The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 36 Yin Xuanling

Yun Weiyang noted down all these speculations. Just then, a voice rang out beside him.

"You're Li Qinghe's newly accepted disciple?"

Yun Weiyang glanced to the side.

A young man in black stood beside him, his skin so white it was almost translucent, a cold smile playing on his lips.

The boy looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, but his aura was as deep as an abyss, far surpassing any Dao Embryo Realm cultivator that Yun Weiyang had ever seen.

"Your name is Yun Weiyang, right?" The young man walked up to Yun Weiyang and looked her up and down. "Your talent is good to be able to enter the 'Scripture of Demonic Seals,' but you have narrowed your path. In the Nine Nether Sect, the sect leader holds absolute power. Nong Tingshi and Li Qinghe are just elders."

"Yin Xuanling?" Yun Weiyang asked.

The young man in black was taken aback for a moment, then gave a cold laugh: "You're quite quick at gathering information."

Yun Weiyang remained silent. He learned the names of Yin Xuanling, Shang Yujin, and Ying Tianchou from Qin Yueyin's memories. These three were the strongest disciples of the Nine Nether Sect in this generation, each of whom had surpassed the Dao Embryo stage and even reached the Refining God stage.

Yin Xuanling is Yan Qihui's last disciple, practicing the "Dragon Demon Saint Armor Scripture" of the sect leader's lineage; Shang Yujin is Nong Tingshi's disciple, practicing the "Nether River Great Law"; Ying Tianchou is Si Luoqu's disciple, practicing the "Heavenly Ghost Nether God Demon Scripture".

These three individuals are the face of the Nine Nether Sect, enjoying considerable fame both within the sect and throughout the entire demonic path.

"I would like to join the sect leader's faction," Yun Weiyang smiled. "It's just a pity that I cultivate the 'Demon Seal Scripture.' If I join the sect leader's faction, can you guarantee my safety, Brother Yin?"

Yin Xuanling sneered, "I can guarantee you'll die a more comfortable death."

Yun Weiyang waved her hands: "Then forget it. Considering that I am Li Qinghe's disciple, Elder Nong should be able to guarantee that I die more comfortably."

Yin Xuanling gave Yun Weiyang a cold look.

"It seems you're still dreaming of surviving by sheer luck. You're overthinking it; you won't live to see that day!"

Yin Xuanling stared coldly at Yun Weiyang before turning and leaving. Yun Weiyang didn't care and didn't even glance at him.

During the short time that Yin Xuanling and Yun Weiyang were talking, the disciples around them all noticed Yun Weiyang. Their gazes fell on him, and their expressions varied. Some were curious, some were disdainful, and some were indifferent, but no one dared to come forward.

Many people looked at Yun Weiyang with cold smiles. In their eyes, having offended Yin Xuanling, Yun Weiyang was practically dead.

Yun Weiyang ignored the gazes around her, raised her head, and continued to look at the sky.

The battle in the sky is coming to an end.

Li Qinghe slashed down with his sword, the blood-red sword light stretching across the sky like a bolt of lightning, and Zuo Shulong raised his spear to block.

The sword light clashed with the iron spear, producing a deafening roar.

The iron spear in Zuo Shulong's hand trembled violently, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood flowed down the shaft of the spear. But the power of this sword was not limited to that. The sword light passed over the iron spear and slashed at Zuo Shulong's neck.

The head flew off.

Zuo Shulong's headless body swayed in the air, blood gushing from his neck and raining down.

Exclamations erupted from the stands.

But the next moment, Zuo Shulong's body suddenly swelled up, and the incense smoke gushed out from his body, turning into a solid white smoke that enveloped his body.

In the smoke, Zuo Shulong's figure swelled up and transformed into a sinister god statue with five faces and ten arms, and a body as large as a mountain.

The statue has five faces, each with a distinct expression: anger, joy, sorrow, fear, and rage. Each of its ten arms holds a ritual implement: a spear, sword, knife, halberd, hammer, seal, bell, banner, bead, and wheel. The entire statue is jet black, and it is surrounded by a rich aura of incense, making it resemble a demon god emerging from the underworld.

The disciples on the stands gasped in astonishment upon seeing the statue.

"Elder Lian is getting serious!"

Zuo Shulong's five faces all turned to look at Li Qinghe, and his ten arms raised their magical artifacts, ready to make a move.

But the next moment, the five faces of the statue changed simultaneously. First, they glanced at Li Qinghe, then at Yan Qihui who was smiling on the high platform. The incense smoke slowly subsided, the statue shrank, and transformed back into the appearance of Zuo Shulong.

Sheathing his iron spear, Zuo Shulong floated down to the high platform, landing in his seat. He glanced at Li Qinghe, snorted coldly, and said nothing.

Li Qinghe stored the Seven Kill Sword into her body, and with a flash, landed back on the high platform.

The fight between the two was a draw.

On the high platform, Yan Qihui clapped his hands with a smile.

"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent! Elder Jian's prowess remains undiminished, and Elder Lian's spear technique is even better than before. With all of you elders presiding over our Nine Nether Sect, how can we not prosper!"

The disciples in the stands applauded enthusiastically, creating a lively atmosphere.

Li Qinghe stood on the high platform, her gaze passing over the crowd and landing on Yun Weiyang in the corner of the stands. She raised her hand and waved.

A sword light as thin as a hair flew from her fingertips, transforming into a blood-red ribbon that traversed a thousand feet and wrapped around Yun Weiyang's waist.

With a flash of sword light, Yun Weiyang's figure was pulled into the air by the ribbon and landed steadily in the center of the martial arts arena.

Tens of thousands of eyes fell on Yun Weiyang at the same time.

Li Qinghe stood on the high platform, her voice clear and cold, reaching everyone's ears.

"This boy is named Yun Weiyang. He is my personal disciple, Li Qinghe. Today, I will promote him to a true disciple of the Nine Nether Sect."

Upon hearing this, the training ground fell silent.

Then, a voice rang out from the stands.

"Elder Li, this is against the rules."

Yin Xuanling strode out, stood at the edge of the stands, looked up at Li Qinghe on the high platform, and had a cold smile on her face.

But before he could finish speaking, a sword flashed before his eyes.

Yin Xuanling didn't even have time to react; the sword light was too fast, so fast that his divine sense couldn't catch it at all.

At the critical moment, a large seal appeared on Yin Xuanling's head on its own, with a dragon coiled around its dark blue body, its head held high and its tail hooked.

The seal emitted a dark light, barely blocking the sword light.

The sword light clashed with the seal.

There was no loud noise, only a faint, crisp sound like porcelain cracking. The light on the seal flickered violently, and a crack stretched from the dragon's head to its tail, splitting the entire seal in two.

The aftershocks of the sword light pierced through the crack and struck Yin Xuanling.

Yin Xuanling was sent flying, tumbling several times in the air before crashing heavily onto the stone steps of the stands, creating a large crater and sending shards of stone flying.

As he climbed out of the rubble, Yin Xuanling looked down at the dragon seal that had been split in two in his hand, his expression as gloomy as water.

This dragon seal is a genuine artifact. Even he only had two, and now he has lost one.