Chapter 121 A Filial Daughter Produced Through Corporal Punishment

Three thousand miles north of the Primordial Holy Land.

The Beiming Demon Tomb.

Looking as far as the eye could see, the landscape was desolate and barren, devoid of any signs of life.

The sky was dark and gloomy, with layers of silent grey miasma churning and spreading across the fields.

Speaking of which, the last time Lin Xiao was here was... well, the last time.

Back then, he was merely a minor Foundation Establishment Cultivator, but now he was a Nascent Soul powerhouse.

Looking at the familiar Demon Tomb, Lin Xiao couldn't help but think of Ye Bufan.

He remembered how he had vowed to have some fun with Ye Bufan's newly recognized foster mother, Master Yao Ling.

Now, although Master Yao Ling had recognized him as her master, it was a pity he could only look and couldn't get intimate with her; it was truly a shame.

While he was lost in thought.

The commotion of the flying boat's landing had already attracted the attention of the guarding Disciples.

Over a dozen Disciples dressed in Holy Land attire rushed out of their tents holding Magical Artifacts, their expressions tense.

Once they saw the newcomer's face clearly, they were all startled.

"S... Saint?!"

An older Disciple leading the group quickly dropped his Magical Artifact, strode forward, and bowed.

"Disciple Bi Yuntao greets the Saint!"

Seeing this, the other Disciples also bowed one after another, their demeanors respectful.

"Greetings, Saint!"

Lin Xiao's gaze swept over the crowd, and he gave a slight nod.

Among them were a few he had seen during his last visit.

Bi Yuntao took a step forward and spoke respectfully once more.

"The Saint is occupied with a myriad of affairs; we wonder what brings you to the Beiming Demon Tomb this time?"

Lin Xiao looked at these Disciples, whose faces were weathered and showed signs of being eroded by Devilish Qi, and spoke calmly.

"I have heard that many Holy Land Disciples suffer greatly from the Devilish Qi while guarding the Demon Tomb."

"I have come this time to find a permanent solution so that you all may be spared from this Devilish Qi erosion."

At these words, the Disciples looked at each other, their eyes turning red as a deep sense of respect rose in their hearts.

"The Saint is of such noble status, yet he still cares so much for the lives of us low-level Disciples!"

Lin Xiao didn't know what they were thinking; he had just said it in passing anyway.

With a flash of his silhouette, he vanished into the depths of the black mist.

Leaving behind a group of teary-eyed Disciples.

Meanwhile, deep within the Demon Tomb.

Amidst the dark and oppressive Devilish Qi, a young girl in a tight-fitting fiery red miniskirt was squatting on the ground without any regard for her image, humming as she molded clay figurines.

Her long crimson hair cascaded down freely, like a curtain of flowing sunset clouds.

Between her brows grew a pair of eerie, red-patterned demonic horns.

Behind her swayed a dark purple long tail with an inverted triangular tip, giving her a unique charm.

It was none other than the demoness Ye Li, whom Lin Xiao had once "cleared the membrane and fed the Dao."

"Humph! Stinky master, bad master, you promised you'd come take me out to play later."

"But after all this time, there's been no sign of you!"

"As expected, whether it's the Upper Realm or the Lower Realm, the Human Race or the Demon Race, not a single man is any good!"

Lin Xiao's brow furrowed slightly as he stepped forward quietly, wanting to see what on earth this demoness was up to.

Looking over her fragrant shoulder, Lin Xiao saw the masterpieces on the ground.

Several crooked clay figurines were laid out on the ground.

These figurines bore a striking resemblance to Lin Xiao's features; they were essentially chibi versions of him.

However, these figurines all had bruised faces and were in submissive, groveling poses.

Ye Li extended a slender finger and pressed down hard on one of the figurines' heads, shoving it into the dirt while muttering crossly.

"That's for leaving me here! Next time I see you, I'm definitely going to..."

Before she could finish, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"What are you going to do?"

Ye Li's body froze, and her tail instantly stiffened, stopping its sway.

She swallowed hard and turned around awkwardly.

Seeing Lin Xiao's unreadable expression, her eyes darted around, and she immediately opened her arms, lunging into his embrace.

"I want to... give Master a big, big hug."

Lin Xiao felt a wave of delicate fragrance hit him, followed by a sensation of softness against his chest.

He looked down slightly, gazing at the severely compressed peaks in his arms.

Truth be told, this hug was indeed quite "big"...

Lin Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly as he reached out to pinch one of Ye Li's red demonic horns, stroking it gently.

"What were you just mumbling about here?"

"You weren't badmouthing me, were you?"

Ye Li looked guilty and shook her head repeatedly, her tail starting to wag in a fawning manner.

"H-How could I? Ye Li's admiration for Master is like the surging rivers and seas, flowing endlessly. How could I say anything bad about Master?"

Lin Xiao gave a cold snort.

"Heh, you'd better be."

As he spoke, he squatted in front of the figurines and picked up one that was in a crying pose, his thumb tracing its exaggerated features.

"These bruised and battered figurines... why do they look so much like me?"

"Uh, they don't..." Ye Li forced an awkward smile.

"Master is so handsome, elegant, and peerless..."

Her voice grew quieter and quieter until she finally had to admit honestly:

"I'm sorry, Master. Ye Li was wrong."

"Ye Li is willing to accept Master's rew—no, punishment..."

Although Ye Li kept her head down, trying her best to look aggrieved and pitiful, her tail wagging excitedly behind her completely betrayed her true feelings.

Looking at this duplicitous demoness, Lin Xiao couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

"You demoness! As the leader of the Righteous Path in the Eastern Region, I must give you a proper education today!"

With a flash of white light, the two of them instantly entered the tianxuan bead.

...

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed in the outside world.

As the ancients often said, "Spare the rod, spoil the daughter."

After a profound bout of "rod education," Ye Li had indeed become well-behaved.

Even one as strong as the Demon Race had to bow before the Supreme Bone.

This protracted war between man and demon finally came to an end with Lin Xiao's complete victory.

Inside the Spiritual Bath of the Education and Training Grand Hotel.

Steam curled in the air, and Spiritual Qi overflowed.

Lin Xiao leaned against the white jade wall of the pool with his eyes closed, enjoying Ye Li's close-contact massage as he spoke.

"What is your current cultivation level?"

Ye Li was all smiles, her face still flushed with a lingering romantic glow.

"Replying to Master, my cultivation has fallen; I should currently be at the Mahayana Late Stage."

Lin Xiao's eyes opened slightly as he pondered for a moment.

In the entire Eastern Region, only the Holy Land's Great Supreme Elder was at the Mahayana Late Stage.

Even though the Central Continent was full of experts, Mahayana Cultivators were definitely at the level of Old Ancestors in their respective sects.

With Ye Li as a personal bodyguard, his upcoming trip to the Central Continent would undoubtedly have more backing.

"I plan to travel to the Central Continent. I might encounter some powerful enemies along the way. Are you willing to come with me?" Lin Xiao asked flatly.

Hearing that she could finally leave this dark, sunless place, Ye Li's eyes were filled with excitement.

"I'm willing, I'm willing!"

"Master, please order Ye Li as you wish!"

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the Demon Tomb.

Over a dozen guarding Disciples were pacing back and forth anxiously, their expressions solemn.

"Why has the Saint been inside for so long?"

"Should we report to the Holy Land? The Devilish Qi inside is so dense; even if the Saint's cultivation is heaven-defying, staying too long might..."

Bi Yuntao was full of worry, clutching the transmission talisman in his hand tightly.

Just as everyone was hesitating, a muffled roar suddenly echoed from the depths of the Demon Tomb.

Immediately after, the black mist covering the sky seemed to be drawn by something, forming a massive vortex that gathered frantically toward the depths.

Soon, the thin Devilish Qi on the outskirts had completely vanished.

Long-absent sunlight once again fell upon this land.

"This... this is?"

Everyone looked at each other, their faces filled with shock.

Although they didn't know what the Saint had done, from now on, these Disciples stationed outside clearly wouldn't have to suffer from Devilish Qi erosion anymore.

"The Saint... actually wiped out all this Devilish Qi single-handedly!"

Bi Yuntao collapsed to the ground with a thud, trembling with excitement.

The other Disciples also looked toward the depths of the Demon Tomb, their eyes filled with fanatical worship.

"The Saint didn't just go to suppress the Devilish Qi; he went to transcend a Demon God!"

"The Saint is mighty!"

At the center of the Devilish Qi vortex, Lin Xiao was surrounded by tangible black Devilish Qi, appearing like a descending Demon Sovereign.

As the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art operated at full power!

Countless strands of Devilish Qi were frantically sucked into his body like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

As the Devilish Qi continued to pour in, complex and mysterious black patterns gradually appeared on Lin Xiao's originally fair skin.

These patterns spread to his neck and the side of his face, looking like tattoos.

His jet-black hair, under the washing of the Devilish Qi, transformed into an eerie silver-white, dancing wildly in the wind.

A pair of blood-red pupils, like Blood Hell Eyes opening in the abyss, exuded an indifference that looked down upon the world.

"Just as I expected, the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art can indeed absorb this Devilish Qi."

Lin Xiao thought to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips as he felt the Spiritual Power rising steadily within him.

Seven days passed.

The last trace of Devilish Qi in the Demon Tomb was completely absorbed by Lin Xiao.

His cultivation directly advanced from Nascent Soul Early Stage to Nascent Soul Late Stage.

Lin Xiao slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. Although his blood-red eyes held a terrifying demonic nature, his gaze was incredibly clear, showing no signs of Qi Deviation.

The Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art was a supreme technique created by the Demon Race Ancestor; the Devilish Qi that ordinary people avoided like the plague was nothing more than nourishing fuel in his eyes.

With a thought, the black patterns on his skin quickly receded, his silver-white hair turned black again, and his blood-red pupils returned to their original depth.

In just a few breaths, he transformed from a world-destroying Demon Sovereign back into a refined and jade-like Saint of the Righteous Path.

It could be said: with one thought reaching the heavens, he feared neither gods nor demons!

Sensing Devilish Qi spreading in the air again, Lin Xiao's brow furrowed, and his Divine Sense instantly swept outward.

"Hmm? What's this?"