The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 101 - 91: Say That Again? All Below Visceral Stone Are Ants

Chapter 101: Chapter 91: Say That Again? All Below Visceral Stone Are Ants

Yang An had already prepared for a fight to the death. On the surface, it seemed only Ninth Senior Brother Zi Luan was attacking him, but in reality, Eighth Senior Brother Jiang Hechuan and Seventh Senior Brother Shi Hu were also watching predatorily from the side.

If he could land a heavy blow on Zi Luan, it might set off a chain reaction—perhaps even provoke Eighth Senior Brother into attacking Zi Luan.

After all, while he was a threat to Zi Luan, Zi Luan was also a threat to Eighth Senior Brother!

But if he showed any sign of backing down, he would likely become the first target they eliminated.

To Yang An’s surprise, however, with the arrival of Second Senior Brother and Senior Brother, Zi Luan, who had been charging at him, suddenly pulled back and even withdrew his true form.

Over on the other side, Eighth Senior Brother and Seventh Senior Brother also abruptly looked away, no longer paying him any mind.

’What’s going on?’

Yang An didn’t dare let his guard down. But he had absorbed too much Magic Light into his body, and his Mana was severely depleted. Seeing this, he temporarily canceled his Technique. The light dissipated, but he remained vigilant, ready to cast another Technique at a moment’s notice.

"Quite the lively scene!"

Senior Brother Wild Forbidden, who had arrived with Fu Ming, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. He gave the people present a casual glance before looking away.

Beside him, Fu Ming was coughing violently, blood dripping from his chin onto the ground. He said nothing.

"Senior Brother!"

Having retracted his true form, Zi Luan’s face flushed as he cried out in pleasant surprise. Dragging his clothes, which had been torn when he revealed his true form, he started to run toward Senior Brother.

But he had only taken two steps when a thick, long, black shadow instantly struck his head, shattering half his face and splattering his brains.

"Dare to come any closer, and I’ll kill you," Senior Brother Wild Forbidden warned with a smile, then slowly retracted the tail from behind him.

His head smashed in, Zi Luan stood frozen on the spot. Granulating flesh writhed and squirmed as his ruined face rapidly healed, but a look of mournful grievance appeared on it.

’I can’t get close... I can’t... I can’t get close to Senior Brother...’

Zi Luan’s shoulders slumped, overcome with a sudden sense of sorrow.

Yang An watched from the side, stunned. He suddenly got goosebumps, as if he understood something.

Just then, a figure flew in from the distance, a longsword strapped to her back. She landed gracefully about ten meters away from Yang An.

She wore light red robes, her figure graceful and her pretty face bewitching. It was none other than the old geezer’s third disciple, You Hong’Er.

Upon arriving, You Hong’Er first glanced at Senior Brother Wild Forbidden and Zi Luan with a faint smile. Then, without looking at anyone else, she vanished in the blink of an eye.

When she reappeared, she was back in her original spot, but the longsword from her back was now in her hand, its cold, glinting edge dripping with blood. DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.

"AH!!!"

To the side, Zi Luan suddenly let out a pained howl. Half of his face had been cleanly sliced off, and the other half, covered in blood, glared at You Hong’Er with venomous hatred.

You Hong’Er paid him no mind. She shook the blood from her sword and glanced sideways at Senior Brother Wild Forbidden.

"Anything you can do, Senior Brother, I can do! I can even do it better than you!"

"Hehehe, Junior Sister is truly impressive!"

Wild Forbidden immediately replied with a laugh. The two of them were like children in a one-upmanship game, a scene Yang An had witnessed before.

It had happened when the old geezer first brought him back to the Life Crane Sect. It was these two who had attacked the old geezer.

’Excellent! Just excellent! What a picture of sect-sibling harmony!’

Seeing Zi Luan’s face covered in blood, clearly in agony yet not daring to charge and confront You Hong’Er, able only to stand there stewing in his own venomous hatred, utterly helpless—Yang An felt a surge of savage satisfaction.

But the satisfaction was fleeting. After all, he wasn’t the one who had caused it; someone else had done the deed.

Though he didn’t know what drama of love and hate was playing out between them, Yang An wouldn’t let others avenge his own grudges. He had to be the one to do it.

Just then, Fu Ming, who had been silent all this time, finally stopped coughing. He slowly raised his eyes to look at Zi Luan in the distance.

"Junior Brother Jiu, you have violated the Rules."

"Senior Brother! It was Tenth Junior Brother who struck first!"

Zi Luan instantly grew flustered and tried to defend himself, pointing a finger at Yang An.

"Fuck you! Say that again?"

Yang An immediately shot back.

’A violation? Zi Luan attacking me was a violation?’

Yang An was ecstatic! He stared back at Zi Luan without a hint of weakness and let loose a stream of curses.

’That bastard attacked me first, and now he’s trying to frame me!’

Fu Ming wiped the blood from his mouth, his expression grave and solemn as he looked at Zi Luan.

"Those at the Visceral Stone Realm and above are nearly immortal. Therefore, they cannot initiate an attack on their juniors, unless the other party provokes them first. Are you certain that Tenth Junior Brother struck first?"

These words seemed directed at Zi Luan, but they also seemed meant for Yang An.

Realization dawned on Yang An’s face, and he was stunned.

’The Visceral Stone Realm is nearly immortal? No wonder even after I injured Zi Luan earlier, he recovered in an instant.’

Yang An had assumed he had some kind of recovery technique. He never expected it was an ability one gained upon entering the Visceral Stone Realm.

Thinking of this, a trace of fear crept into Yang An’s heart.

Thankfully, Second Senior Brother and Senior Brother had appeared in time. He originally thought that even if he wasn’t Zi Luan’s match, he could at least injure him.

But now, hearing Second Senior Brother’s explanation, he realized that wasn’t the case at all.

If they had truly fought just now, he feared that even if he exhausted all the flesh-and-blood essence accumulated from his Meat-Eating Life Nourishment, he might not have been able to truly harm Zi Luan. In the end, he would have been the one to die. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

’So this is the true terror of the Visceral Stone Realm!’

Zi Luan seemed to want to argue further, but Fu Ming ignored him, turning his head to look at Jiang Hechuan and Shi Hu, who were standing by the residences.

"Zi Luan struck first."

Just a single glance from Fu Ming, and the two of them spoke in perfect, unrehearsed unison.

Zi Luan whipped his head around to glare at them, his eyes filled with venom and surprise, as if they had violated some kind of agreement between them.

But just as he was about to speak, he found he couldn’t. His eyes widened in terror as he looked down at himself.

At that moment, a mass of flesh covered in black fuzz was growing frantically from beneath the ground. It had already wrapped itself tightly around his body, finally encasing his head as well, leaving not a single gap.

His body struggled within the viscous mass of flesh, but he couldn’t break free no matter how hard he tried. Only his pained, muffled screams could be heard from inside.

However, the flesh had formed a giant cocoon, and it began to drag him down into the earth. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from sight.

COUGH, COUGH—

Fu Ming lowered his hand and once again coughed up a large mouthful of blood, staining the ground before him crimson.

"Master... Master has given an order! Everyone is to head to the Heavenly Respect Pavilion!"

He said, forcing the words out loudly between coughs of blood.

Jiang Hechuan and Shi Hu were both still shaken, and they immediately left. No one present cared where Zi Luan had been taken or what his fate would be, because there were more important matters at hand.

Soon, everyone began to leave one after another. Yang An was about to follow them to the Heavenly Respect Pavilion, but Fu Ming suddenly called out to him.

After everyone else was gone, Fu Ming took a bracelet from his robes. It glowed with a bronze luster and was engraved with the face of a ferocious beast.

He wiped the blood from it and handed it to Yang An.

"All of Junior Brother Xuan Kang’s things are in here. They’re yours now."

Yang An took it with a pleasant surprise. No wonder he hadn’t found anything when he searched Xuan Kang’s residence earlier. It turned out Second Senior Brother had it all along.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!"

Fu Ming nodded, his expression as placid as ever.

"Until you reach the Visceral Stone Realm, stay far away from them."

He said suddenly, as if reminding Yang An of something.

A question suddenly occurred to Yang An, one that had been sparked by what Fu Ming had said to Zi Luan earlier.

"Senior Brother, if those in the Visceral Stone Realm are nearly immortal, is Master’s method of passing down the Cultivation Technique really reasonable?"

Killing Pi Chu and Xuan Kang in succession had felt like challenging those of a higher level. While there was a gap in their Cultivation Level, killing them hadn’t been impossible.

But those in the Visceral Stone Realm possessed a near-immortal ability, putting them in an inherently invincible position. Compared to the Primordial Feeding Realm, the gap wasn’t just a matter of Cultivation Level. How was he supposed to get the Cultivation Technique from these sect-siblings?

’There’s no way to fight them at all!’

Zi Luan alone could kill everyone below him, to say nothing of the other sect members who were even stronger.

Even if he couldn’t initiate an attack on those below the Visceral Stone Realm, if he just stood there, what hope did anyone else have of challenging him?

Without obtaining the subsequent Cultivation Technique, one could never enter the Visceral Stone Realm. And without entering the Visceral Stone Realm, one could never challenge the sect-siblings above that level. It was a complete dead end!

"Whether it’s reasonable is not for us to question. Since Master established the Rules, he has his reasons. Do not speak recklessly."

"Master will have instructions for you shortly. This is your chance. If you want to obtain the subsequent Cultivation Technique, you must seize this opportunity. Otherwise, you will be waiting a very long time."

It was rare for Fu Ming to say so much more than usual.

But his words left Yang An feeling baffled.

’My chance? A way to get the next Cultivation Technique?’

’What does he mean?’

’Isn’t there only one copy of the Cultivation Technique? Don’t tell me what Second Senior Brother said before was a lie?’

"All those below the Visceral Stone Realm are but ants. Junior Brother, remember this!

Don’t delay. Go now! Go!"

Yang An wanted to ask more, but Fu Ming started coughing again and waved his hand, urging him to hurry to the Heavenly Respect Pavilion.

Yang An could only nod. It seemed he would only find out once he got there.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!"

In the entire Life Crane Sect, there were only two people for whom Yang An felt a hint of goodwill: one was Senior Sister Wen Yin, and the other was Second Senior Brother Fu Ming.

These two were clearly different from the others. In this sect, they managed to go with the flow while also maintaining their own integrity.

While Yang An wouldn’t believe a single word from the others, he figured he could believe about a third of what Senior Sister Wen Yin and Second Senior Brother said.

After offering his sincere thanks to Second Senior Brother, Yang An placed the bracelet into his Meat Burial Talisman and hurried toward the Heavenly Respect Pavilion.

’I wonder what tricks the old geezer is up to this time.’

Soon, Yang An was gone too, leaving Fu Ming alone.

While everyone else had rushed to the Heavenly Respect Pavilion, he hadn’t moved a single step. He waited quietly until Yang An had disappeared from view before slowly lowering his head.

With the tip of his foot, he began to trace a complex and mysterious pattern in the crimson blood on the ground beneath him.

When the final stroke was complete, all the blood on the ground vanished rapidly, leaving not a single trace behind.

He let out a soft sigh, a weary look on his pale face.

"Soon... Soon..."