Who taught him to practice swordsmanship like this?

"This is a secret technique of the evil Taoist priest of Changchun Palace, which can imprison a person's soul in nothingness, making them feel endless loneliness and solitude... It is extremely cruel."

The demonic cultivator spoke with an upright expression.

Su Baichen was right next to him, watching this scene of the reversed Heavenly Gang, and his heart was quite complicated.

"Pfft!"

The young man next to him couldn't help but chuckle. He looked at him and said, "What do you think of this situation?"

Su Baichen replied, "It's nothing, I would have said the same thing if I were in your shoes."

"After all, for anyone, those who are their enemies are demons."

The young man was surprised: "You're quite open-minded, kid."

They never tried to lower their voices while talking, but those around them could never hear anything about them.

Su Baichen was deceived by illusion, while this young man was simply a product of his high cultivation level, allowing him to do as he pleased.

At this moment, the Zhou family official and the demonic cultivator had completed the act of 'begging desperately,' 'reluctantly agreeing,' and 'giving it a try.' The demonic cultivator had already mobilized his true energy to prepare to try to break Su Baichen's profound illusion technique, 'Black Cage.'

The mysterious young man smiled and asked, "With his cultivation level, he's considered a mid-tier fighter in the Yuanmo Cavern; he should have some tricks up his sleeve. What do you intend to do?"

Su Baichen did not answer.

The demonic cultivator began chanting and gesturing, his true energy surging, creating some quite intimidating light and shadow effects.

"Oh, this is just fooling ordinary people."

"However, he also has to use some means to cover up some of the ugly aspects of demonic magic."

That mysterious young man was very talkative, and he was still explaining the situation here, as if he was urging Su Baichen to get to work faster.

Su Baichen wasn't annoyed at all, but asked curiously, "Senior, what methods do you think that demonic cultivator will use to break my black cage?"

The mysterious young man exclaimed in surprise, "To have mastered such a profound technique as the Black Cage at such a young age?"

"I wasn't sure before, but now it seems you really are a prodigy disciple of the Yin Sect of Changchun Palace."

"As for that demonic cultivator's methods, how would I know?"

"However, given the demonic cultivators' usual methods, it's definitely not a sure thing. That spoiled brat surnamed Zhou is lucky to have survived; if he doesn't... well, they can always pin the blame on you, the instigator, right?"

Su Baichen nodded: "That makes sense. I would have done the same. Anyway, Zhou Cong wasn't a good person, so his death is no big deal."

The mysterious young man was somewhat puzzled by Su Baichen's words: "You kid, why don't you seem like a decent person?"

Su Baichen didn't answer, but instead saw the demonic cultivator pull out a dagger that gleamed with blood...

He immediately sensed the intense hatred within the dagger.

This is clearly a magical artifact.

Upon seeing this demonic artifact, Su Baichen immediately understood the demonic cultivator's actions.

That is to trigger the extreme emotions within the demonic artifact to forcibly pierce Zhou Cong's sea of ​​consciousness... Regardless of what happens to Zhou Cong under such extreme emotions, it is indeed possible to violently break through the black cage from the outside!

Thinking of this, Su Baichen's expression became somewhat subtle...

The reason why "Black Cage" is considered the ultimate technique in "Eight Transformations of the Illusionary Spirit" is that after the spell is cast, in addition to stripping the victim of all eight senses, it can also control everything the victim perceives in the Black Cage in an extremely subtle way.

Of course, in essence, the will of the person affected is still completely imprisoned, but this advanced application can silently dissolve all resistance from the person affected, making the black cage even more effective.

And now...

As soon as Su Baichen's thoughts stirred slightly, a glimmer of light appeared in Zhou Cong's eyes within the black cage.

He didn't have time to delve into the advanced applications of the black cage at the moment, but he could restore some of Zhou Cong's vision and then project some different images onto his retina.

Actually, it's just a matter of distorting reality so that Zhou Cong thinks the demonic cultivator is going to kill him.

In fact, he didn't need to make many changes. The hatred within the demonic artifact was so intense that any normal person here would feel that this demonic cultivator was going to kill them...

At this moment, the demonic cultivator had already completed the ritual using a dagger.

The lighting looks pretty good; it even makes the dagger, which carries a strong smell of blood, emit a white light.

The only problem is that the white light looks a bit violent.

Meanwhile, the demonic cultivator, worried about being misunderstood, said before he acted, "I will now lightly trace a line between Young Master Zhou's eyebrows, using the sharpness of my treasured sword to break the evil spell. This process must not be disturbed, otherwise all our previous efforts will be in vain, and Young Master Zhou's life may be in danger!"

Hearing him say this, everyone became nervous.

The demonic cultivator, holding a dagger, walked towards Zhou Cong, who was lying flat on the bed.

"Tsk tsk, looks like this spoiled brat is going to be an idiot for the rest of his life."

The mysterious young man had already given his own interpretation.

Su Baichen chuckled softly at that moment.

The next moment, Zhou Cong shuddered, and his eyes regained their full luster...

For Zhou Cong, it was like being trapped in the deepest nightmare.

He could "see" the demonic cultivator's malicious gaze, as if he wanted to use him to complete an evil ritual.

But apart from being able to see, he couldn't do anything else.

He struggled relentlessly, trying to regain control of his body and wake it up...

And at that moment, he really 'woke up'!

"Help me!"

"Help!"

He suddenly shouted and rolled around on the bed, eventually shrinking into a corner.

That's why they call themselves a wealthy family; the Zhou family's bed is enormous. Even when Zhou Cong huddled in the corner, the demonic cultivator couldn't reach it by bending over and stretching out from the windowsill...

"You bastards, are you just going to watch him kill me?"

"I'm going to tell Father to execute you all, execute you all!!"

Zhou Cong's loud curses startled the servants in the Zhou household.

The old butler also said, "Sir, it seems our second young master has recovered?"

But the demonic cultivator remained adamant: "No, he is still under the influence of demonic magic, otherwise he would know that I am saving him and not harming him."

Zhou Cong exclaimed in shock and anger, "To hell with saving me! You're just trying to kill me!"

The demonic cultivator said, "Look, he is not yet awake."

Then he showed off his skills.

Suddenly, his arm extended a little further, and the demonic dagger gently sliced ​​through Zhou Cong's brow under his horrified gaze...

The next moment, a surge of violent hatred rushed into Zhou Cong's mind without any hindrance.

"No...you...deserve...to die..."

After saying this, Zhou Cong suddenly closed his eyes and quietly 'slept'.

The demonic cultivator's expression was somewhat strange, because he had clearly felt that "the feel was wrong" just now.

The magical resistance he had anticipated did not materialize; his demonic energy flowed unimpeded into Zhou Cong's head...

However, he calmly said, "Alright, the sorcery has been broken. Let the Second Young Master get a good night's sleep."

"He might sleep for a long time, as he needs to recover his energy."

Everyone was still a little uneasy, and they felt that something was wrong.

But in their view, the demonic cultivator had only lightly touched the center of the forehead, which was not fatal.

Moreover, Zhou Cong's "sleeping posture" was very peaceful at this moment, which was completely different from his previous wide-eyed and lifeless appearance... It must be true, right?

This demonic cultivator even brazenly demanded a box of gold and silver as payment before leisurely leaving.

To be honest, his demand for payment initially reassured the old butler, but not long after...

Chaos broke out again at the Zhou family mansion.

As Zhou Cong slept, his head tilted to the side, and pink liquid overflowed from his nose and ears...