Chapter 5 The Witch's Self-Conquest and the Uninvited Guest
"Reverse four cycles into the Lingtai..."
In mid-air, Tantai Jinyue couldn't care less about the Nine Netherworld Karmic Fire Lin Yuan was using to boil water. She bit her bloodless lips hard, and with a do-or-die attitude, she carefully circulated the last trace of dried-up Devilish Qi in her body according to Lin Yuan's casual instructions.
One cycle.
Two cycles.
Three cycles...
When the Devilish Qi completed its third cycle, the usual tearing sensation of ten thousand needles piercing her heart did not appear!
Gathering her strength, she forcibly reversed the fourth cycle, surging straight into her Lingtai!
"Boom—!"
Tantai Jinyue felt a roar in her mind. The hidden injuries that had plagued her for three hundred years and caused her agonizing pain every rainy day were miraculously cleared at this moment!
Not only that, the Devil Core in her body, which had been suppressed by the nine netherworld malevolent qi, actually regained a tiny spark of life!
"It's actually... really correct?"
Tantai Jinyue stared blankly at Lin Yuan, who was leisurely drinking tea below. In those blood-red eyes that were once decisive in slaughter and viewed all living beings as ants, an emotion called 'awe' appeared for the first time.
She was practicing the supreme scripture of the Demonic Path, the Blood Lotus Demonic Scripture! It was a peerless technique that successive leaders of the Demonic Cult had sacrificed their lives to perfect!
Yet the youth before her, who looked less than twenty years old, had not only instantly condensed the legendary Nine Netherworld Karmic Fire after hearing her recite a fragmented general outline, but had even casually corrected a fatal flaw passed down through the Cultivation Technique for thousands of years!
What did this mean?
It meant that his attainments in the Demonic Path had already reached a terrifying Realm that she couldn't even hope to look up to!
"Senior... You, just who are you?"
Tantai Jinyue's voice trembled, and even her form of address changed from "kid" and "this seat" to a humble "you."
What Outer Sect outcast? What destroyed Dantian?
All nonsense!
This was definitely some ancient monster living in seclusion, intentionally suppressing his cultivation to experience life here! She had actually been arrogant enough to try and bribe him with a fragmented Cultivation Technique? It was truly like showing off one's slight skill before a master—utterly stupid!
"Senior?"
Lin Yuan put down his teacup and looked up with an innocent face. "Miss Dantai, you flatter me. I am Lin Yuan, an insignificant Outer Sect Disciple of the Taixuan Dao Sect. My Dantian was just destroyed by the Saint, and now I am the exclusive janitor of this Demon Suppressing Death Prison."
"Ja... Janitor?"
Tantai Jinyue's mouth twitched violently.
What kind of janitor uses Nine Netherworld Karmic Fire to boil water? What kind of janitor sees through the Taiji Heaven-Sealing Array at a glance?
Senior doesn't want to reveal his identity, I understand! I understand all too well! These hidden experts hate it when others pry into their backgrounds!
Thinking of this, Tantai Jinyue immediately put away all her pride and probing, and deeply lowered her noble head:
"Yes... Young Master Lin is right. Just now, I failed to recognize greatness. Thank you, Young Master Lin, for your guidance!"
Lin Yuan looked at the witch, who had finished her "self-rationalization" and was as well-behaved as a kitten; he was secretly overjoyed.
But on the surface, he remained calm as ever, merely nodding faintly. "It was just a casual remark. You just hang there peacefully; I won't disturb your quiet cultivation."
After saying that, he prepared to return to the straw pile to continue idling.
However...
Just then, a very faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the incredibly heavy dark iron gate of the Demon Suppressing Death Prison.
"Step, step, step..."
The footsteps were very light, almost imperceptible.
The newcomer had clearly hidden their aura intentionally, even suppressing their breathing to the extreme; they definitely weren't the usual Law Enforcement Hall Disciples who roughly threw lunch boxes.
More importantly, these footsteps carried an undisguised, chilling killing intent!
"Hmm?"
Lin Yuan's eyebrows twitched slightly as his gaze fell upon the rusted dark iron gate.
In mid-air, Tantai Jinyue also sensed something unusual. Although her cultivation was suppressed, her Divine Sense perception remained sharp.
"A Cultivator at the Peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage? Someone from the Inner Sect of the Taixuan Dao Sect?"
Tantai Jinyue's eyes flashed with doubt, then she seemed to think of something and looked at Lin Yuan. "Young Master Lin, the person outside seems to have ill intentions, and their target... is you."
"Oh?"
Not only was Lin Yuan not panicked, he sat back down on the stone bench with interest and even poured himself another cup of tea.
"Creak—"
The heavy dark iron gate was pushed open, leaving a gap just wide enough for a person to slip through sideways.
Following that, a figure dressed in black night-traveling clothes and wearing a ghost mask slid into the death prison like a phantom.
With his entry, a Foundation Establishment Stage pressure carrying a strong scent of blood instantly filled the death prison.
The man in black closed the door behind him, holding a deep-blue dagger coated in potent poison. His gaze through the mask locked firmly onto Lin Yuan in the corner.
"Lin Yuan, to survive seven days in the nine netherworld malevolent qi without dying, your life is truly tough."
The man in black's voice was deliberately disguised, sounding hoarse and unpleasant. "Unfortunately, His Highness the Saint was not at ease and insisted I come personally. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for knowing things you shouldn't!"
With that, the man in black stopped talking, and his Peak Foundation Establishment Stage spiritual power exploded!
He turned into a black bolt of lightning, the poison dagger tearing through the air with lethal determination, aimed straight for Lin Yuan's throat!
"Die!"
Facing this extremely sharp assassination.
Lin Yuan still held his teacup, not even lifting an eyelid.
He merely sighed softly:
"Sigh, I just want to be a janitor quietly, why is it so hard?"