Into Demonic Possession

Suddenly, Chu Fu saw something; his pupils shrank sharply.

The Northern Sea black iron around Yan Jue’s neck suddenly fell away, then spread out in the sky like a giant sail.

The sail was suffused with a pale golden light, like the twin wings of a flying dragon.

Yan Jue gripped both ends of the sail, adjusting its direction and angle as she tried to catch the crosswind. She immediately felt the resistance lessen; her movements became much smoother.

In an instant, Flying Swallow Steps activated, and her figure became a blur in the air.

Yan Jue suddenly leaped up and shouted in midair, “Myriad Sword Art!”

Golden light flashed. The two massive sails beside her instantly transformed into a tiny golden flying sword. The small sword split into countless smaller blades, and the blades shot straight toward Chu Fu.

Chu Fu’s eyes flew wide. The incantation he had just begun to chant came out only halfway: “Wind—”

The gale greatly amplified the power of Myriad Sword Art. Countless small swords in the sky borrowed the force of the wind and came shooting forward, directly piercing through Chu Fu’s wind barrier.

Chu Fu was knocked headlong off the training platform and rolled onto the ground.

The referee raised a flag; the match was over.

Yan Jue won.

The stands erupted at once in cheers.

“I won! I bet yesterday at the Jade Terrace that Yan Jue would definitely win; now I’m making a killing.”

“Maybe Yan Jue really was just misled by love. Look at her; the moment she let go of her feelings for Chu Fu, she straightened right up. It just goes to show how much dating can ruin a person.”

Whispers spread all around, clearly reaching Chu Fu’s ears.

A stabbing pain shot from his wrist. Chu Fu subconsciously clenched his fist, and he could still hear the laughter of the people around him.

“Hahaha, trash. Even at the Fusion Realm, he’s still this pathetic when he meets someone else.”

“I thought he was supposed to be amazing.”

“It’s just a pretty face. What’s so great about that?”

Chu Fu’s fist tightened and tightened, as if all the blood in his body had begun to run backward.

An utterly dark, oppressive feeling spread through his chest.

Everyone in this world was laughing at him!

Chu Fu understood it very clearly: it was because he wasn’t strong enough.

Not strong enough to make people fear him.

That was why these swine-like people dared to laugh at him so brazenly.

Chu Fu suddenly saw something; his pupils shrank sharply.

Yan Jue strode down from the platform and came to stand before Qi Xianqing.

Qi Xianqing wore a blue-green floral pleated skirt, her black hair pinned up. She lowered her eyes to look at Yan Jue.

Yan Jue said something to her. Qi Xianqing smiled faintly and turned her gaze aside without answering.

Even Qi Xianqing was ignoring him again and again.

Chu Fu gripped his arm tightly. All at once, black qi began to rise from his body.

Wave after wave of black qi spread out from the young man, gradually circling around him into dense, heavy clouds.

In a flash, a golden net shot out from Chu Fu’s sleeve!

The golden net was semi-transparent, drifting and indistinct in the air. In the blink of an eye, it flew straight toward Qi Xianqing.

Everyone was joking and laughing, and no one noticed Chu Fu’s movements.

But Yan Jue immediately noticed that Qi Xianqing’s face had gone faintly pale for a moment.

Qi Xianqing’s brow furrowed slightly. Dizziness suddenly hit her; she lifted a hand to steady her forehead.

Yan Jue froze. Her gaze snapped toward Chu Fu at once, and then she noticed the semi-transparent golden net in the sky!

The golden net was like a giant cage, as if it meant to trap Qi Xianqing inside!

Yan Jue had seen this type of control artifact in the original novel before; but this was an artifact the male lead only used after he fell into demonic possession!

Yan Jue reacted instantly.

The male lead was about to go mad, and he wanted to take Qi Xianqing away!

Her expression darkened. She flashed forward and blocked Qi Xianqing’s front. In the next second, the black iron around her neck transformed into a dazzling golden flying sword; the sword trembled violently in the air and shot straight toward Chu Fu, smashing brutally into him.

Chu Fu rolled miserably on the ground, murmuring a spell under his breath.

Yan Jue stepped forward and stomped hard on the ground with her right foot.

The small flying swords split into hundreds in midair and attacked Chu Fu all at once. Chu Fu raised his right hand, and a protective barrier instantly appeared before him. His hands formed seals, and the speed of his incantation did not slow in the slightest.

At this point, even the slowest of the people around them realized something was wrong with Chu Fu.

But everyone merely assumed he was unhappy about losing the match and deliberately provoking Yan Jue; they still did not know what Chu Fu was trying to do.

Yan Jue shot forward directly, first kicking Chu Fu once, then actually pressing him down under her!

The crowd let out a round of jeers.

What the hell? Yan Jue had already beaten Chu Fu on the platform and still wasn’t satisfied; she was actually going to keep beating him up after the match too?

Women... are terrifying...

Yan Jue clenched both hands into fists and smashed one into Chu Fu’s face. In that instant, another blood-red mark appeared across the back of her hand, which had already been scorched black by heavenly thunder.

Yan Jue ground her teeth and said, her voice thick with a strong, bloody reek, “Stop chanting!”

Zhou Leng suddenly cried out, “Senior Sister.”

Qi Xianqing’s face went paper-white; her vision went dark, and she barely managed to steady herself by bracing against Zhou Leng.

After only a few stunned breaths, Qi Xianqing immediately sensed that something was wrong. She swiftly chanted a calming incantation to steady her mind, then cast a cool gaze toward Chu Fu. As if realizing something, she slowly drew the sword from behind her.

Yan Jue hurled a punch and kicked with her foot, her force carrying both hardness and softness; she grabbed Chu Fu’s left hand, twisted it behind his back, and used all her strength to pin it there.

A cracking sound came from his bones.

Chu Fu finally stopped chanting and screamed, “You bitch, let go!”

But Yan Jue simply shoved her right hand into his waist.

The people watching from the side were still completely baffled. What was going on? Why was she touching him now?

Yan Jue held Chu Fu down so tightly that he could not move. Very quickly, she took out a hard, cold object from the pouch at his waist.

It was a wooden figurine. Talismans had been pasted onto it, and one could faintly make out Qi Xianqing’s name written on it. Revulsion surged in her stomach.

Yan Jue smashed the wooden figure to pieces beneath her foot; inside, flesh and blood could still be seen wrapped within.

A witchcraft curse from the Demonic Cult!

Suddenly, an electrifying current that made one’s scalp prickle surged up from behind her.

Zhuying was drawn from its sheath, erupting at once in a massive burst of thunder and lightning. Qi Xianqing’s face was cold as she looked at the golden net in the sky; Zhuying flashed through the air and the net instantly tore apart.

Yan Jue finally let out a breath of relief.

Fortunately, it was Qi Xianqing.

Chu Fu’s treasure was called the Net of Heaven and Earth. Though it seemed fragile, once a person entered it unprepared, they would be doomed beyond recovery.

Black qi poured from Chu Fu’s entire body. The jade seal the Demon Lord had given him the previous night was trembling violently, releasing waves of red light. With the jade seal’s enhancement, his cultivation had surged; he was already at the level of the fifth stage.

Chu Fu suddenly exerted force and violently shook off Yan Jue’s hand. Yan Jue was sent flying directly backward by the huge spiritual power.

Chu Fu slowly walked toward Qi Xianqing, then watched Yan Jue flash back and block in front of Qi Xianqing.

Chu Fu said coldly, “Move.”

For some reason, the thoughts in his heart were suddenly clear and certain.

He had been mocked and looked down on by others; therefore he would take Qi Xianqing and fly far away. No one could stop him.

He had long since grown tired of the righteous immortal sect’s hypocritical faces. He wanted to throw himself into the Demonic Cult. If that damned Demon Lord hadn’t forbidden him from acting, he would probably have fallen into demonic possession long ago.

Today’s defeat only made him even more certain that he had to leave Five Dragons Sect!

Besides, he was already sick of the Demon Lord’s stupid, infuriating face. Even if it was the Demon Lord, he could not stop him.

Yan Jue stood dead in front of Qi Xianqing, her face dark as she stared at Chu Fu.

Qi Xianqing looked at Yan Jue and could not help being taken aback.

She suddenly thought of that day by the Cold Pool, when she was attacked by the black python. That little fox with fiery-red fur had also blocked the attack for her like this, its eyes stubborn and resolute.

This was already the final match of the day, and there were not many people in attendance.

At that moment, a streak of red light flashed through the sky.

An elder in a red robe flew over. Judging by his aura, he also only had fifth-stage cultivation. “How brazen! How can you allow a disciple of the demonic path to behave so wildly within Five Dragons Sect!”

Golden light flashed in the elder’s hand; unexpectedly, he produced a slender rope and tried to subdue Chu Fu.

Yan Jue suddenly remembered that she still had Soul-Binding Rope in her Qiankun bag, which could help the elder. Just as she was about to take it out, a gust of wind surged up beside her.

Yan Jue froze. Qi Xianqing’s figure flickered as she moved toward Chu Fu.

Yan Jue couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed... as expected, the female lead, this born killer, never needed anyone to protect her.

Chu Fu was stunned. Seeing the woman in a blue-green pleated skirt, skin as white as snow, running toward him with a cold expression, Chu Fu swallowed and subconsciously held out one hand toward Qi Xianqing. “Senior Sister, let us...”

Somehow, a surge of emotion and blood seemed to rise within him...

Before Chu Fu had even extended his hand fully, his entire body suddenly went rigid.

Then he saw Qi Xianqing draw the long sword from behind her back, lift it, and bring it down, slashing at him.

A streak of blue-green sword light flashed through the air, carrying the force of thunder as it surged toward Chu Fu.

It was a sword strike full of Qi Xianqing’s power; if it touched him even slightly, he would be reduced to dust.

Chu Fu’s eyes turned red at the corners, his fists clenched tight.

He had never expected that the girl he liked would one day... would one day also raise a sword to strike at him.

In an instant, Chu Fu’s body was hacked into four pieces by Zhuying.

From afar, waves of black mist suddenly surged up.

Chu Fu’s body appeared there again!

A substitute body!

Chu Fu lifted his sword into the air and leaped lightly, landing steadily on it. “One day, I’ll make all of you regret this!”

He quickly pulled something from his pouch and slapped it against his own forehead. A loud boom suddenly exploded above his head, and everyone’s vision went black.

Dense black smoke spread in all directions, and cries of alarm rang out one after another.

By the time the smoke dispersed, Chu Fu had already vanished.

-

Because Chu Fu, the talented reserve disciple of Watercloud Sect, had fallen into demonic possession during the fifth round of the competition, the entire sect was thrown into emergency alert.

This matter was neither too big nor too small. No one could tell whether Chu Fu’s sudden fall into demonic possession had been deliberately induced by someone from the Demonic Cult, or whether his own Dao heart had become unstable and led him down a crooked path.

The Five-Dragon Summit was temporarily suspended; the disciples from the major sects who had come to observe and learn were all returning one after another.

The elders gathered at Jingang Sect for a meeting that lasted two hours, but even then they could not reach any conclusion.

At that hour, Ice Spring Pavilion.

Qi Xianqing, dressed in a blue-green pleated skirt with a long sword on her back, walked expressionlessly into the courtyard.

Under the verdant spirit plants, Five Dragons Sect’s Sect Master Mu Zhongzi stood with his hands behind his back.

The evening sun was sinking in the west. Snow had settled at his brows, and he looked like a thin crane, full of immortal grace and bearing, like the brightest star in the sky.

Qi Xianqing walked over and knelt before Mu Zhongzi. After a pause, she said, “Uncle Sect Master, you called for me?”

Mu Zhongzi was silent for a long time before he finally turned around and handed Qi Xianqing a secret report.

Qi Xianqing was slightly stunned.

The demon race of the Northern Frontier had allied with the Demonic Cult.

This was not good news. Since the great battle between immortals and demons a thousand years ago, the power of the demon race had gradually declined, while the demon race had always remained neutral.

But if the demon race sided with the demonic path, it would undoubtedly strengthen the Demonic Cult’s power.

That also meant the demonic path would return once more.

Mu Zhongzi said slowly, “I was right after all. The Demonic Cult has started moving again; the demon race’s forces have already begun to tilt toward the demonic path!”

Qi Xianqing silently finished reading the words on the secret report and said nothing.

Mu Zhongzi: “After this Five-Dragon Summit ends, I will send you to the Northern Frontier to exterminate those traitorous demons.”

Qi Xianqing’s expression tightened.

Mu Zhongzi: “Xianqing, never forget your hatred. Never forget that back then, it was the demon race that left your entire family doomed beyond recovery.”

Under the blood-red sunset, the Five Dragons Sect Sect Master’s expression was dark, as if the mention of demons and evil had stabbed at something he hated to the core.

His emotions were especially agitated.

“Humans and demons have always been two sides at loggerheads. They will only continue betraying one another, only continue plunging all living beings under heaven into hardship. They and humans can never, ever become friends.”

Qi Xianqing frowned slightly. “Yes,” she said softly.

-

The Five Dragons Encyclopedia had completely blown up.

Back in her dormitory, Yan Jue sat on the bed reading the latest issue of the Five Dragons Encyclopedia and couldn’t help feeling a little speechless.

She knew the male lead would eventually fall into demonic possession, but she hadn’t expected the timing of it in the original story to be advanced.

What kind of logic was that?

And he even wanted to drag Qi Xianqing away with him.

Did he even look in a mirror to see if he was worthy?

The Five Dragons Encyclopedia, issue 598.

The Five Dragons Sect’s talented reserve disciple Chu Fu actually fell into demonic possession at the Five-Dragon Summit?

Was this someone secretly pushing things forward, or was it an inner demon that could not be resolved?

Five Dragons Sect has already sent disciples to investigate.

...

Yan Jue was still reading the newspaper when she suddenly heard a knock at the door.

She ran over and opened it, only to find Qi Xianqing standing at the doorway.

It was overcast, and the sky had already grown completely dark.

Qi Xianqing wore a snow-white dress with a long sword on her back. She stood in the corridor outside, silently looking at Yan Jue.

Yan Jue was chilled by the pressure she gave off and subconsciously stepped back. “What do you want?”

Qi Xianqing: “Thank you, Junior Sister Yan, for saving me today. I have other matters to tell you.”

Yan Jue: “...Oh.”

Qi Xianqing then entered with her hands behind her back. “The sect elders are in a meeting. I told the higher-ups about the cliff cave; they said there had already been traces of the demonic path within the sect. During the competition two days ago, Senior Sister Lin Xi’s condition was strange as well, as if she had fallen into demonic possession.”

Yan Jue frowned slightly.

Qi Xianqing suddenly raised a hand and handed something to Yan Jue.

“These three Bone-Piercing Nails are objects of the Demonic Cult, but the Refining Hall has already purified the evil energy on them and added a layer of frost power.”

Some days ago, when Qi Xianqing and Yan Jue were sorting through the treasures they had searched out from the mountain cave, Qi Xianqing had sent some of the artifacts contaminated with sinister energy to the Refining Hall. Unexpectedly, they had been returned so quickly.

Yan Jue looked at the three Bone-Piercing Nails in Qi Xianqing’s hand, and her eyes lit up at once.

Yan Jue’s spiritual root had already evolved into a mutated ice spiritual root.

She was also good at ice-based spells in daily use; Qi Xianqing knew this.

Yan Jue took the three Bone-Piercing Nails from Qi Xianqing’s hand. “These are for me? Thank you.”

Qi Xianqing: “Bone-Piercing Nails are extremely vicious objects. Unless you’re facing a life-threatening danger, you should still use them with caution.”

Yan Jue naturally knew that.

More importantly, Bone-Piercing Nails were consumable items; once used, they were gone. Of course they had to be conserved.

Yan Jue put the Bone-Piercing Nails into her Qiankun bag. “Thank you, Senior Sister.”

Qi Xianqing lifted a hand. In her palm lay a seal made of green jade. “And this seal too.”

The Myriad Gu Seal.

Qi Xianqing: “After cleaning off the gu-poison function, they added a healing function.”

As the two of them were talking, they suddenly heard the sound of rain outside the window, and a faint dampness drifted in.

Yan Jue: “...”

Qi Xianqing lifted her eyelids and glanced outside. “It’s raining. What should we do?”

Yan Jue hesitated and asked, “Do you know the Water-Avoidance Incantation?”

The Water-Avoidance Incantation was a spell a cultivator could form with a seal to block rain.

The sect had some basic divine arts, and the Water-Avoidance Incantation was one of them.

But Yan Jue wasn’t sure whether Qi Xianqing had learned any water-based divine arts.

Qi Xianqing: “No.”

It was already dark, and the rain outside grew heavier and heavier. The sound of wind sweeping through the leaves was like a baby’s wailing, and a large tree not far away was being blown so hard it swayed back and forth.

Yan Jue was still hesitating when she suddenly heard a burst of footsteps from the corridor outside.

Du Ying hurried over. “Yan Jue! Yan Jue!”

Yan Jue answered and looked at Qi Xianqing, then walked to the door and opened only a narrow crack. “What is it?”

Du Ying: “Is it inconvenient for you? Why not open the door?”

Yan Jue: “I’m not wearing any clothes.”

Du Ying: “Oh, oh. I just got a notice from Kongqing Prefecture saying that a violent wind is going to blow over Five Dragons Mountain tonight; it’s already started. They told everyone not to go out. Be careful, and don’t run around outside at night.”

Yan Jue froze. “Got it.”

She closed the door and turned back to look at Qi Xianqing. “The violent wind is starting.”

If Yan Jue remembered correctly, a fierce wind blew once every three years, and each time it caused massive property losses for the common people, seriously endangering their personal safety.

At a time like this, it would be best if Qi Xianqing didn’t go out.

The two of them fell silent for a moment.

Yan Jue hesitated a little. “How about you sleep here for one night?”

She knew Qi Xianqing liked cleanliness and wasn’t sure whether she’d be willing to stay here.

They were both women, so that wasn’t an issue. Yan Jue didn’t mind Qi Xianqing sleeping in her room.

To her surprise, Qi Xianqing glanced at the sky outside. “All right.”

Yan Jue knew Qi Xianqing bathed every night, so before the fierce wind picked up too much, she planned to go out and get some hot water.

Just as Yan Jue was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something.

She took a fruit platter out of her Qiankun bag. “I made this a few days ago... if you’re hungry, you can eat it.”

Qi Xianqing also had the habit of eating a late-night snack.

Anyway, every night when Yan Jue went to Frozen Peach Haven, she saw Qi Xianqing eating something.

Since she was the host in Watercloud Sect, she couldn’t neglect her manners while receiving Qi Xianqing.

When Qi Xianqing saw the contents of the fruit platter, she couldn’t help being slightly stunned.

The fiery-red fruit had been cut into small slices, marinated with sugar and spices; if one held it near the nose, one could faintly smell its sweet-and-sour fragrance. It looked like the spirit lantern fruit Yan Jue had left behind that day.

Yan Jue had turned it into candied spirit fruit.

Qi Xianqing picked one up and took a bite. A sweet-and-sour taste surged across her tongue, carrying a faint trace of spiritual power.

Qi Xianqing’s brows and eyes curved slightly, and her emotions became a little complicated.

It was very delicious.