Chapter 92: The Mahayana Demonic Cultivator Arrives!

The instant Xu Liangcai witnessed the scene, an indescribable jealousy surged in his heart.

No way! How does Ye Feng deserve this? A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, cradled by a peerless demonic immortal!

It had to be a clone—yes, probably Ye Feng’s trump card. What a great master he must have, that bastard!

Xu Liangcai had heard from his uncle that every mortal who saw the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox’s human form marveled at her stunning beauty, the kind that could bypass comprehension and lead straight to the pinnacle of the Great Dao.

But then he remembered something.

Wait, didn’t my uncle say she’s aloof, cold to everyone?

Before she overcame her tribulation to become the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox, countless powerful figures lowered themselves to court her as a dao companion, yet none earned her glance. Chu Jianxian had crushed them all with overwhelming strength.

How could she cling to Ye Feng like this, even as a clone?

Unless…

A ridiculous thought struck Xu Liangcai, but he shook his head. Impossible.

If Ye Feng were that person, he’d have been torn to shreds for his actions, not pampered.

He pulled out a glowing pill, free of sinister aura this time, purely medicinal.

“You little punk, with a trump card like that, why didn’t you use it sooner? If you had, I wouldn’t have messed up! Hypocrite, waiting for Cheng Qingning to get hurt to play hero and win her heart!”

Xu Liangcai squirmed, wanting to do something to the nearby Cheng Qingning, but bound by Bai Li’s domain, he was helpless.

Another wild thought hit him, but he shook it off. I’m already immobilized—if I don’t hold back, I’m done for!

He could only curse Ye Feng inwardly, refusing to reflect on his own faults—a classic case of not shedding tears until seeing the coffin.

The Green-Eyed Ancestor, still reeling, saw a flash before his vision blurred.
When it cleared, he was behind a peony bush, his charged attack still brimming but with no target hit.

Given the chance to strike now, he wouldn’t dare.

“Actually, I’m not that close to the Youming Sect. I infiltrated to save these… lovely people below.”

Turning, his sinister expression vanished, replaced by a fawning smile.

Yes, the moment he sensed the Mahayana aura, his thoughts raced like lightning, and he fled.

Against another Mahayana cultivator, he might’ve held his ground—every sect had one, and with home advantage, who’d win was uncertain.

But this Mahayana was different. Her aura, unmistakable to any demonic sect or SF light novel reader, belonged to the Qingqiu Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox.

She wasn’t terrifying in herself, and her body was a treasure trove—capturing her could yield unimaginable rewards.

But no one dared. She rarely traveled alone, always accompanied by that figure.

The name that made every demonic sect tremble, the one used to hush crying children:

Tianyuan Sword Sect’s Sword Immortal!

The only Tribulation-stage cultivator in ten thousand years, who could cut down hundreds of him with one swing.

And where was the Sword Immortal? The Green-Eyed Ancestor had a guess but dared not dwell on it.

Who could be so intimate with the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox?

No surrender now, and his head would roll.

His soul-burning Nether Soul Claw had dissipated, replaced by a snake-shaped jade pendant in his hand—a shameful testament to his defeat.

“Forgive my little clash with you, great ones. Please don’t stoop to my level—let me go!”

Chu Huaizhou, seeing this, smirked inwardly but couldn’t see much, half his face smothered by Bai Li’s embrace.

He coughed lightly, nudging her.

She didn’t quite get it, thinking her protection wasn’t enough. Her nine tails tightened, wrapping him like dumpling dough around filling—completely obscured.

“Look, you really need to read more. Good Bai Li, you don’t have to guard me this tightly. I’m prepared now and can block attacks.”

Her large ears twitched, and after a moment’s thought, she understood. Shifting behind him, she hugged his waist tightly, playing the dutiful bodyguard.

Duang~

Chu glanced at the Green-Eyed Ancestor, who kept his head bowed, not daring to watch their interaction, sealing his divine sense in submission.

Taking the jade pendant without examining it, Chu pocketed it, his expression unusually excited.
In his memory, a low-grade spiritual treasure was a rare prize. Back then, he’d only snagged them from secret realms using plot foresight.

Now, spirit stones went to his three hungry disciples.

He wanted to shout, Low-grade spiritual treasure, mine!

But the timing wasn’t right.

“Ancestor, give me a straight answer.”

“I’ve surrendered.”

Bai Li’s resonant voice echoed, and suddenly, a slow, poisonous mist filled the cavern.

The great one hasn’t arrived yet, but their poison mist and gu insects are here.

The mist clashed with Bai Li’s glowing domain, sizzling loudly.

Xu Liangcai looked up at the scene, and after a long pause, a voice—Qu Tianyou’s—spoke.

“Chu Jianxian and the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox grace us with their presence. Why no advance notice? I could’ve prepared a welcome.”

The Mahayana demonic cultivator Qu Tianyou materialized in the mist. Having seen Chu Huaizhou, he knew the one in Bai Li’s arms was him.

Chu’s throat tightened, questioning if this Youming Sect trip was a mistake.

Qu Tianyou, revered by demonic cultivators, exuded terror.

His body, hidden under green robes, was less skin than slick, translucent wax.

Beneath it, gu insects birthed, died, and rebirthed in an endless cycle.

His face, half-covered by a shroud, revealed one pure black and one pure white pupil.

Calling him human was generous—he was a humanoid monster.

What the—? This guy’s that grotesque? Can he even count as human?

Chu’s first glimpse triggered alarm bells, like facing the Holy Sword Emperor in Black Abyss.

Even in Bai Li’s domain and embrace, he instinctively wanted to flee.
Thankfully, her presence and his disciples below steadied him.