No demons in all realms

Chapter 40 Demons and Immortals

Su Yang sat at the door of the wooden house, facing the red leaves on the hillside, lost in thought.

Qian Jiuri came out of the house, holding two wine gourds in his hands, and handed one to Su Yang.

"Want a sip?"

Su Yang took it, uncorked it, and took a sip. The liquor was strong, making him wince slightly.

"Let's go!"

Qian Jiuri put down his wine gourd and asked, "Where are we going?"

"The Immortal Sect."

Su Yang stood up, tucked the Thousand-Pound Fan into his waistband, and returned the wine gourd to Qian Jiuri.

"Walk."

Qian Jiuri closed the door of the wooden house, stood at the door for a while, as if saying goodbye to this place.

Su Yang had already walked away.

He walked at a moderate pace, his steps steady and firm. His robes were dark red, not the color of blood, but the red of autumn maple leaves.

This outfit was bought for him by Qian Jiuri three years ago when he came down the mountain. He said that Su Yang looked too plain in white and suggested changing the color. Su Yang didn't say anything, put it on, and left.

Qian Jiuri caught up with him and followed beside him.

The two walked down the mountain one after the other. Red leaves lined both sides of the road. When the wind blew, the leaves rustled. A few fell on Su Yang's shoulders, but he didn't brush them off and just let them fall.

After leaving the mountains, we entered the official road. The road was crowded with people, including merchants on their way, women visiting relatives, and old men herding cattle.

Su Yang walked among the crowd, looking no different from ordinary people. No one could tell that this young man in dark red robes was a cultivator of the True Immortal Realm.

On the fourth day, Su Yang suddenly stopped, and Qian Jiuri also stopped, placing his hand on the hilt of the Shenyuan Sword.

"Someone's coming," Su Yang said.

His senses detected it before he could sense it; a powerful aura was flying from the southeast, moving so fast that it arrived almost instantly.

A beam of white light fell from the sky and landed three zhang away from Su Yang.

The white light faded, revealing a person.

The man was dressed in white, so white it shone, as if he had just walked out of the snow. He had long hair draped over his shoulders, a handsome face, and an indescribable arrogance in his eyes. It wasn't an act; it was an innate arrogance, as if he had been born with it.

He stood there, his white robes fluttering, surrounded by an ethereal aura, as if he had stepped out of a painting, untouched by the mortal world.

Su Yang couldn't see his face, but his senses clearly depicted the person: dressed in white with long hair, a long sword hanging at his waist, and a gem the size of a longan inlaid on the scabbard, emitting a faint glow.

This person was very young, looking to be under thirty, but Su Yang knew that once someone had cultivated to this level, their true age couldn't be determined by their appearance alone.

"My name is Xuanyuan Xiaoyao," the man in white spoke, his voice clear and melodious, like a mountain spring. "I have come today to seek your guidance."

Qian Jiuri's expression changed instantly.

Xuanyuan?! Only one family in the entire Three Realms dares to use this surname.

The lineage of the Immortal Emperor.

"The Immortal Emperor's people," Qian Jiuri said to Su Yang in a low voice.

Su Yang nodded, his expression unchanged.

Xuanyuan Xiaoyao's gaze fell on Su Yang, and he looked him up and down. He noticed that Su Yang was blind, and his brows furrowed slightly, but quickly relaxed.

"Youyang, son of the Demon Emperor." Xuanyuan Xiaoyao's tone was indifferent, as if he were talking about something very ordinary. "I have long admired your name."

Su Yang did not respond.

Xuanyuan Xiaoyao continued, "You've been hiding in the human realm for so many years, it's quite a feat for me to find you. But it's good that I was able to find you; it made my trip worthwhile."

He paused, glanced at the Thousand-Pound Fan at Su Yang's waist, and said, "I've heard that you have a fan that is a relic of an ancient powerful being. I'd like to see it."

Su Yang stood there, his dark red robes fluttering gently in the wind.

His face was turned toward Xuan Yuan Xiaoyao, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved. It wasn't a smile, but an indescribable arc, like mockery, or perhaps savoring something.

"This challenge," Su Yang said, his voice soft but each word clear, "I accept!"

Qian Jiuri opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back. He took a few steps back, making room for him.

Xuanyuan Xiaoyao also took a few steps back to create some distance.

The two men stood on an open space beside the official road, about ten feet apart. The wind blew, stirring up the fallen leaves on the ground and swirling them between them.

Xuanyuan Xiaoyao revealed his weapon first.

It wasn't the sword at his waist, but a spear. The spear was drawn out of thin air; its body was entirely silver-white, about ten feet long, and its tip was so sharp it seemed capable of piercing through space.

The gun is engraved with a coiled five-clawed golden dragon, its scales lifelike, and two rubies set in its eyes, gleaming like blood in the sunlight.

The instant the gun was fired, a dragon's roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth. It was not the sound of a weapon, but the roar of a real dragon, as if a real dragon had awakened from the abyss and let out a deafening roar.

The dragon's roar carried for dozens of miles, and everyone within a hundred miles heard it. Some were so frightened that they lay on the ground, while others covered their ears and screamed.

Qian Jiuri's expression changed again. He had heard of this spear: the Dragon Roar Spear, one of the personal weapons of the early Immortal Emperors, but he never expected it to be passed down to Xuan Yuan Xiaoyao.

"Mid-stage True Immortal Realm." Su Yang sensed Xuan Yuan Xiaoyao's cultivation level and had a good idea of ​​what it meant. Xuan Yuan Xiaoyao was a small realm higher than him, but in the True Immortal Realm, a small realm difference was like heaven and earth.

He recalled what Qian Jiuri had said: each minor realm in the True Immortal Realm is vastly different, but that was only true for ordinary people.

"To be able to cultivate to the True Immortal Realm in this utterly spiritually barren human realm." Xuan Yuan Xiaoyao gripped the Dragon Roar Spear, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his posture as composed as if he were strolling in his own backyard. "Truly a genius."

He paused, a smile curving his lips into a smile that carried an innate arrogance.

"However, genius is worthless in the Upper Realm. I've killed more geniuses than you've ever seen."

Su Yang gave a cold laugh.

"Anyone can brag." He drew his Thousand-Pound Fan from his waist, held it in his hand with the fan closed, and said, "I'll give you two eyes and still beat you up."

Xuanyuan Xiaoyao's smile faded, and his eyes turned cold.

"You're quite the smooth talker."

Su Yang didn't speak again. He twirled the Thousand-Pound Fan in his hand, and the dark red light on the fan surface lit up, like a fire burning at its brightest.

The murderous aura within his body began to surge. It wasn't something he actively activated; it was the Thousand-Pound Fan responding to him and echoing his fighting spirit.

The two exchanged a glance. Su Yang couldn't see it, but his senses captured every subtle movement of Xuan Yuan Xiaoyao clearly.

He sensed the strength with which Xuanyuan Xiaoyao gripped the spear, the frequency of his breathing, and the flow of immortal energy around him.

Xuanyuan Xiaoyao made the first move; he didn't test the waters and went all out from the start.

The Dragon Roar Spear emitted a deafening roar in his hand. The five-clawed golden dragon on the spear seemed to come alive, soaring into the air and transforming into a giant silver-white dragon that opened its mouth and pounced on Su Yang.

The giant dragon was not an illusion, but a real condensation of immortal energy, carrying the unique pressure of the Immortal Emperor lineage, which solidified the surrounding air.

Su Yang did not back down.

He unfurled his Thousand-Pound Fan, and the dark red light on its surface collided with the giant dragon. With a deafening roar, the shockwave from the collision of the two forces blasted a large crater in the ground, sending debris and dirt flying dozens of feet away.

Su Yang took three steps back and steadied himself.

Xuanyuan Xiaoyao also took a step back, but quickly rushed forward again.

In his hands, the Dragon Roar Spear was like a living thing, sometimes a spear, sometimes a dragon, sometimes a thrust, sometimes a sweep, sometimes a flick, and sometimes a smash.

The spear technique is ever-changing, each move carrying the sound of a dragon's roar, and each style containing the ultimate skills of the Immortal Emperor lineage.

Su Yang's Thousand-Pound Fan danced in his hands, sometimes opening and sometimes closing. When closed, the Thousand-Pound Fan was like a short stick, striking the Dragon Roar Spear with each blow as heavy as a thousand pounds, sending sparks flying.

When unfolded, the baleful aura on the fan surface burst forth, like a dark red shield, blocking the spear's gleam.

The two fought for thirty rounds without a clear winner, and Xuan Yuan Xiaoyao grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He was in the mid-stage of the True Immortal Realm, using the Dragon Roar Spear Technique, a unique skill of the Immortal Emperor lineage, and the Dragon Roar Spear in his hand was a high-grade immortal weapon.

The blind man in front of them was at the early stage of the True Immortal Realm, and he was using a fan of unknown grade. He had only been cultivating for a little over ten years.

But he couldn't gain the upper hand at all.

Su Yang's movements were strange; they looked slow, but he always managed to dodge his attacks perfectly.

His perception was too strong. Before the Dragon Roar Spear even struck, he had already sensed its trajectory and reacted in advance. Every thrust of Xuan Yuan Xiaoyao's spear felt like hitting cotton; he had the strength but couldn't use it.

What bothered Xuanyuan Xiaoyao the most was the malevolent energy emanating from the Thousand-Pound Fan. Every time the two weapons clashed, the malevolent energy would travel along the Dragon Roar Spear to his hand, causing him both coldness and pain, like countless fine needles piercing his meridians.

That malevolent aura also carried an inexplicable force, eroding his immortal energy and weakening his spiritual power.

He had to divert his attention to suppress that murderous aura, which slowed down his marksmanship by a fraction of a second.

In the fiftieth round, Xuanyuan Xiaoyao changed his move.

He planted the Dragon Roar Spear into the ground, formed a hand seal, and a golden light surged from his body, condensing behind him into a huge five-clawed golden dragon. The dragon was ten times larger than the previous one, coiled in mid-air, with eyes like lanterns and claws like hooks, exuding a suffocating pressure.

"Dragon's Roar Resounds Through the Nine Heavens!" Xuan Yuan Xiaoyao shouted. The golden dragon opened its mouth wide and let out a deafening roar.

The dragon's roar was not a sound, but a shockwave of power, like an invisible wall, pushing towards Su Yang. Wherever the dragon's roar passed, the ground was overturned, trees were uprooted, and stones were crushed into powder.

Su Yang felt that power.

He was very strong, even stronger than he had anticipated. If he had taken the hit head-on, he might have been injured, but Su Yang chose to do so, stemming from the pride of the demon race.

He unfolded the Thousand-Pound Fan to its maximum extent, and the dark red light on the fan surface shone brightly, like a blood moon rising from the ground.

The righteous energy and the malevolent energy within his body surged forth simultaneously, and the two forces converged on the Thousand-Pound Fan, forming a new force. It was neither righteous energy nor malevolent energy, but a fusion of the two forces, like water and fire complementing each other.

He swung the Thousand-Pound Fan forward with a mighty gust.

The power, a fusion of righteous energy and malevolent energy, surged from the fan like a whirlwind, carrying a dark red light, and collided with the golden dragon's roar.

Rumble!

The collision of the two forces caused the entire earth to tremble.

All the birds and beasts within a ten-mile radius fled, the clouds in the sky were shaken apart, and cracks on the ground spread out like a spider web, the widest of which could fit a person's fist.

Xuanyuan Xiaoyao staggered back seven or eight steps, his Dragon Roar Spear carving a deep trench in the ground before he could barely regain his footing. A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, and his white robes were covered in dust, making him look quite disheveled.

Su Yang also took five steps back. His robes were torn in several places by the gale, and a few strands of his hair were disheveled, but his back was straight. He held the Thousand-Pound Fan in his hand, and the dark red light on the fan surface was still flowing.

Xuanyuan Xiaoyao looked at him, the disdain in his eyes completely gone, replaced by a solemn seriousness.

"I take back what I just said." Xuan Yuan Xiaoyao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "You're no ordinary genius."

Su Yang didn't speak, but simply twirled the Thousand-Pound Fan in his hand.

"Again!"