The Demon with Holy Radiance

Chapter 441: Chapter 287: Has It Started? It’s Already Over

Wen Yin answered calmly, but couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. She sensed Zhou Quan leaving quickly, as if he didn’t want to stay a moment longer.

’Senior Brother... when will you ever come back?’

"Long time no see, Junior Sister."

A voice suddenly reached Wen Yin’s ears. Hearing the familiar voice, Wen Yin froze.

Unable to see who had arrived, she didn’t turn her head. Instead, she ’looked’ with her perception.

Somehow, a figure had appeared behind her.

Even though the figure wore a mask that hid his face, Wen Yin recognized him instantly.

’Senior Brother!’

A smile bloomed on Wen Yin’s face. A moment ago, she was wondering when her Senior Brother would return; she never expected to see him in the very next instant.

The visitor was indeed Yang An. He hadn’t alerted anyone, concealing his aura and entering the Mystic Path Sect without a sound.

He had also overheard the brief exchange between Wen Yin and Zhou Quan.

’I understand how Zhou Quan and the others feel,’ he thought. ’If it were me, unable to obtain the subsequent Cultivation Technique and with my Cultivation Realm stagnating, I probably couldn’t endure it either.’

But Zhou Quan’s attitude toward Wen Yin pissed Yang An off.

Although the Mystic Path Sect was his, he hadn’t been its Sect Leader for more than a few days. The only people he knew within the sect were Wen Yin, Zhou Quan, and a new disciple from back then; everyone else was a stranger.

’Back then, I only took over the Life Crane Sect on a whim, planning to develop it myself. But now... it seems there’s no need for the Mystic Path Sect to exist any longer.’

He planned to take Wen Yin and leave. As for Zhou Quan and the others, he had no intention of harming them. He would just let them face their own fate.

’Without the subsequent Cultivation Technique, their progress would halt here anyway.’

Moreover, with his departure, the Golden Thread Pavilion would surely retaliate against the Mystic Path Sect. He wouldn’t have to destroy the sect himself; it would naturally perish under the Golden Thread Pavilion’s wrath. All that was missing was a spark to light the fuse.

"What brings you back, Senior Brother?"

Wen Yin rose from the floor and asked, facing slightly away from Yang An.

Her movement confirmed it for him. ’This is definitely my Junior Sister Wen Yin, not an impostor.’

"I’m here, Junior Sister."

"You should leave with me. This place isn’t safe to stay."

"Is it because of the Golden Thread Pavilion?"

Wen Yin looked chagrined as she adjusted her position, only asking her question after making sure she was facing the right way.

In truth, she had sensed this was coming.

"I’ll explain later. For now, we need to leave."

Yang An didn’t want to linger, lest they be discovered.

"Alright."

Wen Yin was perfectly obedient. She didn’t ask a single question, not even about the fate of the Mystic Path Sect. The very fact that her Senior Brother had appeared like this already signified his intention to abandon it.

If she felt any attachment to the Mystic Path Sect, it was only because of what it once was: the Life Crane Sect.

But her attachment to the Life Crane Sect was because of Yang An.

Between the Mystic Path Sect and Yang An, she would choose Yang An without a second thought. Even if this Senior Brother was an impostor, she would still choose to trust him unconditionally.

She knew her Senior Brother’s aura better than anyone; she could tell if it was real or fake.

Wen Yin’s decisiveness was just as Yang An expected. ’Such an obedient Junior Sister. Even if her Cultivation Level is a bit low, she can still be of great help if I keep her with me.’

’Besides, Wen Yin is not the type to be content with falling behind. Every one of Old Life Crane’s disciples, forged under his system of Raising Gu, had long grown accustomed to competition.’

’Don’t be fooled by their different personalities; at heart, they were all the same. If they disagreed, they fought.’

He scanned the surrounding auras. There were quite a few Golden Thread Pavilion members within the Mystic Path Sect, but the highest Cultivation Level among them was merely Corpse Transformation.

Yang An grabbed Wen Yin’s hand, and in a flash, they vanished from the room.

It was the middle of the night. A flicker of light, swift as a shadow, flashed through the Mystic Path Sect. Yang An reappeared with Wen Yin a kilometer away, then immediately activated his Light and Shadow Escape Technique again.

But mere moments after they left, several figures shot out from the Mystic Path Sect. One of them held a single, weightless strand of hair that was trembling and pointing in a specific direction.

"They’re gone!"

"Report to the Pavilion, quickly!"

...

Yang An’s goal was to get Wen Yin into the State Territory under the Great Virtue Temple’s jurisdiction. Once inside their sphere of influence, the Golden Thread Pavilion wouldn’t dare to pursue her rashly, even if they found her. Then, Wen Yin would be safe.

The Great Virtue Temple wouldn’t mind an outside Cultivator passing through, so long as she didn’t cause any trouble. Wen Yin could then leave their territory unharmed and make her way to the Fusheng Domain.

What Yang An hadn’t anticipated, however, was how quickly the Golden Thread Pavilion would catch up.

When he sensed several unfamiliar auras in pursuit—a number of them at the Zombie God Cultivation Level—Yang An immediately knew something was wrong.

’The Golden Thread Pavilion must have planted some kind of tracking device on Wen Yin.’

While repeatedly activating the Light and Shadow Escape Technique, Yang An ran his hands over Wen Yin’s body, checking for anything unusual.

Wen Yin asked nothing, though her body tensed slightly at his touch. She knew he must have a reason, but she couldn’t stop a blush from creeping onto her cheeks.

Finally, after a thorough search, Yang An found something amiss within Wen Yin’s soft, smooth hair.

An information box appeared before his eyes, and he plucked a single strand of hair from Wen Yin’s head.

This unassuming strand of hair was actually the Sub-Device of a Mother-Child Magical Artifact. It functioned like a parasite and was, as he suspected, a tracking device.

As Yang An plucked the hair out by the root, it instantly turned from black to red. Blood and flesh pulsed from it, and it suddenly transformed into a disgusting, long-tailed, maggot-like creature.

A vicious maw grew on the creature, and it immediately lunged at Yang An.

FWOOM!

A ball of fire erupted from Yang An’s hand, incinerating the disgusting creature into black ash, which he casually flicked away.

"Wait here for me a moment, Junior Sister."

Yang An released Wen Yin. The tracking device was gone, but he still had to deal with their pursuers. Otherwise, they would keep tailing them like pests, and their exposed trail might attract even more enemies.

Wen Yin could also sense the terrifying Cultivation Level auras of their pursuers, and a worried expression crossed her face.

But when Yang An told her to wait, she obediently nodded.

"Be careful, Senior Brother."

Yang An gave a slight nod, then in a flash, transformed into a streak of iridescent light and shot toward their pursuers.

Wen Yin could sense that Yang An’s own Cultivation Level aura was terrifyingly powerful, but the thought of him facing so many enemies alone still filled her with anxiety.

’If Senior Brother can’t handle them all at once, I’ll reveal myself. They don’t know his true identity anyway. They’re only here to take me back.’

’If I go back with them, maybe Senior Brother can use the opportunity to escape.’

BOOM—

A brilliant light suddenly erupted in the distant darkness, turning night into day in an instant.

Even from such a great distance, the powerful shockwave kicked up a violent gale.

The gale whipped at Wen Yin’s robes. A deafening ringing filled her ears, and in her perception, the world dissolved into nothing but endless light. She couldn’t ’see’ anything at all.

The sound of explosions kept coming, one after another, as if an entire chain of them had detonated in a single moment. The light grew more intense, and a searing heat washed over her. To Wen Yin, it felt like she was standing before a massive, brilliant fireball.

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A black, phantasmal shadow instinctively erupted from Wen Yin’s body, but an incredibly familiar voice stopped her.

"Let’s go."

’It’s Senior Brother!’

"Senior Brother..."

"It’s taken care of. Don’t worry."

Yang An’s tone was placid, as if he had just casually crushed a few insignificant ants.

But his placidness sent monstrous waves crashing through Wen Yin’s heart.

’It began? It’s already over!’

Wen Yin’s current mood was summed up by that sentiment; she didn’t know what to say.

’Senior Brother... has he really gotten this strong?’

In a daze, she recalled their former master, Elder Life Crane. ’Even he couldn’t have done something like this, could he?’

A sense of unreality washed over her.

All this time, waiting in the Mystic Path Sect, she’d thought Yang An had been gone for a very long time. But now that she thought about it, it hadn’t been long at all, had it?

One of her hands was held firmly in Yang An’s. As he whisked her rapidly through the night, Wen Yin clenched her other hand into a tight fist.