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Fan Wuyou felt deep regret. He had clearly sensed that the demon clan was secretly targeting the Xiaoyao Sect, yet he still failed to ensure the safety of his disciples, which left him feeling guilty.
Hearing the sect leader's sigh, Zhao Fengming's expression changed slightly, indicating that he too was contemplating the matter of the demon clan.
"There's no need to worry, Sect Leader. This situation may not be as dire as you think. Whether it is an accident or a deliberate act will soon be revealed."
Fan Wuyou could only nod, suppressing the doubts that filled his mind.
On a cliff above Thunderwind Valley, a plump cultivator stood there, accompanied by a frail young girl behind him. The cultivator was dressed in luxurious attire, with a charming smile and a clean complexion. Around his neck hung a string of translucent beads of various sizes and colors. Upon closer inspection, one could see that these beads were made from the eyes of various beasts.
He picked up a purple-gold gourd from his waist and shook it, causing a piercing and chilling beast roar to echo from within. A satisfied smile spread across his face.
Noticing this, the girl standing silently behind him swallowed hard and subtly took a step back.
Perceiving her movement, the cultivator's smile faded slightly. "Rong'er, how have you fared with the tasks I assigned you?"
The girl was Cheng Yuruo, who had parted ways with Qi Xiao at the foot of the mountain. She tightened her fingers nervously and bowed her head respectfully in response.
"Master, I have completed everything you instructed. The Xuanbing Jiao should be going mad by now."
A month ago, Baohua Sanren had brought Cheng Yuruo to Thunderwind Valley and told her that he had developed a method to help the jiao dragon transform into its true form, instructing her to administer it to the Xuanbing Jiao.
Initially, Cheng Yuruo did not believe him. After all, it had been thousands of years since any spirit beast of dragon or phoenix caliber had appeared in this world. So many demonic beasts struggled in their cultivation; how could Baohua Sanren casually come up with a solution that would yield results?
She thought of him as nothing more than a madman.
However, when she truly administered the elixir to the Xuanbing Jiao, she discovered that it was indeed beginning to transform day by day.
Its horns grew increasingly ferocious, and large patches of scales began to shed from its body. New scales sprouted beneath them, even harder and shinier than before, exuding an eerie black mist.
Suppressing her rising fear, she quietly inquired about Baohua Sanren's intentions.
He merely replied lightly, "When the path of demonic beasts is severed, wishing to cultivate immortality is akin to dreaming!"
Cheng Yuruo did not understand what he meant by "the path of immortality being severed," but she followed Baohua Sanren's instructions diligently, administering one pill daily to the Xuanbing Jiao.
The elixir had a foul odor; initially, the Xuanbing Jiao resisted it. However, after consuming it repeatedly, it seemed to become addicted and would eagerly approach her for more before she could even offer it herself. Moreover, the Xuanbing Jiao became increasingly docile with each passing day.
She would occasionally press her palm against it, acting coy. Despite Cheng Yurong having learned various taming methods at the Cheng family, she had never seen a way to make a demon beast so obedient. However, the Master of Baohua merely let out a light scoff upon witnessing this.
A beast is still a beast.
The Master of Baohua took out a purple-gold gourd, intending to absorb the Xuanbing Jiao to nourish his treasured artifact. Cheng Yurong felt a pang of reluctance and cautiously stepped in front of the Xuanbing Jiao, speaking up.
“Master, don’t you want to see this serpent transform into a dragon? If you just take it like this, what a pity that would be!”
The gourd in the Master’s hand could dissolve any living thing. Even though the Xuanbing Jiao had reached the peak of the Golden Core stage, it could only last for a moment inside the gourd.
With a half-smile, the Master asked, “Are you trying to defy your teacher?”
Cheng Yurong hurriedly lowered her head. “I wouldn’t dare! I just think that since you’ve put so much effort into creating the Dragon Transformation Pill, wouldn’t it be a waste to easily kill this serpent? It would be better to keep it as a spirit pet.”
“A spirit pet is out of the question; it’s better to make it a demonic pet! Since you like it so much, I’ll give it to you. As my disciple, you should have a few demon beasts by your side.”
Cheng Yurong feigned joy and immediately knelt down. “Thank you, Master!”
“Now that you have a demon beast, you should deal with that white tiger.”
“Your cultivation is too low; it’s truly embarrassing!”
Cheng Yurong's heart tightened as she nervously forced a smile. “But Master, didn’t you say that the bloodline of that little tiger cub is quite good? If I kill its mother, wouldn’t that make the cub resent me? It would take quite an effort to tame it afterward; wouldn’t it be better to leave things as they are and save some energy?”
The Master of Baohua stared at Cheng Yurong for a moment, making her feel uneasy under his gaze.
“Since you understand your own situation, I won’t say more.”
She gratefully thanked him and intended to take the Xuanbing Jiao back with her. However, the Master suddenly seemed to remember something and instructed her to leave the Xuanbing Jiao behind.
Cheng Yurong initially did not understand the situation, but as she saw the elders and disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect arriving one after another, her face gradually turned pale. Her so-called master was planning to take action against the Xiaoyao Sect!
Are you scared? With a master here, how could a disciple be afraid?
Baohua Sanren nodded, observing closely. This would soon become a regular occurrence; perhaps she would even have to spar with those renowned disciples in the future.
Cheng Yurong secretly clenched her fists. She couldn't comprehend what her master was up to. However, she understood that no matter what the other party intended to do, it was not her place to interfere. The only thing she could do was to appear more obedient.
In the valley, the Xuanbing Jiao broke through the cave and soared into the sky, causing rocks to scatter and the ground to shake. The disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect fled in panic, even the Golden Rat, which had long resided in the cave, scurried out in a frenzy.
The cave shook violently; it seemed on the verge of collapse. The culprit hovered above at the mountain's peak, glaring fiercely at them.
It had four claws, antlers like a deer, a head like a camel, a neck like a snake, and a belly like a clam. It resembled a Xuanbing Jiao but was vastly different from the illustrations; thick black mist swirled around its body.
One of the disciples fell to the ground in panic.
What on earth is that thing?
Ji Linglong shot an annoyed glare at the disciple who had fallen and quickly whipped him up with her whip before rushing outside. However, that Xuanbing Jiao lunged towards them with its jaws wide open.
It was this person who had struck it hardest back in the cave. Now that it had escaped, it intended to make this person pay!
Ji Linglong swung her whip in defense. But as the Xuanbing Jiao let out a fierce roar and charged at her, she felt her blood surge violently and was thrown back, crashing through countless roots and plants.
She fell to the ground, her head spinning as she coughed up blood continuously.
How could such a terrifying creature appear in a trial area for the Xiaoyao Sect? Just as she saw the Xuanbing Jiao preparing to devour her whole, a sharp beam of sword light shot towards its massive eyes.
The serpent-like creature howled in pain and began to twist and roll away.
Elder Chang lifted Ji Linglong with his spiritual power and placed her aside. Then, facing the Xuanbing Serpent, he challenged, "Come at me if you have the ability!"
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