584: Chapter 585 Dog man and woman!

However, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord still had some rationality and did not throw a tantrum on the spot.

Times had changed; he was now merely at the ninth layer of Qi Refining.

And he could sense that the cultivation of the woman in front of him was at the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment.

Thus, he forcefully suppressed the ferocity in his chest and began to flip through the memories belonging to "Qin Ming" in his mind.

That was right; here his name was not Qin Guan, but Qin Ming.

As to why Reincarnation arranged such a name for his identity, he had no way of knowing for the time being and simply regarded it as a predetermined arrangement of fate within Reincarnation.

As for who the woman before him was, he actually did know her.

According to his own memories, the predecessor of this body seemed to have an extremely complex relationship with this woman.

Qin Ming's grandfather once had a life-and-death friendship with the grandfather of the Su family's eldest Young Miss, Su Wanqing.

Back then, during an outbreak of a strange beast tide, Qin Ming's grandfather risked his life to save Su Wanqing's grandfather, but he himself suffered heavy injuries and his dao foundation was damaged.

To repay the life-saving grace, Su's grandfather set the engagement for an interfamily marriage, agreeing that Qin Ming would marry the Su family's eldest daughter after reaching adulthood.

However, the world was unpredictable; because Qin's grandfather was severely injured, it led to his demise and passing not long after.

Ever since then, the Qin family, having lost the presence of a Golden Core True Person to hold down the fort, began to go downhill.

By this generation, the Qin family had completely declined; not only were their family members dwindling, but they could not even produce a decent Cultivator within their clan.

Meanwhile, relying on the presence of that Golden Core Ancestor, the Su family consistently maintained the dignity of a second-rate clan.

One was a prestigious and wealthy household, while the other was a fallen and impoverished family; this engagement had become a thorn in the Su family's side.

Although Su's grandfather still insisted on this engagement, Su Wanqing herself never acknowledged this marriage.

Furthermore, everyone in the Su family had long regarded it as an insignificant past event.

What made the predecessor even harder to accept was that Su Wanqing had a childhood sweetheart lover.

The two of them were deeply in love, and the other person's background was not weak either; the people in charge of both families intended to match the two of them together, and had even started discussing matters of marriage.

However, the predecessor was unwilling to accept this, first going to the Su family to cause a massive scene and getting driven out.

As bad luck would have it, he then ran over to question Su Wanqing's childhood sweetheart, only to be beaten half to death, thrown onto the street like trash in the end, and then sent to this hospital by passersby.

Then Qin Ming's—meaning the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's—memories awakened at this moment.

Within just a few breaths, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord figured out all this Karma clearly.

He raised his head and looked again at the woman in front of him who was still endlessly nagging; within his gaze, there remained only the expression of looking at a dead person.

To him, this memory was actually not taken to heart.

To the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord, this was merely the memory of his predecessor before his past-life wisdom underwent Awakening.

But ever since his Awakening, all past Karma would be severed by him, and from then on he would solely focus on Cultivation.

He had to reach the peak of this realm within the shortest possible time, and then traverse through Reincarnation.

Women would only affect his Cultivation speed!

Yet never did he expect that instead of him going to find trouble with them, this woman was actually so ungrateful and dared to come question him.

She was truly courting death!

"Finished talking?"

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's voice was very calm, yet it made Su Wanqing inexplicably feel a chill.

Especially when making eye contact with him, she could feel that his gaze was incomparably indifferent, just like looking at a... dead person!

Su Wanqing couldn't help but be slightly stunned, evidently not anticipating that the other party would have this kind of reaction.

According to past experience, this good-for-nothing should be weeping bitterly and humbly begging.

Why did today's Qin Ming feel like a completely different person?

Just while Su Wanqing was in a daze, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord had already slowly gotten down from the bed.

Beneath the blue-and-white hospital gown, that body, tempered by Spiritual Qi for half a month, was no longer in its feeble state from when he was in a coma.

"Let the matter of the engagement end here; you and I will have no further entanglements. Now..."

He raised his eyes to look at Su Wanqing, reached out to point towards the doorway, his voice indifferent.

"Scram!"

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord actually really wanted to slap this woman to death.

With his ninth-layer Qi Refining cultivation, he had the confidence to counter-slay a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment with a hollow Foundation, but he did not act immediately.

After all, having just arrived, he was not yet familiar with the rules of this world, and acting rashly would only roast himself on a fire.

Moreover, let alone that this world also had a Nascent Soul True Monarch holding down the fort, that Golden Core Ancestor of the Su family was still alive.

If that old thing were drawn over, things would no longer be controllable.

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord hated most when things got out of his control.

As for saying: What a coward, let's fight the Golden Core together?

Heh, no matter how confident he was, it was impossible for him to use a Qi Refining body to counter-slay a Golden Core.

That wasn't a matter of Foundation; that was a matter of courting death.

Therefore, he was still enduring!

Yet Su Wanqing apparently had no idea at all that she was repeatedly jumping back and forth on the edge of death.

After being stunned for a split second, a trace of astonishment first surfaced on her face, which was immediately replaced by a more intense anger.

She pressed a step forward, her voice suddenly raising by three octaves, her expression turning somewhat ferocious.

"Qin Ming! How dare you speak to me in this tone."

"What kind of thing are you? Do you really think your Qin family is still that former Qin family? Look at how down and out it has become now, don't you have any idea in your heart?

Don't be shameless! Hurry up and apologize to me! Immediately! Right now!!"

Listening to this shrill voice like nails scratching across an iron plate, the last trace of patience in the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's eyes was also disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Truly noisy!"

Just as the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord was about to kill this noisy bitch before his eyes, a gentle and deep male voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Wanqing, why are you so angry? Your voice could be heard from across the corridor."

Before the words fell, a figure walked in from outside the door.

That was an extremely handsome young man with a slender build, wearing a deeply tailored dark suit.

His facial features were well-defined, and a wicked yet charming smile hung at the corner of his mouth, carrying a natural nobility and composure.

And the moment Su Wanqing saw him, the arrogance and domineering on her face melted completely like snow meeting the sun.

Replaced by a submissive, warm, and tender shyness.

She hurried forward to greet him, naturally hooking her arm around the other's, her voice instantly turning coquettish.

"Brother Xuanbi, why are you here?"

The young man called Xuanbi indulgently raised his hand to rub the top of her head, saying in a gentle tone.

"Hearing that you came to the hospital, I was worried something might happen to you, so I came over to take a look."

As he spoke, he nonchalantly raised his gaze, sweeping towards the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord by the bedside, the gentle smile at the corner of his mouth slightly retracting to reveal a look of disdain.

"What? This good-for-nothing made you angry again?"

Su Wanqing instantly put on a pitiful expression, as if she had suffered some grievance as big as the heavens.

She tugged on the young man's sleeve and shook it gently, her tone tinged with spoiled grievance.

"Brother Xuanbi, it's about that engagement. He insists on clinging to it and won't let go; no matter what I say he won't listen, and even told me to scram... simply, simply ungrateful!"

That's right, the person who came was none other than Chen Xuanbi, who was also Su Wanqing's childhood sweetheart.

This person originated from the top aristocratic family of South City, the "Southern Chen Clan", and his grandfather was a renowned "Spirit-Casting Great Grandmaster".

The Chen clan monopolized more than half of the standard spiritual sword trade in the South City region, and could also be considered a prominent noble family...

Hearing this, Chen Xuanbi only let out a soft "en", then let go of Su Wanqing's hand, took a step forward, and stood before the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord.

He was half a head taller than the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord. At this moment, lowering his eyes slightly, the smile at the corner of his mouth had already shifted from gentle to bare mockery.

"Qin Ming, I advise you to know what's good for you.

You know very well what is going on with that engagement; it was merely an offhand remark made on a whim by the older generation, do you really take it as some sort of imperial sword?

What kind of status does the Su family have, and what kind of trash is your Qin family, don't you have any idea in your heart?

Recognize yourself, don't humiliate yourself. Some things, if they aren't yours, will never be yours."

These words couldn't be more heart-piercing; they were simply bare humiliation.

"Heh..."

Yet in response, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord laughed. Indeed, when a person was extremely speechless, they would genuinely laugh.

He couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with this pair of despicable scum anymore; he had endured for a long time already.

Originally, he didn't want to make things blow up so big, but since the other party didn't know what's good for them, then don't blame him.

Thus, having no intention of talking nonsense with them at all, he directly made a move.

At this moment, he was only at the ninth layer of Qi Refining, and the Law of Reincarnation could not be utilized either.

But those Spell Foundations accumulated over tens of thousands of years were like instincts carved into his bones, requiring no thought whatsoever and coming to him effortlessly.

He pressed his fingers together like a sword and slashed across the Void Realm, and a solid wind blade shot toward the two of them at an extremely fast speed!

Although that wind blade was merely a Spell of the Qi Refining level, its degree of condensation and the trickiness of its angle meant that even a Foundation Establishment Cultivator would have to treat it with solemnity.

Chen Xuanbi evidently did not expect that the other party would violently attack without a word of agreement.

But after all, he and Su Wanqing were both Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and their reactions were extremely fast.

The two of them simultaneously raised a hand to block, and a layer of spiritual power barrier unfolded before them, shattering that wind blade into fragments all over the sky.

But after easily blocking this blow, Chen Xuanbi's complexion did not show any joy; instead, it sank instantly.

The initial trace of composure at the bottom of his eyes was finally replaced by shock and anger.

He hadn't expected that this good-for-nothing had somehow already entered the Dao through Qi Refining, and his cultivation had even stepped into the ninth layer of Qi Refining.

Most importantly, he actually dared to bare his teeth at him!

"Good, good, good, very good! You really refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish!"

Chen Xuanbi let out a cold snort and said no more.

Seeing the silver ring on his finger flash abruptly, a silver-white light flowed out from the ring's surface, condensing beside him into a sword with an extremely peculiar shape.

The sword was silver-white throughout, with smooth and sharp blade lines, yet it was not the shape of a traditional longsword.

A slender strip of spirit-patterned light was embedded along the sword's ridge, glowing faintly like some kind of precision instrument.

At the crossguard, a crystal stone shimmering with blue spiritual light was embedded. The temperament of the entire artifact was between a traditional Flying Sword and a precision creation, brimming with a chilling and sharp sense of technology.

Chen Xuanbi reached out to grasp the hilt, and the blade emitted a crisp hum.

He raised the sword diagonally, the mocking smile at the corner of his mouth reappearing, and a look of complacency even surfaced on his face.

"Country bumpkin, this 'Yinxiao' sword is a spiritual sword forged using the seventh-generation spirit-casting craft; it's priceless and unavailable on the market. Today, using it to behead you, you should feel honored."

Before his words finished, the sword light had already cleaved down at the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's head like a silver rainbow!

That sword momentum was extremely fierce, carrying the majestic spiritual power of a Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator's full-strength blow, enough to cut a building in half at the waist.

However, he was a master at using swords, condensing this blow to the extreme; not only did it not affect the surroundings, but the sword momentum became increasingly fierce, swearing to cut the person before him into two sections!

Yet in response to this, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord didn't even raise his eyelids.

Facing this astonishing sword strike, he simply formed a seal with one hand.

In an instant, a ball of archaic Qi circulated in his palm, which then spread outward like an invisible ripple, precisely shrouding the blade of the oncoming Yinxiao sword.

Then, the thing that left Chen Xuanbi dumbfounded happened.

Seeing the Yinxiao sword violently shake three feet away from the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord.

Immediately afterwards, as if grabbed by an invisible giant hand, no matter how he struggled, it could no longer advance even a fraction of an inch.

"How is this possible?!"

Chen Xuanbi cried out in alarm, his complexion changing drastically.

Subconsciously, he urged his mind, attempting to activate the Divine Sense brand left in the Yinxiao sword to recall that sword.

Yet at this moment, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord reached out and firmly grasped the hilt, then lightly wiped across the blade with his fingers together.

The next moment, an extremely pure strand of spiritual power flowed across his fingertips.

Like boiling molten iron poured onto thin ice, in a split second it burned the resident Divine Sense brand inside completely clean!

"Puff!!"

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out from Chen Xuanbi, his complexion instantly turning as pale as paper.

That brand was connected to his mind, and the backlash force of being forcibly erased pierced through his Sea of Consciousness like knife twists.

Causing him to stagger back two steps involuntarily, the light of terror and dread churning within his pupils.

"You... you mere Qi Refining, how is this possible?!"

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord ignored him.

That move just now was called the "Five Elements Meta-Magnetic Divine Light".

This Divine Ability used the mutual generation of the Five Elements as its base, instantly urging out an Acquired meta-magnetic field, specialized in disrupting spiritual metals and stripping away Magical Artifacts.

It could be said to be the simplest application of the Dao of the Five Elements.

However, all this was naturally somewhat beyond the syllabus for a Qi Refining Cultivator, but he had no intention of explaining at all.

Soul-Devouring simply flipped his wrist, pointing the sword tip distantly at the two of them, Chen Xuanbi and Su Wanqing.

He was not a Sword Cultivator, but his essence was after all a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

From such a lofty vantage point, wielding an artifact was simply as easy as turning his hand.

Seeing his wrist vibrate, that silver-white spiritual sword in his palm suddenly emitted an exceptionally resonant sword hum!

At that instant, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord seemed to merge into one with the sword; man was the sword, and the sword was man.

An aura of ultimate sharpness burst forth from his entire body, and Sword Intent abruptly awakened.

"Slash!"

In a flash, the Yinxiao sword in his hand suddenly split into thousands of silver-white sword shadows, shooting overwhelmingly toward the two of them like a meteor shower!

Every single sword shadow carried the resolute determination of a sure kill, the sword sound as sharp as thunder.

Bursting open within the cramped hospital room, shaking the walls to crack and the light tubes to shatter!

That sword strike was fast and vicious, precisely locking onto the throats and hearts of the two, evidently intending to chop this pair of despicable scum into minced meat with a single sword!