White Bone Demon Trail

Chapter 80 Inner Demon
Bloodstains flowed down the dark wooden floor, Hua Yi's aura dissipated, and the woman in his arms was just an ordinary woman. All the phenomena just now were illusions in reality.

But for Hua Yi, it is all true.

"Qinghe" turned her head and looked at Hua Yi, who was gradually dying. She frowned and said, "Even if this old Taoist priest has not overcome his mental tribulation, does that mean he is not your disciple?"

It seems you only like to accept disciples based on your own ideal of them.

He gestured, and countless black feathers gathered, transforming into a giant raven that lifted Hua Yi's body. Then he said, "Go and take him to Wanxiang Mountain."

"Speak," the giant black raven soared into the sky, transforming into a black cloud and disappearing.

He is a demon god, only able to protect himself, but unable to save others, let alone an enemy.

Hua Yi is dead, so only Ning Jue remains of the three.

Bai Wuxiang closed his eyes, sensing the demonic thoughts. After a few breaths of silence, he suddenly opened his eyes and chuckled to himself, "Found you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished in a gust of cold wind.

……

In the depths of winter at Wanxiang Mountain, snow blankets the branches of locust trees, and crows perch on the branches, raising their necks and cawing.

Bai Wuxiang opened his eyes in the cave and watched as a dark cloud, shaped like a crow, flew into the cave and stopped in front of him.

"Did you create trouble for yourself?"

Looking at the lifeless corpse, he gently flicked his sleeve, and the yin energy from all directions gathered around him.

Bai Wuxiang gazed at the corpse filled with yin energy, and with a thought, he opened his mouth and spat out yin fire that enveloped the corpse, transforming the physical body into a corpse puppet.

He approached the corpse puppet, examined it for a moment, and said, "No, it's enough to separate the formless demon god. If I were to use my mind to control this corpse puppet for cultivation, it would be too exhausting."

Bai Wuxiang pondered for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "Then let him repair his own body."

After saying that, he extended a finger and touched the top of the corpse puppet's head. Immediately, a dark light appeared, and the corpse puppet's body trembled.

“I… this is…”

Hua Yi's consciousness gradually returned from its chaotic state, and he saw the white-clad man standing before him. "Who are you?"

The man in white laughed, and a melodious voice rang out, "I am the demon you seek to suppress, Wuxiang."

"Formless?"

Hua Yi was startled. "Weren't you already captured?"

"Hehe, since I am a demon god, there is no treasure in the world that can truly and completely suppress me. That treasure mirror can only slightly restrain me."

"So, everything last night was a manifestation of your sorcery?" Hua Yi said angrily.

"If you say that everything last night was my sorcery, then you are overestimating me." Bai Wuxiang shook his head and laughed, "I merely endowed you with the power of divine thought to create illusions. Everything you experienced last night was your true nature."

People often attribute their selfish desires and greed to demonic possession, but this is merely an excuse to conceal their ugly thoughts.

"I won't listen to this fiend's nonsense," Hua Yi sneered. "Even if I fall into your hands today, my master will definitely come to save me!"

"Save you?" Bai Wuxiang shook his head and chuckled. "I didn't kill you. Look at your own body and see what caused those fatal wounds."

He deliberately preserved the remaining Gengjin sword energy in the other party's body, just for this moment.

Hua Yi looked down and then touched the wound inflicted by the sword. He was shocked and exclaimed, "Impossible! Only I can control my sword. How could it have hurt me?"

"Your precious sword was bestowed upon you by True Man Yigeng, so naturally he can control it as well." Bai Wuxiang voiced the unbelievable thoughts in his heart for him, and sighed, "Last night, when your master saw that you couldn't overcome your inner demon tribulation, he took the initiative to control that sword and kill you!"

Although I possess many sorcerous arts, I cannot control such a supremely yang and powerful sword, especially one that has already recognized its master.

The master you speak of doesn't truly consider you a disciple.

"Impossible! My master has been incredibly kind to me. He not only taught me the methods of cultivating immortality, but also helped me sever my karmic ties and avenge the massacre of my family!"

He has always doted on me, how could I…

Hua Yi couldn't believe it. He could only point at Bai Wuxiang and say, "It's you! It's all your fault! You bewitching demon! I must have been bewitched by you to think of my master like this..."

As he spoke, he suddenly pounced on him.

Bai Wuxiang's figure suddenly turned into mist and disappeared, reappearing behind him. He smiled and said, "Then why, with so many disciples of Qianyuan Mountain, did you alone come to capture me, the Wuxiang Demon God?"

"Such an important matter is being handled by a few disciples who haven't even reached the Yuanzhen realm. Don't you find that suspicious?"

"Now that the Five Turbid Calamities have descended upon the world below the mountain, the Realm of Primordial Truth must not be tainted by mortal dust. Fellow disciples..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Wuxiang interrupted him, saying, "So even if it means risking your lives, you're unwilling to let those Yuanzhen Realm disciples get involved in worldly affairs?"

"You..." Hua Yi was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to refute him.

Seeing this, Bai Wuxiang continued, "Furthermore, why do you insist on cultivating in the mortal world down below the mountain after obtaining immortal techniques? How could cultivating down below the mountain be more efficient than cultivating on the mountain?"

Could it be that your master has ulterior motives for accepting you? Furthermore, if your master noticed you early on, why didn't he intervene to save your family? Or is your master trying to use the destruction of your family to help you overcome a tribulation in your mental state?
"In this vast sea of ​​people, after more than a decade of cultivation, how could your master so easily find your old enemies? Was this some kind of deliberate arrangement?"

"Stop talking! Shut up! Shut up!"

The more Hua Yi listened, the more terrified he became. The image of his master's aged yet kind face flashed through his mind. How could his master do such a thing? His master had been so good to him, how could he possibly plot against him?

Bai Wuxiang pointed and froze his body, then said with a smile, "If it weren't for my spell, you would probably have been destroyed by the remaining golden sword energy in your body long ago."

Even if your master had many reasons, he still killed you and wanted you to…

He leaned close to Hua Yi's ear, his lips barely moving, and continued in a cold voice, "Completely annihilated, soul and spirit?"

"It was you! It was you who forced my master to take action to prevent me from falling into the demonic path. You had no choice but to painfully cleanse the sect." Hua Yi retorted angrily, though he was loudly refuting, he was already feeling a little weak inside, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

Bai Wuxiang turned around dismissively and laughed:

"You may not know whether that treasure mirror can trap me or not, but do you think the Supreme Elders of Sanqing Mountain don't know?"

Do you think your teachers don't know this? You people aren't here to arrest me; you're here on our master's orders to nourish me with your own bodies.

Although I have only glimpsed part of your memories, I can guess that there may be some great opportunity beside me, or perhaps there is a great Dao opportunity accompanying the danger.

Those old fogies are afraid of dying, so they only sent you.

"You... you're spreading heresy!" Hua Yi couldn't help but continue to accuse him.

"Hehe. No need to rush to refute me. Just continue living as a corpse puppet for now."

"Countless bones will keep you company on Mount Wanxiang, so you will never be lonely." With that, Bai Wuxiang flicked his sleeve and threw the object onto Mount Wanxiang.

With its own true form stationed here, no matter what methods it uses, it cannot escape this mountain.

……

On the other side, Bai Wuxiang's demonic thoughts found Ning Jue on his way home.

He traveled north, and beyond Tokyo lay a barren and desolate wasteland. This area stretched for a thousand miles and was once a prosperous land, but after more than a decade of war, it was almost deserted except for a few small towns.

Ning Jue sat down to rest at a tea stall by the roadside. There was only an old man busy at the tea stall. Upon seeing Ning Jue's extraordinary demeanor, the old man greeted him with a smile and said, "This distinguished guest, are you looking for a bite to eat?"

"I not only have tea here, but also fresh noodles. Would you like to try some?"

"No need, just bring me a pot of good tea." As he spoke, he took out a piece of silver from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

The old man hurriedly stepped forward with a smile and replied, "Alright, sir."

Just as he was about to accept the money, a woman in tattered clothes emerged from the haystack outside the teahouse. Although she looked sallow and thin, she still had a somewhat pretty appearance.

"Great hero, please have mercy and give me a bowl of noodles." Without hesitation, she knelt down and tugged at Ning Jue's sleeve, pleading, "Just give me a bowl of noodles, and I'll spend the night with you!"

"Oh dear, esteemed guest, this is unacceptable." The old man hurriedly whispered a reminder: "This girl has venereal disease, you mustn't touch her."

Hearing the old man's soft words, the woman couldn't help but cry softly, her voice plaintive and moving.

"What is this woman's family background?"

Ning Jue asked the old Taoist priest curiously.

"Alas, this poor girl lost both her parents and suffered a terrible war. Her whole family was killed, and she was the only one who escaped. She had no choice but to rely on passing noblemen to admire her and give her a meal."

The old man sighed and reminded him, "Honorable guest, please don't catch that willow disease."

Hearing the old man talk about her like that, the woman couldn't help but turn her head away, her face filled with shame, but she never left.

Ning Jue sighed, "Give her a bowl of noodles, and put it on my tab."

"Alright, sir," the old shopkeeper replied hastily.

After a short while, the old man came over with a bowl of soup noodles. As soon as he put the noodles on the table, the woman wolfed them down in a few bites.

After she finished eating, she lifted her clothes to reveal her fair neck and said softly, "Hero, please come with me."

Ning Jue waved his hand to stop her, saying only, "In chaotic times, no one has it easy. Consider this bowl of noodles as a debt that the world owes you."

After he finished his tea, he turned and leisurely left.

As Ning Jue traveled north, he would stop any injustice he encountered and perform many good deeds. His body was naturally surrounded by the pure and clear aura of incense, which rendered Bai Wuxiang's many illusions ineffective.

Bai Wuxiang couldn't help but frown, and personally set up an illusion on the northern road, waiting for its arrival.

Ning Jue traveled north through remote areas. Unexpectedly, he came across a village in a mountain valley.

The village was bustling with activity; men, women, and children all gathered together, singing and dancing around an altar.

On the altar sat a clean-clothed boy, looking around in bewilderment.

Beneath the platform was a pile of dry firewood, which could easily ignite at any moment.

Ning Jue didn't interfere much when he saw this, but he raised an eyebrow when the villagers lit a bonfire and shouted loudly.

A night demon stirred up a whirlwind that swept across the sky, causing sand and stones to fly everywhere. Everyone fearfully lowered their heads and shouted in welcome to the arrival of the great immortal.

The night demon was actually a wild bat demon. It glanced greedily at the boy on the altar, grinned maliciously, and then transformed into a gust of wind and pounced.

Just then, Ning Jue suddenly leaped up from the hillside, threw out a talisman that enveloped the boy, and sneered, "Where did this monster come from, daring to cause chaos in the North?"

His shout startled the bat demon, causing it to flee in panic.

Ning Jue chanted an incantation and threw down the hand seal, which transformed into a golden mountain that fiercely suppressed the bat demon.

He flew down onto the seal, collected the demon's soul, and then used magic to extinguish the fire. He said to the villagers, "What kind of righteous gods or mountain spirits can be sacrificed to living people? You should never believe the words of demons and evil spirits again."

Unexpectedly, everyone in the village glared at him angrily. One of the old men collapsed to the ground in despair and cried out, "Oh dear, it's all over now. Without the protection of the Night God, our village will be discovered by other bandits and robbers. We're doomed sooner or later."

"It's all your fault! You wicked Taoist, you killed Lord Night God who protected our village! Now all two hundred of us in the village are doomed!"

"Kill him! Kill this evil Taoist priest and offer him as a sacrifice to the Night God; surely the Night God will come back to life!"

Many men, women, and children frantically surrounded him, their hands reaching out to touch him, wanting to keep him here.

These hands are not demons, yet they are more like demons in disguise.

The people surrounding Ning Jue all wore fierce killing intent on their faces, preventing him from escaping.

Unexpectedly, Ning Jue did not flee but instead sneered, "Fine, then sacrifice me to Lord Night God! Now you can let that child go, right?"

The so-called Night God was nothing more than a bat demon that had become a spirit, with at most ten years of cultivation, and had already been suppressed and killed by him.

He has no fear of being sacrificed to the God of Night.

So he flicked his sleeve and sent the child down, then sat on the platform himself, unmoved by the villagers' cold words and insults, and simply smiled and said, "You can continue with the sacrifice."

One after another, fierce eyes stared at him, the firelight flared up, and a burning sensation swept over him.

Ning Jue hurriedly cast a fire-repelling spell to protect himself, but he did not expect that the fire would rush over and break through the many obstacles he had set up, and then burn fiercely on his body.

He was actually swallowed by this mortal fire in a bizarre way! The intensely hot pain overwhelmed him, causing Ning Jue to scream in agony.

A thought seemed to echo in his ears, "You were willing to stand up for yourself and be a hero, and now you've ended up stuck here, haven't you?"

"These lowly mortals are not worth your trouble. They will only despise you and will never know how to be grateful!"

……

A jumble of thoughts swirled in Ning Jue's mind, making his face contort with rage. He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, "I, Ning Jue, act only according to my own heart."

I do good deeds out of my own conscience, not for empty fame or for their laughable gratitude.

I only ask that my conscience be at peace!
break!"

(End of this chapter)