111: Chapter 111 The Frustration in the Pot: Li Tianxing, The Flame of the Demonic Sect Passes On Tonight

However, just as the room was filled with an amorous atmosphere, a cool, ethereal night breeze blew open the carved window lattice of the bedchamber without any warning.

This breeze was not fierce, yet it carried a transcendental Dao charm that surpassed worldly Law, instantly dispersing most of the powder fragrance in the room.

Ling Yuxiu, who had been peeling grapes for Ye Xiu, paused in her movements, while Si Yunxiang and Xue Biane's expressions changed drastically.

They instinctively circulated the Heavenly Demon True Qi within their bodies, looking towards the window as if facing a formidable enemy.

"That's enough, you may all withdraw. We have a guest."

Ye Xiu did not even lift his eyelids, casually patting Ling Yuxiu's fragrant shoulder to signal her to get up.

The moonlight outside the window poured down like flowing water, condensing on the bluestone floor into a figure that was not tall, and even appeared somewhat thin.

The newcomer wore a green robe, with a handsome and delicate appearance, looking like a youth of only sixteen or seventeen.

However, his eyes, so deep that they seemed to contain the entire starry sky, and his snow-white hair, revealed the profound, weathered history of someone who had lived for countless years.

The anchor of the great Yankang Kingdom that deterred the world, the shared leader of the Daoist Sect and the Heavenly Demon Sect—the Young Patriarch!

"Your life, little one, is certainly more comfortable than this old bag of bones."

The Young Patriarch stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the four beauties nearby, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

"The fragrant bait painstakingly cultivated by the Eastern Palace has been turned into foot-washing maids by you. If the Crown Prince were to find out, he would likely vomit several mouthfuls of old blood."

"Old man, you didn't come running to my Princess Mansion in the middle of the night just to care about the Crown Prince's health, right?"

Ye Xiu casually threw on a wide white robe, sat boldly on the edge of the couch, and picked up the purple-red wine gourd, shaking it; a dull sound of liquid sloshing came from within.

The Young Patriarch shook his head helplessly, walked to the table and sat down, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

"I have come tonight for the sake of the Heavenly Demon Sect's Legacy."

The Ancestral Master looked at Ye Xiu, his tone carrying a touch of emotion:

"Although you have subdued Xue Biane and Si Yunxiang, and even I do not object to you sitting in this position, if the name is not justified, the words will not be followed."

"The succession of the Heavenly Demon Sect Leaders through the generations must go through the 'Baptism' of the Soul imprints of the past Ancestral Masters. Only then can one fully control the Heavenly Demon Sect's foundation Formation and command the demonic masses."

Having said this, the Ancestral Master paused, his gaze falling on the wine gourd in Ye Xiu's hand, his expression becoming somewhat strange.

"And the imprint of the previous Sect Leader is still on Li Tianxing. If you don't want to remain an 'Acting Sect Leader' forever, then let him out."

Hearing this, Si Yunxiang and Xue Biane, who were standing nearby, immediately held their breath.

Li Tianxing, that was their former master, the giant of the Demonic Path who dominated the Jianghu in the previous generation!

Who could have imagined that a dignified Demonic Venerable would now be treated like a turtle by this white-clad madman in front of them, trapped inside a gourd to soak in wine?

"Baptism? That's such a hassle."

Ye Xiu curled his lips, looking at the wine gourd in his hand with a look of disdain.

"This is good stuff I brewed using top-grade snow ginseng and Western Region strong liquor. Since this old ghost has been soaking in it for so long, he's probably already marinated. Letting him out would just ruin my pot of good wine, wouldn't it?"

Although he complained this way, Ye Xiu still unplugged the gourd.

He was too lazy to even form a hand seal; just like pouring wine normally, he turned the gourd mouth downwards and tilted it casually.

"Splash—"

A burst of wine Qi, so thick it had almost materialized, mixed with violent True Qi, gushed out.

Immediately after, a slightly illusory remnant Soul, exuding an earth-shattering smell of alcohol, tumbled out of the gourd mouth, stumbling.

With a "splat," it fell onto the floor of the bedchamber.

"Ugh—!"

As soon as Li Tianxing landed, he retched twice on the floor, his face flushed red, clearly heavily intoxicated.

"Ye Xiu! You unfilial little bastard!"

Where was there any shred of the Demonic Venerable's dignity in this former Heavenly Demon Sect Leader who once made the Righteous Path of the Martial Forest tremble with fear?

He crawled up dizzily, pointing at Ye Xiu's nose and cursing loudly:

"I am, at the very least, a Sect Leader! You actually soaked me together with things like deer antler, epimedium, and large snow ginseng! My purity is completely ruined! I'll fight you to the death today—hiccup!"

Before he could finish his threats, Li Tianxing suddenly hiccuped, spitting out a strong breath of alcohol, his body swaying, nearly falling down again.

The four beauties nearby had never seen such a scene and were so scared that they all lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.

Xue Biane and Si Yunxiang looked at each other, wanting to laugh but not daring to, struggling greatly to hold it in.

"Fight me to the death?"

Ye Xiu sneered, sitting motionless on the soft couch.

"If it weren't for your status as the former Sect Leader, this remnant Soul of yours would have already dissolved!"

At that moment, two blinding rays of divine light suddenly burst from his heterochromatic gold and silver eyes.

The Qi and blood of the Nine Transformations of Dragonization, which had just broken through to Great Perfection, were like a waking ancient tyrannosaur, crashing onto Li Tianxing's remnant Soul along with his gaze!

"Thump!"

This terrifying Dragon might, mixed with Pure Yang True Fire, was simply the most lethal nemesis for a Soul body.

Li Tianxing, who had been baring fangs and brandishing claws a second ago, only felt as if a scorching primordial divine mountain was pressing down on his back, and he directly and uncontrollably knelt before Ye Xiu.

"You, your Realm!"

Li Tianxing's nerves, which had been paralyzed by alcohol, instantly sobered up.

He lifted his head in disbelief, feeling the terrifying Qi and blood on Ye Xiu that made even him in his Peak period tremble, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

What kind of freak is this kid?

How long has it been? Not only has he reshaped his Physical Body, but he has also Cultivated this overbearing Cultivation Technique, known to have no chance of survival, to the unprecedented Realm of Great Perfection?!

"Old ghost, understand your current situation."

Ye Xiu looked down at him from above, his tone flat yet filled with an irresistible overbearingness:

"Now, I am the master of the Heavenly Demon Sect."

"You..."

Li Tianxing was choked with anger, yet helpless. In the cultivation world, strength is respected; facing the current Ye Xiu, this wisp of his remnant Soul was not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

"That's enough, Sect Leader Li."

The Young Patriarch spoke at the right moment, breaking this somewhat comical stalemate.

"Each generation produces new talents. You have seen Ye Xiu's strength with your own eyes; in his hands, the Heavenly Demon Sect will only become stronger than before. Pass the imprint to him."

Li Tianxing looked at Ye Xiu, who sat there like a young Immortal King, then looked at the Saintess and Right Protector standing obediently to the side, and finally sighed dejectedly.

He knew that his era had truly come to an end.

"Fine, fine, fine. I, this old man, have really fallen into the hands of you little bastard in this lifetime."

Li Tianxing put away his cynical, drunken demeanor, his expression becoming rarely solemn.

He quickly formed seals with his hands in front of his chest, chanting words in his mouth.

Accompanied by the obscure ancient incantations, a bizarre rune burning with black demonic flames slowly emerged from the center of Li Tianxing's remnant Soul.

This rune contained the heart's blood and Legacy of the past Heavenly Demon Sect Leaders, exuding a heart-palpitating aura of profound stability like a deep pool or a towering mountain.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"

"Disciple is willing to follow the Ancestral Master's arrangements!"