Chapter 114: Zhao Qilin Kneels! The Demon King Is Afraid!

Chapter 114: Zhao Qilin Kneels! The Demon King Is Terrified!

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Congratulations on becoming my first little life-baby?

A bug-purification ability?

The "Sutra of Severing Spirits"?

Why on earth is everything I hear getting more and more confusing?

Zhao Qilin was somewhat dazed, unable to comprehend the meaning behind Lin Yi’s words. However, looking at the expression on Lin Yi’s face, Zhao Qilin sensed that something was amiss—that a massive conspiracy was undoubtedly waiting for him.

Yet, aside from that powerful candlestick that radiated an intense, scorching heat—which made his heart itch—and the tiger-headed blade Lin Yi was brandishing, Lin Yi’s own raw strength did not seem formidable at all.

What kind of method could this brat possibly have to target him?

He must be bluffing.

With a momentary flicker of surprise that quickly faded back to his usual composure, Zhao Qilin was about to speak, but Lin Yi clearly had no intention of giving him the chance. Every opportunity is fleeting; if you cannot seize it, it vanishes, never to return. Therefore, once an opportunity is in hand, one must grasp it firmly.

Lin Yi had already closed the distance. As Zhao Qilin stood there, his arm inches away from grabbing Lin Yi, Lin Yi smiled and, in a flash, seized Zhao Qilin’s hand.

To be honest, Lin Yi did not want to touch Zhao Qilin’s hand. It was covered in corpse qi, and Zhao Qilin’s strength was at least near the level of the Divine Ability Realm. Such dense corpse qi was not something Lin Yi could normally withstand. Beyond the danger, Lin Yi felt a profound sense of disgust. Zhao Qilin looked like a skeleton; the flesh on his bones, while devoid of maggots or other vile things, appeared rotten—a dry, withered rot. Because of that corpse qi, he emitted a stench like that of a decomposing cadaver.

Lin Yi didn't want to touch him, but he had no choice. If he couldn't make contact, how could he drag Zhao Qilin into the mysterious space of the "Sutra of Severing Spirits"?

Seeing Lin Yi’s look of disgust, Zhao Qilin became even more enraged. Do you think I want to look like this monster?

"Lin Yi, you’ve angered me! You look down on my Corpse-Refining Clan? People like you, those so-called righteous elites, have always looked down on us. Fine, I won’t capture you anymore. This time, I’m going to make you die! I will kill you, I will tear you apart alive..."

Zhao Qilin had seen that look of disgust far too many times. Throughout his long life, he had refined various zombies, turning himself into something neither human nor ghost. Every member of the righteous sects or the government deemed him a heretic, classifying him among the demons and monsters. Whenever they caught his trail, they hunted him down. That discriminatory gaze had brought him too many cold shoulders, and his resentment had long since boiled over.

Now, seeing that same disgust in Lin Yi’s eyes, Zhao Qilin’s composure shattered. He had completely snapped. Boundless fury threatened to crush his very heart.

But suddenly, Zhao Qilin felt something was wrong. If Lin Yi was so repulsed by him, why was he grabbing his hand?

Zhao Qilin subconsciously diverted his focus to look. After that one glance, his half-rotted eye widened so much that—well, it nearly fell out entirely! He had opened it too wide; the socket couldn't hold it!

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Before his eyeball could even hit the ground, Zhao Qilin felt his arm begin to turn completely transparent. Before he could process this, he realized that he—he himself—was turning transparent too!

What the hell... is going on?!

Zhao Qilin’s mind couldn't make sense of it. He only felt the world go black, and then, a crushing, suffocating aura of majesty—a power he could not possibly endure—instantly enveloped him. Within that majestic aura, countless, innumerable clusters of energy were tearing him apart.

Zhao Qilin had once thought that the true powerhouses of the world, even those elusive Divine Ability Realm masters, couldn't be much stronger than him. But now, he knew he was wrong—horrifically wrong! There truly existed an aura in this world so powerful that it made him feel like a mere ant!

Zhao Qilin was so scared he felt like wetting himself! However, since he had refined his body into a corpse, he was no longer truly human or zombie, so he couldn't even manage that. But Zhao Qilin felt his entire existence collapsing. Under the weight of that boundless majesty, he felt the corpse qi on his body vanish in the blink of an eye, as if he had been shaved clean. Then, he felt all his corpse qi, all his ominous energy, and even the demon qi energy he had just absorbed from the Demon King’s blood essence, disappear without a trace. In an instant, it was all gone!

Truly gone!

Yet, Zhao Qilin did not die immediately, because a fragment of human essence remained within him. As the boundless corpse qi, demon qi, and ominous energies vanished, fresh flesh began to sprout on his bones like an old tree budding anew.

Though he didn't die instantly, death was imminent. The "Sutra of Severing Spirits" was a place where even Lin Yi faced great rejection. Lin Yi could keep his consciousness here indefinitely, but his physical body had a limited stay. It stood to reason that Zhao Qilin would face even harsher rejection. He was not the master of this space; he had no right to be here!

Zhao Qilin was about to perish! The flesh growing on his body was merely a final flicker of life before the end. But none of that mattered anymore. Looking at Lin Yi, Zhao Qilin was filled with unprecedented terror. He had no other thoughts left; he only knew that his life was entirely controlled by the person before him.

So, this Lin Yi was the true powerhouse—a living titan. This mysterious space, even if it didn't belong to Lin Yi, was clearly tied to him; otherwise, why would he be unscathed?

Zhao Qilin knelt. Broken and terrified, he knelt in his heart, and with a loud "thud," his body hit the ground as well.

"Save... save me... spare me... Great Master, Master Lin Yi... spare me..."

Lin Yi smiled. Looking at the kneeling Zhao Qilin, watching the life force dissolve from his body as all the ominous energy was absorbed by the "Sutra of Severing Spirits," Lin Yi felt an extreme sense of exhilaration.

It worked!

Even when he was at the barrier of the small space, Lin Yi had known it might work. He had successfully taken Brother Bai Ke and the others out, letting the "Sutra of Severing Spirits" absorb the space-time energy of the barrier. But that energy was inanimate—Zhao Qilin and the Demon King’s blood demons were living things! Trembling with uncertainty, Lin Yi had decided to take the gamble, and now, it had paid off!

Lin Yi realized something: in close-quarters combat, he was invincible!

As long as the opponent was a demon, ghost, or monster, if they dared to touch him, they were doomed! In fact, with the "Sutra of Severing Spirits," even if they didn't touch him, he could simply employ the spirit of the "Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains." Whenever a demon attacked him, he could act like the old man, one strike after another, transferring their energy into the "Sutra of Severing Spirits"!

Of course, the efficiency might be low. Regardless, if demons used long-range attacks, he might be in trouble, but if he could draw their long-range projectiles into the "Sutra of Severing Spirits," he would be safe. Even against other powerhouses—like Lady Huang Jiu or Old Master An—if they launched a hidden weapon, he could simply shunt it into the "Sutra of Severing Spirits," and his crisis would be resolved. He could even imagine surviving a bomb blast if he could just touch it and pull it into the space.

Having considered this, Lin Yi felt he had truly underestimated the bug-level evolution ability of the "Sutra of Severing Spirits."

Lin Yi let out a hearty laugh. Looking at the dying Zhao Qilin, he said, "Zhao Qilin, I said I would bully you, and I meant it. I’ll tell you now: my name is Lin Yi. The greatest treasure I possess is called the 'Sutra of Severing Spirits.' And I, Lin Yi, am now invincible in close-quarters combat against demons and monsters!"

Lin Yi felt truly formidable. After obtaining the "Sutra of Severing Spirits," he had once thought he could rule the world and be absolutely invincible. He had been wrong then; he had only been trying to scrape by. But now, he realized that this mysterious space was the greatest treasure of all—far better than any candlestick or minor gains. Facing demons, as long as he could get close, he was truly invincible.

With a blink, Lin Yi returned to the space outside the "Sutra of Severing Spirits." In reality, he had only been gone for a second or two. The pure, yang energy of the "Great Cave True Scripture" was still flickering, and the candlestick remained, bathing the area in golden light.

However, Lin Yi had vanished, and in a clash between experts, even a second was enough to be seen through.

After Lin Yi reappeared, the Demon King Blood Demon, who had been trying to seize the source of the small space’s dim consciousness, was completely stunned. The small space’s dim consciousness, being slow-witted, didn't think much of it, but the Demon King’s mind felt as if it had exploded!

What did Lin Yi’s disappearance signify? It wasn't just Lin Yi; where did Zhao Qilin go? The Demon King, currently hiding within the Demon King Pearl, realized the truth in an instant. He knew of the existence of secret spatial realms. That was the only explanation for why they had both vanished!

As the Demon King contemplated this, Lin Yi reappeared, his face glowing with triumph. This only terrified the Demon King further. Lin Yi’s return carried an aura of unstoppable confidence. The Demon King, now convinced of his theory, was struck with dread.

The dim consciousness of the small space, however, remained clueless. It watched the scene, struggling against the encroaching demon qi, and asked a foolish question: "You... Lin Yi... how did you disappear? And... Zhao Qilin... Zhao Qilin is dead... dead? Why did he disappear too...?"

The Demon King, unable to take it anymore, roared at the dim consciousness: "You idiot! It’s obvious! That brat has a spatial treasure! He’s been playing the pig to eat the tiger—he must be the reincarnation of some great ancient powerhouse! We’re doomed! He has a separate secret realm, and he sent Zhao Qilin there!"