Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 661 - 24 Sizzle [Ask for Monthly Ticket!]_1

Chapter 661: Chapter 24 Sizzle [Ask for Monthly Ticket!]_1

"Is this where he is?"

Chu Liang brought Jin Yuzhi to a secluded valley cave at the Jinhua Riverside and found the skeleton.

She scattered three Life Flower Petals in the air, and they fell automatically onto a patch of land. Several young plant seedlings brimming with spiritual energy were spreading leaves there.

"It’s him." She consequently confirmed the skeleton was Jin Mucuo.

Chu Liang commended solemnly, "Even in death, Elder Jin continued to nurture spirit plants with his body, making a testament to future generations. Truly touching."

"It’s nothing." Jin Yuzhi laughed, "In our family tradition, the older generation are buried under the Life Flower Trees of the younger ones. This helps reinforce the fate and fortune of the younger generation."

With that, she excavated the golden skeleton, carefully stored it into a coffin and took it away.

Chu Liang meticulously plucked the seedlings, along with the soil beneath, and collected them. He had no time to hasten their maturation with Spiritual Medicine, thus their growth was slow. In six years, only a few sprouts had emerged.

Lucky, half of Purple Gold Marquis’s corpse was still on Shu Mountain; transplanting them there would restore their spiritual energy.

"Hmm?" As Jin Yuzhi was putting away the golden skeleton and was about to close the lid, she suddenly stopped, puzzled.

"What’s wrong?" Empress Feng asked.

"Before my brother died..." Jin Yuzhi pressed on the pattern on the chest of the golden skeleton, "He used the Mingxuan Seal."

"Huh?" Both Chu Liang and Empress Feng were surprised, looked at each other, and then asked, "What is that?"

"What are you so surprised about if you don’t know what it is..." Jin Yuzhi was slightly speechless.

"The name sounds powerful." Empress Feng chuckled.

"It’s a secret method passed down in our family. The user cuts off their own destiny to cast a deathly seal on the enemy. It’s generally used when the enemy’s cultivation greatly surpasses the user’s. Once used, the caster will die within a moment. The victim of the seal must also fall within the seal, unable to escape for hundreds of years." Jin Yuzhi explained.

"Within a moment..." Chu Liang noted this timing.

"Yes." Jin Yuzhi said, "The one my brother sealed was likely the Demon Head Xuan Yinzi who was hunting him. Only a high-ranking official of the Demon Sect, with cultivation much higher than his, could make it impossible for him to escape and force him to seal with his life."

"So, the location of the seal will not be far from here." Chu Liang immediately replied, "Elder Jin was critically injured and died before he could get away too far. But he was not entirely confident that he could seal his enemy, so he hid in this cave..."

Cut off before he finished, Chu Liang swallowed the Shenxu Ruins Scroll.

If there was enough time, Jin Mucuo would definitely return to Shu Mountain and not hide the scroll in such a desperate way.

After some thought, he asked again, "Can we find the location of the seal? If possible, we can locate the Demon Head and avenge Elder Jin."

"I can try..." Jin Yuzhi said, "But there is no life force or spirituality supplement within the seal. Unless it is a divine beast or a Tianyuan cultivator, it would be hard to bear such many years of consumption. If the seal is not broken, he is likely dead."

With that, she pulled out a half branch, touched it on the golden skeleton, closed her eyes, raised her head, and then threw it into the void.

"Over here."

Jin Yuzhi was the first one to move, towards the direction of life number traction.

The Jin family’s Life Flower Trees were quite mysterious, but the range of effect was limited; otherwise, Jin Mucuo would not have been lost for so many years. She could only feel a general direction and needed to get closer to know the precise location.

The three flew all the way, crossed the fissure in the valley, and arrived at the lower reaches of the roaring Jinhua River.

"Below." Jin Yuzhi pointed out.

With a sweep of the tree branch, the river parted to both sides, revealing a damp water path.

Chu Liang and Empress Feng followed in her footsteps, lightly descended into the depths of the water, where there was a pitch-black cave.

"Some of the seal has been broken!" Jin Yuzhi exclaimed sharply, "Be careful! The Demon Head might still be in there!"

...

"It’s coming! It’s coming!"

Xuan Yinzi lay on the ground, indistinguishable from a corpse. But his spirit was extremely vigorous because he had already felt it. The last Massacre Spirit Altar that he needed was here, within reach.

He was only a little bit away from breaking free.

It’s in!

He saw the black body of the altar emerge from the water hole. It was about to return to his side, supplementing him with a bit of spiritual power. With this power, he could break this seal!

Come on!

Just as he was overjoyed, waiting for the last Massacre Spirit Altar, suddenly, the altar stopped and retreated back into the hole.

Huh?

Xuan Yinzi was stunned.

...

Meanwhile, outside.

Jin Yuzhi already brought the two of them to the deepest part of the water cave; where the original boundary was an enclosed pitch-black wall. Now, a hole was open, leading into an unending darkness, indicating an unknown space.

"We are only separated by a single wall from the seal. I can’t open it." Jin Yuzhi said, "The Demon Head who was sealed is likely behind this wall, looking at the situation... if he’s still alive, his day of escape isn’t far off."

"Let’s go back to the mountain and inform the Elders first, and prepare some formation before trying to open this seal." Chu Liang suggested cautiously.

Should anyone rashly attempt to unlock the seal, accidentally allowing the Demon Head to escape, that would not be good. However, if he were to be left completely unrestrained here, he might escape on his own.

While the three of them were discussing, a strangely tempered jar suddenly floated in from outside the cave, as if guided by some force, steadily making its way deeper into the water cave.

Seeing this black jar, Chu Liang felt a sense of familiarity.

So, this is where it came from.

With this revelation, he immediately understood the existence of the jar. The Demon Head in the cave couldn’t escape and couldn’t replenish his spiritual power, so he had this jar go out collecting spiritual power, accumulating strength.

Jar seemingly moved as it wished, entering the depths of the dark cave, when Empress Feng suddenly fished it back out, "What is this thing?"

"It seems to be a means of collecting spiritual power." Jin Yuzhi said, "This is how he’s hoarding spiritual power to prepare for his escape!"

"We can’t let him." Empress Feng raised her hand to burn the Massacre Spirit Altar into nothingness.

Turning her head, she saw another Massacre Spirit Altar floating back in.

"Huh?" Empress Feng grabbed this Massacre Spirit Altar and suddenly laughed, "You see, my hand can’t get through this black hole, but if I hold this jar, I can."

She clenched the Massacre Spirit Altar in her hand and stuffed it into the black hole, about to thrust it in completely, and then abruptly withdrew it.

It looked quite fun.

"Let me try." Chu Liang took over the Massacre Spirit Altar, also stuffing it in and pulling it out, then chuckling, "It seems like there’s some gravitational force inside that wants to suck this jar in."

"Can I see?" Jin Yuzhi also took over the Massacre Spirit Altar.

She put it in, only inserted halfway before pulling it out again.

"That’s right." she said, "Although the Demon Head is still alive, he is also very weak. This must be him wanting to absorb the spiritual power in this jar."

"I have an idea." Empress Feng grabbed the Massacre Spirit Altar and wrapped it in spiritual power to protect it so it wouldn’t burn, then lit the Samadhi Divine Fire.

The Massacre Spirit Altar instantly became scorching hot, able to melt even gold and iron under the influence of the Samadhi Fire.

She then reached the Massacre Spirit Altar back into the hole

...

"Wahahaha."

The Xuan Yinzi inside was about to explode with anger.

At this moment, when he was about to achieve liberation by merely getting one last Massacre Spirit Altar, that peculiar feeling descended again.

The invisible hand behind the scenes seemed to have returned.

The Massacre Spirit Altar was about to return to the cave but abruptly retracted.

What was going on?

He was initially taken aback, and then he saw another Massacre Spirit Altar poke its head out before quickly withdrawing, then poke out its head again, only to swiftly retreat once more.

What is it doing! What is it doing?

What is this weird game of nine in and one out?

Was it teasing him?

Xuan Yinzi sensed something was wrong. The Massacre Spirit Altar couldn’t possibly be playing with him, there must be someone on the other end of the hole messing with him.

"Huh..." With his last bit of strength, he dragged his body to the side of the hole. With great difficulty, he lifted his hand to wait there.

Just one more time, and with all his strength, he could grab hold of the Massacre Spirit Altar. If there really was someone on the other end daring to tease him, he could instantly suck their flesh dry!

"Dare to violate my dignity, must pay with... ah!"

Xuan Yinzi’s low-pitch voice abruptly turned into a high-pitched scream.

Because the moment he lifted his hand, a Massacre Spirit Altar returned. As he grabbed it, his palm made contact with its body, and a hissing sound of flesh burning echoed.

Sizzle.

In theory, even though he had only reached the Eighth Realm, his physical body was far beyond ordinary, even tough enough to withstand gold and iron. Even in death, there would barely be any flesh damage.

However, the scorching heat of the jar was also far beyond ordinary, few Divine Fires in the world could reach such a temperature.

In the silent cave that had been quiet for tens of years, the loudest noise so far echoed.

"Roar—"