84: After many twists and turns, the Demon Lord appears

Jiang Lan was stunned.

What was going on with Bao Jing now?

At this moment, Bao Jing exuded an indescribable Aura.

Just looking at him, Jiang Lan felt countless negative emotions surge into his heart.

The Aura emanating from Bao Jing was like a towering mountain, suffocating him for a moment.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Lan raised his saber.

Although he didn't know what exactly was happening to Bao Jing, he clearly seemed unwell.

Originally, he was merely a Martial Artist in the initial stage of Bone Refinement.

But now, the feeling Bao Jing gave Jiang Lan was no weaker than his own at Gathering Yuan Stage Nine.

However, what happened next was beyond Jiang Lan’s expectation.

He only heard a ‘thud’, and when he looked back, he saw the Old Monk had already knelt on the ground, his body trembling like a sieve.

“Your Excellency!”

Just as Jiang Lan was wondering, Bao Jing moved.

Bao Jing took step after step, his eyes devoid of any human emotion, passing by Jiang Lan and walking in front of the Old Monk.

“You bowed too late…”

Saying that, his right hand shot out like lightning, pressing directly onto the Old Monk’s head.

“Ah…!”

The Old Monk’s face was distorted, and black-purple mist billowed from his head, seemingly trying to escape, but all of it was absorbed into Bao Jing’s palm.

As the black mist entered his body, Bao Jing’s eyes also filled with swirling mist.

A moment later, the last wisp of mist from the Old Monk’s head was also absorbed by Bao Jing.

The Old Monk’s eyes rolled back, and he let out a few inhuman growls from his throat, then disintegrated into scattered pieces on the ground.

Jiang Lan stared intently at Bao Jing.

This sudden turn of events was so abrupt that he couldn't fully comprehend what had happened.

Was Bao Jing the true form of that Devil Head?

But at this moment, overthinking was useless.

He gripped his long saber tightly, and the True Qi from his acupoints poured into the long saber as if it were free.

The long saber glowed with dazzling golden-red light.

Bao Jing turned his head and looked at Jiang Lan with a sinister smile.

“Benefactor Jiang, the debt of taking my prey, it’s time to repay it now.”

Jiang Lan gripped the long saber in his hand, but his face was full of mocking laughter.

“You monk are really petty.”

He really hadn't expected that Bao Jing, even after transforming, was still thinking about that Tiger's Accomplice from before.

However, Yao Banxian’s calculations were truly accurate.

The death of the separated soul indeed brought complications.

This was not just a complication; it was a series of twists and turns.

And that phrase, ‘He who tied the bell must untie it,’ he hadn't understood it before, but now it seemed to apply to Bao Jing.

“Petty? Let Little Monk send you to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss before you say that!”

Devilish Qi surged from Bao Jing, but there was a hint of playfulness in his gaze towards Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan first narrowed his eyes, then smiled.

“Alright, stop pretending. Do you really think you can scare me?”

“amitabha.” The Devilish Qi on Bao Jing dissipated completely, and he reverted to the harmless appearance of a Little Monk, “When did Benefactor Jiang discover it?”

Jiang Lan waved his long saber, the golden-red light on the saber faded, and despite the saber being red-hot, he directly sheathed it.

“Just now. Although we haven’t worked together for long, I can still distinguish between you and a demon.”

The separated soul, the Old Monk, and the initial Bao Jing, their eyes were all a collection of various negative emotions.

Gloomy, violent, angry.

But never playful.

In fact, based solely on his eyes, Jiang Lan could only be suspicious, not certain.

But just now, Bao Jing referred to himself as Little Monk.

What Devil King would call himself a Little Monk?

“Benefactor Jiang is truly talented.”

“Enough.” Jiang Lan casually pulled over a meditation cushion and sat down, then tossed one to Bao Jing, “Tell me, what’s going on? How did you become ‘Your Excellency’?”

Bao Jing no longer had his initial shyness. Sitting on the meditation cushion, he began to explain to Jiang Lan in detail.

“The hysteria that Little Monk has frequently suffered from in the past two years is not a disease. Just now, after Little Monk heard Benefactor Jiang’s conversation with that separated soul, many things suddenly appeared in his mind.”

Bao Jing pointed to his head.

“Here, I also have a separated soul of the Lord of the Turbid World. When I had hysteria before, it was this separated soul that dominated my body.

“Little Monk was lucky enough not to be completely controlled, and just now, by a stroke of Opportunity, I even merged with that separated soul. That’s why I thought of coming to help Benefactor Jiang.”

Jiang Lan raised an eyebrow.

“So, how much of you is Bao Jing now, and how much is that separated soul of the Lord of the Turbid World?”

He knew without asking that Bao Jing must have been affected.

If it were as simple as he said, Bao Jing wouldn't have been affected for two whole years.

Moreover, Bao Jing wasn't the type to joke around.

Jiang Lan remembered that when he and Bao Jing were assigned together by Qiu Rang, Bao Jing was still the kind of person who would blush after saying a few words.

How could such a person play the kind of prank he just did?

Bao Jing gave a bitter smile.

“Benefactor Jiang has a Wisdom Eye. Little Monk has indeed been affected to a certain extent, but Little Monk can still control himself now, it’s just that some negative emotions occasionally pop into my head. So, Little Monk should still be Little Monk.”

“This is troublesome…” Jiang Lan said, “I believe you, but others might not.”

Although he said that, Jiang Lan was actually a little worried in his heart.

If Bao Jing were to erupt again after returning to the Demon Suppression Division, it would be troublesome.

The current Bao Jing was no longer the Bone Refinement Martial Artist he was an hour ago.

The strength Bao Jing could unleash now was even on par with Jiang Lan’s.

Once he went berserk in the Demon Suppression Division, it was likely that everyone in the division, except for the Division Head, would be slaughtered by him.

And perhaps even the Division Head might not be a match for the current Bao Jing.

“amitabha, Little Monk understands…” Bao Jing said, “So, please tell Centurion when Benefactor Jiang returns that Little Monk will not be returning to the Demon Suppression Division.”

Jiang Lan’s heart stirred.

Bao Jing was also meticulous; he had thought of what Jiang Lan was worried about.

“If you don’t return to the Demon Suppression Division, where will you go?”

Bao Jing looked up and out of the main hall.

“Benefactor Jiang, do you remember what Little Monk just said?”

Jiang Lan thought for a moment.

“You’re lucky?”

Bao Jing: “…”

After a long silence, he finally chuckled, “Benefactor Jiang, please don’t tease Little Monk. You know what I’m referring to, it’s the things that appeared in my head.”

“Tell me?”

“In Little Monk’s head, many memories that weren’t originally there appeared. The Lord of the Turbid World cultivates Karma. His strength has been stagnant for a long time, and to achieve a Breakthrough, he needs more incense offerings. That’s why he came up with this method of replacing the Buddha statues.”

“Hmph…” Jiang Lan scoffed, “Cultivating Karma?”

A demon, who had killed countless people, then turned around to cultivate Karma.

Was it possible that he wanted to follow the path of ‘putting down the butcher’s knife and becoming a Buddha’?

“That’s not important. What’s important is that Bao Ping Temple isn’t the only temple where Buddha statues have been replaced by demon fetuses.”

“Oh?” Hearing this, Jiang Lan became truly interested, “Where else?”