Gu Er, standing nearby, was utterly captivated.
"She... she just came back to life?"
A living corpse, flesh and bone restored – was this even possible for a human?
Gu Junshi grasped the demon's corpse, now fully restored, in her hand. "It's merely a vessel temporarily created using death qi. It won't last long."
Although Gu Er wasn't particularly well-informed, he knew this was incredibly potent. While some methods existed in the cultivation world to achieve similar feats, they required rare treasures. Unlike his sister, who had achieved this seemingly effortlessly.
Gu Er was perplexed. "Sister, what are you planning to do with the demon identity?"
"It has its uses."
Gu Junshi emerged from her divine consciousness space, along with the demon corpse. This demon was female, with a small face, ample bosom, a slender waist, and long, straight, well-proportioned legs. Her black hair cascaded down to her waist. Her skin wasn't the fair complexion of traditional beauties but possessed a dusky, night-like hue. Yet, her features were exquisitely defined, and one had to admit, demon women possessed a naturally captivating allure.
Gu Junshi placed a finger on her smooth forehead, and a dark, intricate demonic symbol appeared. The center of the formation spun, and in the next moment, the demon's closed eyes slowly opened.
"At most, it can last ten days. Even if the process is accelerated, the male supporting character's storyline must be completed smoothly."
The male supporting character, Xiao Chenmu, had a three-step plot: first, healing and developing feelings; second, the demon's death, causing guilt and prompting a search for the killer; and third, being framed and expelled from the Void Gate by the sect leader.
The demon fell to the ground and looked down at herself, attempting to gauge her strength and feel the demonic energy within. "Yes, you should go lie down in the West Cliff wing. I will handle the rest."
Gu Junshi nodded. They exchanged a brief update. The demon was her clone. Currently, Gu Yi's main body, having opened the "Yellow Springs Gate" and subsequently reshaped the demon's bones and body, had overextended itself and required rest to recover.
With her consciousness now split, Gu Junshi was fully aware of the demon puppet's actions. Should Gu Junshi fall into a deep sleep, the demon puppet would gain a more comprehensive consciousness.
After transforming into the demon puppet, Gu Junshi's next course of action was naturally to expose herself. She didn't bother to devise a new method; instead, she followed Mu Nanxue's old path, intending to cause a disturbance at the "Small Competition" arena and get herself arrested.
She mused for a moment, changing into a sexy black outfit. The skin-tight fabric on the upper body wrapped around her shoulders and chest, revealing her long neck and alluring collarbones. Her curves flowed downwards, cinched at the waist, then into a flowing, dark skirt that opened at the thigh. With every sway, she exuded a captivating, yet not vulgar, charm, her eyes sparkling with enchanting allure.
Which arena should she disrupt?
Perhaps Lu Ziyin’s would be best. It was better to choose the familiar than the unknown. According to the original plot, it was also because of him that Mu Nanxue's demon identity was exposed.
Just as Gu Junshi was about to find Lu Ziyin, she suddenly sensed that the protective enchantment she had placed on her little husband had activated once.
Her gaze darkened.
This indicated that he had fallen into a desperate situation.
Who could it be?
Given his current strength, she couldn't think of anyone other than the top ten contenders in the initial trials who could inflict such severe injuries upon him.
She immediately changed her mind and, with a flash, appeared at the arena where her little husband and the others were.
Clad in black, she floated gracefully in the air, looking down. She happened to see her little husband's chest stained crimson. He must have injured his internal organs, as he was pressing a hand to his chest and coughing up blood.
Opposite him stood a beautiful youth in a dark robe with red patterns. His ornate hair tie was nestled in his lustrous, ink-black hair, exuding arrogance and a commanding presence. In his palm, spiritual energy condensed into an ice shard. The icy glow reflected in his light brown phoenix eyes, sizing up Liu Jiang Fusheng with a look of disdain and coldness.
"Heavenly Spirit Root? Ha, nothing more than that."
Yan Tianjiao!
It was him.
Upon seeing him, Gu Junshi understood how her little husband had been injured.
This person had no regard for martial ethics. Her little husband, lacking in practical combat experience, had likely been ambushed by the opponent's preemptive strike.
Meeting Yan Tianjiao’s gaze and subjected to his verbal taunts, Liu Jiang Fusheng showed little emotion. He licked his lips, which were tinged with a cool scarlet. The lower lids of his eyes showed a hint of redness, and his flowing robes fluttered, making him appear even more vibrant and alluring.
"Sneak attack, and you're proud of it?"
Yan Tianjiao frowned, not agreeing with his conclusion. "I heard you came from the mortal realm. Haven't you heard a saying, 'a swift knife cuts through tangled hemp'?"
Liu Jiang Fusheng paused at the remark.
Gu Junshi, who was concealing her presence above, also paused.
Was that even an idiom? And was it used like that?
Liu Jiang Fusheng looked at him again, a sneer emerging in his eyes. He precisely retorted, "Illiterate."
Throughout his life, Yan Tianjiao detested being objectified for his looks and, more than anything, being perceived as uneducated or having shallow knowledge. His face instantly contorted, resembling a sky filled with dark clouds and raging lightning.
"What... did... you... say?"
Yan Tianjiao, possessing a mutated Ice Spirit Root, raised his hand. The ice prisms on his hand gathered surging spiritual power, lifting a thick chunk of ice and hurtling it towards Liu Jiang Fusheng.
Liu Jiang Fusheng did not confront him head-on but chose to dodge. However, a volley of ice arrows then shot out from behind.
He remained rooted in place, rapidly drawing his arm to activate a sword art. A sword formation appeared, and flying swords equal in number to the ice arrows shot out, colliding with the ice cones.
Instantly, a mass of ice mist dispersed, and the temperature plummeted. The atomized water floating in the air froze, dripping onto the ground as ice chunks.
The strength of these two was evenly matched, but Yan Tianjiao had already severely wounded Liu Jiang Fusheng from the start, preventing him from engaging in a prolonged battle. He either had to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop or be worn down and defeated.
Making a decisive move, Liu Jiang Fusheng unleashed his spiritual sword.
"Eight Desolations Six Harmonies Art – Mystic Star Sword Rain!"
Vast spiritual power gathered around him, like an undulating ocean, majestic and spectacular. The killing intent of a sword cultivator was always the most dominant and unyielding among all cultivators; no sword cultivator was soft-hearted.
Seeing the opponent unleash his ultimate move, Yan Tianjiao naturally did not want to be outdone. He was not purely a magic cultivator either.
Using the obscuring haze of the cold mist, he flew to meet Liu Jiang Fusheng at eye level. Behind him, as if from thousands of mountains and valleys, countless moths fluttered and vibrated, and the world turned grey.
"Ice Moth Senluo –"
The ice moths behind him merged with the cold mist and rapidly charged towards Liu Jiang Fusheng. These were not ordinary moths; when they formed a dense Senluo, they would isolate all spiritual energy, creating a vacuum zone. If one were surrounded by them, they would be devoured and dissolved, unable to escape.
This was Yan Tianjiao's unique skill and a terrifyingly potent technique.
But at the same time, beneath his feet, beside his arms, above his head, in the direction he stared with astonishment, a blinding light erupted everywhere, a constant barrage of approaching sword formations.
Were these two planning a mutual destruction?