95: Chapter 95 The Tragic Young Master's Nobleman 17

In the Demon Realm, deep within a certain secret, dark, and gloomy underground location filled with Yin Qi, eerie light flickered on the surrounding rock walls. The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, creating a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.

The Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner was currently hiding here, his face as pale as paper, with blood continuously spilling from his mouth.

The countless wounds covering his body looked as if they had been torn open by demons. Blood flowed slowly down his frame, pooling on the ground and appearing all the more wretched in this grim environment.

His extremely withered aura merged with the darkness of his surroundings, signaling that he had reached the end of his rope.

His trusted subordinates had long since been wiped out in the previous fierce battle.

The Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner had exhausted all his strength to escape from the Human Realm back to the Demon Realm, but he was already severely wounded and on the verge of death.

Yet, shortly after crossing the barrier, his tracks were discovered. Xuan Yu and Zi Ling soon followed, leading a multitude of the Demon Race in a relentless pursuit.

At this critical juncture of life and death, had it not been for his many life-saving measures and his loyal subordinates who protected him with their lives, he likely would have already perished at the hands of Xuan Yu and Zi Ling.

Thinking of this, the Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner was filled with resentment and unwillingness. His eyes blazed with fury as he gritted his teeth and said:

"Damnable! I, the Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner, have dominated for a lifetime, only to end up in such a state! Mo Yun, you brat, since you have cut off my path to survival, I will drag you down with me even if I have to die!"

His shrill voice echoed through the silent, deep underground, as if it were a final act of defiance against his fate.

The Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner took a token from his storage ring, his eyes filled with complex emotions and sorrow.

The token was engraved with strange and complex patterns that seemed to hold endless allure, and it was surrounded by thick, pure Devilish Qi; it was clearly no ordinary object.

In the darkness, the patterns on the token flickered with an eerie light, as if whispering of its mystery and power.

The Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner's lips moved slightly, and an obscure incantation quietly resonated through the silent, deep underground.

The token began to tremble slightly, and the patterns upon it seemed to come alive, crisscrossing and flowing. It not only emitted intense Devilish Qi but also faintly exuded the scent of blood.

Subsequently, a tall, faceless phantom slowly emerged from the token.

"Junior, you have awakened this remnant of my consciousness. Have you finally figured it out and are now willing to serve my Lord with your body?"

Although the phantom's voice was not loud, it was filled with extreme adoration for the master he spoke of, as if serving his Lord with one's body were only natural—a supreme honor.

"Senior, I am willing to help your Lord escape, and I am willing to serve with my body. However, I have one request: I hope your Lord can help me kill that brat, Mo Yun."

The Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner looked at the phantom with firm, resolute eyes, thinking to himself that as long as he could kill Mo Yun, he would not hesitate to pay any price.

"It is merely killing one person; my Lord will naturally be willing to assist. If you are uneasy, you may enter into a Heavenly Dao contract with my Lord at that time."

The phantom's tone remained casual and unflappable.

"With those words from you, Senior, I am relieved. However, I am currently being pursued and cannot get away."

The Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner wore a bitter expression, his heart filled with helplessness and desolation. He never imagined that one day he would have to deliver himself to another for Possession.

"This is simple; my remnant consciousness still retains the formation engraved by my Lord back then. You only need to open your mind and let me brand my Lord's mark deep within your Soul. I can then directly teleport you into the depths of the Forbidden Ground, to the Seal, to meet my Lord."

A bitter smile appeared on the Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner's face, but his eyes were filled with resolve. He knew he had no strength left to escape; any further resentment or unwillingness would be in vain.

"Senior, proceed."

The Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner said slowly. As his words fell, he completely opened his mind.

Seeing this, the phantom did not stand on ceremony and immediately branded the mark.

Afterward, the phantom was surrounded by a gloomy, evil black light. Before long, this black light also enveloped the Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner.

Immediately after, the Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner vanished into thin air within the secret, deep underground, as if he had never existed.

In the grim and dark Demon Palace, Xuan Yu and Zi Ling knelt below, trembling slightly with fear.

Their mission had failed this time; not only had they been unable to capture the already severely wounded Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner, but they had also lost all trace of him. They were filled with anxiety, unsure of the severe punishment they would face.

"Are you saying that the old demon just vanished into thin air from within the heavy encirclement you had set up?"

The voice was as calm as still water, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Yes, Venerable. The old demon's final hiding place was deep underground. When Zi Ling and I arrived, there were large patches of blood left on the ground, along with faint fluctuations from a formation. The air held traces of extremely dense and pure Devilish Qi, the purity of which was on par with the Demon Venerable's heavenly demon sword."

Xuan Yu's eyes were filled with reverence, with a hint of underlying panic, as he replied quickly.

Beside him, Zi Ling also wore a look of trepidation and hurriedly explained.

"Venerable, such pure Devilish Qi is not something an ordinary member of the Demon Race could possess. I suspect there may be an unknown, powerful Demon Race Cultivator hidden within the Demon Realm, and it must be this person who helped the old demon escape."

Upon hearing their words, Mo Yun tapped his fingers lightly against the armrest and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and his expression became strangely aberrant. Not only was there no trace of anger, but his eyes actually held a hint of amusement.

"I am aware of this matter. You need not concern yourselves with it any further; withdraw all your personnel. For the coming period, regardless of what happens—whether the Demon Realm changes masters or I die—your strength is limited, so do not interfere. Just protect your own lives and relay the events occurring in the Demon Realm to the major Sects."

With that, Mo Yun waved his hand, sending two secret treasures before them.

"You have been loyal to me these past few years; take these two secret treasures for your self-preservation. They contain the power of one of my strikes and can conceal your presence within the Demon Realm, ensuring no member of the Demon Race will discover you."

Xuan Yu and Zi Ling were utterly bewildered; the Venerable's words left them completely confused.

The Venerable was already the undisputed number one in the Demon Realm; who could possibly harm him? Could it be the powerful Demon Race Cultivator who had rescued the Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner?

Yet, no matter how complex their thoughts were, they dared not question the Venerable's words in the slightest. That the Venerable had not punished them was already a blessing in disguise.

Now that they had also been bestowed such precious secret treasures, the two felt deeply grateful and significantly relieved.

"Thank you, Venerable, for the treasures. We will strictly follow your instructions."

Upon hearing their sincere thanks, Mo Yun's face remained expressionless. He nodded slightly and waved his hand, signaling them to withdraw.

The two bowed respectfully before slowly withdrawing.

The great hall fell into immediate silence, as if the very air had frozen.

Mo Yun sat casually on his high throne, legs crossed, his right hand resting on the armrest as he lightly propped up his chin. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile.

"It is truly like someone handing me a pillow just as I felt sleepy. I was just fretting over how to reasonably have an accident, and now the perfect candidate has appeared. Senior Brother and I are truly a match made in heaven."

He muttered to himself, his words filled with joy and anticipation, yet faintly tinged with a desperate madness.