations from the formation.

"What happened?!"

He had wasted too much time here. At this moment, his inner demons had vanished from this world, and Song Yan was walking in from outside the temple.

While cursing the incompetence of his inner demons, Ke Huai felt a sense of panic.

"The world is full of coincidences."

Song Yan smiled as he looked at the person in the air: "How long do you intend to live a carefree life under Fellow Daoist Ke's body and face?"

"Don't force me!"

Without warning, Ke Huai's spiritual power erupted, and a bone whip swept towards Sheng Yun, who was closest to him.

However, Song Yan seemed to have no intention of making a move at all; he simply stood there and chuckled.
"You've never died before."

As soon as he finished speaking, the darkness between heaven and earth suddenly condensed and returned to its original clear state.

Ke Huai was delighted to see this, thinking that his threat had worked.

All we need to do is abduct this woman and escape to our senior brother's place, and then...

hum-

Between heaven and earth, a flash of sword light rose and fell.

A bright blue light shone before Ke Huai's eyes, but it vanished in the blink of an eye.

Immediately, I felt lightheaded all over, and my vision began to slowly rotate. After a moment, I was able to see my own body.

However, the body had no head on its neck; it was perfectly intact.

All the demonic energy and spiritual power in his body dissipated, but his divine sense had not yet reacted.

Only after flying several meters away and crashing to the ground did a questioning thought faintly cross his mind.

The next moment, it went out.

No one knew what had happened, only that from the moment the masked man appeared beside Fellow Daoist Ju until Song Yan stepped into the Heavenly Venerable Temple.

The two Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivators were swiftly and decisively annihilated.

"Master!"

Xiao Ju stepped forward and respectfully bowed.

She was still in shock at the moment, and many things in her mind were unclear.

Then I saw my master activate his golden eyes, stroke his chin, and look me up and down.

It made clicking sounds and muttered to itself from time to time, but it was hard to hear clearly.

Xiao Ju actually comprehended the sword intent...

Song Yan was pleasantly surprised, but at the same time, she was also pondering to herself.

Does sword cultivator have to be thrown into the brink of death to grow quickly?

Everyone understands the principle, but the effect is just too immediate.

After a brief recollection, I realized that Xiao Ju achieved sword intent at a similar age to myself, perhaps a little earlier.

Congratulations, congratulations.

Xiao Ju felt a little awkward being stared at so intently by her master, and her face flushed.

"Um……"

Song Yan looked at Xiao Ju and nodded: "Not bad, not bad."

Although he still wanted to know what special effects Xiao Ju's sword intent had, it was only just beginning to emerge, and he guessed that she herself probably didn't understand it either.

Besides, Song Yan didn't want to interfere with his disciple's travels; he'd rather wait until she returned to the sect before investigating.

The girl was slightly taken aback, but then became overjoyed at her master's encouragement.

At present, besides the dazed Zhennan Prince You Ruixuan, there were Sheng Yun, Zheng Guangzong, and Xie Chan in Tianzun Temple. Song Yan walked over slowly, gently patted Zheng Guangzong on the back, and transferred a wisp of pure spiritual energy into him.

"Fellow Daoist Zheng, I must thank you for your help this time."

After saying that, he took out half a bottle of pills from his Qiankun bag.

These were the three Soul Nourishing Pills that I had previously refined for use.

Zheng Guangzong's injuries were not actually serious; the main problem was the cloud demon that lived in his gourd, which was connected to him in spirit.

It was precisely because of the Taotie's tail flute that his spirit was somewhat affected.

Zheng Guangzong waved his hand: "No, no, it's all my fault. I was reckless and led my three junior sisters into danger."

Zheng Guangzong was aware of Song Yan's reputation, and upon meeting him in person, he felt a sense of awe.

Although the two were at the same level, if the person in front of him were to start a fight, killing him would be no different than killing a chicken.

Fortunately, he's an easy person to talk to.

"This bottle contains Soul Nourishing Pills that I refined myself, Fellow Daoist Zheng, please don't stand on ceremony with me."

“Ayun is my sworn sister. When she returns to the sect in the future, she will have to rely on Fellow Daoist Zheng for his help.”

Sheng Yun initially felt that she had dragged her senior brother into this mess, but when she heard her brother mention her, she chuckled and felt a little embarrassed.

"Uh...no, no."

Zheng Guangzong was taken aback at first, then quickly shook his head: "It should be like this among fellow disciples."

However, he eventually accepted the pills without further hesitation.

"I wonder who this is..."

He looked at the masked man behind Song Yan and saw that his body was emanating wisps of demonic energy, which continuously merged into the hilt of the sword behind him.

It looks menacing.

"Oh, this is one of my avatars. However, due to the influence of some divine sense, its personality is somewhat extreme, and it hates evil as if it were its enemy."

"His greatest pleasure is slaying demonic cultivators and refining them."

ho...

Zheng Guangzong gasped in shock; what a menacing clone!

Fortunately, this person is one of our own. If he were a member of the demonic path, I really don't know how I would have dealt with him.

Song Yan glanced at You Ruixuan and then said, "Ayun, come with me."

"As for the prince's matter, that's your own business, so you can resolve it yourselves."

This prince is only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and his foundation is weak, so he is not a threat at all.

Furthermore, with Zheng Guangzong, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, in charge, nothing bad is likely to happen.

I'm only here to subdue my inner demons; there's no need for me to meddle too much.

After saying that, he led Sheng Yun towards the desolate forest behind the main hall of the abandoned temple.

"Brother Yan."

As Sheng Yun walked, she cautiously asked, "You're not going to scold me, are you?"

Song Yan chuckled: "It was the demonic cultivators who wanted to kill you. If I were to curse them, I would curse them, not you."

"Haha, absolutely right."

Sheng Yun breathed a sigh of relief: "I originally planned to visit you at Dongyuan Sect before I came down the mountain to travel this time."

"Oh? Why didn't you come?"

"Uh... well... I met Sister Xie Chan on the way. She had something urgent to attend to, so I came here with her first."

Xie Chan.

Song Yan actually remembered who this person was, but the impression was quite vague.

"Are you getting used to staying at the Sheyang Sect?"

"I'm used to it. The senior brothers, sisters, junior brothers, and junior sisters in the sect are all very nice."

Of course it's good. With the temper of someone in their prime, a bad temper could easily lead to their death, like Cheng Yu.

"Brother Yan, how is my brother? Have you seen him recently...?"

When she spoke of her prime, her tone became somewhat somber.

The last time the two met was when they were both in their prime, building their foundations for the Dao. Many years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"..."

Faced with A-Yun's question, Song Yan remained silent and simply walked forward.

Just as A-Yun was wondering, she saw Song Yan slowly raise his right hand, and a dreamlike color emerged between his five fingers.

"Did you hear that? Your sister is asking you a question..."

As Song Yan moved around, the light emanating from his five fingers easily tore away the disguise of this space.

The torn scene spread out like ripples in water.

"How long are you going to keep hiding?"

Then, Sheng Yun saw the figure of a prime-aged man.

He looked up at his sister, his expression complex.

"elder brother!"

Sheng Yun's eyes were filled with surprise and joy. She quickly stepped forward and pounced on Sheng Nian, hugging him tightly.

"You two siblings can catch up here. Call me if you need anything."

Song Yan turned and left.

As an older brother, Anian is good in every way.

It's just that they're too cautious in their actions.

He embarked on the path of evil, seemingly always worried that someone would harm Ah Yun because of him.

That's why he's always kept a low profile, not daring to have too much contact with A-Yun.

Song Yan understood, but he also felt sorry for A Yun's loneliness.

Otherwise, with those talismans and pills every now and then, what difference is there between this brother being alive and dead?

Recalling how he had left Xiao He alone on Little Lonely Mountain for a year and a half because he was worried about the attitude of cultivation sects towards demonic beasts, he realized that there had been no news of her since.

I really want to slap myself twice.

However, Song Yan guessed that Gou Sheng had something to say to him, otherwise he could have left after killing Ke Huai with that one strike and there would have been no need for him to wait for him in the back mountain.

So he found a secluded spot nearby, set up a simple restriction, and began to look through the inner demon and Ke Huai's Qiankun bag.

Ke Huai was actually killed by A Nian, and according to the rules of the martial arts world, he should rightfully be given to him.

But this kid was secretive and acted mysteriously, not taking it himself. Following the principle of whoever found it first, it belonged to him, and Xiao Song embezzled it.

Consider it payment for helping him meet Ah Yun.

He roughly sorted out the two Qiankun bags.

The inner demon's Qiankun bag was so shabby that even Song Yan felt a pang of sympathy for it.

There are no spirit stones, no elixirs, just some broken copper and iron magical artifacts and talismans.

What's the difference between this and a garbage bag?
After casually flipping through it for a while, I put everything into the pile of miscellaneous items.

Actually, you can't blame your inner demons for this.

When they were first forced away by Song Yan, even surviving in a normal state was a problem.

It was only in recent years, thanks to the assistance of a few demonic cultivators from the Demonic Path, and the special effects of the Ancient Flute Taotie's Tail, that he was able to barely obtain some cultivation resources.

Moreover, they couldn't save any money at all; they used it all to improve their own strength.

That's why we have such a shabby scene.

In comparison, Ke Huai's Qiankun bag was much better, containing a considerable amount of spiritual resources.

Whether Song Yan needs it or not, at least he can exchange it for spirit stones.

Putting aside the common problem with the storage bags of cultivators in the Demon Ruins, Song Yan did find many things related to pills and spiritual plants in one of the corners of the bag.

One of the uniquely shaped magical artifacts was placed aside.

It was a small white porcelain bottle with a thin, withered twig inserted inside.

(End of this chapter)