My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 216: Chapter 216: Soul Seeker Mansion’s Plot to Acquire the Demon Sect

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An Jing quietly watched the Great Grandmaster before him, who had fallen into madness, and remained silent.

Trapped in a sealed space without the passage of time, without sunlight or water, without food, surviving barely on nature’s spiritual energy, the person’s heart was tormented. On the surface, they appeared to be a living person, but inside, they had long become a terrifying monster.

Nan Weiping growled lowly, “The hatred in my heart can’t be fully articulated.”

An Jing slowly said, “Although I don’t know who trapped you here, nearly a thousand years have passed in the outside world, and that person has already turned into a handful of dust.”

Hearing this, Nan Weiping’s expression suddenly froze, and her blood-red eyes glinted with a hint of cold light. “Yes, he’s dead, but he left me to endure the pain of these endless lonely years. That’s why I want to destroy the Demon Sect, to obliterate any trace of him left in this world.”

An Jing frowned and said coldly, “So are you saying you meddled with the Demon Seed in my wife’s body?”

With a sneer, Nan Weiping said, “The ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture’ is one of the top Heart Method Martial Arts of our time. Its core essence is a mental method that sees everything as vibrations — mountains, rivers, every grass, and every tree are vibrations; Inner Strength is a type of vibration; the True Qi inside Grandmasters is a fusion of person and spirit, hence a higher level of subtle vibration. The Demonic Qi derived from the Demon Seed is a vibration transcending life and death, which is why it can do what others cannot — when cultivated to the highest level, one even has the chance to shatter the void.”

“To reach this level, one must condense the Demon Seed. Your wife was going to form the Demon Seed eventually. I merely lent her a helping hand, and while doing so, I took the liberty of embedding a little trick within the Demon Seed, casually bestowing her a great creation.”

A Heart Method Martial Arts superior to Heavenly Martial, belonging to Demi Immortal techniques, all possess supreme effects. The ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture,’ when cultivated to its pinnacle, even possesses the method to pierce through the void.

This is indeed recorded in the ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture.’

An Jing, expressionless, asked, “What do you mean by a ‘great creation’?”

“The Demon Seed within Zhao Qingmei is a derivation of my own Demon Seed,” responded Nan Weiping coldly.

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“Once I die, all my life’s cultivation will feedback from the Demon Seed, potentially allowing her to reach the Grandmaster Realm without any effort.”

“Isn’t that a great creation for her?”

An Jing looked at Nan Weiping, his eyes narrowing slightly, “I fear it’s not that simple, is it?”

Feedback from the Demon Seed, directly reaching the Grandmaster Realm.

He didn’t believe Nan Weiping would be so generous as to pass on her lifetime of cultivation directly to Zhao Qingmei.

A sly smile appeared on the corner of Nan Weiping’s mouth. “Soul transference is a method of the Mystical Sect’s ‘Jade Emperor Scripture’, I cannot do it, so you need not worry.”

An Jing pondered for a moment, then said, “The feedback of Demonic Qi might not be something she can withstand. The emergence of the Heart Demon, reaching the true realm of demonic possession, that’s your real purpose, isn’t it?”

Nan Weiping was inwardly shocked by his words, staring intently at An Jing, “How do you know about the Heart Demon? Could it be that you have also cultivated the ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture’?”

Only those who have practiced the ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture’ would know of the Heart Demon; moreover, it’s those who have cultivated it to the Ninth Layer who can glimpse its mysteries. How could this young man before her possibly know about the Heart Demon?

Unbeknownst to Nan Weiping, An Jing’s ‘Nameless Heart Scripture’ had already integrated the ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture’ and the ‘Great Sun Tathagata Zen Scripture’ at the time of fusing the heart methods from the Three Religions, advancing them to the highest realm. Thus, he knew all the secrets of these two heart methods, including the secret of the Heart Demon.

An Jing paid no heed to Nan Weiping and continued, “Heart Demons need blood as a catalyst, and at that time there will be a great slaughter in all directions. Whether it’s killing the people of the Demon Sect or those from Jianghu, it will bring endless calamities upon the Demon Sect, leading to its total collapse and annihilation.”

Nan Weiping said nothing more, her eyes filled with an icy chill.

All her thoughts had been seen through by this young man before her.

Or rather, the schemes she could use were few, and as the fight progressed, her hand had been revealed.

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An Jing looked at the old woman before him and said, “My wife has already promised to release you, so why do you still act this way? Do you really not want to see the world again?”

“Promise!?”

Nan Weiping burst into laughter, her blood-red eyes carrying a hint of cold viciousness, “What use is a promise? I have been in this place for more than three hundred years, my heart has long become a lump of iron, and I no longer believe anyone in this world. I only wish to destroy the Demon Sect and ruin what he has been longing for.”

“Moreover, this Nine Heavens Profound Iron is the hardest iron in the world. You think just because Zhao Qingmei says it can be cut, then it can be cut? Have a careful look, are there any marks from your sword on it?”

Nan Weiping stretched out her hands, and immediately the iron chains burst forth with a ‘clang clang’ sound.

One could see that in the spot where the Evil Suppressing Sword had struck the Nine Heavens Profound Iron, not even an imprint was left.

One must know that An Jing’s sword strike just now had used eight or nine parts of his full strength, and he was also holding the Evil Suppressing Sword. Under such circumstances, not leaving even an imprint shows just how hard the Nine Heavens Profound Iron is.

Seeing An Jing fall silent, Nan Weiping said coldly, “I might as well tell you now, there are only two ways to undo my Demon Seed. The first one is for me to personally erase the Demon Seed mark, and the second is to shatter the Demon Seed within Zhao Qingmei’s body. But once the Demon Seed is shattered, all her meridians will be broken and her cultivation will dissipate. I think, given Zhao Qingmei’s temperament, she is decidedly unwilling to shatter the Demon Seed.”

An Jing nodded slightly, “So I must find a way to rescue you, and then you will consider whether or not to remove that Demon Seed mark?”

“Exactly.”

Nan Weiping said with a smile, “You have no other choice, or rather, you can wait, wait until I am dead, and Zhao Qingmei has fully inherited the Half-Immortal Cultivation.”

“Is that so?”

An Jing gave a cold smile and turned to walk out of the cave.

Nan Weiping watched An Jing’s back and said, “To break through this Nine Heavens Profound Iron at the very least, you need to collect your incomplete sword, and your Sword Skill must reach the Sixth Realm. Perhaps there’s a slight chance. Oh, and I don’t have much longer to live.”

An Jing walked forward, his countenance indifferent as water.

“I choose the third method.”

With that, he disappeared into the cave.

“The third method?”

Nan Weiping’s blood-red eyes held a trace of amusement.

……

In the Northern Wilderness Dao, outside Heaven Gate Pass.

Ever since Chen Shi, the leader of the Golden Eagle Banner, breached the outside of Heaven Gate Pass, the area had been tightly guarded by the Houjin army. The Houjin’s ceaseless troops were amassing, faintly revealing an intent to swallow the Great Yan through Heaven Gate Pass.

In the dense forest in the distance, figures scurried about.

A man wearing an unusually large set of armor gazed at Heaven Gate Pass in the distance, a hint of cold light in his eyes, and said in a low voice:

“Did you get everything clear?”

This man was none other than Qiu Lun, the son of the Pingyang Marquis, and behind him was the densely packed Pingyang Guard.

If Chen Shi of the Golden Eagle Banner and Bai Ying of the Black Feather Banner were to see this, they would surely be shocked.

According to the intelligence they had received, the army led by the Pingyang Marquis was still defending Yujing City and had shown no signs of mobilization.

How could they possibly have appeared on the Northern Wilderness Road without anyone noticing?

A general whispered to the side, “Replying to Young Marquis, thirty thousand men guarding the pass are all elite soldiers of the Black Feather Banner.”

“Elite, we kill the elite.”

Murderous intent overflowed in Qiu Lun’s eyes.

As long as they recaptured Heavenly Gate Pass, then both the Golden Eagle Banner and the Black Feather Banner that were trapped within the borders of Great Yan would be completely isolated. By then, by gathering superior forces, they could annihilate them completely.

But there were two prerequisites for this, the first was to cut the Gordian knot swiftly, and the second was to take down Heavenly Gate Pass and also staunchly defend against Houjin’s reinforcements.

This great net had been cast, and now it was time to close it completely.

Qiu Lun clenched the long sword in his hand and gave a low command, “At the third watch, the experts from the Five Lakes and Four Seas Hall will create chaos within the pass. At that time, I will lead the army to attack the pass in the night and directly seize Heavenly Gate Pass in one fell swoop. You will then lead the remaining twenty thousand troops to lie in ambush along their retreat path and kill them all for me, no prisoners.”

“Dare to come to the south to herd horses, then we will break their horse legs.”

The adjacent general, hearing this, felt his own blood boiling, “Yes.”

In recent times, Houjin had committed all manner of atrocities in Great Yan, creating a bloody storm in the city. Once they conquered a town, they would cease their blades three days later, leaving every town they took ravaged, with countless civilians dead or injured.

Countless women were taken to the Houjin camps to serve as military concubines for their amusement, ending up ravished to death.

In just half a month, hundreds of thousands of Great Yan’s citizens had been killed or injured, and these unspeakable crimes had planted a huge seed of hatred in the hearts of the Yan people.

The barbarians of the steppe were brutal and savage, like wild tigers.

Looking at the towering natural barrier ahead, Qiu Lun mulled over quietly, “These Houjin savages have developed so swiftly in the past twenty years, it’s truly baffling.”

“This battle must hurt and wound them, so that whenever they think of the words ‘invading the south,’ they will feel chills.”

……..

North Field, Heavenly Water City.

The North Field was Houjin territory, while Heavenly Water City was a border city between Houjin, Great Yan, and Dongluo Pass.

Due to development in recent years, the area was very prosperous and thriving, almost on par with Dongluo Pass.

Furthermore, the blending of various local customs endowed this city with a unique charm.

In the midst of Heavenly Water City stood the vast and majestic Four Directions Platform, from which nature’s spiritual energy continuously surged, eventually converging and spiraling into the center.

An elderly man sat cross-legged at the center of the Four Directions Platform, his presence so faint it seemed as if he was one with the platform itself.

It was Qiu Fengsheng, the Mansion Master of the Soul Seeker Mansion.

At that moment, several figures approached from afar.

Leading them was a woman of fair appearance, dressed in regal Houjin attire, yet exuding a distinct air of valor.

“Princess Eight.”

The moment Qiu Fengsheng saw the newcomers, he slowly opened his eyes.

The visitor was Zongzheng Yue, Princess Eight of Houjin.

Zongzheng Yue chuckled lightly, “Master Qiu, your True Qi is as solid as forged iron, truly a testament to your profound cultivation.”

“You flatter me, Princess,” Qiu Fengsheng responded with a light tone, appearing beside Zongzheng Yue the next moment, “How can my humble skills compare with those of a true master?”

Zongzheng Yue waved her hand dismissively, “The cultivation of a Three Qi Grandmaster, looking at the whole world, is among the few at the top. There’s no need for Master Qiu to be so modest.”

A Three Qi Grandmaster was indeed among the pinnacle of experts worldwide.

In the entire Houjin, even including the old masters who had been in seclusion for many years, there were not more than ten people who could surpass Qiu Fengsheng, and among these, some were not aligned with Houjin while others were reluctant to emerge and involve themselves in the world’s trends. Therefore, having a Three Qi Grandmaster in Soul Seeker Mansion was a huge cost for Houjin.

Tang Taiyuan of Great Yan’s Xuanyi Guard was only a Second Qi Grandmaster.

Qiu Fengsheng folded his hands respectfully, “May I know why the Princess has paid a visit today?”

“It’s still about the matter with the Demon Sect,” Zongzheng Yue took a deep breath and spoke gravely, “This time father is very disappointed in the Demon Sect. He does not wish to have a thorn in his side when moving southward, and hopes to resolve it sooner rather than later.”

The Demon Sect’s position was special, bordering both Houjin and Great Yan. If either country were to engage in all-out war, the Demon Sect would have the opportunity to launch a surprise attack and penetrate deep into enemy territory.

If Houjin were to wage an all-out war against the Demon Sect, it would not only suffer heavy losses but might also give Yan Country a chance to benefit.

Initially, Houjin sought to win over the Demon Sect and sent Chen Kang, son of the Golden Eagle Banner flag-bearer (Chapter 133), to negotiate. The result, however, was his death at Dongluo Pass, a matter that left the Houjin people filled with resentment yet they dared not rashly attack Dongluo Pass.

Only when Jiang Renyi became the Sect Hierarch did an opportunity arise.

The reason why Houjin dispatched troops to attack Yan Country this time was largely due to a secret agreement signed with Jiang Renyi. After this agreement, the Demon Sect would not only refrain from threatening Houjin but would also provide assistance when necessary.

However, with the change of authority in the Demon Sect, the agreements made by Jiang Renyi were all invalidated.

It was originally thought that the Ghost Swordsman’s attack on the Demon Sect would steer the situation in a favorable direction.

Soul Seeker Mansion also orchestrated Yuan Feng’s rebellion, and Qiu Fengsheng personally went to Dongluo Pass. However, the unexpected betrayal of the Ghost Swordsman thwarted Houjin’s plans once more.

Now the Demon Sect had become an enduring concern for Houjin.

Zongzheng Yue continued, “I am here to request Master Qiu’s assistance this time. If we cannot bring the Demon Sect under our control, we must at least ensure they dare not venture out of Dongluo Pass, thus achieving a demonstration of power.”

Qiu Fengsheng thought for a moment and said, “According to intelligence, Jiang Shang is not in the Demon Sect, and the experts at the Sealing Demon Platform are few. Now indeed presents a great opportunity.”

“If the Princess wishes to act against the Demon Sect, I suggest that we exert pressure on them from all directions. After all, the Demon Sect’s territory is but a drop in the ocean, and it should be relatively easy to impose sanctions. The experts from Soul Seeker Mansion will also strike from the shadows. A series of blows will severely weaken the Demon Sect, forcing them to confine themselves within Dongluo Pass.”

Zongzheng Yue’s eyes revealed a glint of sharpness as he said, “Good.”

……..

The night was like water, with a waning moon hanging high.

The nights in the desert were exceptionally cold, as if knives were scraping across the skin.

An Jing emerged from the Sealing Demon Well and headed towards Dongluo Pass, arriving there by evening.

“Creak–!”

He pushed open the door and walked in. Under the dim light of the lamp, Zhao Qingmei was sitting at the table, holding a book in her hands.

When she saw An Jing walk in, she quickly set aside the book and unconsciously used the “Poetry Collection” beside her to hide it.

An Jing cast a curious glance at the book, then said, “My lady, I have returned.”

Zhao Qingmei stood up, blocking the table as she asked, “How did it go?”

An Jing fell silent for a moment before saying, “It was Nan Weiping who had tampered with something.”

Upon hearing this, a cold light flickered between Zhao Qingmei’s brows, “Was it her?”

While An Jing was on his way to the Sealing Demon Well, she too had guessed that the tampering might be Nan Weiping’s doing.

An Jing placed a hand on Zhao Qingmei’s shoulder and said, “Sit down first, I’m going to check the demon seed in your body.”

Zhao Qingmei nodded softly and slowly took a seat.

An Jing extended his palm and lightly touched her abdomen, and his true qi flowed from his palm into her dantian.

“Brother, that tickles…”

Zhao Qingmei’s face blushed slightly, a hint of moisture evident in her eyes as she pouted.

“Don’t let your thoughts wander.”

An Jing tapped Zhao Qingmei’s forehead and said sternly, “Do you realize how serious this is?”

Zhao Qingmei looked at the fully focused An Jing, and somehow, her heart was not as anxious and panicked. On the contrary, she felt very reassured.

As true qi poured into Zhao Qingmei’s body and went toward her dantian, the demon seed there suddenly acted like a ferocious tiger, devouring all of An Jing’s true qi.

“This demon seed is quite powerful.”

An Jing’s eyebrows lifted. The “Nameless Heart Scripture” he cultivated was a heart method that combined the Three Religions, and its true qi was vigorous and domineering. Yet it was absorbed by the demon seed before even getting close.

He realized his current level of cultivation was far from sufficient to probe the origin of the demon seed.

Seeing An Jing frown, Zhao Qingmei couldn’t help asking, “What did Nan Weiping say?”

An Jing did not hide anything and said directly, “The demon seed you’re nurturing has her imprint on it. If she dies, it will become a heart demon. There are only two ways to resolve this, one is for Nan Weiping herself to erase the imprint.”

Having guessed some of Nan Weiping’s schemings, Zhao Qingmei commented, “She doesn’t trust me and wants me to rescue her, right? And the second method?”

An Jing took a deep breath and said, “The second is for you to shatter the demon seed, but that will also damage your meridians.”

Zhao Qingmei’s heart sank, and she murmured, “If the demon seed is shattered, doesn’t that mean I’ll lose all my cultivation?”

Her cultivation had reached the peak of Second Qi Grandmaster, and given time, she was certain to reach the Grandmaster Realm. Now that it would all dissipate into nothing, how could she accept that?

Now that the Demon Sect regarded her as the Sect Hierarch, if she were to lose her cultivation, would things remain as they were now?

An Jing caressed Zhao Qingmei’s cheek and said, “Don’t worry, there will always be a way.”

The “Nameless Heart Scripture” he currently practiced was only at the Fifth Layer. Once he advanced to the Seventh or Eighth Layer, perhaps he could absorb the imprint on the demon seed.

“Yes, Nan Weiping does not have many years left to live anyway. There’s no need to rush this.”

Relieved by An Jing’s words, Zhao Qingmei smiled and said, “There’re still a great deal of affairs to handle within the Demon Sect. In a few days, come with me. You can also get to know the sect’s experts better. With you there, I would feel much more at ease.”

Upon hearing this, An Jing remained silent for a while.

Zhao Qingmei, noticing An Jing’s silence, followed his gaze and asked, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

She saw that his eyes were focused on the diary on the table, which had three large characters inscribed on it: “Diary.” This was what Zhao Qingmei had tried to conceal earlier.

“You wrote this, didn’t you?”

An Jing spoke as he reached out to pick up the diary.

He was extremely curious about this secretive “Diary.”

“Don’t!”

Zhao Qingmei quickly grabbed the diary and retreated several steps. Her face then turned completely red, almost as though it might bleed.

Her diary contained her innermost thoughts, filled with words unfit for others’ eyes. If An Jing saw them, wouldn’t he think she was ‘indecent’?

“My lady, why not let your husband have a look?”

An Jing lunged forward, closing the distance to Zhao Qingmei in an instant.

“No way.”

Zhao Qingmei promptly dodged and even used the Master’s Secret Technique, Shrinking Land into Inches, to escape.

“Where do you think you’re running to?”

An Jing moved like a flash, quickly catching up to her.

The room was not large, so it didn’t take long for An Jing to catch Zhao Qingmei’s arm and then draw her into his embrace, yet she still clung tightly to the “Diary” in her arms.

“Let me have a look.”

“No, I won’t give it to you even if it kills me.”

“Am I not your beloved brother anymore?”

“No, you’re not.”

Zhao Qingmei’s face flushed with redness, and no matter what An Jing said, she refused to hand over the “Diary.”

There was a hint of a mischievous smile on An Jing’s lips, “Then don’t blame me for being impolite.”

As he spoke, his hand started to climb upwards.

“Mmm… oh.”

Zhao Qingmei only felt a heat spreading throughout her body, her chest rising and falling slightly, but she still held onto the “Diary” tightly.

“Since I can’t look at the ‘Diary,’ let’s find something else to look at.”

Feeling the warmth in his arms, An Jing carried Zhao Qingmei directly to the bed.

“I won’t let you see that either… you see.”

Behind the curtain, dreams of spring woke and lulled again; at the cave’s mouth, the flood dragon moved shallow then deep.

Zhao Qingmei’s face bore a hint of the color of spring, feeling utterly weak throughout her body.

“Clatter!”

The “Diary” fell to the ground, flipping pages with each note.

……

Three days later, Dongluo Pass, Fengyun Hall.

After the collapse of Dongluo Tower, Fengyun Hall had become the place where the Demon Sect’s experts convened for important matters.

At this moment, the Demon Sect’s experts had gathered together in the hall—Duanmu Xinghua, the Sect Master of Heavenly Sect, Yu Qiurong, Lin Tianhai, the leader of the Azure Dragon Sect, Yi Daoyun, the leader of the White Tiger Sect, Mu Xiaoyun, the leader of the Vermilion Bird Seat, and others were all present.

However, the brows of those present were tightly furrowed.

Duanmu Xinghua asked in a low voice, “Sect Master Mu, are you sure about what you said?”

Mu Xiaoyun nodded, speaking gravely, “Yes, the caravans of Dongluo Pass have now been banned from going to Houjin.”

Just yesterday, all caravans coming in and out of Dongluo Pass were strictly prohibited from proceeding to Houjin.

One must know the reason why Dongluo Pass had developed so rapidly was due to the traffic of caravans. Now that Dongluo Pass had banned its caravans from entering Houjin, it was undoubtedly like breaking the Demon Sect’s legs.

This was a tremendous blow to the Demon Sect.

Mu Xiaoyun pondered for a moment and then continued, “Moreover, I have heard that Houjin is starting to make contacts with the tribes north of the desert.”

Lin Tianhai’s expression turned sour, “Does Houjin seek to pull out the rug from under us?”

The tribes north of the desert were of critical importance to the Demon Sect.

“Houjin…”

Duanmu Xinghua’s eyes flashed with a hint of cold light.

With an army of seventy thousand and countless followers within the sect—the Demon Sect would crumble from within if their economic sources were cut off, without the need for outside aggression.

The move by Houjin was evidently aimed at targeting the Demon Sect.

Just then, a figure walked in from outside the grand hall.

The person was clad in blue garments, with eyes clear as water, exquisite as a painting, resembling autumnal mountains with misty rain, or waves surging across twin lakes—their beauty made it difficult for onlookers to raise their gaze.

“Sect Hierarch!”

Upon seeing the person, the Demon Sect’s experts all knelt on one knee.

The newcomer was none other than the Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect, Zhao Qingmei.

Zhao Qingmei gestured with her hand, saying, “No need for formalities. Today, with all of you present, I have an important matter to discuss with you.”

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Zhao Qingmei, curiosity in their hearts.

What could be the important matter the Sect Hierarch was about to announce?

Zhao Qingmei clapped her hands, and a young man stepped out from behind her.

“Son-in-law!?”

Tan Yun looked at the person who had appeared, taken aback.

The young man was no other than An Jing.

Shui Zhongyue was also in disbelief, his eyes full of shock, “Huh!? The young doctor?”

Others might not recognize the young doctor, but Shui Zhongyue knew very well—wasn’t he supposed to be dead?

Yu Qiurong, upon seeing An Jing, frowned slightly, her eyes showing some hostility.

The rest of the crowd was curious about An Jing; they could not sense any fluctuations of energy from him. If he were an old man in his seventies or eighties, they might have speculated that he was a su上次preme expert, but for someone so young, it seemed unlikely.

Who exactly was he?

Zhao Qingmei chuckled softly, “This man is my husband.”

An Jing clasped his fists towards the crowd and smiled, “Greetings.”

He recognized a few people there, such as Mu Xiaoyun, Shui Zhongyue, Lin Tianhai, and others, but it was clear they no longer recognized him.

A hush fell over Fengyun Hall; the high-ranking members of the Demon Sect looked at each other, as if their ears had deceived them.