Urban Cultivation with a Demonic System Chapter 322 - 267: Flame River: So, Are You the Demon, or Am

Fla River cautiously observed the Golden Core Tutor guarding the gate.

Being a Golden Core himself, he was fully aware of the vast sensory range of Golden Core Cultivators, making it a daunting task to infiltrate the wooden house under the tutor’s surveillance.

After a brief thought, Fla River imdiately controlled the body of the Sand Scorpion to burrow into the soil, diving deep all the way.

Ten ters, fifty ters, a hundred ters... Until he reached over a thousand ters underground before he began digging a tunnel towards the wooden house.

When he arrived directly below the wooden house, Fla River slowly ascended while concealing all the Demonic Qi and cultivation aura from the Sand Scorpion.

It took him over an hour to crawl into the interior of the wooden house through the gap at its base.

Its body further shrank, until it was only about a centiter in size.

In this way, Fla River silently climbed to the location where he sensed Feng Wuya’s presence and indeed saw the scene he had anticipated.

A pink-haired girl was sitting cross-legged on the ground, her eyes closed, with a Cyan Treasure Pearl suspended in front of her forehead.

Strands of cyan light flowed out from the Cyan Treasure Pearl, connecting with the girl’s forehead, seemingly pouring vast amounts of knowledge into her Sea of Consciousness at every mont.

The glow of the Treasure Pearl had dimd to an almost exhausted state, with the transmission of power likely ending at any mont.

"Great, made it just in ti!"

Fla River felt a surge of excitent within.

He suppressed the urge to celebrate prematurely and ghostly moved to Qi Hanyan’s side, aiming at the girl’s hand resting on her knee, and struck like lightning.

The poison needle, resembling a purple flying sword, deeply pierced the girl’s thumb, injecting venom as if it cost nothing.

The deep purple toxin spread throughout the girl’s body in the blink of an eye.

"Wha..."

Qi Hanyan abruptly opened her eyes, shocked at the poison scorpion that had sohow crawled onto her hand, a flash of surprise in her beautiful eyes.

Instinctively, she flung it aside and was about to say sothing when her pretty face turned blue and purple.

Covering her paralyzed and swollen throat, blood slowly seeped from her seven orifices, and she soon fell heavily to the ground, her beautiful eyes gradually dimming.

The Cyan Treasure Pearl, realizing the girl’s tragic situation belatedly, remained dazed in place as if dumbfounded.

The cyan light on the surface of the Treasure Pearl dimd at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if Feng Wuya’s Dao Heart shattered, losing the will to live.

Seeing this scene with his own eyes, Fla River was enveloped in overwhelming joy:

"I did it! Hahaha! I killed this brat who stole my legacy!"

"She’s dead!"

"The threat is gone, now who can find my true body? I’m completely safe."

After reveling in the joy for half a second, Fla River suppressed his excitent and was about to quietly leave.

After all, a Personal Sword Slave’s body and one of his Split Souls were quite valuable, so leaving intact would be best.

But at that mont, a voice he was all too familiar with sounded:

"Oh? So the true body of the third Personal Sword Slave is a scorpion."

"That’s good, I was worried you wouldn’t be able to infiltrate this trap specially set for you."

"Since you’re here, stay."

As he spoke, Su Yuan’s figure pushed open the door, stepped inside with a smile, and stared at the Sand Scorpion that Fla River had transford into.

Seeing this brat who ruined his grand plan again, Fla River felt a surge of anger burn within him.

But then, he sneered coldly:

"Trap? Youngling, stop trying to save face."

"Feng Wuya is about to die, I’ve been his disciple for years, I wouldn’t mistake this!"

"And that pink-haired girl, she too was killed by my poison needle. I bet when you designed this trap, you didn’t expect to be so discreet."

"Now the outco is determined, even if you kill this Sword Slave body of mine, so what?"

But before Fla River could finish, a pink-haired figure erged behind Su Yuan:

"Oh dear, I just heard soone spreading rumors about my death? That’s too bad."

Fla River’s sneer froze instantly.

Seeing Qi Hanyan standing there perfectly fine, he turned abruptly to look at the dead pink-haired girl.

Due to being poisoned, the girl’s body was forcibly corroded, and after the flesh dissolved into pus, only a tal-glossed skeleton remained.

That was the skeleton of a female Foundation Establishnt Sword Slave, and being the creator of Sword Slaves, Fla River was all too familiar with this.

Yet, Fla River was still sowhat dazed.

So... is this Qi Hanyan a fake?

He could understand the fact that it was fake, but wasn’t the thod of creating a decoy a bit too outrageous?

Using the skeleton of a Foundation Establishnt Sword Slave as a base, they refined a heap of living flesh, sewed on facial features, and crafted a puppet identical to Qi Hanyan.

This... what kind of sinister Demon Technique is this?

The Evil Extermination Sword Sect has always claid to be a Righteous Sect, haven’t they?

This is supposed to be Righteous Dao?

For a mont, Fla River was left speechless, imrsed in silence.

A while later, he turned to Su Yuan and began to laugh again:

"I admit I fell into your trap; indeed, you all are a step ahead."

"But so what? The fact that you lured here proves you have no real ans to locate my true body; at most, you’ll just destroy one of my avatars."

"A re avatar, I can afford to lose."

Su Yuan waited calmly for him to finish laughing before speaking:

"Have you finished laughing? Now it’s my turn to laugh."

Fla River’s laughter abruptly halted:

"What do you an?"

Su Yuan slowly smiled and said:

"The more soone sches, the more likely they are to fall into an unexpected trap."

"If you hadn’t initially thought about assassinating Qi Hanyan and Senior Feng, we indeed wouldn’t have been able to do anything to you, but you just had to co."

"And after you ca, it ant that the thod to lock onto your true body changed from falsehood to reality!"

"What?"

Fla River’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, an imnse sense of crisis instinctively arising.

He didn’t dare hesitate for even a mont and wanted to escape.

But Su Yuan’s actions were faster than his.

"Having t the Demon Lord, why do you not bow?"

Su Yuan’s tone was calm, yet every word felt like a mountain heavily crashing onto Fla River.

This overwhelming pressure forced his scorpion body to prostrate on the ground, kneeling and saluting Su Yuan.

In this state, he couldn’t even think about escaping, let alone trying to extract his Split Soul.

Only after completing the entire set of ceremonial bows could he regain control over his body.

This grand courtesy of paying respect would last at least three seconds to complete, aning he would be completely controlled for those three seconds.

In those three seconds, the enemy could do so much.

And just as expected, under Fla River’s fearful gaze, Su Yuan made another move.

Su Yuan took sothing out from his robe and casually tossed it onto the ground, where it deeply embedded itself into the wooden floor, standing unwaveringly.

Fla River focused his gaze and saw that it was a silver-white tal rod, from which hung a seemingly cute and innocent headless cloth doll.

It appeared harmless.

But in the eyes of soone like Fla River, knowledgeable about these things, he imdiately recognized the true nature of the tal rod and the doll.

It was clearly the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and a demonic toy made from the body of a cultivator with unmatched talent.

For goodness’ sake... he, Fla River, had ruled the Absolute Sword World for years, yet had never managed to create a Ten Thousand Souls Banner... After all, Feng Wuya never taught him how to craft one.

Let alone a more sinister human puppet.

So where did this junior from the Evil Extermination Sword Sect acquire so many Demon Dao techniques?

Could it be that the vast Blue Star Federation had already beco a haven for demons?

But what shocked and terrified Fla River even more was what followed.

A trendous amount of Spiritual Power surged from within the doll, quickly being infused into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and then channeled through it into the wooden floor.

Imdiately, complex and sinister blood-red patterns appeared rapidly on the ordinary wooden board, growing brighter and brighter, as though about to activate.

Initially, looking at the blood-red glow covering the entire hut, Fla River didn’t quite understand what the great array was for.

But when a sacrificial force locked onto his scorpion body and faintly linked to his true form, he understood.

It was an extrely evil Blood Sacrifice Array!

How many Demon Techniques does this Su Yuan kid possess?

This is not banishing demons and devils, it’s clearly one dark force preying on another.

What utterly baffled Fla River, however, was why this Blood Sacrifice Array’s summoning target could so precisely locate his true form?

Even if such a highly accurate Blood Sacrifice Array existed, surely it couldn’t be controlled by a re Foundation Establishnt Cultivator!

Seemingly seeing Fla River’s bewildernt and shock, Su Yuan explained with a smile:

"The reason the array can directly lock onto you is quite simple."

"Because your Split Soul makes an excellent anchor, serving as one of the Holy Relics to summon your true form."

Fla River: "One... of them?"

Su Yuan: "That’s right, just using your one Split Soul has a chance of letting you escape, and as a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator, I can’t forcibly summon soone at the level of a Golden Core Cultivator like you."

"Therefore, I chose to have your master, Senior Feng Wuya himself act."

"The karma between Senior Feng and you is enormous, with him as the Array Master and supplented by your Split Soul, you will undoubtedly be locked onto."

"At the sa ti, though Senior Feng is now just a single data fragnt, his ranking was always Golden Core, even Half-Step Nascent Soul."

"With him controlling the Blood Sacrifice Array, there naturally won’t be any level restrictions."

Having said this, Su Yuan stood with his hands on his hips, satisfied, saying:

"Fla River, Fla River, after plotting for so long, you absolutely cannot escape, today is your day of doom!"

Fla River: "..."

He looked in shock towards the silent Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

So, did that old Feng Wuya sell his soul to a demon to kill him?

No wonder the Cyan Treasure Pearl appeared so weak, it wasn’t because of transferring power, but because he had moved his soul!

This is too deceitful!

But now, in this situation, there was no point to regretting.

Even if he wanted to resist, wanted to struggle, Su Yuan had more than one way to forcibly make him bow, what could he use to fight back?

Finally, the Holy Sect Blood Sacrifice Array was complete, the blood light burst forth.

Wrapped in a blood-red sun, Fla River’s true body was forcibly summoned!