The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 126 - 111: The Visceral Stone Realm Is a Joke! Do You Want to Live?

Chapter 126: Chapter 111: The Visceral Stone Realm Is a Joke! Do You Want to Live?

Yang An had been standing on a roof beam, observing the battle. He could already foresee Wen Yin’s eventual defeat.

Although she could suppress the two Visceral Stone Realm Cultivators in close combat, she couldn’t inflict any real damage on them.

Wen Yin’s combat prowess was formidable, but the difference between the Primordial Feeding Realm and the Visceral Stone Realm was a qualitative leap. The gap was just too wide.

Unless one could destroy a Visceral Stone Realm Cultivator’s entire physical body in a single instant, all attacks were ultimately futile.

But if she could break through to the Visceral Stone Realm, she would undoubtedly be a terrifyingly powerful presence among Cultivators of the same level.

Just as Wen Yin was losing ground and the two Cultivators were about to deliver the killing blow, Yang An had braced himself to launch a sneak attack. To his surprise, however, Ji Bu made a move.

Although the man himself was nowhere to be seen, the two ferocious beasts formed from countless strips of cloth were his most recognizable trademark.

The two beasts swallowed the Visceral Stone Realm Cultivators in one gulp, then immediately disintegrated into innumerable cloth strips that scattered and were withdrawn in an instant.

But after the cloth strips dispersed, the two Cultivators who had been swallowed were gone!

Yang An’s gaze tightened. He couldn’t sense even a trace of the two Cultivators’ auras.

’Dead?’

’Just like that?’

An instant kill!

The two Cultivators didn’t even leave behind a corpse. They had vanished completely after being devoured by the beasts.

The sight sent a chill down Yang An’s spine.

’Have Visceral Stone Realm Cultivators become so easy to kill?’

No.

The only explanation was that Ji Bu was too strong. The two Visceral Stone Realm Cultivators couldn’t withstand his attack, couldn’t even resist, and were gone in a flash.

’Such a massive gap... Is Ji Bu at the Corpse Transformation Realm?’

Watching the countless scattered cloth strips quickly disappear from view, Yang An suddenly felt he had underestimated the strength of his martial siblings.

’Every one of them is probably even stronger than I imagined.’

’And here I am, still so weak, not even at the Visceral Stone Realm.’

’No! I have to work even harder after this is over!’

He originally thought he could relax a little after reaching the Visceral Stone Realm and gaining an Undying Body. But now, it seemed the Visceral Stone Realm was nothing!

The two Visceral Stone Realm Cultivators had been annihilated in an instant. Wen Yin, however, was still trapped hysterically within the city wall, apparently having lost her sanity after summoning that Evil Spirit’s phantom.

Yang An hesitated for a moment, but decided to go take a look.

He took a step, leaped down from the rooftop, and landed on the ground, walking toward Wen Yin.

But as he walked, Yang An’s steps faltered.

He looked up. Wen Yin had been struggling inside a deep crater she’d been knocked into on the city wall, but now, she had suddenly vanished.

Not only that, but all the various clamoring sounds from the surroundings had also vanished in an instant.

The figures of the frantically fleeing civilians were also gone.

In the single breath it took for him to jump down, the entire area had suddenly become empty and deathly silent.

’Something’s wrong!’

Yang An scanned his surroundings. Everyone had disappeared. It was as if this had suddenly become a deserted city with him as its sole inhabitant.

Just then, a light breeze blew from behind him, and a shadow suddenly appeared at his feet.

Yang An was instantly horrified. Without a second thought, he activated all his Techniques.

In a flash, a five-colored light erupted from Yang An’s body, interspersed with Golden Radiance that transformed into countless flying needles, zipping rapidly around him.

At the same time, he used the Qi Seal Sensing Technique to place a Qi Seal on the figure that had suddenly appeared behind him.

But even after activating all his Techniques, the sense of crisis in Yang An’s heart didn’t lessen in the slightest.

’Run!’

Yang An unhesitatingly activated the Qi Guang Technique. In an instant, he absorbed all the light into his body, turning into a figure filled with multicolored light that quickly stretched into a brilliant streak and fled into the distance.

But just as he teleported a hundred meters away, a white figure appeared and blocked his path, then gently pushed out a palm.

The palm’s movement was extremely slow—so slow it was visible to the naked eye. Even a child could probably react to it.

But Yang An found he couldn’t dodge. It was as if he couldn’t control his own body, and he charged straight into it.

He could only watch as the palm landed weightlessly on him, utterly unable to stop or resist it.

A suffocating sense of pressure washed over him.

But just as the palm landed on his chest, when Yang An expected to be blown to pieces...

He suddenly froze.

It was as if someone had pressed a pause button. He stopped without any warning, unable to even move his body.

Simultaneously, all the light he had absorbed into his body using the Qi Guang Technique dissipated in that same instant, and his body returned to its normal flesh-and-blood form.

’This...’

Yang An was dumbfounded.

He hadn’t canceled the Qi Guang Technique, his Mana wasn’t blocked in any way, and there was nothing unusual about his body at all—except that he couldn’t move.

But under that single palm strike, every Technique he had activated had vanished.

And now, Yang An finally saw the figure standing before him.

It was a figure completely shrouded in a white robe, its build and face completely obscured.

A white mask covered its face, etched with countless lines, hiding all facial features without a single gap.

Furthermore, Yang An couldn’t sense the person’s Cultivation Level or aura. It was as if this person didn’t exist at all, yet they were standing right in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the suffocating pressure from before had vanished without a trace, and even the sense of crisis had quietly dissipated.

It felt as if the person standing before him was just someone of no consequence.

Yang An wanted to speak, but a voice—sounding like a man’s—came from under the mask first.

"What’s your name?"

"..."

The question was a bit sudden. Yang An hadn’t expected to be asked this and was momentarily speechless.

The figure just faced him, no more than a foot of distance between them, quietly waiting for his answer.

"...Mu’an."

Yang An felt that if he didn’t answer, he’d likely be a corpse on the ground the next moment, so he gave his alias.

But unexpectedly, upon hearing his answer, the figure suddenly reached out and beckoned with a finger. Yang An immediately felt a slight sting in his arm.

The next second, a thread of blood was drawn from his hand, controlled by the person before him to trace a mysterious and esoteric pattern in the air.

And when the pattern was fully drawn by the thread of blood, the crimson liquid instantly turned black and then disintegrated.

"A lie. I’ll give you one last chance."

"..."

The figure’s tone was flat.

But seeing this, Yang An could not remain calm.

’They can do that?!’

"...Yang An."

"An, as in eucalyptus?"

"Yes."

Another faint sting, and a new thread of blood was drawn from Yang An’s hand.

This time, after tracing the pattern in the air, the blood didn’t disintegrate. Instead, it gradually solidified and transformed into a streak of light that shot into the space between Yang An’s eyebrows.

Unable to move, Yang An could only watch as the streak of light vanished. He immediately felt something enter his brain, and an icy sensation instantly filled his entire body, though it returned to normal after a few breaths.

’Don’t tell me I’ve been cursed?’

A bad premonition immediately surfaced in Yang An’s mind, and he hurriedly looked at the person before him.

"Senior, we have no grievance or grudge between us, and we’ve never met. What are you trying to do?"

"You took something of mine, so I came looking for you."

"Something?"

’Crap! He’s really with the group that set up the Array in Liuyun City!’

’This is terrible,’ Yang An thought. He immediately remembered the Magical Artifact he had taken from the top floor of the tavern.

"I can return it to you, Senior. You can act as if nothing ever happened."

"No, I don’t intend to take it back. It already belongs to you."

"..."

’Crap! He’s going to kill me right here and now!’

"Aren’t you afraid my Senior Brother will find out? My Senior Brother is a Corpse Transformation Realm Cultivator, and he’s in the city right now.

If anything happens to me, he’ll know immediately."

At this point, Yang An had no choice but to bluff. Whether it would work or not, he had to try.

"It’s just a measly Corpse Transformation Realm. He won’t notice."

’A measly... Corpse Transformation Realm...’

Yang An sucked in a sharp breath.

’Even the Corpse Transformation Realm is so insignificant in his eyes?’

’It’s better to believe it than not. Just how terrifying must his Cultivation Level be?’

’A Zombie God? Or an even more terrifying realm beyond that?’

To think that the small Liuyun City could involve such a terrifying powerhouse... For a moment, Yang An was at a loss for words.

At that moment, only four words echoed in his mind: ’My life is over!’

"I ask, you answer."

"Okay."

The white-robed man spoke again, and Yang An could only reply with resignation.

He was now a fish on the chopping block, ready to be carved up, completely unable to resist.

"Do you know that you are an Innate Flesh Mushroom?"

"An Innate Flesh Mushroom? What’s that?"

Yang An asked in confusion. He seemed to recall hearing this term from his sixth Senior Brother, Jin Tong, who had also called him a Flesh Mushroom back then.

But he didn’t know what it meant.

"Everything related to cultivation comes with a price. A constitution that can suppress the backlash of that price is that of an Innate Flesh Mushroom.

I can sense that your aura is very pure; it must be this type of constitution. But it seems you are unaware."

’A constitution that suppresses the backlash of the price?’

Yang An’s heart skipped a beat, but he quickly had another thought.

’No, that’s not right!’

’I don’t suppress the price. I have a special Golden Finger ability that can directly perform Purification on the price—or more accurately, eliminate it—so I don’t have to bear it at all.’

’Even the info boxes that pop up when I touch things are definitely not something from this world.’

’Although I still don’t know if this ability only works on myself, I’m certain that I’m not just *suppressing* the price.’

’Suppression and elimination are two completely different concepts.’

’In other words, I’m not an Innate Flesh Mushroom, but he thinks I am.’

’It seems that some Cultivators in this world can suppress the price, which makes them appear very similar to me.’

Yang An’s mind raced. His Golden Finger was his greatest secret, something he could never reveal to anyone, not even on pain of death.

Since the man was convinced he was an Innate Flesh Mushroom, he might as well play along.

"Senior has a discerning eye."

The white-robed man paused, then slowly said,

"Innate Flesh Mushrooms are one in ten thousand, but all roads lead to the same end. The moment you step into the Corpse Transformation Realm, all the suppressed prices will erupt at once and kill you. Your time is running out.

Especially since you’ve cultivated so many Light Magic techniques. Even I have never seen anyone so audacious. If you try to break through to the Corpse Transformation Realm in the future, your death is all but certain."

"..."

’Is it that terrifying? Good thing I’m not actually an Innate Flesh Mushroom.’

Yang An thought to himself, but his face immediately adopted a look of terror to match the news.

Then he heard the white-robed man say,

"So, I came here today to ask you just one question.

Do you want to live?"