Chapter 36 Part 2

Le Qingping slightly adjusted her expression, tore a few more rents at the hems of her skirt and sleeves to fake an intense battle, then staggered toward what was likely Zhang Sizhe’s hiding spot, as if fleeing pursuers.

“This… this place should be safe, right…?”

Le Qingping kept looking back, muttering to herself, then leaned against a large tree, panting heavily. Once she seemed to catch her breath, her face lit up with joy as she pulled a medicine bottle stamped with the Nine Spirits Sect’s mark from her sleeve.

“Not a bad haul. These are top-grade Feed Pellets from the already-destroyed Nine Spirits Sect—they’ll definitely fetch a good price!”

Le Qingping toyed with the bottle, even deliberately uncorking it and using her Demonic Qi to release the sweet fragrance of the Feed Pellets inside.

From the corner of her eye, she clearly saw the sparrow perk up its tail and lean forward, seemingly desperate to swoop down.

Le Qingping laid the bait. With a flick of her wrist, she quickly stowed the bottle and sighed, “Too bad I’m alone. There are still so many places unchecked… Whatever, it’s not my cultivation path anyway. I don’t tame spirit beasts, so this is fine.”

She looked around, seemingly orienting herself, then floated away lightly like a pink cloud.

A quarter-hour after Le Qingping left, Zhang Sizhe gritted his teeth, his face pale as he dismantled the Protective Formation and steeled himself to give chase.

The Purple Radiance Mountain Secret Realm was lively, and so was the Silent Night Palace on the other side.

A massive Dog Demon descended from the sky, crashing onto the wide plaza on the western side of Silent Night Palace with the momentum of a tiger charging down the mountain.

The white bone frame on the Dog Demon’s body was particularly conspicuous.

“Huh? Did the White Bone Sect send an advance notice?”

“Clearly not.”

“Which Daoist friend is this?”

“Who else? Look at that arrogant mad dog attitude—it’s definitely Ying Xiaotian.”

The next second, the massive White Bone Dog Demon turned into a streak of light, transforming into a white-clothed youth.

Ying Xiaotian grabbed the nearest cultivator aggressively. “Where’s your Palace Lord?”

The Golden Core Cultivator responsible for maintaining the palace’s Protective Formation was overwhelmed by the oncoming Demonic Qi, rolled his eyes, and very cooperatively fainted.

He didn’t want to hear the grudges between big shots!

Ying Xiaotian irritably said, “Why do all you Silent Night Palace cultivators do this? Fainting with rolled eyes at the drop of a hat?”

So what if they fainted? It’s not like you wouldn’t just slap them dead anyway?

Another Golden Core Cultivator who was half a beat slow and hadn’t fainted yet grumbled inwardly while plastering on a smile. “The Palace Lord is naturally in Changyin Palace. We underlings can’t just enter casually.”

Ordinary cultivators naturally wouldn’t barge into high-rank cultivators’ areas.

Disturbing a senior was a small matter; accidentally getting one’s mind disrupted by the ultra-pure Demonic Qi swirling around a high-rank cultivator’s residence, leading straight to Qi Deviation and madness—that was the real unfMineralseen disaster.

Upon hearing the Golden Core Cultivator, Ying Xiaotian casually tossed aside the eye-rolling cultivator, turned into a slender chain of bones, and sped toward the mountain gate’s grand hall at the top of Silent Night Palace.

The palace complexes of Silent Night Palace rose and fell one after another, neatly arranged in a square layout that concealed formations. Low, somber clouds swirled overhead, faintly connected to the distant sea, giving a hazy, illusory appearance from afar—perfectly embodying the essence of the lowest-tier Illusion Light Technique taught by Silent Night Palace.

In the center of Silent Night Palace stood a majestic palace, the sect’s external mountain gate. It was used only for receiving visits from other sects or for centennial celebrations and the like.

On ordinary days, even the grandest hall remained tightly shut with no one on guard.

An act like Ying Xiaotian’s—charging straight for Silent Night Palace’s mountain gate—would be utter disrespect, provocation, and troublemaking in any other sect.

But Ying Xiaotian wasn’t doing this for the first time, so even the Soul Transformation Cultivator on duty at the hall that fortnight pretended not to see, letting Ying Xiaotian crash right up to the hall.

Ying Xiaotian skirted around the hall to the rear pavilion.

The pavilion was hollow inside, with an open staircase leading straight to the bottom level. Ying Xiaotian leaped down, landing at the lowest floor before charging straight ahead.

The corridor was extremely long, soon reaching a door.

Two black-armored, masked guards stood at the entrance. As soon as Ying Xiaotian appeared, the two warriors lunged at him with long halberds.

Ying Xiaotian showed no fear. He raised his hand to summon two White Bone Python Beasts to block the guards, then kicked open the door in front of him with one foot.

“Pei Little Chicken! You tell me, that disciple of the Yellow Demon Granny bullied me… Uh…”

Ying Xiaotian’s words caught halfway.

The grand hall was empty. In the center stood a massive crimson-red tree-branch nest blooming like a flower, lined with extremely soft white fur, its edges piled high with colorful gems, ores, Spirit Stones, and more. Demonic Qi, demonic energy, spiritual power, and various forces blended together, swirling in the air to create dazzling phenomena that dazzled the eyes.

And sitting on the soft white fur of the nest was a person.

The man wore an ink-green long robe embroidered with dark patterns, his black hair falling naturally, interwoven with a hairnet of black and green crystal diamonds that shimmered like a beaded curtain, gorgeously radiant.

The youth was looking down at something in his hand, seemingly deep in thought.

At that moment, with the door kicked open by Ying Xiaotian, the ink-green robed youth finally raised his gaze. Those blood-red eyes boiled like magma, as if the next second, countless violent, mad forces would erupt forth.

Ying Xiaotian’s entire dog form went rigid.

“…Ah, this… Didn’t they say you had already undergone Nirvana… er, shed and transformed into a Bird Demon Cub?”

Help! How had he reverted to his original form?

The Demon Lord of Silent Night Palace let out a clear, crisp laugh.

With a flip of his hand, he stowed the Pine Cone and said indifferently, “You dare kick down my door? Either let me kick yours back, or end up like Feng Ruyue—dead.”