Chapter Eight: Slaying the Demon! The Great Cavern Sutra!

If you looked at it as a whole, the countless yellow hairs writhing constantly were nothing short of an uncanny entity. There was no allure to be found—only something grotesque. Just moments ago, Lin Yi had glimpsed the goddess Bingbing’s flawless, pale legs on the television screen; compared to her, this thing before him was simply a monster.

He felt the heat surging from within his body, making it hard to restrain himself—he wanted to swing his arms, to vent all this strength. “Are you doing cosplay? Or are you some alien? Who are you trying to scare with all that hair? Damn you!” With these words, Lin Yi raised his iron rod and struck the yellow-haired woman before him.

Had he relied only on this small iron rod, Lin Yi would surely have been at a disadvantage. But he had already consumed the Body Tempering Pill; the iron rod in his hands seemed to transform into a magical staff, and when he swung it, the air erupted with a violent crack.

“Thud, thud, thud, thud—” The air was sliced apart!

The yellow-haired woman, caught off guard, did not even attempt to evade; in the next instant, the iron rod crashed into her head! With a sickening crack, her skull was shattered—blown apart!

Lin Yi continued to swing the iron rod, and with a flurry of blows, the yellow-haired woman was pulverized into fragments.

After Lin Yi scattered her body, the yellow hairs began to grow rapidly from each bloody chunk, threatening in the blink of an eye to engulf the world in darkness. Lin Yi turned and retreated, pulling from his bag the lighter his ex-girlfriend had given him.

Without hesitation, he chuckled and tossed the lighter. The flame traced a perfect arc through the air.

With a sharp burst, it landed squarely among the yellow hairs. A spark can ignite a prairie. Amidst agonized screams, the lighter quickly set all the yellow hairs ablaze.

Everything before him was devoured by the flames.

Even at the moment of death, the yellow-haired woman’s bloodshot eyes held only confusion, as if unable to comprehend her fate. To challenge Lin Yi was a pitiful endeavor—a battle ended before it even began.

Soon, the flames faded, transforming into a swirl of radiant colors. The brilliance coalesced and flowed into the Divine Beheading Sutra.

As his consciousness blurred, Lin Yi noticed that the three-headed depiction of Lady Huang Jiu on the Sutra had begun to clarify—a small part of it, no longer so dark and obscure.

“Sealed and collected: the thousand-year cultivation avatar of Lady Huang Jiu, the weasel demoness. Reward: Heaven-grade lower-tier technique, Great Cavern Sutra.”

“Great Cavern Sutra: Heaven-grade lower-tier cultivation, also known as the Yellow Court Canon. The purest, most yang technique, prime among Daoist scriptures. Mastery dispels evil, slays demons. To reach the highest level is to become a Heaven-grade lower-tier expert; its power radiates across all creation, unconquerable, invulnerable to all evil.”

On the stone table, beside the Divine Beheading Sutra, another scripture appeared: the Great Cavern Sutra.

The Divine Beheading Sutra had bestowed another reward—this was a Heaven-grade lower-tier technique!

Among the hierarchy of Huang, Xuan, Earth, and Heaven, Heaven-grade techniques were the highest. Such a technique would allow Lin Yi to cultivate to the Heaven-grade lower-tier realm. According to the information he had gleaned from the Sutra, those at this level could easily slay Lady Huang Jiu’s true form.

At a mere glance, Lin Yi realized some of the secrets of the Great Cavern Sutra. This technique, the purest and most potent yang, would manifest three dantian during cultivation—at the brow, the heart, and below the navel.

Thus, the resources required would be three times that of ordinary techniques!

“Once I master the Great Cavern Sutra, I’ll be able to throw a punch that can shatter space itself, creating great holes. But since this technique starts by tempering the bones, my bones will be the first to develop cavities. The energy is truly remarkable—every bit cultivated is pure yang, burning away demons and ghosts!”

Unable to contain his joy, Lin Yi was eager to begin cultivation at once.

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Biting back his impatience, Lin Yi read the small line of text appearing on the Divine Beheading Sutra.

It revealed that the opponent he had just defeated was indeed an avatar of Lady Huang Jiu, known as the demoness.

In the gray illustration of Lady Huang Jiu, this avatar comprised less than one percent of her power!

Simultaneously, all the memories belonging to this avatar were now lodged within Lin Yi’s mind.

…

Midsummer.

The grass was lush, the sky an unblemished blue.

A beautiful girl wore a sorrowful expression, tears streaming down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string. She ran as she cried, losing her shoes in her haste, her feet scraped and bleeding, yet oblivious to the pain.

Soon, she stopped.

She was at a riverside embankment, where water was clear and grass was green, the river not deep.

Still, the girl sobbed uncontrollably.

This was a small park, often visited by elderly people practicing Tai Chi. The sudden appearance of a crying, stunningly beautiful girl naturally drew attention; some elderly folk came over to comfort her.

As they spoke words of consolation, the placid lake surface, bathed in sunlight, suddenly revealed the image of a human face.

That face was identical to the crying girl’s.

The elders were petrified, quickly scattering in fear.

The girl abruptly lifted her head, her tear-streaked face marked by impressions from her clothing.

She stared intensely at the face in the river, confused—why was her own visage reflected in the water?

In the next moment, the face twisted into a sinister grin. Amidst laughter, a ghastly pale hand shot out from the river, grabbing the girl’s ankle.

“Help… help…” the girl cried as she was dragged into the river.

The water was icy cold; she longed for warmth.

The sinister face appeared again.

“I am you, you are me. Let us embrace and warm each other.”

The girl, naïve and inexperienced, hazily agreed.

At once, yellow hairs swirled around her body.

“Let’s eat something… eat, and be warm…”

Beneath the bridge, a beggar huddled in rags.

It was late; rain poured endlessly. The beggar, sheltering under the bridge, felt chilled to the bone.

Suddenly, he sensed a woman staring at him from afar.

The beggar was mentally ill, but not entirely unaware; he shrank his head, pressing cardboard tighter against himself.

But with a sharp sound, the cardboard was pierced by a clump of yellow hair, and the beggar was dragged away.

At night, rain lashed down, and eerie green ghost flames gathered.

One, two, three…

Countless ghost lights converged, emitting a strange energy.

A battered iron cauldron, its liquid boiling despite the gaping cracks.

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Inside, a vile stench rose, and skulls with eye sockets floated amidst the boiling, sticky white broth.

“Delicious… delicious… this taste, so good…”

…

Beyond these memories, Lin Yi realized that through this perspective, he could even sense the act of eating—it nauseated him thoroughly.

Yet this only further convinced him that Lady Huang Jiu truly deserved to die. Her perverse appetite was revolting—she must be destroyed!

This was but a glimpse of the memories held by this demoness; the true Lady Huang Jiu was fiercer, more brutal, more depraved.

Shuddering with dread, Lin Yi gritted his teeth, glanced outside, and found that apart from his lighter, the corridor showed no signs of fire.

He knew now that Lady Huang Jiu’s avatar was utterly destroyed.

Picking up the lighter, Lin Yi closed the door and, in the next moment, found himself within the space, reaching for the Great Cavern Sutra on the stone table.

“I was just fretting—if not for this space’s aid after taking the Body Tempering Pill, I’d definitely be dead. Now a technique arrives—just like someone handing me a pillow when I need sleep. The energy within me finally has an outlet!”

Without delay, Lin Yi began to study the scripture.

He could sense that this space seemed to fuse with his body—like Zhuangzi’s dream of the butterfly; who knows if Zhuangzi dreamed he was a butterfly, or the butterfly dreamed it was Zhuangzi?

Cultivating the Great Cavern Sutra here was twice as effective with half the effort.

…

As Lin Yi cultivated, far away on a deserted mountain, the anguished roar provoked by the weasel’s death thundered once again.

“Hurt me… die, die, die…”

“Death is not enough, death is not enough…”

…

The night passed without further incident.

The following morning, Lin Yi awoke with a smile at the corner of his lips.

The avatar of Lady Huang Jiu he had slain last night, though only possessing less than one percent of her true power, was formidable nonetheless.

When Lin Yi killed the previous weasel seeking favors, he had depended on the Divine Beheading Sutra’s inherent supreme power.

But that power, while potent, could not be relied upon endlessly—ultimately, one must rely on their own strength.

The Body Tempering Pill, Lin Yi remembered, was merely of the lowest Huang grade.

Yet it allowed him to defeat Lady Huang Jiu’s avatar with his own might!

The Great Cavern Sutra, a Heaven-grade lower-tier technique, brought benefits far beyond those of the Body Tempering Pill.

Over the course of the night, Lin Yi comprehended the initial cultivation method of the Sutra.

He knew, however, that he owed much to the Body Tempering Pill; his potential was not yet so great as to fully grasp the early stages of a Heaven-grade technique.

Of course, “fully grasped” meant only that Lin Yi understood the preliminary phase well for now.

He had studied only a portion, not enough to be certain of everything, but even so, Lin Yi already felt himself transformed once more!

Now, simply by moving his fists and feet, channeling the energy of the Great Cavern Sutra within, he could slay demons and exorcise evil!

Moreover, Lin Yi could sense that the Sutra truly made the cultivator’s body riddled with holes!

Last night, all two hundred and six of his bones were vibrating during cultivation; with the energy of the Body Tempering Pill surging, it seemed as if countless tiny holes had formed within them!

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