allonlinenovel Chapter 215 The Demonic Infant Appears
Chapter 215 The Demonic Infant Appears
Chapter 215 The Demonic Infant Appears
"Old Sheng, you don't have to do this." Wang Shanlong stopped and stood tall, his posture elegant, but his face still showed a troubled and regretful expression.
“Young Master!” Sheng Yong’en stood up, a smug smile on his rough face. “My whole family is dead. I’m the only one left who’s stealing from the Wang family. The Wang family has treated me well, like family. They even helped me remarry and have children.”
"Now that the Sheng family has an heir, I have no more worries. Young Master, please let me go first, as if I am paving the way for you!"
With his hands clasped in a fist, Sheng Yong'en solemnly performed an ancient martial arts salute.
Wang Shanlong sighed deeply: "Old Sheng, as the heir and future head of the Wang family, I will always remember your contributions to the Wang family. Your family is now part of the Wang family. Your son will receive the best education, and the Wang family will help him establish himself and carry on the Sheng family line!"
"Thank you, young master!" Sheng Yong'en said gratefully, clasping his hands in a fist salute once more before striding towards the raging embers.
"Old Sheng, wait a minute!"
At this moment, another middle-aged man sitting in the corner stood up. Half of his hair was white, and his face was half old and half young.
Sheng Yongen turned around and laughed loudly, "Old Xue, you can't compete with me this time. I've always been the young master's vanguard general. You step aside!"
Old Xue, whose full name was Xue Feiying, was the strongest Golden Core cultivator in the Wang family and held a very high position. He shook his head and sighed, "Old Xue, I naturally won't stop you from being a vanguard, but there's something I need to say. If I don't say it now, I'm afraid I'll never have the chance!"
"I'd like to hear the details!" Sheng Yong'en asked with a smile.
Xue Feiying walked slowly to him, opened her arms, and said, "Old Sheng, we've worked together by the young master's side for twenty years, and we've also been vying for power for twenty years. Now it's all in the past. Actually, our relationship is closer than that of blood brothers. Tell me, in the next life, let's be blood brothers!"
"Such a sentimental thing... I'm getting sand in my eyes!" Sheng Yongen turned his head away, gave Xue Feiying a big hug, and patted each other on the back.
Then, Sheng Yong'en bowed to Wang Shanlong and strode towards the dark red, blazing embers on the altar.
"Old Sheng!" Xue Feiying called out again, "See you in the next life!"
"See you in the next life!" Sheng Yong'en also bowed to him, and then resolutely threw himself into the Yin Fire.
The raging eerie flames shot into the sky, engulfing Sheng Yong'en's figure. His screams echoed through the space for a long time afterward.
Within the flames, a humanoid object seemed to flicker, then transformed into a gray shadow, rushing against the soaring eerie fire into the altar.
“Young Master, it’s my turn.” Xue Feiying smiled indifferently without changing his expression. “The Xue family has been servants of the Wang family for generations. Now, thanks to the Young Master’s pardon of the Xue family’s betrayal back then, the Xue family can finally hold their heads high.”
"Young Master, I cannot express my gratitude enough. I will repay your kindness in the next life!" Xue Feiying cupped his hands slightly, then leaped into the Yin Fire.
The overwhelming yin fire engulfed his body, and his soul was consumed by the altar, making the yin fire even more terrifying, almost burning the ceiling of the huge space to crack and collapse.
Several pieces of gravel fell onto the edge of the altar, making a sound.
Wang Shanlong glanced at it and sighed, "With so many heroic and righteous men in the Wang family, how can we not accomplish great things?"
He walked step by step to the altar, the eerie fire casting a demonic glow on his handsome face, making him appear ferocious. He was laughing, a smile that was both sinister and excited, even tinged with a hint of pleasure.
Just as his hand was about to reach into the Yin Fire, a sound like a cultivator flying through the air came from behind him.
"Young Master!" Xiahou Wende landed on the altar, looking disheveled, and hurriedly shouted, "Something terrible has happened! My men are all dead! It was Zhuo Yang who did it!"
"Zhuo Yang?" Wang Shanlong didn't turn around, still staring at the Yin Fire so close to him. "Wasn't he in seclusion at the Dongfang family? How come he's here?"
Xiahou Wende quickly responded, "Zhuo Yang impersonated Yang Lingfeng and infiltrated the secret realm; it's clearly aimed at you!"
"Oh?" Wang Shanlong remained calm and composed, facing the Yin Fire, and said indifferently, "So what if he's targeting me? He's just a Golden Core cultivator, how can he possibly deal with me?"
“He also has three Golden Core stage experts by his side!” Xiahou Wende replied through gritted teeth.
"What?" Wang Shanlong turned around abruptly, his face contorted with rage, his handsome features contorted into a ferocious demon-like expression. "Where did Zhuo Yang get so many Golden Core stage helpers?"
"I don't know either!" Xiahou Wende chuckled bitterly. "The most crucial thing is that he had just shattered his core and formed his nascent soul, and he killed both of the dark mages from the Dark Magic Assembly!"
Wang Shanlong stood there, trembling, clearly furious.
"Young Master, let's escape from the secret realm immediately! If we delay any longer, Zhuo Yang will catch up with us, and the two of us won't be able to handle him!" Xiahou Wende stamped his feet anxiously.
He suddenly realized that only Wang Shanlong was on the altar, and he was immediately horrified: "Young Master, Xue Feiying and Sheng Yong'en, have they already sacrificed themselves?"
Xiahou Wende took two steps back, his face turning as pale as paper.
Wang Shanlong locked his sinister eyes on Xiahou Wende and said in a deep voice, "The Five Fire Demon Soul Formation has taken a thousand years to gather the souls of a thousand cultivators. Now that the altar is open, if the ceremony is interrupted, then the Wang family and the Moyun Sword Sect's plans over the past thousand years will all be in vain!"
"Young Master, as long as you're alive, there's hope!" Xiahou Wende took a few steps back, his face completely drained of color, and he gripped the Moyun Sword tightly in his hand.
“Wen De, you will never have the chance to inherit the Mo Yun Sword Sect. The position of sect leader can only be taken over by a member of the Wang family. Do you understand?” Wang Shanlong said coldly.
"W-What do you mean?" Xiahou Wende panicked completely. The eldest son of the Wang family had a shocking secret that only a very few people knew. He had overheard his master talking to the Wang family members and learned about this secret.
Wang Shanlong was not a cultivation genius; he was actually just a puppet with the soul of an old demon inside his body!
"You are also one of the tributes!" Wang Shanlong murmured leisurely, his sinister eyes sweeping over Xiahou Wende with a casual glance, and a whirlwind of dark fire instantly engulfed him.
"No..." Xiahou Wende turned and ran, unleashing his movement technique, his feet treading on dark clouds.
But he was enveloped by the Yin Fire as soon as he took to mid-air, and the dark clouds were instantly burned away, and his protective true energy was also broken in an instant.
"Young Master, spare my life! I'm willing to make you my master and serve you for life!" Xiahou Wende screamed, rolling and twisting in the Yin Fire, but he could never escape its encirclement.
"The Demonic Infant has appeared in the world!"
Wang Shanlong ignored the horrific scene in the air; he turned around and reached his hand into the eerie fire.
The dark red flames did not harm him at all, but in the raging eerie fire, a blood-red arm reached out from the altar and clasped tightly with Wang Shanlong's hand.
"Young Master...no..."
Amidst screams, Xiahou Wende was burned to ashes, a wisp of grayish-white liquid being sucked into the altar...