I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 94 Things are starting to get interesting!

Chapter 94: Chapter 94 Things are starting to get interesting!

Madam Huang from the black market in Leiji City, the woman who had once provided Liang Hui with considerable assistance.

Both surnamed Huang, there was an extremely close resemblance between the two of them in terms of aura.

The figure of Huang Qi, who had once severed his fear, emerged in Liang Hui’s mind.

It seemed like all sorts of demons and ghosts were coming out.

His thoughts flashed briefly through his heart and then disappeared.

Looking up, he gazed at the beautiful woman standing atop the wall.

"Milady, I wonder whether you would be willing to suppress the events of last night for me."

The woman, clad in a crimson robe, did not respond immediately, but leapt down and walked slowly toward Liang Hui.

With her lotus steps graceful, her smile gentle, she stopped three steps away from the young man.

"The events of last night have been investigated thoroughly, and you are not to blame," she said.

"But your methods were, after all, too violent."

"Are you refusing?" Liang Hui asked, sighing lightly, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

The woman watched the young man’s movements, and the decision in her heart grew firmer.

This person’s character was indeed too rigid and decisive.

"The matter with the Lu Family has been concealed for you, and the Lan Yue Pavilion will recommend that you join," she informed.

"However, you cannot join my Crimson Moon Peak."

"Crimson Moon Peak?" Liang Hui did not lower his hand, but a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

The woman chuckled softly and explained, "The Lan Yue Pavilion consists of four peaks: Crimson Moon, Silver Moon, Lan Yue, and Martial Peak."

"Apart from Crimson Moon, I can let you become a disciple of any other peak," she offered.

"Fine," Liang Hui nodded, the arrangement suiting his wishes quite well.

He was not afraid of the strangeness of the woman before him, but he would not refuse the opportunity to keep his distance if possible.

The beautiful woman tilted her forehead lightly, her smile growing broader, and she reached out her hand toward him.

"Lu Xue’s token, the Flame Origin Stone."

At her words, Liang Hui did not hesitate to place the shattered silver plate and the egg-sized dark red stone in her palm.

"When shall we head to the Lan Yue Pavilion?" he asked.

"Now," the beautiful woman responded, examining the silver plate and Flame Origin Stone before her with eyes filled with joy.

With a wave of her hand, an exquisitely patterned white handkerchief appeared in mid-air and began to enlarge steadily.

It continued to grow until it was large enough to cover half of the courtyard before ceasing its expansion.

The woman floated up onto the handkerchief and pointed to a spot beside her, indicating for him to join her.

Liang Hui leaped up, settling next to the woman.

Then, the handkerchief transformed into a stream of light, heading westward.

The fierce, crisp wind blew through Liang Hui’s hair as he gazed down at the mountains and forests quickly passing beneath his feet.

An hour had passed with the two on the handkerchief remaining silent toward each other.

"My name is Huang Wu, and I’m grateful to you for saving my elder brother," the woman suddenly said.

"Should you encounter any difficulties after entering the Lan Yue Pavilion, you can come to me."

The beautiful woman took a pause before continuing, "Although you can join Silver Moon, Lan Yue, or Martial Peak, I suggest you join Lan Yue or Martial Peak."

"Is it because of Lu Xue?" Liang Hui withdrew his gaze from the vast landscape and turned to look at Huang Wu.

"You are indeed clever! But why did you not choose a better solution last night?" Huang Wu sighed lightly, her gentle face filled with wonder.

Seeing that the young man did not respond, she went on, "Lu Xue was one of the core disciples of Silver Moon Peak."

"Even though I’ve pinned her death on the Demonic Path, those of the same level as me can still piece together the truth, more so as time passes."

"The Peak Master of Silver Moon Peak is undoubtedly one of them."

"Oh, and by the way, there are some suitors of Lu Xue in the Lan Yue Pavilion, and among these suitors, a few have significant backgrounds, capable of uncovering the truth."

Liang Hui’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, giving up hope for a peaceful cultivation life.

Now he only wanted to systematically study the Taoist arts in the Lan Yue Pavilion and find some suitable martial techniques.

As the two conversed, they had already entered the midst of the mountains and continued flying forward.

Fog was pervasive, blurring visibility.

About ten more minutes of flight, and the scene in front suddenly cleared.

Four towering peaks, hundreds of meters high, rose from the earth like swords thrusting into the clouds.

Below the mountains and rivers, surprisingly, there lay a city a hundred miles away.

From high above, the flow of people was like a weaving loom, with the distant sounds of hawkers barely reaching the ears, carrying with them the bustling breath of the secular world.

"The city is called ’Lan Yue,’ within it are the Martial Arts Institute and the Taoist Palace. They only accept children between five and six years of age. Those with excellent cultivation can enter the Lan Yue Pavilion."

"For the coming days, you will stay here. In five days, the Lan Yue Pavilion will come to recruit a batch of disciples. You will enter with them."

Liang Hui nodded and leapt to the ground as he neared it with the handkerchief.

Just as he touched the ground, a light followed.

Lifting his hand, he caught a token engraved with the character ’Huang,’ which materialized in his palm.

"Hold this token and go to the Taoist Palace after five days."

The next moment, the handkerchief turned into a streak of flowing light and disappeared into the sky.

Liang Hui rubbed the token in his palm, feeling its distinct ’entering dreams’ aura, his gaze profound.

’Things are getting more interesting.’

He stored the token into a secluded corner of his storage space and strode towards the city gates.

The city guards let Liang Hui pass without stopping him, since they saw he had been brought by a flying magic artifact.

So, even though it was deep into the night, no one hindered his way.

After entering the city, Liang Hui found out where the Taoist Palace was located and checked into an inn.

Seated cross-legged on the bed, holding the token with the character ’Huang,’ he whispered internally:

’Enter the dream!’

The surroundings began to blur, and the perspective cleared once again.

A bright moon, ancient trees, a dense forest.

A woman lay bleeding there, next to her a man-like corpse and a blood-red tiger collapsed.

The woman breathed weakly, waiting for death to come.

Liang Hui quietly watched the scene before him.

Huh!

A surprising scene unfolded before his eyes; madam Huang seemed to have heard something, her expression shifting from despair to hope.

At the same time, the claw marks that nearly tore open her upper body began to heal.

The flickering flame of life within her was easing, stabilizing.

’I sense it.’

The youth murmured internally.

Without hesitation, he showed himself.

He extended his palm, and the Flowing Light Bell, emitting an Eternal Radiance, materialized.

Dong!

As the bell tolled, the entire space seemed to freeze.

Then, the space rippled like the surface of water, as a hazy figure shrouded in mist appeared to fall from another dimension into this world.

"Who are you?"

A raspy voice without any distinctive features echoed through the forest.

Dong!

The bell tolled again, and the figure shrouded in mist collapsed with a thunderous fall.

Before Liang Hui could approach for a closer look, the fallen figure had already dissipated into wisps of mist and vanished.

"A substitution?"

Liang Hui muttered softly, realizing ultimately that his power was still too weak.

If his strength had been sufficient to call upon more power from the Flowing Light Bell, he could have used the faint connection between the enemies to annihilate them all.

He turned, his gaze now on Huang Wu, who was still recovering.

Taking measured steps forward, the bronze bell flew out and hovered above Huang Wu’s forehead.

Moments later, a flash of understanding crossed Liang Hui’s eyes.

"So this is how it is? No wonder one can enter dreams."

"Planting a Demon Seed, using the soul as nourishment, to give birth to a new self within the seed, huh?"

"All that happened in the past is dead, today is the true self."