Chapter 29 Sect Demonic Scripture Pavilion
Before she could finish her threat, she met Xiao Ming’s eyes, which were burning with a searing fire. That gaze seemed capable of piercing through the thin quilt, branding her inside and out. Most notably, she could clearly feel a scorching threat approaching again, causing a familiar numbness and... longing to shamefully surge from deep within her body.
"Wicked Disciple! You... don't come over..." The Aura in her voice dissipated by half in an instant, replaced by a trace of imperceptible panic. Her legs instinctively clamped shut, and she shrank toward the inner side of the bed like a startled fawn.
But seeing her look so fierce yet weak, a sight that would move any man to pity, what man wouldn't be tempted?
An evil light flared in Xiao Ming’s eyes as he suddenly threw back the thin gauze quilt. Amidst Luo Li’s exclamation, he pressed down heavily upon her once more!
"Mm, ah~! Wicked... Wicked Disciple... I can't anymore..."
A new round of wind and rain swept through the bedchamber once again.
On the other side, Lin Fan had no idea that Xiao Ming had already peered into his future with complete clarity. At this moment, his face was dark as he quietly inquired about everything regarding Xiao Ming.
"What? That guy named Xiao hasn't returned here for a long time?"
When he received this news from a Disciple, Lin Fan’s heart sank abruptly.
An absurd and terrifying thought uncontrollably surged into his mind: Could it be that Xiao Ming is already... already living in the Peak Revered Master’s bedchamber at the top of Heartless Peak?
This thought gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake. He could almost see the wide bed within the Heartless Peak Revered Master’s bedchamber... The cold and aloof Peak Revered Master’s palace robes, which he regarded as his moonlight and beyond desecration, might already be in total disarray. That habitually cold and transcendent face would now be flushed red, her exquisite chin perhaps unconsciously tilted up as sweet and wonderful songs escaped her lips.
He could even "hear" Xiao Ming’s unrestrained laughter and Luo Li’s pitiful, incoherent pleas for mercy.
"Pfft—" Finally, Lin Fan could no longer suppress it, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, staining the front of his robes. His eyes were now blood-red, his face contorted and hideous, and his killing intent toward Xiao Ming had reached its boiling point!
"Xiao Ming! If I, Lin Fan, do not kill you, I am not a man! Yes!... On the Heavenly Demon Arena five days from now, I will make you die in utter humiliation!" Finally, he let out a low growl like a wounded beast, and his figure vanished into the darkness.
Meanwhile, Xiao Ming, who had just experienced a great battle, was feeling refreshed. The Aura around him had become increasingly profound; he had clearly achieved a Breakthrough to the Late Golden Core Stage. He glanced at his Revered Master darling, who was still lying on the bed with her eyes closed, now too lazy to even move a finger. Her originally cold peach-blossom eyes were now full of charm and satisfaction, carrying a thick, inseparable weariness and allure. Her slender waist and long legs twitched and trembled slightly, lacking even the strength to get up—she had clearly been put through quite an ordeal.
The corners of Xiao Ming’s mouth curled up in a smug smile. He leaned down and gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear: "Rest well, Revered Master. This Disciple is going to the Modian Pavilion."
Luo Li let out a faint, almost inaudible hum from her nose, too lazy to even lift her eyelids.
As Xiao Ming reached the palace gates, his footsteps paused slightly, and his voice was calm and slow: "Revered Master, for the heavenly demon ranking challenge in five days, there is something I need your help with."
Hearing this, Luo Li’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if waiting for him to continue.
"For the first few rounds, I hope Revered Master can help me find some weaker opponents. Also, do not let me face that Lin Fan just yet." Xiao Ming was bold despite being in the wrong, offering no explanation as if it were all a matter of course.
Listening to his commanding tone, Luo Li clenched her teeth: 'This Wicked Disciple! How dare he use such an ordering tone to make this seat manipulate the competition draw? Such behavior is... simply shameless to the extreme!'
Her instinct was to refuse and scold him, to tell him to get lost. But when the words reached her lips, she couldn't say them. Uncontrollably, her mind filled with the memory of this Wicked Disciple’s dominance just now and his smug satisfaction afterward, and she began to ponder.
"For the Wicked Disciple to make such a request, could it be that he's worried his strength is insufficient and doesn't want to lose face in public, so he wants to secure a good ranking first?" A thought quietly sprouted, "Although he is domineering, in the end... he is still mindful of my face, afraid that I would be mocked by other Peak Revered Masters if his rank is too low?"
Once this thought arose, the irritation in her heart strangely dissipated by half, replaced by a subtle sense of... comfort? There was even a tiny hint of secret joy.
"Hmph!" Ultimately, a thousand words turned into a soft snort with a heavy nasal tone. She slowly turned her body, burying her still-burning cheeks deep into the bedding, and scolded muffledly: "...Get lost!"
Hearing the dainty shout from behind him, Xiao Ming smiled slightly. He understood that the woman had likely agreed. With a flash of his figure, he transformed into a stream of light and vanished outside the hall, heading straight for the Sect's restricted area, the Modian Pavilion.
The Modian Pavilion was located in a secluded valley on one side of the Sect's back mountain. It was built entirely of unknown black giant stones, with walls covered in complex ancient demonic runes that emitted a desolate and barbaric pressure. At the entrance, the eye sockets of two Three-headed Heavenly Demon Statues flickered with ghostly green flames. As soon as Xiao Ming approached, the heavy giant doors slowly opened without a sound, revealing a deep passage inside. Clearly, his Vice Sect Master Revered Master had already made arrangements.
Stepping into the pavilion, the space was far more vast than it appeared from the outside, seemingly employing some highly advanced spatial Formation. The light was dim, with only the ghostly glowing crystals embedded in the walls providing faint illumination. The air was filled with a strange, ancient scent. From deeper within, heart-palpitating roars and illusory whispers could be heard, as if ancient demonic Souls were imprisoned there. On rows of black stone bookshelves were countless glowing Jade Slips, bone pieces carved with runes, and scrolls made of unknown animal hides. There were even some fragmented Soul thoughts sealed in transparent crystals, still struggling and roaring!
The higher one went, the fewer the bookshelves, but the Aura emitted by each carrier became increasingly terrifying and eerie. If an ordinary Disciple were to come here, forget observing Cultivation Techniques, even resisting this mental interference and pressure would be extremely difficult.
Xiao Ming proceeded without hindrance, heading straight up the spiral stone stairs to the top floor. At the end of the stairs was a dark light screen rippling like water, with demonic runes flowing over it, emitting a powerful force of Restriction.
He stepped forward and reached out his hand, slowly approaching. The light screen fluctuated and sucked him inside.
The space on the top floor wasn't large; it looked more like an ancient altar. In the center, nine demonic orbs of different colors floated, pulsating slowly as if they were alive. Each one represented a supreme core Cultivation Technique of the Heavenly Demon Sect! Around them, the Void Realm was distorted, and terrifying phenomena like complex demonic runes, soaring blood Qi, and the wailing of ten thousand Souls faintly emerged.
"Magic Light Escape, Heavenly Demon Phantom, Demon Heart Stir, Blood Sea Pagoda Scripture, Great Nirvana Soul Palm..." Xiao Ming scanned them one by one. Through his senses, he could clearly perceive the terrifying power and profound Aura contained within each Cultivation Technique.
For an ordinary person, even one with extraordinary talent, it would be the limit to barely imprint one and comprehend a single Cultivation Technique in three days. To try and Revered Master them all would be nothing but a pipe dream.
But how could he, Xiao Ming, be an ordinary person?
With a thought, he immediately opened the System mall.
Before coming, he had already found some things that could help his comprehension. Knowing that time was short, he needed to Revered Master as many Cultivation Techniques as possible in a very short period.
"System, exchange for an [Epiphany Talisman] (One-time use),"
[Exchange successful. Villain Points consumed: 7,000!]
Once this so-called Epiphany Talisman was activated, it would last for four days. During this period, he would enter a state of "Epiphany," his thinking speed would increase ten thousand-fold, and he would have the effect of "photographic memory," allowing him to quickly analyze, comprehend, and memorize all Cultivation Techniques, Divine Abilities, and secret arts.
Xiao Ming watched as the Villain Points he had painstakingly accumulated bottomed out. He sighed, slowly adjusted his state of mind, and immediately took out the Epiphany Talisman to use it.
Buzz—!
He felt as if his Soul had left his body and been pulled infinitely high, his perception becoming sharper than ever before. The nine demonic orbs representing supreme techniques were no longer mysterious or obscure in his "eyes." The countless Profound Truths, casting secrets, and Qi circulation paths within them were presented clearly before him, like silk being unraveled from a cocoon!
His Divine Sense transformed into countless tentacles, simultaneously probing into the nine demonic orbs!
The extreme speed secrets of Magic Light Escape, the murderous dominance of the Blood Sea Pagoda Scripture, the Soul-extinguishing power of the Great Nirvana Soul Palm, the transformation between reality and illusion of the Heavenly Demon Phantom... countless profound and obscure Profound Truths of the techniques surged into his Sea of Consciousness like a tide, being rapidly integrated, dismantled, and mastered by him in his state of Epiphany!
Time seemed to lose its meaning on the top floor. The Devilish Qi around Xiao Ming’s body circulated on its own, sometimes turning into a black hole that swallowed everything, sometimes erupting with towering blood light, sometimes his figure blurring into several afterimages, and sometimes striking with palm prints that seemed capable of annihilating the Soul...