The black mist continuously condensed, becoming even denser than before.
In the end, it even ford a humanoid shape.
"Oh, I just made a contract with your main soul."
The Three-Eyed Tiger grood its white fur, now that this black mist had beco Jiang Cheng’s subordinate, its status was even lower than its own, so it didn’t take it seriously.
"You, you damn Tiger Demon, and to think I trusted you so much!"
He wasn’t stupid; such a contract could never be understood by the Celestial Fate Realm.
It must have been taught to him by the Three-Eyed Tiger during the recent transmission.
"You betrayed !"
The black mist was furious. If it weren’t currently far from its peak state and unable to beat this damned tiger, it would have probably rushed to destroy it.
"Don’t put it that way."
"You see, you haven’t lost out. By forming a contract with him, your Divine Soul received a significant supplent, and you’re not suppressed by the rules of the Lower Realm, so you’re in even better condition than before."
"From this angle, you should thank ."
"However, Master Tiger never seeks repaynt for doing good deeds, you can just keep it in your heart."
As a King Bi who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Brother Cheng, the Three-Eyed Tiger’s words were infuriatingly smug.
"You, you..."
If it had a body, the black mist would probably be spitting blood in anger.
"Alright, alright, now you know your situation."
"You know what to do."
If it wasn’t completely subdued, Jiang Cheng certainly wouldn’t keep it around.
Even though he wasn’t afraid of death, other disciples were, and he wouldn’t leave a hidden danger unchecked within the Feixian Sect.
That black mist stayed silent for a long ti, eventually heaving a deep sigh.
"Do I have any other choice?"
To beco an Immortal required countless years of experience, far from the impulsive young lad, it knew how to adapt to circumstances.
Jiang Cheng was very satisfied with this change in attitude.
"Rest assured, as long as you behave and don’t cause trouble, I won’t make things difficult for you, and I’ll give you enough respect."
"Thank you!"
The humanoid figure condensed from the black mist slightly bowed, secretly relieved.
He knew Jiang Cheng basically had no need to offer this promise.
If soone else had obtained his Main Soul Mark, his fate afterward would have been extrely miserable.
Respect? Not possible.
"Alright, tell about your origins."
"How did you co to my Feixian Sect?"
The black mist sighed once again, a sigh full of ancient sorrow.
"It all began with the Immortal Demon War from millions of years ago, when the Eastern Heaven Domain attempted to annex..."
Just the first sentence, and Jiang Cheng couldn’t listen anymore.
Can’t you talk about sothing people can understand, the Immortal Demon War is too far removed from him, he’s not interested, nor does he want to get involved.
"Stop, stop, highlight the main points. First, what’s your na?"
"Ahem, alright, I... I, the Immortal Venerable, am called Mo Chen, with a title of Dark Ji Immortal Venerable."
What nonsense Immortal Venerable, Jiang Cheng glanced at him, suspecting he was bragging.
Because this guy stamred, clearly trying to elevate his own standing, probably soone who cares about face.
"So how did an Immortal like you end up here?"
"Back then, the Immortal and Demon Dao were at war, countless deaths and injuries. I also participated and was severely injured by a group of demon cultivators, nearly perishing."
Mo Chen sighed deeply: "The war was so chaotic at the ti, creating a small rift between the Immortal Realm and the Lower Realm, allowing my Primordial Spirit to escape down."
"Then what? It’s been millions of years, why are you still here?"
"After coming down from the Immortal Realm, my Primordial Spirit was suppressed by the rules, and the Main Soul Mark was lost at that ti."
"The remaining Residual Soul continued to attach to the Companion Demon... uh, Companion Immortal Artifact, Blood Transformation Immortal Blade, otherwise, it would have long dissipated."
Brother Cheng and the Three-Eyed Tiger both looked at him aningfully, expressions quite subtle.
Old man, it seems you just said ’demon,’ are you taking advantage of our listening?
The situation was awkward for a mont.
The black mist ford by Mo Chen’s Residual Soul floated there, remaining silent.
After a full minute of silence, he seed to regain his composure.
"Do you think I’m a demon cultivator?"
Demon cultivators are often erratic and evil in actions; any normal cultivator would stay far away, even despise them upon hearing those words.
"Hahaha, how could that be, I’m an orthodox Righteous Cultivator, part of the Immortal Sect camp!"
"If you don’t believe , you can inquire around in the Immortal Realm about my reputation as the Dark Ji Immortal Venerable, Mo Chen, people praise everywhere!"
We can’t just go to the Immortal Realm, how are we supposed to ask? Can’t you just make it up?
Seeing that Jiang Cheng and the Three-Eyed Tiger still didn’t believe him, in his anxiety, he shouted to prove his innocence.
"I am irreconcilable with demon cultivators!"
The Three-Eyed Tiger rolled its eyes: "Really?"
"Indeed! I have always hated demon cultivators, kill one when I see one, kill a group when I see a group!"
"In my youth, I vowed to eradicate demon cultivators in this lifeti..."
Mo Chen spoke righteously, his determination clear.
Even Jiang Cheng couldn’t stand it; old man, you’ve already exposed yourself, yet in order to hide your identity, you completely betray your own camp.
Looks like you’ve done so shaless things before?
"Alright, alright, I don’t care if you’re a demon cultivator or an Immortal Cultivator. I only care about the Demon Artifact, the Blood Transformation Demon Blade, where is it?"
"That is an Immortal Blade, an Immortal Artifact..."
Mo Chen was still correcting it.
"In fact, you’ve already seen it, it’s the war trophy you got from the Duanmu Family, the Blood Transformation Blade."
Blood Transformation Blade?
That Tier Seven Spiritual Artifact? The Duanmu Family’s ancestral treasure?
To be honest, after Jiang Cheng grabbed it back, he didn’t pay much attention to it.
Firstly, he didn’t use a blade, and secondly, he found the blood-red blade sowhat unsettling.
Little did he expect, that this thing was actually an Immortal Artifact?
After a detailed explanation, he finally understood the whole story.
Back when he escaped into the Lower Realm, Mo Chen’s Residual Soul had been hiding within the Blood Transformation Demon Blade.
Due to the loss of the Main Soul Mark and the suppression from the Lower Realm’s rules, he couldn’t manifest outside, or he would risk disintegration.
He had to rely on absorbing the Blood Transformation Demon Blade’s Immortal Essence and essence to barely hang on to life.
Through the passage of ti, countless years passed, the Blood Transformation Demon Blade continuously degraded in grade as Mo Chen absorbed its Immortal Essence.
Dropping from an Immortal Artifact to a Tier Eight Spiritual Artifact.
The Immortal Essence had long been exhausted, and originally he didn’t have many years left to live.
But then, at that mont, the Blood Transformation Demon Blade was accidentally discovered by the ancestor of the Duanmu Family.
The Duanmu Family, treating it as a Supre Treasure, used the Spiritual Artifact as a foundation for the family’s rise.
Indeed, they grew from a non-prominent small family to one of the two dominators of Qinglan Prefecture.
Until the Spiritual Artifact dropped in grade again, they realized sothing was wrong.
The Duanmu Family thought the Spiritual Artifact degraded after use, unaware that an Immortal resided within, constantly absorbing the artifact’s last essence.
They then used the Blood Pool to nourish it, temporarily stabilizing it at Level 7.
But the Residual Soul within Mo Chen was too weak and couldn’t fight against the rules of the Lower Realm, so he didn’t bother to show up, letting them fiddle around.
The Blood Pool’s effects on him were extrely weak, only barely keeping him alive.
After Jiang Cheng brought the Blood Transformation Blade to the Feixian Sect, he casually left it in the Treasure Vault without any attention.
Originally, Mo Chen would not last long without the Blood Pool, but the Feixian Sect had a Demon King, the Three-Eyed Tiger.
Its power far exceeded the Duanmu Family, and the distinct aura of the Blood Transformation Demon Blade and its internal essence from above the Lower Realm was sharply sensed by it.
So it stole the Spiritual Artifact away, after an investigation, Mo Chen couldn’t hide anymore.
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