A Mortal's Journey: Starting as the Young Master of Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 78 The Lan Clan's Twin Demons

This woman is none other than Lan Qiong, one of the infamous "Lan Clan Twin Demons" of the Chaotic Star Sea.

He was also the murderer who slaughtered Lady Wen's family back then, and was a demonic cultivator at the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage hundreds of years ago.

Having already endured a fierce battle, and then been relentlessly pursued by this woman for a long time, he fought his way back.

If it weren't for the ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk obtained from the Void Heaven Palace, his magical power would have been exhausted long ago.

Even so, the pink streak of light behind her was like a persistent leech, getting closer and closer. Madam Wen knew that this battle was unavoidable.

She abruptly stopped her escape, turned around and stood on the sea surface. She took out a jade bottle, opened the cap, and carefully poured out a few drops of crystal-clear, viscous liquid, which she then put into her mouth.

Her long hair moved without wind, and the phoenix sword in her hand hummed and trembled.

"roar!"

A deep dragon's roar sounded from beside her. A small crimson dragon, about ten feet long, coiled out, raised its head and roared. Its scales shimmered with dark gold patterns, its eyes were like torches, and its body was surrounded by crimson flames.

Seeing Madam Wen stop, the petite woman immediately withdrew her escape light, hovering in mid-air. She covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes full of amusement: "Sister Yue, are you holding a sword to fight your older sister?"

She moved with light steps, her pink sleeves fluttering slightly, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. Fellow Daoist Wen specifically instructed me to bring you back intact. However, you, the Crimson Serpent Flood Dragon, will be my compensation."

After saying this, the woman gave a charming smile, her hair swaying wildly, as if Madam Wen's Nascent Soul cultivation posed no threat to her and that she already regarded her spirit beast as a trophy.

Madam Wen looked at her with icy eyes and a frosty expression: "Lan Qiong, you slaughtered my Baibi Mountain clan back then, today you will go down and join them!" Her voice was low and her words were like blades.

"Oh dear~" Lan Qiong covered her mouth and chuckled, her waist swaying slightly, her pink sleeves fluttering. "Little sister still remembers the past? It seems you won't obediently come back with me. Well then, today I'll let you taste the 'Yin Nu Sha Yang Jue' again!"

Madam Wen moved even faster, her sword unleashing a black sword rainbow over ten feet long, tearing through the void, and in the blink of an eye, the sword reached the woman.

Seeing that the sword rainbow had arrived, Lan Qiong did not panic. She flipped her right hand, and a dark green bone shield appeared in front of her.

With a clang, the sword rainbow struck the bone shield, but failed to leave the slightest mark.

Lan Qiong's figure suddenly appeared not far from Madam Wen, as if by teleportation.

With a flick of her sleeves, wisps of pink mist flew out, their fragrance so enticing that it stirred the heart and made it hard to resist.

"snort!"

Madam Wen let out a cold snort, activated the Phoenix Sword Technique, and a barrier of flames rose around her, blocking the pink mist outside.

"Little sister, you're really naughty." Lan Qiong's smile didn't fade, but a sinister glint flashed in her eyes. "Just like your ungrateful father, no wonder Fellow Daoist Wen wanted to kill him. What a pity, I wanted to play with your father a little longer, but I was instantly burned to ashes by my brother's demonic flames~"

Upon hearing this, Madam Wen's anger seemed to materialize.

"The phoenix cries out in the nine heavens!"

A crimson-gold sword rainbow tore through the pink mist, transforming into a fire phoenix several meters in size. Its wings spread wide, its feathers like blades, and its body was wreathed in crimson-gold flames. The flames burned the sky, and wherever it passed, the seawater evaporated, turning into billowing white mist.

The fire phoenix raised its head and cried out, its voice resounding for dozens of miles, and with the force of burning the sky and boiling the sea, it rushed straight towards Lan Qiong.

A hint of seriousness finally flashed in the woman's eyes, but her smile remained undiminished: "What a fine Phoenix Sword Technique! Too bad... no matter how fierce the fire, it's still just a little bird!"

As she spoke, she swiftly formed hand seals, and the pink mist around her suddenly turned pitch black and surged violently, condensing into three illusory figures of disheveled female ghosts, which circled around her in an array.

Each phantom spewed out black silk, which continuously intertwined to form a giant net, heading towards the fire phoenix.

"Boom!"

The fire phoenix crashed into the giant net woven from black silk, unable to break through. The raging flames and the yin energy on it intertwined fiercely, bursting out with a piercing shriek.

The once unstoppable fire phoenix was now being weakened layer by layer by the black net, and its speed was greatly reduced.

Lady Wen, her face pale, gritted her teeth and swung her Phoenix Sword. A crimson-gold sword rainbow shot from the tip and merged into the fire phoenix: "Break!"

The fire phoenix raised its head and roared, then suddenly exploded!

"boom!!!"

A wave of golden-red fire swept over a hundred feet, and Lan Qiong was forced back dozens of steps, her sleeves charred black and her hair slightly disheveled.

She raised her hand to wipe away a trace of blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes flashing with anger: "Fine, Yue Qingyi! You've forced me to get serious. Then let me show you just how big the difference is between the early and middle stages of the Nascent Soul realm!"

With a flick of her jade-like finger, an ancient bronze bell flew out from her sleeve and hung three feet above her head.

The bell is greenish-blue, covered with twisted runes, and faint sounds of a woman sobbing can be heard, sending chills down one's spine.

"bite……"

With a sharp sound, Madam Wen felt a sharp pain in her head, as if a thousand needles were piercing it, and her mind was on the verge of collapse.

She bit her tongue, forcing herself to clear her mind.

A smug glint flashed in Lan Qiong's eyes. In a flash, she was already beside Madam Wen. Her five fingers were like hooks, and her nails grew three inches long, gleaming with a ghostly green poisonous light: "Little sister, obediently come with me to see Fellow Daoist Wen. He misses you terribly~"

But at that moment, a cold glint flashed in Madam Wen's eyes!

A golden phoenix hairpin shot out from her hair.

"go!"

The phoenix hairpin transformed into a streak of crimson light, grazing Lan Qiong's cheek.

"laugh!"

Blood splattered, and a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain cut diagonally from Lan Qiong's brow bone to her jaw.

Lan Qiong stopped abruptly, slowly reaching out to touch her cheek, her fingertips stained with blood.

She stared blankly at the bloodstains on her palm, her eyes first filled with disbelief, then blazing with fury.

"You...you dare...disfigure me?!" Her voice trembled, almost maniacal. "You wretch, how dare you...I've changed my mind. I'm going to first scratch your face until it's ulcerated with my fingernails, then extract your nascent soul and refine it every day!"

Lan Qiong went completely berserk, holding nothing back. She slammed her hands down on the sea, and the black mist around her transformed into a raging demonic flame, turning the entire sea area black. Then, her fingernails, glowing with poison, viciously clawed at Madam Wen!

Lady Wen parried with her sword, and with a loud clang, the sword trembled violently, and her hand split open.

Taking the opportunity, Lan Qiong slapped him on the shoulder again.

"puff!"

Madam Wen spat out a mouthful of blood, her body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a reef and shattering half of her body instantly turning black, clearly indicating that the insidious poison had entered her body.

The little red-striped dragon roared and pounced, its tail sweeping out crimson flames that blocked Lan Qiong's attack.

"You pesky beast!"

"Yin Sha Devours Yang!" Lan Qiong shouted, clasping her hands together. Demonic flames condensed into a giant palm, and a bloody mouth split open in the palm, biting down on the tail of the Crimson Serpent.

"Sizzle!"

The demonic flames surged, and a mournful dragon's roar echoed across the sea and sky.

The crimson-striped dragon's tail, nearly half a zhang long, was torn off! Blood gushed forth, staining the sea red. The little red-striped dragon cried out in agony as it fell into the sea, its fate unknown.

Madam Wen's eyes widened in fury: "Little Chi!"

Madam Wen struggled to get up, but Lan Qiong stepped on her chest and crushed her into the rocks.

"You slut, die!" Lan Qiong leaned down, her nails pressing against her throat, her eyes filled with mad pleasure.

Just as she was about to unleash her power.

"Buzz!"

A flash of bronze light appeared, and an ancient bronze shield blocked Lan Qiong's demonic claws.

Madam Wen vanished without a trace in an instant!

The next instant, dozens of feet away in mid-air, Madam Wen was steadily supported by a pair of strong hands.