90: Chapter 90: Forced Submission Scroll Brainwashing, Thousand-Year-Old Demon Becomes My Exclusive Henchman
"Ant, prepare to die!"
The hoarse, grating roar of the Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan exploded over Jingcheng University.
A withered, ghostly hand swung down violently.
That black sphere of light, condensing energy capable of destroying the heavens and extinguishing the earth, carried a terrifying, suffocating pressure as it plummeted like a falling black meteor, hurtling straight toward Qin Yuan on the ground!
"Young Master, get out of the way!"
Tan Lang's eyes were split with rage as he desperately lunged forward, intent on pushing Qin Yuan out of harm's way.
Shangguan Waner and Gu Qianqian were so terrified that their faces drained of color; their minds went blank, and they could only despairingly close their eyes.
Faced with this power capable of leveling everything within a hundred-meter radius, any human resistance seemed pale and laughable.
"Disciple! Kill him! Avenge your master!"
Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan, lying at the bottom of the pit with only one breath left, watched this scene with a face twisted in excitement.
He seemed to have already envisioned the miserable fate of Qin Yuan being blasted into a bloody mist, his soul extinguished.
However, facing this terrifying attack that was inches away and capable of killing him instantly, Qin Yuan stood where he was, not even blinking an eyelid.
His hands remained tucked in the pockets of his trench coat, while the cruel sneer at the corner of his mouth grew increasingly pronounced.
"System," Qin Yuan commanded coldly in his mind, his tone brooking no doubt.
"Deduct 300,000 Favor Points."
"Exchange for the [Forced Targeted Submission Scroll]."
"Target: That old monster playing god in the sky!"
[Ding! Instruction received!]
[300,000 Favor Points deducted... Exchange successful!]
[The highest-level Causality Law weapon—[Forced Targeted Submission Scroll] has been activated!]
[Locking onto target... Target locked!]
[Implanting Thought Seal...]
As the system's cold, mechanical voice faded, time seemed to freeze in that instant.
"Hum—!"
A golden beam of light, extremely brilliant and brighter than the sun, descended straight down from the nine heavens without any warning!
This beam of light carried the aura of a supreme law that did not belong to this plane and stood above all other rules.
It ignored the distance of space and the impenetrable barrier of ghostly energy surrounding the old demon.
Even the black energy sphere that was about to smash onto Qin Yuan's head instantly dissolved into nothingness before this golden light, like snow melting away!
"What... what is this?!"
In mid-air, the expression on the face of the Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan, who had been grinning hideously, instantly froze, his pupils shrinking to the size of needle points.
He felt a tremor and fear rising from the depths of his soul!
He desperately tried to urge his magic power to escape the lock of this golden light, but it was all in vain.
The golden beam of light, with an unstoppable force, pierced directly through his crown and struck fiercely into the depths of his soul!
"Ahhhhh—!!!"
The Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan let out a scream of extreme agony, his withered hands clutching his head tightly.
He rolled and struggled in pain in mid-air, his ghostly aura churning violently like boiling water.
"No... get out... get out of my soul!"
"I am a thousand-year-old demon... I will never submit to a mortal... Ah!!!"
However, the system's [Thought Seal] was an absolute Causality Law weapon.
Let alone a thousand-year-old demon, even a True Immortal from the nine heavens, once locked on, would have absolutely no possibility of resisting!
Less than three seconds passed.
The Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan's heart-wrenching screams came to an abrupt halt.
He stopped struggling.
The eyes that had originally been burning with malevolent green fire now had that fire completely extinguished.
Replacing it was a look of emptiness and numbness, yet one that also carried extreme fervor and absolute obedience.
The system's notification sound rang in Qin Yuan's mind right on time.
[Ding! Thought Seal implantation complete!]
[The target has completely submitted. From this moment on, the host, Qin Yuan, is the only supreme master in the depths of his soul!]
Brainwashing, completed in an instant!
Qin Yuan patted the dust off his hands with satisfaction and looked up at the old demon in mid-air.
At the bottom of the pit at this moment, Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan, who had only half a breath left, had completely failed to understand what had just happened.
He had only seen a flash of golden light, his disciple's attack disappear inexplicably, and then his disciple rolling in pain in the sky.
"Disciple? What happened to you?!"
Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan shouted anxiously, lying on the scorched bottom of the pit.
"Forget about that brat! Come down and save your master! Take your master's primordial spirit away!"
Hearing Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan's cries, the Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan, who was hovering in mid-air, slowly lowered his head.
He looked at his master, who lay at the bottom of the pit like a piece of charcoal.
There was no longer any of the respect for his master, anxiety, or anger in his eyes.
There was only a cold indifference, as if he were looking at a pile of worthless trash.
"Disciple? Why are you still standing there?!"
Seeing the strange look in the Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan's eyes, Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan suddenly felt an extremely ominous premonition rise in his heart.
"Hurry up and kill that mortal!"
However, in the next second, the Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan moved.
He did not attack Qin Yuan as Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan had expected.
Instead, he transformed into a bolt of black lightning and dove straight down from mid-air!
"Bang!"
With a dull, thunderous sound, the Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan's withered, ghostly hand struck, mercilessly slapping Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan across the face!
This time, he even used thirty percent of his magic power!
"Pfft—!"
How could Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan's already broken body withstand a blow from the Thousand-Year-Old Demon?
He spat out a massive mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and his entire body was slammed into the harder soil at the bottom of the pit, creating a human-shaped crater.
"You... are you crazy?!"
Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan widened his eyes, staring fixedly at his disciple, his face full of disbelief.
"I am your master! How dare you hit me?!"
"Presumptuous!"
The Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan roared, his voice hoarse and grating.
"What kind of thing are you to dare to shout at the Master?!"
"Master?!"
Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan was struck as if by lightning, his mind going blank.
"What master? I am your master, Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan!"
"Shut up! You old piece of trash!"
The Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan showed no mercy; he lifted his foot, the one wearing a tattered cloth shoe, and stomped fiercely onto Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan's charred face!
He pressed down hard, grinding back and forth!
It was as if he were stepping on a disgusting, stinking bug.
"Trash like you who drags the Master down doesn't deserve to live in this world!"
With his facial bones shattered from being stomped on, Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan let out a painful whimper.
He finally understood what that golden light had been.
His disciple, the thousand-year-old demon in whom he had placed such high hopes, had actually been brainwashed and turned by that mortal!
"No... this is impossible..."
Immortal Venerable Chen Beixuan closed his eyes in despair.
The immortal cultivation techniques he was so proud of, the peerless demon he had left behind from his past life—all of them had become a joke in the face of Qin Yuan's completely unreasonable methods!
Stepping on the face of his former master, the Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan turned around.
In the eyes of the gathered Shadow Guards, Gu Qianqian, and the others, who were filled with sheer terror, this thousand-year-old demon—who had just been fierce and vicious, threatening to destroy everything—actually, with extreme humility and extreme respect, knelt down and prostrated himself before Qin Yuan, who was standing at the edge of the pit!
His forehead pressed tightly against the ground, his attitude pious to the extreme.
"Your old servant, Lin Qingxuan, has arrived late to save you, causing the Master to be alarmed."
"Please, Master, punish me!"