Chapter 55: The Great Demon of Sichuan

That afternoon, Wang Xinyue complained in the chat group: "Last night, the house was surging with a terrifying black aura. That black aura stirred up my inner demons, almost causing me to fall into deviation. I heard a man's voice by my ear saying, 'This is a small warning for you. If you ever dare to leak my identity again, what awaits you will be far more than just this little bit of black aura.'"

Hearing this, my heart tightened instantly, and I quickly brought up my dream about Wang Xinyue last night, as well as the events concerning An Lushan over the past two days.

Wang Xinyue grew angry: "Damn it, coming after me even for what was leaked in a dream! But I, Lü Dongbin, am truly not afraid of him. Little sister, send me that photo, and I'll use mind-to-mind resonance to figure out whose primordial spirit this fellow actually is!"

Yuer: "No need, I already remember who he is."

Zhong Yang was also curious: "Whose primordial spirit is An Lushan?"

I detailed the matter to the two of them in the group: "He is a powerful demon from Sichuan. There are countless mountains in Sichuan, which also means there are countless spirits and demons cultivating within them. This Sichuan demon is the leader of the largest gang of demons near the Guanjiang Mansion."

Just as modern society still has underground criminal underworlds despite being a society ruled by law, if Erlang Shen represented the legitimate, official authorities of the Guanjiang Mansion standing on the side of the light, then the Sichuan demon was the boss of the underground forces, belonging to the dark side.

The forces of light and darkness frequently clashed and rubbed against each other. Although Yang Jian commanded one thousand two hundred grassroots deities under his banner, the cultivation and magic power of the Sichuan demon were not low either. Moreover, anyone who could rise to become a boss naturally had countless followers and underlings under his command. Therefore, after multiple bouts between the two, the outcome remained a tight match with neither side able to secure a definitive victory.

Even if the demon race did not speak of it aloud, in their hearts they actually envied the divine race. After all, between heaven and earth, the status of the divine race was loftily supreme. If the divine race were aristocrats and the human race commoners, then the demon race was of humble birth. Furthermore, the divine race not only held revered status, but also possessed countless coveted magical treasures, elixir pills, and miraculous immortal fruits capable of prolonging life and enhancing cultivation. It was precisely because of this that so many members of the demon race, at all costs, dreamed and yearned to cultivate into immortals and deities, hoping to cast off their humble demon registry.

The Sichuan demon had always been unconvinced by Yang Jian. Yang Jian merely had a slightly better origin than him; by what right should the Guanjiang Mansion belong to him alone? In the world of the demon race, strength was paramount, yet Yang Jian simply relied on his divine bloodline to win the incense offerings and worship of mortals.

In order to find dirt on Yang Jian, pull him down from his position, and replace him, the Sichuan demon sent his subordinate underlings every day to act as secret scouts, lurking around the Guanjiang Mansion and silently observing Yang Jian's every move. Until one day, when a scouting underling finished his shift and returned to report the latest developments of the Guanjiang Mansion as usual, the scout spoke incoherently, his sentences completely disconnected and out of order, looking as though his soul had left his body.

At first, the Sichuan demon thought that Yang Jian had discovered his surveillance and secretly cast some kind of spell to muddle his subordinate's mind as a warning. But no matter what methods the Sichuan demon tried, he could not detect the slightest trace of tampering on the underling, leaving him utterly baffled.

Until the second scouting underling finished his shift and returned to report the news from the Guanjiang Mansion. Although he was not as muddled and dazed as the first scout, the corners of his eyes and brows were brimming with amorous longing, and from time to time he would mutter to himself, "She is so beautiful, she is so beautiful... I still want to go back and look at her again, why did you make me change shifts right at that moment..."

Just like the previous scouting underling, not a single trace of any problem could be detected on the second scout; everything was normal to a degree that defied explanation.

In his annoyance, the Sichuan demon finally lost his restraint and decided that this time, regardless of his status, he would go and investigate in person. Because Yang Jian's third eye was extremely formidable, he could only hide in a bird's nest set up in a tall, flourishing tree some distance away from the Guanjiang Mansion, transforming himself into a slightly exposed bird's egg. Before long, the gates of the Guanjiang Mansion swung open.

Yang Jian walked out of the residential gate with his arms around a woman. The woman wore a deep crimson dress embroidered with dark gold patterns, her hair coiled in a cloud-like bun pinned with a peony-shaped golden hairpin, and pink crystal tassel earrings hanging from her lobes. Her skin was like crushed snow, and her lips were painted a red of the most enchanting and extreme vibrancy. There was not a trace of vulgarity about her, but rather an incomparable, breathtaking, and dazzling beauty. Some said that the aura of Yu Li easily caused men to fall in love with her at first sight, while others said that the most beautiful aspect of Yu Li was precisely a pair of eyes—with a single gentle glance, even the lotus flowers of the Western Sacred Realm would wither in advance!

That afternoon, Wang Xinyue complained in the chat group... (Skipped duplicated fragment)

The Sichuan demon had not read many books; he only felt that this woman was as beautiful as thorny briers laced with poison. That aggressively striking beauty pierced straight into the depths of one's heart, leaving him in a daze, his mind feeling both unbearably tingly with a sensual itch and vaguely aching.

The two of them stood beside the stone lion near the residential gate, leaning against each other with lingering reluctance. Looking at Yuer with eyes full of infinite affection, Yang Jian said tenderly, "Yuer, let me personally escort you back to Kunlun Mountain after all. I am not at ease with you returning alone..."

"Didn't you say there are still many official documents waiting for you to review on your desk? You have to submit them early tomorrow morning," Yuer said gently, swaying his arm. "Don't worry, I will send you a message the moment I arrive home." With that, she summoned a brilliant, dazzling five-colored auspicious cloud and leapt onto it lightly. Turning her head, she flashed a radiant smile at Yang Jian, waved her sleeve, and drove the auspicious cloud toward Kunlun Mountain at high speed.

The Sichuan demon remained intoxicated by Yuer's peerless countenance, taking a long while to snap out of his trance.

If previously he had been unconvinced by Yang Jian's jurisdiction and always dreamed of one day replacing Yang Jian to take everything Yang Jian possessed as his own, now there was one more item added to the things he wanted to seize: Yang Jian's beautiful girlfriend.

Later on, whenever Yuer traveled to and from Sichuan on several occasions, she inevitably found her path blocked and harassed by this Sichuan demon, to the point of driving her to utter disgust.

Hearing this, Zhong Yang couldn't help but reply in the group: "So, the Sichuan demon is An Lushan! Unofficial histories even claim that An Lushan and Yang Yuhuan had a clandestine affair. Pah! Such an ugly man doesn't even deserve to taint our peerless and magnificent Imperial Noble Consort sister!"

Wang Xinyue also couldn't help asking me: "Little sister, I've never seen the historical Yang Yuhuan. How closely do you actually resemble Yang Yuhuan?"

Pondering and recalling, I replied: "I suppose there's about a ninety percent resemblance. Yang Yuhuan was even more beautiful than me, her superiority lying in her demeanor and spiritual charm..."

Wang Xinyue sent an exaggerated "wow" emoji: "No way! Little sister, you are already the crown jewel of our Kunlun Mountain. If Yang Yuhuan is even more beautiful than you, what kind of stunning beauty must she be?"

Zhong Yang sighed: "No wonder during our mind-to-mind resonance last time, Yang Jian said the woman he loved most was Yang Yuhuan."

I replied: "Therefore, Yang Yuhuan is a white moonlight that even I cannot defeat!"

As we chatted to this point, I suddenly felt that something seemed wrong with my face; it felt uncomfortably itchy. Having no other choice, I hurriedly initiated a video call in the group chat, connecting to Zhong Yang.

The screen flickered, and Zhong Yang's eyes suddenly widened in shock: "Xiaoqian, your primordial spirit is aging rapidly."

And it wasn't just the appearance of my primordial spirit that was aging; influenced by this, even the nasolabial folds on my face in the mortal realm deepened significantly. Just as Zhong Yang was concentrating fully on examining my face, a low, evil man's voice sounded quietly beside her ear, carrying an unquestionable threat: "Even if you know me, you cannot see me. A beauty I cannot attain—even if I destroy her, I will never let her remain for Yang Jian to possess."

Sure enough, after trying several times, Zhong Yang was unable to restore my face.

It was only when we contacted Teacher Xing and he intervened that my appearance was effortlessly restored to its original state. Afterward, with a single thought, his primordial spirit stepped out of his body, shining with golden light throughout. The Divine Lord of Kunlun stepped upon colorful auspicious clouds and galloped all the way directly toward Sichuan.

The land of Sichuan was the Bashu basin, surrounded by mountains and covered with lush forests, featuring a complex and intricate terrain. In this land, the Sichuan demon was akin to the king of the fox clan here, with a multitude of foxes under his command and immense power.

The fox clan was naturally skilled in transformation arts and exceptionally cunning. Knowing that the Divine Lord of Kunlun was about to arrive, and in order to conceal his tracks, the Sichuan demon ordered all his subordinate foxes to transform into his likeness, while he himself hid among this multitude of foxes, attempting to confuse the line of sight so that the Divine Lord of Kunlun could not figure out who the real Sichuan demon was.

When the Divine Lord of Kunlun descended from the sky clad in a dark dragon-patterned brocade battle robe and stepping on brilliant colorful auspicious clouds, what met his eyes across the mountains and plains were foxes of identical form and appearance—some standing, some lying, as uniform as if they had been copy-pasted.

One had to know that the heavenly decrees strictly forbade the indiscriminate slaughter of the innocent. Yet a sharp, blade-like gleam suddenly flashed in the Divine Lord's eyes. The slaying sword that had accompanied him through countless battles left its scabbard without a moment's hesitation, its edge flashing with a cold light like a dormant silver dragon, carrying the majestic momentum of mountains and rivers straight to slash at a fox crouching in a tree.

Clearly not expecting to be seen through so quickly, the fox swayed its form on the tree, panicked, and retreated as it dropped to the ground. Amidst a flash of light, it transformed back into its true form—a man wearing a dark brown battle robe with high cheekbones and a narrow, elongated face, his expression a mix of shock and suspicion.

Only then did the Sichuan demon see that a strand of brilliant golden light was flickering between the brows of the Divine Lord of Kunlun, which then retracted. It turned out that it wasn't just Yang Jian who possessed the heavenly eye capable of piercing through the true appearances of all things in the three realms; between the brows of the Divine Lord of Kunlun also existed a heavenly eye capable of seeing through all sorts of disguises assumed by humans, ghosts, deities, immortals, and demons across the three realms.

Secretly crying out that it was bad, the Sichuan demon realized he had been careless. Since he could no longer use fox illusions, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight the Divine Lord of Kunlun.

His eyes instantly turned as red as flames, and he let out a deafening roar from his mouth. The demonic energy within his body surged violently like a breached dam, as if intent on destroying everything in its path. A violent gale suddenly arose in the mountain forest like a rampaging giant beast running wild, tearing at trees and underbrush. Simultaneously, the nine black fox tails behind him grew wildly at an astonishing speed, nearly covering the entire mountain forest.

Wherever the nine fox tails swept past, hundreds and thousands of towering ancient trees split apart with crisp snaps, turning into a sky full of wood shavings and fragments amidst thunderous roaring noises. The target direction of all nine fox tails was one and the same: the Divine Lord of Kunlun, who stood there unflinching and with a calm expression.

In the blink of an eye, the nine fox tails intertwined and wrapped around the Divine Lord of Kunlun tightly like a ball of yarn, completely engulfing his figure. Before the Sichuan demon could even let out a breath of relief, a deafening explosion ripped through the sky: "Boom!" The nine fox tails were blasted into inch-sized fragments. Accompanied by this unstoppable shockwave, the Sichuan demon crashed heavily downward, smashing the mountain rocks and creating a striking, sunken pit basin, his entire body sinking deeply into it in a deeply miserable state.

The Divine Lord of Kunlun stood in place, wisps of lingering thunder light still flickering around his palms. That was the essence of the Five-Thunder Array he had refined earlier with supreme magical power, condensing it into a thunderball of terrifying might, specifically waiting for the moment the nine fox tails swarmed him to blast them all into dust simultaneously.

This time, the slaying sword left its scabbard once more with dazzling cold light. The Divine Lord of Kunlun leapt with nimble form, dropping into the sunken basin, intent on completely executing this Sichuan demon.

Knowing his fate was sealed, the Sichuan demon spat out a mouthful of fresh blood while still shouting defiantly and unyieldingly: "I've been Yang Jian's sworn enemy for so many years—do you think that Yang Jian is really such a good person? And what about that Li Longji? After Yang Yuhuan died, why did he exhume her grave? Do you have any idea what he did to Yang Yuhuan's human soul? Ha ha... Talking about 'willing to be flying birds wing to wing in heaven'—not a single ordinary person would do the things Li Longji did. At least I never made Yang Yuhuan suffer so bitterly even after her death."