King of Assassins

Chapter 1245: Chapter 754: Returning to the Essence_3

All the Demon Emperors neighboring the Nine-Colored Demon Emperor sensed the commotion.

They all turned their eyes toward the direction of Luding Palace and saw the smoke billowing into the sky and the endlessly rippling waves of destructive Primordial Qi.

The many Demon Emperors were all greatly shocked; the Primordial Qi of Luding Mountain was completely out of control. This meant the Nine-Colored Deer Emperor had already been killed.

Hundreds of years ago, there had once been a fierce fluctuation of Primordial Qi, but the disturbance back then was far less impressive than this one.

All the Demon Emperors felt uneasy. What was going on in the Southern Barbarian Wilderness? Was Xiong Wuji causing trouble? Or had some powerhouse from the Central Province come over to subdue demons and slay devils?

At this moment, Yuan Xiang was already riding an auspicious cloud, taking Jin Xiang and the Seven-Colored Deer Demon as they flew out of Luding Mountain.

The reason Yuan Xiang brought the Seven-Colored Deer Demon along was honestly because Jin Xiang was far too boring, whereas the Seven-Colored Deer Demon was at least smart enough to talk to.

Besides, the Buddhist Sect is merciful—how could they casually start a slaughter? The Seven-Colored Deer Demon had helped them; they couldn’t just kill her like that.

With a bit of taming, using a Deer Demon as a mount was actually pretty good.

In Yuan Xiang’s heart, he had already arranged a nice iron-rice-bowl job for the Seven-Colored Deer Demon. Looking at her again, the more he looked, the more satisfied he felt, and an amiable smile unconsciously appeared on his old face.

"What’s this old guy planning to do? Don’t tell me he wants to do that kind of thing..."

The Seven-Colored Deer Demon was so unnerved by his smile that her back door kept clenching in fear. But having just seen the Nine-Colored Deer Emperor get smashed to death by a single punch from Jin Xiang, how would she dare resist?

She could only comfort herself in her heart: so what if she was going to be ridden, it wasn’t a big deal. As long as the old monk didn’t try any weird tricks, it would be fine. But old men are all no good; they definitely love all sorts of weird tricks. Sigh, what a bitter life...

Though Yuan Xiang was wise and perceptive, even he couldn’t guess what the Seven-Colored Deer Demon was thinking. Seeing her trembling, he gently consoled her, "You don’t need to be afraid. This poor monk is a Buddhist Disciple and will never slaughter the innocent at will..."

The Seven-Colored Deer Demon wanted to force a smile at Yuan Xiang, but when she remembered how he had been smiling just like this while chatting with the Nine-Colored Deer Emperor earlier, she simply couldn’t smile.

"Don’t be afraid. Follow this poor monk, and I will see that you are enlightened and taught proper manners..."

The Seven-Colored Deer Demon trembled as she said, "Thank you, Master... With Master here, I won’t be scared anymore..."

As she spoke, tears flowed from her eyes uncontrollably.

Yuan Xiang said softly, "Good child, just relax. It’s all right."

Hearing Yuan Xiang say this, the Seven-Colored Deer Demon lowered her head and asked in a tiny voice, "Master, I... I want to pee..."

The smile on Yuan Xiang’s face froze. In that moment, he truly wanted to slap this stupid demon to death...

With the Wuji Order guiding them, Yuan Xiang and the others quickly arrived at Wuji Palace.

This "quickly" still took several months in reality. Long-distance flight was extremely boring, and Yuan Xiang couldn’t precisely lock onto their destination, so he could only fly over slowly.

During that time, they inevitably had to rest and adjust, and they also asked a few Demon Emperors for information along the way. Traveling like this, Jin Xiang had already punched three Demon Emperors to death.

Though Yuan Xiang hadn’t had time to collect Spiritual Qi, he had obtained plenty of good stuff from those Demon Emperors.

The Southern Barbarian Wilderness was rich in Spiritual Qi and abundant in resources. Most Demon Emperors didn’t know Artifact Refining or Alchemy, so all kinds of Spiritual Objects were piled up like mountains.

Each time they made a move, Yuan Xiang reaped major gains. This also greatly changed his view of the Southern Barbarian Wilderness. He even no longer wanted to leave.

He had never been to the Southern Barbarian Wilderness before and had always looked down on this place. Only now did he realize this was a treasure land.

Yuan Xiang was already considering establishing a Lower Institute of the Ten Sufferings Sect in the Southern Barbarian Wilderness, broadly recruiting disciples and greatly expanding the Ten Sufferings Sect.

For now, the only obstacle was Xiong Wuji. It was said this man was a heroic figure with grand ambitions to unify the Southern Barbarian Wilderness.

A powerhouse like that would absolutely not tolerate the Ten Sufferings Sect entering the Southern Barbarian Wilderness to spread the dao.

Only after his junior brother killed Xiong Wuji could these plans truly be implemented.

On this point, Yuan Xiang was fully confident. Jin Xiang’s Vajra Divine Power was incomparably solid and domineering, specially restraining these Demon Emperors who relied on the Majestic Power of Heaven and Earth.

If it were Earth Immortals from the Central Province, they had all sorts of exquisite means of controlling Power and wouldn’t be easily broken by the Vajra Divine Power.

The Demon Emperors’ methods of controlling Power were far too crude. Once they encountered an equally matched, overwhelmingly strong force, they immediately showed signs of defeat.

No matter how strong Xiong Wuji was, he still wouldn’t be a match for Junior Brother!

Yuan Xiang had absolute confidence in this. However, when Yuan Xiang arrived at Wuji Palace with Jin Xiang and the Seven-Colored Deer Demon, he immediately felt that something was off.

Although Wuji Palace had many Demon Kings and Great Demons, the level of Spiritual Qi there was not high.

Looking at the state of the earth veins, the Spiritual Qi had already been drawn out for who knows how many years.

It was obvious that Xiong Wuji had drained all the Spiritual Qi from this place.

But then, where was Xiong Wuji?

After Yuan Xiang and the others barged into Wuji Palace and killed dozens of Demon Kings, they finally figured out the situation: Xiong Wuji had been missing for hundreds of years.

Demon Emperors had long lifespans; going into seclusion for hundreds of thousands of years wasn’t strange at all. However, after Xiong Wuji left this time, there had been no news from him whatsoever.

Even Xiong Wuji’s most trusted subordinates didn’t know where he had gone. Although many of them were somewhat concerned, they hadn’t taken it too seriously.

The Southern Barbarian Wilderness was vast, but who could possibly threaten Xiong Wuji?

It wasn’t until Yuan Xiang came knocking, nearly razed Wuji Palace to the ground, and Xiong Wuji still didn’t appear that these demons finally woke up to the fact that something might have really happened.

Yuan Xiang was even more slow on the uptake. Once he finally understood the situation, his doubts only grew deeper.

Xiong Wuji was reputed to be the Number One Demon Emperor; even if that was an exaggeration, he shouldn’t have just vanished into thin air like this.

The troublesome part was that the Southern Barbarian Wilderness was split up among many Demon Emperors, with no communication between them. Even if someone knew something about Xiong Wuji, it wouldn’t be easy for Yuan Xiang to hear of it anytime soon.

Realizing that the Southern Barbarian Wilderness had great potential, Yuan Xiang was in no hurry to leave and was quite content to stay here.