Hearing this name.
Jiang Yuechu finally showed some interest.
The Dao Cultivation provided by this demonic monk and the deceased Abbot Wangyou was truly bizarre.
"What did they say?"
Xu Changfeng took a deep breath and slowly uttered three words.
"Immortal Burial Pass."
Jiang Yuechu slightly furrowed her brow.
"Where is that place?"
"According to the confessions of those three, Forget-Infatuation disappeared sixty years ago, and he went to this Immortal Burial Pass."
Xu Changfeng's expression was solemn.
"It is said that it is a desolate land located in the far north of the Great Tang. It was there that Forget-Infatuation obtained the so-called Spirit Seizing Technique."
"Spirit Seizing Technique?"
Hearing this name, Jiang Yuechu slightly raised her eyebrow.
The name sounds suspiciously similar to my hundred demons compendium.
Xu Changfeng did not notice Jiang Yuechu's unusual reaction, but said solemnly, "The so-called spirit seizing involves capturing demons alive, refining them using a secret technique while they are still living, and forcibly merging them into one's own body."
"Not only can this be used to transform it into one's Spiritual Seal and step into the Four Stages of Entry, but it can even... seize the long Lifespan of the demons."
Speaking of this, Xu Changfeng paused, a flicker of disgust passing through his eyes.
"The reason that Abbot of the Precious Temple was able to return to youth was precisely because he seized the Lifespan of a Great Demon."
After listening, Jiang Yuechu nodded thoughtfully.
Oh... listening to that.
It sounds like a censored version of my hundred demons compendium.
"Such an evil technique must come with a huge price, right?"
Jiang Yuechu asked casually.
"That is correct."
Xu Changfeng nodded, "Although those three old monks don't know the specific method, they heard Forget-Infatuation mention it."
"This method goes against the natural Dao. The practitioner has a chance of gradually losing their humanity as the Demonic Qi accumulates within their body..."
Xu Changfeng looked at Jiang Yuechu, his expression serious.
"My Lord, this Immortal Burial Pass is absolutely not a benevolent place."
"If this method is allowed to spread, the consequences would be unimaginable."
"This subordinate suggests that we should immediately report this to the General Bureau and request the Imperial Court send people to thoroughly investigate the matter."
Jiang Yuechu neither confirmed nor denied it.
Of course, she knew this thing was a scourge.
But there are plenty of scourges in this world.
She hasn't even cleaned up her own little patch of land yet.
How could she have the leisure to worry about matters on the horizon?
"Since that is the case, you write the memorial."
Xu Changfeng was stunned: "Huh?"
Jiang Yuechu pointed to the pen and ink on the desk: "Compile everything those three old bald donkeys confessed, down to the smallest detail, into a volume, and then write a letter and send it to the General Bureau in Chang'an."
"As for whether the higher-ups send someone to investigate or treat it as a joke, that is no longer our concern."
"This subordinate... accepts the order."
...Western Regions Demon Court.
Magnificent and opulent, a pool of wine and a forest of meat.
Dozens of graceful Fox Maidens, clad only in thin gauze, were dancing to decadent music.
And on the massive throne covered with thick tiger fur.
The Maori Demon King was lying there, completely bored.
He held a plump, crimson grape in his hand, but he didn't eat it.
He simply tossed it up and caught it with his mouth.
"Great King, drink one more cup~"
A beautiful Fox Maiden nestled in his arms raised a wine cup, her eyes seductive.
The Maori Demon King chuckled, reaching out and squeezing the Fox Maiden's plump backside.
"Drink! Keep drinking!"
"In this world, simply being alive is the greatest cultivation! Conquering the world or reviving the Yao Race—that's all nonsense!"
"Only the wine in this cup and the person in my arms are real and tangible."
Just as he opened his mouth to drink.
His movement suddenly paused.
His originally gentle aura instantly became sharp.
"Get out."
The Fox Maiden froze, still not having reacted.
She felt a wave of Demonic Qi sweep out, pushing her and all the dancers in the hall out completely.
Inside the great hall, silence instantly descended.
The air, which had been dry, now became humid and sticky.
The Maori Demon King slowly sat up straight.
The frivolous expression on his face vanished.
In front of his line of sight.
Where there had been nothing, the air rippled like water.
Two figures slowly emerged.
The person on the left was clad in a snow-white long robe, his face gaunt and sinister, his cheekbones high, and his eyes a dead gray.
The person on the right was dressed in an elegant blue gown, even holding a folding fan in his hand, with a gentle smile on his face.
But the faint pressure emanating from these two people.
Proclaimed their strength.
Seed Lotus... Demon King!
"Oh."
The man in the blue gown snapped open his folding fan and smiled as he looked around.
"Brother Maori, you certainly live a much more comfortable life than we do."
"Fine wine and beautiful women—it truly makes this older brother envious."
The Maori Demon King's eye twitched.
He took a deep breath, stood up from the throne, forced a smile, and cupped his hands.
"I was unaware of the presence of the two Demon Kings. I failed to welcome you, please forgive me."
Jiao Li, Jiao Xuan.
These two are truly prominent figures within the White Flood Dragon Clan.
Especially the white-robed man named Jiao Li.
It is rumored that a thousand years ago, he completely devoured a small kingdom on the border of the Western Regions, leaving no descendants.
He can be said to be infamous.
"Hmph."
Jiao Li, Demon King glared at him coldly, ignoring his pleasantries.
"Cut the nonsense."
"That girl Jiao Xu is dead, you know this. Since His Majesty the Demon Emperor commanded you to go... now that so much time has passed, why haven't you returned with the killer's head to report back?"
A chilling killing intent instantly locked onto the Maori Demon King.
The Maori Demon King cursed inwardly, calling it bad luck.
He knew these long worms were the most troublesome.
They were here to demand an explanation.
"The two of you don't know the full story."
The Maori Demon King wore a bitter expression, looking utterly wronged.
"This King did go to the Region, and I did find the killer."
"It's just that..."
"Just what?" Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King asked with a smile, though the mirth didn't reach his eyes. "Could it be that the killer has three heads and six arms, making it impossible even for a dignified Lotus Cultivation Demon King like you to capture?"
"Three heads and six arms, no."
The Maori Demon King sighed, looking deeply shaken.
"But that killer is a tough opponent! She's a Human Race girl, only seventeen or eighteen years old."
"Seventeen or eighteen years old?"
Jiao Li, Demon King sneered, his eyes full of mockery.
"Maori, are you playing games with this King?"
"An inexperienced, immature brat killed Jiao Xu, who had Core Formation cultivation? And she even managed to scare you, a Demon King, back here?"
"Have you lived your thousands of years in vain?"
"Hey, Brother Li, calm down."
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King waved his hand, interrupting Jiao Li, and looked at Maori with interest.
"Since our younger brother says so, there must be a reason."
"Tell us, what is so special about that girl?"
Seeing this, the Maori Demon King quickly took the opportunity to explain.
"The two of you don't know, but although that girl is young, her entire cultivation is mysterious and unpredictable!"
"Moreover..."
He paused, speaking mysteriously: "And she has someone backing her!"