Chapter 17 Hidden Demon Qi
My life had been bought with Flood Dragon Father's own life.
Only this last lifetime was left.
Then my soul would be complete.
I really was afraid of death...
But the danger marker above Qin Ruoyi had darkened from red to nearly black.
My task frame kept flashing wildly with warnings.
【修正任务！】
【修正任务！宿主！】
All at once, a strange voice rang out, sharp as it shouted. It went silent for a moment, as if it had found something wrong, and then it questioned me in a stern tone.
【等一下……你不是我们安排的宿主，你是谁？！】
"What is there to ask? I'm your father." I answered flatly. I had been about to curse a few more lines.
Then I saw Xue Qianxing preparing a hidden move to ambush Qin Ruoyi.
In that instant.
A thick surge of black qi blasted Xue Qianxing away. He rolled more than ten meters across the ground before he stopped.
Xue Qianxing's mouth was full of blood. Shocked and uncertain, he looked toward the source of the black qi.
And the source of that black qi.
Was me, of course.
I copied the haughty bearing of Qin Ruoyi, that cold woman, and raised my hand with no expression.
Demonic qi behind me shot into the sky and smashed apart the blood qi from that vortex.
Qinghe Immortal Venerable and Qin Ruoyi both froze.
My senior and junior brothers went blank too.
Faced with demonic qi across the sky, the square went silent for a rare breath.
Didn't expect that, did you. I had hidden power of my own too.
The corner of my mouth lifted.
I liked the show I had just put on.
Lu Mingming stammered at me. "Little Junior Sister, aren't you at Foun-Foundation Establishment?"
"Yeah." I nodded.
"If we're talking spiritual qi." I held up a tiny bit of my little finger. "I'm this much."
"But if we're talking demonic qi..." Demonic qi surged up over my whole body. I already had the bearing of a demon cultivator at the Tribulation realm.
"We're saved, we're saved!"
Everyone was worked up. None of them seemed to notice that my body was shaking.
This mortal body would not hold for long. I had to finish it fast.
Xue Qianxing saw the turn and tried to flee.
I gathered demonic qi into a rope, locked his feet, and dragged him.
Countless fog ghosts formed from demonic qi screamed and rushed at Xue Qianxing.
Xue Qianxing struggled with all he had. He chopped spiritual qi at the fog ghosts, and he still roared at the people around him.
"She's a demon! Don't think she's anything good! Kill me, and the next ones killed will be you!"
The crowd went silent again. The air drew tight once more.
"What are you struggling for? Didn't Senior Brother want to give me a child? If you have the skill, then come over here, Senior Brother."
I smiled, cold and dark. My five fingers slowly closed, driving the fog ghosts to pull at him.
"Shameless woman!" Xue Qianxing's eyes were blood-red. The fog ghosts shoved him and bit him until he looked wretched.
I flashed in front of Xue Qianxing. Demonic qi shaped into a ghost claw, pinned him hard, and forced him to kneel before me.
I looked at Xue Qianxing, locked tight by demonic qi, and said it seriously.
"I told you I would tear your mouth apart. You didn't believe me?"
"Kill Qin Ruoyi!" Xue Qianxing could not break free. Red-eyed, he stared at me and screamed like he had gone mad. "Master, kill Qin Ruoyi!"
My face went cold at once. I raised my hand and pointed at Xue Qianxing.
Countless fog ghosts pushed black ghost claws into Xue Qianxing's mouth...
"Mmph..." Xue Qianxing shook his head in terror. "Ah—"
The ghost claws tore him apart alive. A mist of blood spread, full of the iron stink of blood.
The people in the square looked at me in fear. They backed away on instinct, afraid I would do the same to them.
After all, I was a demon, wasn't I?
I stayed where I was and tried to control this weak, powerless body.
No. Qinghe Immortal Venerable was not dead yet.
I looked at him.
From the way Qinghe Immortal Venerable looked at me, he seemed to be coming apart inside.
He did not seem to understand why I was a hidden demon-cultivator big figure.
He also did not seem to understand why Qin Ruoyi could hold a stalemate with him for so long.
Under Qin Ruoyi's attacks, he was already in a mess, retreating again and again.
By then, Qin Ruoyi looked close to spent too. The secret art she had used to raise her power looked like it had hurt her badly.
Qin Ruoyi glanced at me. After that glance, her eyes turned even fiercer and colder, as if she had caught that something was wrong with me.
She swept out a sword-flower. She stopped holding back. Every strike was packed with spiritual power, stabbing toward Qinghe Immortal Venerable's vital points.
Near the end, Qin Ruoyi looked restless and unsettled, like she was forcing down the urge to spit blood.
She gathered spiritual power with empty hands and slammed that vast force straight onto Qinghe Immortal Venerable!
A moment ago he had been a dignified elder in a white Daoist robe. Now that robe hung torn and ragged, soaked in blood, and he looked beaten into a wreck.
"Good disciple! I'll give you the refined essence-blood power, all right?" Qinghe Immortal Venerable dodged in a sorry state and tried wildly to persuade Qin Ruoyi.
What he got was Qin Ruoyi's last sword.
The spirit sword through his throat told him the answer.
Qinghe Immortal Venerable's head rolled on the ground. Qin Ruoyi's spirit sword flew out and nailed the skull to the earth.