My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 215: Chapter 215: Monster for 300 Years (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

Houjin, Snow Forest.

The peaks that soared high into the clouds, shrouded in perennial snow, seemed both hidden and visible.

Mountains and forests, all covered in ice and snow, presented a serene beauty amidst their majesty and transcended the rugged terrain with their sublime presence.

The snow-capped mountains were not only majestic but also exquisitely prominent, pristine as crystal jade and brilliant as thirteen sharp swords, lying across the mountaintops like a nimble silver jade dragon against the backdrop of the azure sky.

The map of Houjin was of such a large scale that it rivaled the combined lands of Great Yan and Zhao Country, consisting of three main regions.

The first was the plains bordering Yan Country, inhabited by many assimilated peoples from Yan Country and Houjin, presenting a landscape and culture that was quite chaotic. Although it was part of Houjin territory, it still differed somewhat from the traditional Houjin grassland tribes.

The second was the real rulers of Houjin—the grassland tribes of Houjin. These tribes were now the true nobles of the Houjin dynasty, possessing nearly all of the rich grasslands recognized as belonging to the people of Houjin.

The last was the Great Snow Mountain beyond the grasslands, a land of perennial ice and snow, sparse resources, and few inhabitants.

Yet, this place occupied three-tenths of Houjin’s territory and was also home to a few exotic tribes.

Houjin had always wanted to subdue these tribes, but due to the harsh weather and the fact that these tribes had many capable and extraordinary people, several attempts to conquer them had ended in failure.

Descriptions of these exotic tribes were very vague; some said they were related to the pre-Qin people, originally belonging to the ancestral land but later driven to remote corners of the world to escape wars.

Others believed they were fundamentally different from the people of the ancestral lands because their habits and beliefs had no record in historical texts.

There were various opinions regarding the exotic tribes.

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In the towering snow mountains, there was an ice cave.

At the entrance of the ice cave stood several statues made of solid ice, which under the dazzling sunlight, shimmered and captured the eye with their splendor.

Around it gathered dozens of people in extraordinary attire, the leader of whom was an old man with white hair like snow, his face extraordinarily aged, his body slightly hunched.

“Did someone break in?”

The white-haired elder inquired.

A middle-aged man beside him spoke softly, “That person has great strength, killed Huai Chi with a single palm, and then calmly entered the forbidden area.”

This middle-aged man was none other than the chieftain of the Snow Mountain tribe.

The white-haired elder furrowed his brows and asked, “Can any information about his background be clarified?”

The chieftain of the Snow Mountain tribe replied, “I just examined Huai Chi’s corpse. There was a black qi mechanism surrounding it, similar to demonic qi, most likely someone from the Dongluo Pass of the Demon Sect.”

The white-haired elder’s brows furrowed even deeper, “Our Snow Mountain tribe has never had any grievances with the Demon Sect. Why would a person from the Demon Sect suddenly intrude into our forbidden land?”

The chieftain of the Snow Mountain tribe asked in a deep voice, “Elder Ancestor, what should we do now?”

“The Snow Mountain tribe once swore to heaven and earth that no one from our tribe would enter this ice cave,”

the white-haired elder said coldly. “I want to see who this bold intruder is.”

With that, the elder sat down cross-legged.

Just then, the howling wind and snow in the air stopped instantly, and the skilled fighters from the Snow Mountain tribe watching this all showed a hint of respect in their eyes, and then gradually retreated into the distance.

Outside the ice cave was piercingly cold, but inside it was even colder to the bone.

A man dressed in purple, with white hair and a youthful complexion, walked deeper into the cave holding a fire stick, with a token hanging from his waist—a legacy item from the Demon Sect, the Heavenly Demon Order.

This man was none other than Jiang Shang, the former Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect.

The firelight glowed brightly, casting its light on his expressionless face.

The ice cave was long, and even after walking for the duration it would take to burn two sticks of incense, he had not reached the end.

Mostly what lay on the ground were corpses frozen into ice sculptures, dressed in very ancient clothing, with a variety of weapons in their hands.

Jiang Shang recognized that these were all attire from the Qin Dynasty, and because the place was extremely cold, these people had not decayed, even after a thousand years of death.

A few moments later, a cold and fierce qi surged towards him from ahead, causing a slight tremor in Jiang Shang’s heart.

“Hmm!?”

Jiang Shang’s eyes shone like electricity as he looked forward.

He saw a massive ice sculpture ahead, about ten feet tall and twenty feet long, looking closely, the ice sculpture was not a creature but more like a bundle of cold, crimson qi.

“Undying Blood!?”

Jiang Shang’s pupils dilated suddenly, his eyes filled with fervor, and his heart thumped violently.

From this massive ice sculpture, he could feel an exquisite breath, the same as what he had sensed once in Yu State City.

This meant that inside this ice sculpture there must be the Undying Blood he sought.

“Undying Blood, I have finally found Undying Blood again, hahahaha!”

Jiang Shang laughed loudly, tears even streamed down his face.

In the face of immortality, what was a Demi Immortal?

If he were immortal, not to mention a Demi Immortal, even a real Immortal was within reach.

Soon, Jiang Shang calmed down.

Recalling his last experience of refining the Undying Blood, he was not in a hurry to take action but stared quietly at the ice sculpture, deep in thought.

Suddenly, an idea came to him.

Jiang Shang took a step forward, holding a fire striker in his left hand, and with his right hand, he struck forward.

Boom!

The powerful True Qi surged forth like a tidal wave, and the ice sculpture in front of him began to melt at a visibly fast rate.

The ice sculpture grew smaller and smaller, and the crimson gas inside seemed to be continuously compressed, making the ice sculpture even redder.

Originally one zhang tall and two zhang long, the ice sculpture instantly shrank to the size of a water tank and continued to melt and decrease in size.

Moreover, the crimson gas inside was wildly compressed; the originally crimson gas turned purple-red, and at the end, it even emitted a hint of black light.

As Jiang Shang’s True Qi continuously surged toward it, the ice sculpture eventually shrank to the size of an egg, and at that moment, he abruptly retracted his True Qi.

“Swoosh!”

The egg-sized block of ice was sucked into Jiang Shang’s palm, with the crimson gas inside compressed to the extreme, turning black and red.

“Undying….”

Clutching the egg-sized block of ice, Jiang Shang’s breathing grew somewhat rapid.

Over millions of years, countless people had pursued eternal life and immortality, only to die in the rolling torrents of time.

Eternal longevity, it’s like a mountain blocking all the grandmasters of the ages, and now, he, Jiang Shang, was about to surpass this mountain.

Jiang Shang took a deep breath and, without any hesitation, swallowed the ice block directly.

The moment the ice block entered his belly, it melted instantly, and the black and red gas inside it burst forth, exploding like a volcanic eruption, assaulting Jiang Shang’s heavenly spirit.

“Ah—-!”

In the next moment, a tremendous pain surged, and blood began to flow from all his orifices.

Jiang Shang’s face twisted in immense agony.

This pain was like being roasted over flames, his skin, flesh, meridians, and every nerve enduring tremendous suffering.

But Jiang Shang’s strong will remained incredibly calm; even under such tremendous pain, a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

True Qi surged from his Dantian, moving throughout his body, attempting to suppress the volcano-like surge of red gas.

Because Jiang Shang knew, this was just the beginning.

…….

In the tranquil courtyard at Dongluo Pass, Zhao Qingmei’s long eyelashes blinked slightly, like clouds dispersing to reveal the moon.

“It’s so late already.”

Zhao Qingmei abruptly sat up, then noticed she was only in her undergarments and quickly covered herself with the quilt, her face flushing.

“Awake?”

An Jing heard the noise inside the room and slowly walked in.

Zhao Qingmei rubbed her head, chiding herself, “It’s already bright out; have you eaten? I’ll get up now and prepare something.”

An Jing said indifferently, “Lie down.”

Hearing this, Zhao Qingmei glanced at An Jing, then obediently lay back down on the bed.

An Jing tucked the quilt around Zhao Qingmei, “There is no kitchen in this separate courtyard, so I asked Tan Yun to buy some food on the street, she should be back soon.”

It was a peculiar thing; as the Hierarch of the Demon Sect, Zhao Qingmei’s aspirations surprised even An Jing, with a flick of her robe thinking to tread upon Jianghu.

But sometimes, she would rather cook, do the laundry, and take care of these mundane daily tasks for An Jing.

In her bones, she wanted to be the little woman cuddling next to An Jing, yet also the Hierarch of the Demon Sect capable of holding up a piece of the sky.

Or perhaps, she wanted to do everything well.

As if she intended to swallow all hardships and fatigue by herself.

An Jing looked at Zhao Qingmei on the bed, asking, “Do you know what happened to you?”

Zhao Qingmei thought for a moment, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, “I don’t know; I just felt very drowsy and fell asleep without realizing it.”

With her cultivation, it was impossible for her spirit to be so depleted, indicating there was definitely a problem.

An Jing said, “It’s your Dantian, I think there must be some issue with your cultivation of the ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture.'”

“Dantian, could it be the Demon Seed?”

Zhao Qingmei pondered doubtfully.

An Jing asked, “Are you talking about the Demon Seed condensed in the Sealing Demon Well?”

Zhao Qingmei nodded and said, “To reach the Eighth Layer of the ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture,’ one must condense a Demon Seed. Back then, with my cultivation, it would have taken at least several dozen days to condense the Demon Seed, but with Senior Nan’s assistance under the Sealing Demon Well, it only took eight days.”

“Senior Nan is a Great Grandmaster, and she also cultivates the ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture.’ Presumably, she should know some reasons. I will go down the Sealing Demon Well later to ask her about the situation.”

An Jing pondered for a moment and said, “You have already come out of the Sealing Demon Well, so don’t go back. I will go instead; you should rest well here.”

He was also filled with curiosity about the extremely mysterious Sealing Demon Well, especially given that he was an expert who had achieved the Great Grandmaster Realm.

Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing and spoke softly, “I am a bit worried if you go alone; the Sealing Demon Well is no ordinary place, and reaching the deepest part is very challenging….”

To find Nan Weiping, one needed to enter the deepest part of the Sealing Demon Well, a feat seldom accomplished by even the experimented experts of the Demon Sect.

An Jing smiled and said, “Leave it to me; there won’t be any problems.”

Seeing this, Zhao Qingmei no longer insisted and said, “Then take the Heavenly Flipping Seal with you. With it, you can sneak into the Sealing Demon Well without making any sound.”

“Alright.”

After Zhao Qingmei gave a few more instructions, An Jing left with the Evil Suppressing Sword that was on the wall.

The Sealing Demon Platform was located in the Dongluo Desert, over five hundred miles from Dongluo Pass; the journey was not considered short, and finding the place would be very difficult without a map.

The desert was assaulted by fierce winds, whipping up sand and darkening the sky.

The sun blazed furiously, as if it intended to burn the earth into oblivion.

An Jing’s cultivation had reached the Master Realm, and coupled with the ‘Nameless Heart Scripture’ that continuously absorbed True Qi, he traveled extremely fast, finally finding the oasis after about five hours.

In the oasis, there was a Jade Tower, elegant and majestic, like a fairyland.

This was the Demon Sect Holy Land, the Sealing Demon Platform.

By then, the sky was dim, night had fallen, and the cold wind cut like a blade, giving a chilling sensation to the bone.

An Jing concealed all his aura and silently landed on the Sealing Demon Platform.

With the presence of the breath of the Heavenly Flipping Seal, it seemed not to trigger any reactions.

Not far from the great hall was a massive well.

The well’s mouth was two zhang in diameter, and at the four corners of the well were stone statues of the four exotic beasts: Qinglong, Baihu, Zhuque, Xuanwu, all entwined with iron chains that extended into the well’s mouth, seemingly forming a bizarre formation.

The area around the Sealing Demon Well was filled with a thick aura of slaughter; one would feel their scalp tingle just approaching it, and even the skin would ooze with blood.

The Sealing Demon Well!

An Jing arrived at the mouth of the Sealing Demon Well and looked down.

The well was enshrouded in darkness, seemingly bottomless at a glance.

An Jing took a deep breath and jumped into the Sealing Demon Well.

“Whoosh!”

As his body entered the Sealing Demon Well, the surging aura of blood ruthlessly approached, like thousands of steel needles stabbing at him, but these assaults had not yet neared his body when his Protective True Qi immediately dissolved them all.

After a few breaths, he finally landed at the bottom of the well.

Just landing on the bottom, An Jing already felt a faint pressure engulfing him.

In this Sealing Demon Well, there was Spiritual Essence left by the sitting transformation of Demon Sect experts. However, in recent years, as Jiang Shang acted perversely, the number of Demon Sect experts had dwindled, making the Spiritual Essence in this secret place of the Sealing Demon Well very rare, and with the previous actions of Zhao Qingmei, Jiang Renyi, and others who had taken some of the Spiritual Essence, it had become even rarer.

An Jing walked towards the deeper part of the Sealing Demon Well, passing many corpses of Demon Sect experts, all of whom had their Spiritual Essence extracted.

The deeper he walked into the Sealing Demon Well, the greater the pressure, eventually causing An Jing’s brows to furrow tightly, feeling a hint of pressure. Yet as the ‘Nameless Heart Scripture’ began to operate, that pressure quickly lessened significantly.

“The ‘Nameless Heart Scripture,’ a combination of three secret techniques, can actually block that surging pressure. What would the complete ‘Nameless Heart Scripture’ be like if I could also obtain the ‘Beidou Seven Stars Technique’?”

An Jing thought to himself, quickening his steps even further.

Suddenly, a corpse lying on the ground ahead caught his attention. Before he could approach to examine it, a voice came from ahead.

“Youngster, you don’t practice the heart method of the Demon Sect, how did you enter this Sealing Demon Well?”

“Senior must be Senior Nan, this junior is An Jing,” An Jing replied, cupping his fists towards the direction of the voice.

The voice came again, “An Jing, you are Zhao Qingmei’s husband?”

An Jing replied solemnly, “Yes, I came here to ask Senior Nan some questions and try to help Senior Nan sever this Nine Heavens Profound Iron.”

“Thanks for that, then come into the stone cave.”

An Jing nodded, continuing his walk forward. With the operation of the ‘Nameless Heart Scripture,’ he quickly spotted the stone cave.

“Clang!” “Clang!”

As the sound of the iron chains vibrating echoed, Nan Weiping’s voice called out, “Please come in.”

An Jing narrowed his eyes, took out a fire striker, and slowly walked into the stone cave.

Just then, a black radiance suddenly emerged on the Earth Book in his mind.

“Hint Three: Black opportunity nearby.”

An Jing felt as if thunder were echoing in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged.

Nan Weiping, upon seeing An Jing walk in, was secretly startled and couldn’t help but say, “You are that young girl’s husband, not only are you good-looking, but your cultivation is also astounding.”

She had thought Zhao Qingmei’s reaching the Grandmaster Realm was already astonishing, yet here was this young man who seemed not much older but had also reached the Grandmaster Realm. How could she not be surprised?

Could it be that Grandmasters now roamed everywhere outside?

“You flatter me,” An Jing said.

An Jing followed the voice and saw an old woman not far ahead, her body bound by dense iron chains around her arms and ankles.

Nan Weiping sighed, “At your age, even a thousand years ago, you would be considered a prodigy. It’s not flattery. What do you seek by coming here?”

This couple truly was exceptional, each possessing the qualifications of a Great Grandmaster.

An Jing bowed with hands clasped, “The demon seed within Qingmei’s Dantian is somewhat peculiar, subtly releasing demonic qi. Lately, she has been feeling drowsy and listless. I have specifically come to inquire about this.”

Nan Weiping waved her hand and laughed, “This is normal. The demon seed has taken root and is now germinating. Soon, it will surge with boundless vitality, and she will be able to reach the Ninth Layer, even elevating her cultivation significantly.”

An Jing frowned, “Normal? I noticed that the demonic qi is quite unusual, completely out of control within the body. Is that also normal?”

Nan Weiping’s eyes flashed a sharp light, “Demon Cult Techniques have always been like this. They can propel your advancement by leaps and bounds, but they come with constraints.”

An Jing nodded, Demon Cult Techniques indeed were as such—fast in cultivation but with strong side effects. Nan Weiping had not spoken wrongly.

With a light chuckle, Nan Weiping said, “You need not worry, once it fully germinates, such a situation will no longer occur.”

An Jing nodded slightly, sighing, “Alright then.”

Nan Weiping continued to reassure, “With me here, you can be at ease.”

An Jing took a deep breath, “Then I will fulfill the promise made by my wife and see if the sword in my hand can sever these Nine Heavens Profound Iron chains and free you.”

“Cang Lang—!”

As the Evil Suppressing Sword was drawn, icy coldness permeated the cave.

“Excellent sword!”

Seeing this, Nan Weiping could not help but exclaim in admiration.

An Jing’s True Qi was potent, like the vast rivers and lakes, fuelling the Evil Suppressing Sword before he fiercely chopped toward the front.

The sword light roared, swift as lightning and with an endless sharp momentum, as if it could split the entire cave.

At the instant the sword light struck, Nan Weiping’s heart chilled, and she quickly crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Clang!”

The sword light forcefully chopped onto the iron chains, releasing a deafening sound of metal clashing that nearly shattered eardrums.

“Tat tat tat…”

Nan Weiping stepped back continuously, her face turning quite ugly as she coldly said, “Boy, are you trying to cut the chains or cut me down?”

This strike seemed not aimed at the chains but rather at her head—if she hadn’t reacted quickly, even her Half-immortal Body would have had difficulty withstanding that sword.

An Jing, expressionless, said, “Old thing, you might deceive my wife, but you can’t fool me. The Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture is only for the Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect to cultivate. Even if you are the wife of the Sect Hierarch, I doubt you have the qualifications.”

“Besides, how exactly were you imprisoned here? It must have been for some serious crimes.”

From the moment the Earth Book prompted him, he had been wary of Nan Weiping in front of him. That previous sword strike was a test, and clearly, Nan Weiping had been prepared as well.

Nan Weiping raised an eyebrow, “Young man, this is my secret. How can I tell you so easily?”

An Jing narrowed his eyes, coldly saying, “Old thing, stop pretending. What exactly is that demon seed?”

At An Jing’s words, it was as if the last piece of Nan Weiping’s veil of shame had been torn off.

“Well done, quite the clever young man.”

Nan Weiping’s facial muscles twitched, her features contorting into something horrifying as she burst into crazed laughter.

“Hahahahaha!”

Seeing the crazed Nan Weiping before him, An Jing felt a chill in his heart, gripping the Evil Suppressing Sword even tighter.

Nan Weiping’s blood-red eyes fixed on An Jing, her voice piercingly shrill and exhaustive as she roared, “Do you know how many years I’ve spent here? Over three hundred years! That’s three hundred years! Do you understand what three hundred years entail?”

“I’ve been trapped here for over three hundred years. Do you know how I’ve spent these three hundred years? Every year, every month, every year, staring at a lightless cave, this body of mine has entirely succumbed to this darkness, and similarly, my heart has merged into the darkness.”

The old woman before him, unlike the calm and dignified Nan Weiping from before, seemed like a completely different person.

With blood-red eyes full of chilling madness and distortion, the sight alone was hair-raising and spine-chilling.

Time is the most frightening of medicines in the world, as well as the finest of poisons.

Three hundred years could create a towering saint, but it could also create a terrifying monster.

The silent torture of three hundred years had twisted her humanity within, turning her into a profoundly terrifying, man-eating monster.

All her previous demeanor had been nothing but camouflage.

……..