So it turns out I'm the demon!

Chapter 290 Forever

Inside the cage, crimson mist enveloped everything.

It grows stronger and stronger as it gathers.

Moli stared at the churning red mist and exclaimed in shock, "These are Soul-Devouring Mist Worms! Damn it, how could Yangmo have such a monstrous thing!"

Fog bugs?

Jiang Mu examined him carefully.

Only then did they realize that it was not ordinary fog, but a swarm of insects formed by millions of tiny flying insects.

Sensing Moli's fear, Jiang Mu teased:

"Didn't you tell me you were 70% confident you could kill Yang Miao if you met him? How come now you're the one locked in a cage, being eaten by a bunch of bugs? Are you even capable of this?"

"Shut up!"

Moli's face was contorted with rage. "If I die, you won't fare any better!"

After he refines me, you'll be next. Then he'll definitely turn your body into a corpse puppet!

Before she could finish speaking, a glint suddenly flashed in her eyes: "I almost forgot, I have another secret technique."

"What secret technique?" Jiang Mu asked with great interest.

Mo Li said coldly, "Boy, to use this secret technique, you need to first use your soul as a guide to completely refine it."

Don't blame me, it's your own fault for being so stupid, you were easily fooled by me with just a few words.

Don't worry, after you die, I will take good care of your body.

I've avenged you as well.

Jiang Mu laughed: "What if I don't want to?"

"Ha, I'm in charge of this body now, you have no choice but to accept it!" Mo Li sneered, her hands beginning to form hand seals in front of her chest. However, she suddenly froze halfway through the incantation.

The abundant stellar energy that had been flowing within his body vanished completely in an instant, as if someone had pulled the plug from the bottom of the water.

It vanished without a trace, along with its star position.

Before she could react, the star power surged back.

But this time, the star positions that flooded into her senses felt unfamiliar.

Previously, in order to make herself more compatible with this body, she had specially bound her soul to Jiang Mu's Yangmen star position.

Now that her star position has suddenly changed, the bond between her soul and this physical body is like a taut string that has been snapped. A violent rejection reaction explodes directly from the depths of her dantian.

"What's going on? What happened?!"

Moli was shocked. The magic seal collapsed, and a pain as if she were being slowly sliced ​​to death came from the depths of her soul, causing her to scream in agony.

Jiang Mu sighed softly:

"You really disappointed me. I thought you could hold on a little longer and show me a few more dog-eat-dog shows."

However, at least you've let me know some of the truth about this secret realm and successfully lured Yang Mo out for me, so you've done a decent job. From now on... I'll have to rely on myself.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the divine soul that he had been suppressing deep within his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly rebounded.

Moli screamed in disbelief:

"This is impossible! I have clearly suppressed your soul! I have clearly taken over your body..."

Jiang Mu said calmly, "So, when you're out and about, never harm others carelessly."

Moli desperately wanted to abandon this body and escape.

But her divine soul essence had already been poured in the moment it entered her body.

This was her last resort, and also her stupidest gamble.

The entire essence is placed into a body that does not belong to oneself, the gamble being to completely possess it.

But now, with the backlash coming, her soul is stuck, and she can't leave even if she wants to.

This is equivalent to the annihilation of the true spirit.

There was no more Netherworld Pool, and no more chance for reincarnation.

Feeling her soul being slowly chewed up and disintegrated, the woman finally broke down and pleaded humbly:

"Jiang Mu, my benefactor, please spare me! Please don't kill me!"

I'll take you out of here. I really can take you away from this secret place. I know all the secrets and opportunities here... I'll give you whatever you want...

Jiang Mu remained unmoved.

As time went by, the last trace of Mo Li's soul completely dissipated within him.

Jiang Mu regained control of her body.

He looked down at his hands, flexed his fingers, then looked up at the swarm of mist insects outside the cage, and took out the Buddha lamp. He tilted the lamp's mouth.

A drop of dark golden lamp oil fell onto the iron bars at the bottom of the cage.

Splash!

The moment the swarm of fog insects touched the lamp oil flame, it was like dry wood meeting a raging fire.

Golden flames spread wildly through the swarm of insects.

From one burning to another, from one burning ball to another.

Swarms of mist insects fell from the sky, burning to ashes before they even hit the ground.

At the same time, Jiang Mu's figure flashed in place.

When he reappeared, he was already standing outside the iron cage.

Before the altar, Yang Mo sat cross-legged, his hands forming a mudra, drawing upon the primordial energy within the Celestial Box.

More and more bubbles gathered on the altar.

The box, along with that ray of golden light, was wrapped into a semi-transparent cocoon.

At that moment, he suddenly felt the temperature around him rise.

Opening his eyes, he saw that the cage had turned into a golden sea of ​​flames, and he was immediately dumbfounded.

"What's going on?"

Before he could even react to what was happening, the air in front of him rippled slightly.

Jiang Mu suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was less than three feet away.

"You actually managed to escape?"

Yang blurted it out.

In his mind, the person in front of him was still Mo Li.

Yang Miao held the red umbrella horizontally in front of him, his face full of vigilance: "That can't hold you back? It seems I underestimated you, Moli."

Jiang Mu said calmly:

"Judging from your conversation just now, it seems you haven't fully grasped this secret realm yet. But since you're the 'false master' here, you should know how to open the exit, right?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Qi was first stunned, then his eyes widened, his pupils surging with disbelief and horror:

"You...you're not Mo Li?"

"Are you surprised?" Jiang Mu smiled.

Yang Miao looked at him as if he were a monster in human skin.

He immediately exclaimed, "Amazing... truly amazing!"

"It seems that 'clever' woman, Moli, has completely fallen into your hands and is utterly defeated. No wonder the sect issued such a strict order, placing such importance on a mere lad like you."

"What a coincidence."

Jiang Mu took a step forward, her gaze falling on the red umbrella in Yang Miao's hand. "Since you're also a member of the Red Umbrella Cult, then tell me, what exactly are you planning to do?"

Yang Mo sneered:

"You think you're so great just because you killed that stupid woman?"

Jiang Mu, now that you've entered this secret realm, you belong to me. You can't get out, and you can't escape.

With a flick of his wrist, the red umbrella spun rapidly.

The golden runes on the umbrella surface lit up again, and clusters of scarlet rings detached from the surface, heading towards Jiang Mu. Jiang Mu, too lazy to waste time with him, rubbed his palms together, and countless dark golden blade-like energy burst forth from his body.

The blade energy surged like a celestial river, spreading outwards.

Those red rings were shredded to pieces as easily as paper when they hit the blade's energy.

Immediately afterward, he took a step forward, and a fiery red phantom image of a Dharma body rose from the ground behind him. The Dharma body and his true form simultaneously threw a punch.

The fist, carrying an overwhelming and powerful aura, slammed down towards Yang Mo's head.

Yang was dumbfounded.

The power of Dharma Form?! A seventh-realm cultivator has actually cultivated a Dharma Form!

In his haste, he opened the red umbrella as wide as he could and held it in front of him.

With a loud bang, the fist slammed into the umbrella.

The flowing golden runes on the red umbrella all burst open at once.

Yang Li was sent flying like a stone, his back slamming heavily against the side of the altar. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood onto the surface of the altar in front of him.

Jiang Mu gave him no chance to catch his breath and pounced on him.

Yang Mo gritted his teeth, pushed himself up, and flipped over, throwing out three jet-black short blades in each hand.

The short blade transformed into six streaks of black light as soon as it left his hand.

Its trajectory is unpredictable, soaring up and down, weaving a web of strangulation.

Jiang Mu waved his arm lightly, and the Wangchuan Flying Sword silently flew out, its silvery-white light moving like a serpent.

Six sharp sounds rang out, and six short blades were knocked down in succession.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yang Miao pointed the tip of the red umbrella at Jiang Mu and shouted sharply:

"break"!

A crimson beam, about the thickness of a thumb, shot out from the tip of the umbrella.

Jiang Mu moved swiftly to Yang Miao's side, his right palm forming a blade, and slashed at Yang Miao's wrist holding the umbrella.

Yang Mo let out a muffled groan, and the red umbrella flew out of his hand.

Yang Mo, having lost the red umbrella, finally panicked completely.

"Go to hell!"

He staggered backward, pulled out the last two spare coffin nails from his sleeve, and threw them at Jiang Mu with all his might.

Jiang Mu stretched out his hands and grabbed the two coffin nails in mid-air.

Demonic energy surged in his palm.

In an instant, the inscriptions on the nails were eroded and replaced, and the two Soul-Locking Coffin Nails hummed and obediently submitted.

Yang was completely bewildered.

Swish!

Coffin nails flew in and pierced his shoulders, pinning him to the ground.

The sensation on his shoulder made his vision blur, but what truly broke him was the overwhelming sense of absurdity and powerlessness that welled up from the depths of his heart.

He was, after all, an eighth-level demonic cultivator, a whole realm higher than his opponent.

But from beginning to end, he didn't even manage to touch Jiang Mu's clothes.

Jiang Mu stepped forward, raised his foot and stepped on the head of one of the coffin nails, slowly pressing it down.

The nail was drilled inch by inch into the floor tile.

Yang Miao was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed, cold sweat rolled down his forehead like rain, and he screamed in agony.

Jiang Mu waited until he had called her name enough before speaking:

"Now you can answer my question. What exactly is the Red Umbrella Sect's purpose? Are you planning to attack Huzhou City again?" Yang Mo asked, panting heavily, his voice trembling.

"I've been trapped in this secret realm for years, and I truly don't know what plans the sect has in store for me. I'm only here on orders from higher-ups to seize power as the master of this secret realm. As for anything else... they've never told me."

Jiang Mu increased the pressure and continued questioning.

After several rounds of questioning, Yang kept repeating the same few sentences, so it seemed he really didn't know.

However, it also allowed Jiang Mu to learn more.

It was learned that Yang Miao had been sent to this secret realm for more than ten years, with the mission of seizing control of the realm, establishing strongholds, and preparing for the Red Umbrella Sect's future major operations.

But the plan did not go smoothly.

Seeing that he couldn't get any more information, Jiang Mu stopped wasting his breath.

His gaze fell on the bone box on the altar, and he reached out to grab the wisp of golden primordial energy inside.

The fingertip passed straight through the wisp of golden energy without touching anything.

"it's useless."

Yang Miao said, "This primordial energy is ethereal and cannot be grasped directly with your hands. It must be extracted from the box using a special refining technique before it can be collected."

Fellow Daoist Jiang, I can help you. Only I know this sacrificial refining technique, as long as…”

Jiang Mu smiled slightly: "Thank you, but no need."

With that, he stomped down.

Yang Miao's head was smashed like a melon, with red and white splattered all over the ground.

The rest of the words remained stuck in his throat.

Jiang Mu withdrew her foot, wiped the bloodstains from the sole of her boots clean on Yang Mo's robe, and said in a low voice, "Rely on you? I can't."

He glanced at the bone box again, and had already made up his mind.

Since the source of the secret realm is here, we don't need to rely on others to get out.

If one obtains it, one may gain the approval of the laws of this secret realm and acquire the authority of the realm's lord.

Then the entire secret realm will belong to him.

More than just a way out.

This is a naturally isolated base camp.

He walked to the altar, placed his palm on the bone box, and a wisp of pure demonic energy seeped out from his palm and slowly seeped into the box.

The bone box was visibly stained black.

The pattern on the box began to distort.

The wisp of golden primordial energy within the box began to tremble, as if being lifted from below by a hand, slowly rising from the box's opening. The moment the golden energy left the opening, Jiang Mu grabbed it.

This time, the purchase was real.

The wisp of primordial energy curled gently in his palm, carrying a slightly cool touch.

Before he could examine it closely, the golden energy suddenly entered his palm, traveled along his meridians, and surged into his dantian.

Immediately afterwards, a vast and boundless aura spread throughout his body.

It's neither star power nor demonic energy.

It was as if a great power of heaven and earth had unconditionally blessed him.

He closed his eyes, his divine sense spread out, and his divine sense, which could only cover thirty feet in the past, now surged outward like a tidal wave.

Just then, a soft sigh came from behind him:

"Young man, you shouldn't have been so reckless."

Jiang Mu's eyes sharpened.

He was instantly jolted awake from that mystical state and turned around.

Just a dozen steps away, in the overgrown weeds, Granny Feng, who had once basked in the sun at the entrance of the Taoist temple, suddenly appeared. She was leaning on a withered wooden cane, smiling at him.

Jiang Mu was secretly on guard and tentatively asked:

"Old man, I overheard those two arguing earlier. They said you were under some kind of curse and couldn't leave that Taoist temple. How did you end up here?"

Grandma Feng chuckled:

"Now that the Taoist temple is gone, my magical spells are no longer restricted."

Jiang Mu decided to get straight to the point: "Senior, what brings you here...?"

"I'll help you."

Grandma Feng spoke in a calm tone.

"Why do you want to help me?" Jiang Mu asked.

Granny Feng said slowly, "Because you are qualified to become the master of this secret realm. Since you are qualified, I will help you."

Jiang Mu was taken aback, then laughed: "Where did you get the idea that I'm qualified, senior?"

Granny Feng tapped Jiang Mu's hand, which had just grasped the primordial energy:

"That wisp of primordial energy just now, using your method, should have been absolutely impossible to gain its approval, and might even have resulted in a backlash from the primordial energy. But the result was that it did not resist."

Instead, it willingly merged into your body.

This can only mean one thing...

It, or rather, the remaining laws of heaven and earth in this secret realm, actively chose you and can perfectly accommodate you.

Of course, there was one more thing the old woman didn't mention.

The price is being stuck here forever.