Chapter 201: Chapter 105: Master

Jie Ze scanned the Demon Cultivators present. He wanted the Taiyin Illusion Demon Banner, but he didn’t want to give up any treasure for it.

’I’ve already made up my mind,’ he thought. ’Once I have Yang Jing’s head, I’ll kill all this scum.’

He believed many of the Demon Cultivators here had the same idea.

As he thought this, Jie Ze retrieved an item from his Storage Bag.

“This is Dragon Blood Resin, produced by a ten-thousand-year-old Dragon Blood Tree from my Profound Sun Demon Sect. It’s a supreme treasure for Cultivators of the Dragon Power Demon Scripture. Even an ordinary Body Cultivator would see a great increase in their Cultivation and aptitude after consuming it.”

Yang Jing’s eyes lit up. ’To think Jie Ze has a treasure like this on him.’

This tree was mystical and could only grow on the burial grounds of dragons. After the Central Continent fell from the Upper Realm, True Spirits like True Dragons and Celestial Phoenixes vanished from the Nine Heavens World.

The Profound Sun Demon Sect’s ten-thousand-year-old Dragon Blood Tree grew on the corpse of a Divinity Transformation Level Dragon Power True Demon. The Dragon Blood Resin it produced was slightly less potent, but it was still extremely precious.

“A fine treasure! It’s just that this Dragon Blood Resin is only suitable for Body Refining Cultivators, so its value takes a significant hit.”

Yang Jing said, deliberately downplaying its value.

Jie Ze’s anger flared, but he knew that if he didn’t act like he was dead set on getting the Taiyin Illusion Demon Banner, his fellow Demon Sect members would suspect him of planning a double-cross.

He thought for a moment before taking a Blood Crystal from his Storage Bag. The crystal contained several drops of gleaming golden True Blood.

“This is the Essence Blood of a Golden Core Level Dragon Power True Demon. It’s extremely useful, whether for nurturing a Celestial Demon or for Refining a Magical Artifact.”

Yang Jing nodded in satisfaction.

Jie Ze sullenly stepped back.

Zhonglan Cha presented a Gauze Spiritual Artifact woven from the Demon Hair Silk of a Golden Core Level Hair-Head Demon. This artifact could release myriad strands of demon hair, which could be used to trap enemies, for flight, or for protection. Its applications were wondrous and limitless.

The remaining six people also presented their most cherished treasures, each vying for the right to use the Taiyin Illusion Demon Banner.

“Excellent, excellent. All of these are fine treasures. In truth, I wasn’t idle today. I used my Escape Technique to track down Yang Jing,” Yang Jing said, his hands clasped behind his back. “I exchanged a few blows with him. Though I was soundly defeated, it wasn’t a total loss.”

“I managed to capture a wisp of his aura.”

The moment he finished speaking, the Demon Cultivators erupted in an uproar. For Demon Cultivators like them, a wisp of aura was incredibly useful.

They wouldn’t even need a direct confrontation; they could Curse Yang Jing to within an inch of his life.

“This wisp of aura… surely that’s enough to rank in the top five of these treasures.”

The Demon Cultivators present had mixed feelings. While the wisp of aura was certainly useful, they found it hard to accept that it would take up one of the coveted spots just like that.

“Hmph. If this aura is genuine, then it’s certainly worth one use of the Taiyin Illusion Demon Banner. But we have to confirm its authenticity first.”

Jie Ze stared intently at Yang Jing.

’Once I confirm the aura is real, I’ll snatch it immediately. With this aura, all I need is to find a fellow from the Demon Sect who’s skilled in Curse Skills. Why would I share the Taiyin Illusion Demon Banner with these useless fools?’

Even Zhonglan Cha looked on with greed.

’Curse Skills are my specialty. If I can get that wisp of aura, I can use the Nine-Child Demon Mother to cast a Curse, summoning endless Demon Children from afar to gnaw Yang Jing to pieces.’

“But of course. I’ll take out the aura now for all of you to inspect.”

As he spoke, Yang Jing retrieved a Jade Box from his Storage Bag.

The Demon Cultivators present couldn’t help but press forward, wanting to get a clear look. Yang Jing could even see with his Grotto Dark Dharma Eye that some Demon Cultivators were already secretly circulating their Demonic Qi, preparing to strike.

The next moment, Yang Jing opened the Jade Box in front of everyone. To their shock, inside lay a Jade Button.

“The Shenxiao Thunder Seal! You!”

Before the Demon Cultivator who recognized the Shenxiao Thunder Seal could finish speaking, a terrifying bolt of purple True Thunder erupted from the seal, blasting toward the eight Demon Cultivators.

Si Qichang and his junior brother had the weakest Magical Power and were completely defenseless. Struck squarely by the Taixiao True Thunder, they turned to ash with nothing more than a muffled grunt.

The remaining Demon Cultivators were instantly killed or wounded. Even those who were on guard, how could they have possibly anticipated a sudden blast of Taixiao True Thunder?

When the dazzling lightning faded, only three of the Demon Cultivators present were still alive.

A charred wound deep enough to expose bone had appeared on Jie Ze’s left arm. The flesh around it was scorched black as charcoal.

If he hadn’t blocked it with his arm at the last second, his head would have been incinerated.

Another survivor was Zhonglan Cha, whose injuries were far more severe than Jie Ze’s. The Taixiao True Thunder had blasted a hole straight through her abdomen, leaving a wound the size of two fists. If not for the wisps of hair plugging the gash, her organs would have spilled out.

The head of a beautiful woman hovered before her, its flowing demon hair covered in scorch marks. Countless strands had been severed by the Taixiao True Thunder.

The one in the best condition was the blind Demon Cultivator.

At the critical moment, he had blocked the Taixiao True Thunder with a Blood Saber, escaping with only a few scorch marks on his body.

But his appearance had changed drastically. He had transformed from a decrepit-looking, middle-aged man to a handsome and imposing young man.

Jie Ze frantically fumbled for a Jade Bottle in his Storage Bag. He uncapped it and was just about to pour a Healing Elixir into his mouth.

The next moment, a rainbow-like arc of Sword Qi slashed toward him.

The Sword Aura tore through the air, carving a sharp fissure nearly a mile long into the ground.

A moment later, a deep roar like muffled thunder echoed through the area.

The gale stirred up by the Sword Light swept the ground like a hurricane, kicking up billowing clouds of dust and debris.

Triggered by the sword strike, the distant Wei Family’s Defensive Array flared with brilliant light. The Wei clansmen, as jumpy as birds startled by a bow, pushed the Array’s defensive Power to its absolute limit.

“Sword… Qi… Thunder… Sound!”

Jie Ze managed to force out those four words before his body split in two and collapsed to the ground.

The fury on Zhonglan Cha’s face instantly twisted into terror, and she stumbled back several steps.

“Who… who in the world are you?”

Yang Jing ignored her, his full attention fixed on the young man with the Blood Saber.

The next moment, he produced the Demon-Catching Tripod. A dozen Lock Chains shot out from within, lancing out in all directions. They latched onto invisible Demon Children, dragging them back into the tripod.

“Enough, Zhonglan. Such tricks are useless against Fellow Daoist Yang of the Five Elements True Spirit Sect.”

The young man said in a magnetic voice.

“I’m curious. Why didn’t that last sword strike come for me?”

“Simple. I wasn’t certain that one strike could kill you. With your Power, having Jie Ze assist you would have been troublesome for me. So, I had to kill him first.”

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