Chapter 115: Shining Debut

"What kind of poison is this? It could affect a Fourth Grade Expert without them realizing it?"

In the darkness, fierce wind carried rain into the inn, splattering against Cheng Ruiwu and sending a chill through his heart.

To possess such a potent poison—this was certainly no ordinary force.

He and that Blue-Clad Constable hadn’t eaten anything since entering the inn.

That meant the strange poison must have been lingering in the air, taking effect after they inhaled it.

This was a colorless, odorless poison. To possess such a thing was definitely not something a typical faction could manage.

He suddenly recalled a recent rumor. His heart sank. He could only grip his younger sister’s hand tightly and secretly pass her a Detoxifying Pill.

This Detoxifying Pill was specially crafted by his sect, quite rare and precious. Yet after taking it, it showed no effect at all. That only showed how terrifying this poison truly was.

"What rat dares skulk in the shadows? Get out here, now!"

In the darkness, the furious voice of the Blue-Clad Constable rang out.

"Hahaha——"

From above the inn came a sudden burst of mad laughter. "Duan Peicheng, weren’t you always looking for me? Now, I’m here."

Cheng Ruiwu’s heart clenched.

He instinctively turned his head and saw the shop attendant who had been hiding behind the counter step out with an arrogant look.

It was him!

Cheng Ruiwu was stunned.

That very shop attendant had greeted him earlier, bowing and scraping.

No one would have suspected that this man was actually a predator in sheep’s clothing, playing them all for fools.

Right—this man had been the one to light the wall lamps earlier.

He recalled a key detail.

It must have been then that the poison was added to the lamp oil, leading to them being poisoned without realizing it.

Blue-Clad Constable Duan Peicheng sneered, "The mighty Demon Heir of the Blood Demon Sect, stooping to pretend to be a shop attendant, bowing and scraping? If this gets out, wouldn’t it be a joke?"

The shop attendant coldly replied, "Simple—just make sure it doesn’t get out."

Cheng Ruiwu’s heart sank as he listened to the exchange.

So it really was the Blood Demon Sect!

And that shop attendant was actually the current Demon Heir of the Blood Demon Sect.

Given the Blood Demon Sect’s ways, their fates would likely be worse than death.

His heart filled with bitterness.

He tightened his grip on his sister’s hand, reached into his robes with the other hand, and grasped a dagger firmly, a determined glint flashing in his eyes.

He had clearly made up his mind.

……

Duan Peicheng scoffed, "If you were confident in killing me, you wouldn’t need such lowly tricks. I’m poisoned now and you still don’t dare to strike. With such cowardice, calling you a turtle is being generous."

The shop attendant’s face flickered with anger but quickly calmed. He suddenly shouted, "Deng Ziyang, stop hiding. I know you’re here. As long as you kill this man, I’ll let bygones be bygones."

This name was unfamiliar to most people.

Only Huo Qianqian, hiding under the table, was startled by the familiar name.

Could it be him?

Then again, it might just be someone with the same name.

Just then, a somewhat familiar voice rang out. "So, you’re the true Demon Heir! No wonder that fool from Qingfeng City caused such a storm—he was merely a shield you put forward."

Huo Qianqian couldn’t help poking her head out. In the darkness, she saw someone stepping forward from the back.

Upon a closer look—it really was Deng Ziyang.

Her heart trembled.

Wasn’t Deng Ziyang working for the Six Doors Authority? How could he be involved with the Demon Heir of the Blood Demon Sect?

The shop attendant said, "Deng Ziyang, you’re a smart one. All the disciples in Qingfeng City were wiped out—only you left early and escaped. I admire you. Kill this man, and I’ll pass you the fourth level of the Blood Demon True Scripture, helping you break through to Fourth Grade."

Deng Ziyang remained silent for a moment, then said, "And if I refuse?"

"Hahaha……"

The shop attendant laughed wildly again. "Deng Ziyang, Deng Ziyang, I thought you were clever. Who knew you’d be this foolish? Don’t you get it? From the moment you started cultivating the Blood Demon True Scripture, there was no turning back. Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you’re still a demonic cultivator, a heretic to be killed on sight. There’s no place left for you in this world."

Deng Ziyang said nothing, but his breathing grew heavy—clearly shaken.

"Deng Lang."

Just then, a woman stepped out from behind him and grasped his hand tightly.

……

"Second Senior Sister?"

Huo Qianqian and several female disciples of the Xiaoshui Sect were all shocked to hear that extremely familiar voice.

Why was their Second Senior Sister being so close with someone from the Blood Demon Sect?

She was about to be married!

And she called him "Deng Lang".

For a moment, it felt like their world was collapsing.

……

"Tsk tsk."

The shop attendant saw the woman appear and suddenly understood. "So that’s why you turned so foolish—it was all for a woman. Truly pathetic, beyond saving."

He couldn’t be bothered to say more. Fools trapped by love, unable to sever emotional ties—saying anything more was a waste of breath. "You may leave."

"Leave? No one’s going anywhere!"

At that moment, an angry shout exploded through the air.

The sound was so intense that the ordinary people in the room immediately fainted.

Those with lower cultivation felt dizzy and nauseous.

"Martial Aunt Wang!"

The disciples of the Xiaoshui Sect, including Huo Qianqian, were overjoyed.

The Martial Aunt Wang they had been praying for had finally appeared. With her taking action, they might be safe.

They had immense confidence in Martial Aunt Wang’s strength.

……

Wang Yumei, relying on her sect’s special Detoxifying Pill and powerful inner strength, temporarily suppressed the strange poison in her body and immediately rushed outside.

She instantly spotted the man holding her disciple Zhu Xixi’s hand. Like an enraged lioness, she charged at him with blazing eyes, ready to strike him dead with a single palm.

"Master, no—"

Zhu Xixi was shocked pale the moment she saw her master appear.

She was all too familiar with her master's temperament.

Without even thinking, she stepped forward to shield Deng Ziyang behind her.

Wang Yumei's palm stopped abruptly when it was just an inch above her disciple’s head.

Facing the disciple she had raised for more than ten years, she softened at the last moment.

Bang!

Deng Ziyang, who was protected behind Zhu Xixi, was struck hard and collapsed to the ground.

Wang Yumei said coldly, "Do you think you can protect him?"

"Deng Lang!"

Zhu Xixi cried out in anguish and hurried to check Deng Ziyang's injuries.

"Watch out!"

At that moment, Duan Peicheng shouted sharply.

Wang Yumei felt a chill surge across her back.

Just as she was about to evade, she suddenly noticed a delay in her true qi flow.

The poison in her body had flared up at this critical moment.

With a hiss, a longsword pierced straight through her abdomen.

Wang Yumei struck back with her palm, hitting the attacker squarely on the shoulder.

A cracking sound echoed—it was the sound of bones breaking.

The shop attendant was sent flying by the palm strike, coughing blood midair.

"Master!"

Zhu Xixi was overwhelmed with grief upon seeing her master gravely wounded and rushed over to support her.

Wang Yumei's lips were stained with blood. Seeing that her disciple still had some conscience left, she felt slightly consoled. She snorted and rasped, "Not dying..."

Zhu Xixi wept uncontrollably.

With both her lover and her master seriously injured, she didn’t know whom to tend to first.

Supporting her master while worrying about Deng Ziyang’s injuries—her heart was torn.

……

At that moment, a chilling saber qi exploded within the inn.

Duan Peicheng seized the opportunity and decisively struck, charging at the wounded shop attendant.

"You’ve fallen into my trap!"

The shop attendant grinned eerily.

As Duan Peicheng closed in, a hissing sound could be heard.

Not good!

Before Duan Peicheng could react, he felt a numbness in his chest—he had been struck by hidden weapons. His gaze sharpened as he channeled all his inner qi and brought his saber down in a powerful slash.

Clang—his blade struck, and the shop attendant's longsword snapped in two.

The smile on the shop attendant’s face froze.

Panic flashed in his eyes. He tried to dodge but was too late—the saber cleaved into his shoulder, nearly severing the entire arm.

"Aaah—"

He let out a wretched scream, lashed out with a kick, and sent Duan Peicheng flying. He himself also collapsed, completely drained.

Crash...

In that moment, only the sound of rain outside and Zhu Xixi’s sobs remained inside the inn.

No one present could have expected such an outcome.

The three individuals who could decide everyone’s fate were all gravely injured.

……

Cheng Ruiwu held his sister’s hand tightly. The fierce battle just now had drenched his clothes in sweat.

The situation had reached its most intense point.

The shop attendant, Duan Peicheng, and Martial Aunt Wang—whichever of the three regained mobility first could easily eliminate the other two.

He prayed silently in his heart—just let it not be the shop attendant.

If that Demon Heir of the Blood Demon Sect recovered first, none of them would escape death.

Just then, the shop attendant pulled a porcelain bottle from his robe and took out a pill to swallow.

A peculiar fragrance spread throughout the inn, stirring a primal hunger within him, making him want to charge forward and snatch it away.

It was a Human Pill!

Cheng Ruiwu immediately realized what was in that bottle—rumored to be refined from the blood and flesh essence of martial artists.

Once consumed, it could directly boost one’s strength.

A bead of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

If the shop attendant recovered first and regained control, his own fate would likely be to be refined into a Human Pill.

After taking the Human Pill, the shop attendant’s bleeding quickly stopped. He sat cross-legged on the ground, clearly digesting the pill.

Not good!

Cheng Ruiwu panicked internally.

After consuming the Human Pill, the Demon Heir might soon recover.

What to do?

At that moment, Duan Peicheng spoke weakly, "Miss Zhu, kill that Demon Heir quickly. Otherwise, once he recovers, everyone here will suffer."

Still overcome with grief, Zhu Xixi finally stopped crying. Gritting her teeth, she picked up a longsword from the ground.

The shop attendant also spoke up. "Young lady, I have no intent to harm you. Just now, I let you and your lover go. If you don’t leave now, when will you? Once your master recovers, your lover will surely die."

His words struck Zhu Xixi's weakness, and she began hesitating again.

Duan Peicheng urged anxiously, "Miss Zhu, do you want to watch your master and fellow disciples be humiliated and refined into Human Pills?"

The shop attendant added, "I swear before the Demon Lord—I will not harm your fellow disciples. If I break this oath, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death."

Zhu Xixi held the sword, standing in place.

She looked at her master, whose face was as pale as paper, then at the unconscious Deng Ziyang, torn between two choices.

Just then, Wang Yumei said weakly, "Xi’er, kill him!"

Zhu Xixi took a deep breath, finally made her decision, and walked up to the shop attendant, stabbing the sword toward his chest.

Just as the Demon Heir was about to die on the spot, Zhu Xixi’s body suddenly went limp—she collapsed to the ground, unable even to hold her sword, which clattered to the floor.

This sudden twist stunned everyone.

No one knew what had happened to her.

"Hahahaha——"

The shop attendant burst into wild laughter, shaking the roof with his voice, full of vigor—his injuries were clearly healing.

It was over.

Everyone present felt a chill in their hearts.

"What the hell are you screaming about? Can’t a man get some sleep?"

At that moment, a grumbling voice came from above the rooftop.

Everyone present was stunned.

Someone was up there?

Rumble rumble!

Thunder boomed outside again, followed by a flash of lightning.

A figure leapt down from the beam and landed lightly on the ground.

Everyone saw clearly—this person wore a bamboo hat, dressed in coarse hemp clothes, with a black-sheathed long saber cradled in his arms, a bamboo stick between his lips, and a roguish arrogance between his brows.

Cheng Ruiwu suddenly felt his younger sister trembling violently. Her teeth were chattering, clearly terrified of the man before them.

A flash of realization struck his mind—he guessed the man's identity.

Mad Saber!

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