Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 904 - 12: I’m Here Too! [Vote for Monthly Tickets!]

Chapter 904: Chapter 12: I’m Here Too! [Vote for Monthly Tickets!]

"It’s just such an unlucky day today."

Within the Sky-north Prison, Du Wuhen was emitting the same kind of wail. Unlike his brothers outside, he faced a real crisis.

The sound of the Demon King Yi fiercely slamming against the barriers was getting more frequent, indicating that a hole would be breached any moment now. Seeing the horrendous bloodshade aura around him, once he escaped from his cage...

All of them would die!

And now, their desperate grasp for a lifeline was in fact another notorious demon.

Just thinking about it was disheartening.

At this moment, Chu Liang had already stood outside the cell of Immortal Yuan Lu. The Demon Lord of the Western Sea didn’t show a hint of True Qi fluctuation and appeared like an extremely weak middle-aged man.

The Regent Leader had used the power of the Cosmic to temporarily dissolve his cultivation on that day, and afterwards Sky-north Prison also implemented numerous tactics on him, placing countless restraints on this demon.

Hearing Chu Liang asking him to name his price, Immortal Yuan Lu lifted his face, looking at him with a mocking gaze, "Help you?"

He seemed to have sensed the unrest on the other side as well, the tone of his voice carrying sarcasm: "This impregnable Sky-north Prison is about to be breached? Have we fallen so low that it’s come to me, a prisoner, lending a hand?"

"These members of the Demonic Clan are here to resurrect the Demon God, and you know that the Demon God is the incarnation of the devouring Dao. The moment it revives, humans from both righteous and evil paths will become its blood meal, and you would be no exception." Chu Liang said, "But if you could help me fend off this Demon King for just a short while, you can name any price."

"Name any price?" Immortal Yuan Lu sneered, "Does that include leaving this place?"

"Of course." Chu Liang nodded.

"You speak as if you’re the one in charge..." Immortal Yuan Lu’s mockery was not yet finished.

Chu Liang had already held up Tuntun, and with a few huffing bites, gnawed a large hole through the prison wall, to Immortal Yuan Lu’s astonishment.

"I can not only let you leave this place but also provide you with ample resources to rebuild the Demon Sect of the Western Sea. With Shushan’s Divine Artifact defeating the Underworld King Sect, you could become the unrivaled leader of the Demon Sect," Chu Liang spoke swiftly. "All of this is predicated on our survival today... Remove his restraints."

As he spoke, he directed the prison guards to remove the many restraints suppressing Immortal Yuan Lu’s cultivation.

The prison guards were quite astonished, "He... He hasn’t agreed yet, right? And this demon is cunning and deceitful, even if he does agree..."

"I trust him," Chu Liang said, his eyes locked on Immortal Yuan Lu’s blood-stained face. "People from the Demon Sect are only interested in their own benefit, and now you should understand that helping me would be more advantageous for you."

Immortal Yuan Lu was somewhat startled, not expecting Chu Liang to be so upfront and quick to remove the restraints without even waiting for his response.

"You..." His gaze flickered, looking toward Chu Liang, "How can I trust that you won’t deceive me?"

"We, the people of Shushan, always say two words..." Chu Liang’s gaze was resolute, and he said slowly and clearly: "Er huo!"

"Do you take me for a fool?" Immortal Yuan Lu’s face was covered in black lines, "Conning a three-year-old child?"

Chu Liang handed him a Jade Slip, saying, "You are now free, this is your earnest money. Is this sincerity enough?"

Immortal Yuan Lu held it in his hand, scanning it with his Divine Sense, and his palm trembled slightly: "Enough."

"But I must remind you that this does not absolve you of your past misdeeds. Even if you escape today, if another opportunity arises, I will still arrest you," Chu Liang added.

"I understand." Immortal Yuan Lu’s lips twisted into a wicked smile, "I won’t give you that opportunity again."

With that, he strode out of the cell.

With each step forward his silhouette took, his presence rose by a notch; after more than ten steps, the former aura of the Demon Lord of the Western Sea reignited.

At the other end of the corridor, following the final thunderous crash that transitioned into silence, a bang—

Demon King Yi seemed to have broken free.

A terrifying bloodshade aura began to spread.

"Hehehehe..." Immortal Yuan Lu laughed boisterously as he walked past the turn in the corridor, disappearing from everyone’s sight, while loudly proclaiming, "Demon Sect of the Western Sea, your Demon Lord has returned! I’m eager to see what abilities this Demon King has..."

Boom!

Before he could finish, his figure was already propelled with a hundred times his previous speed, smashing into the opposite wall and leaving behind a man-shaped crack in the solid stone.

"To hell with..." Du Wuhen couldn’t help but curse, "All that arrogance, I thought he was going to be impressive!"

...

It wasn’t really Immortal Yuan Lu’s fault; having repeatedly suffered suppression, his cultivation, even if temporarily restored, was undoubtedly weakened considerably. Even at his peak, he was still far from matching Demon King Yi, let alone now?

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom——

After another flurry of chaotic punches, the dust settled.

Immortal Yuan Lu was embedded in the wall and did not come down again, while around the corner, the figure of Demon King Yi emerged.

He still looked withered and frail, wearing a cautious and modest smile, hardly seeming ruthless. Only the pair of large grey and white wings on his back betrayed an extraordinary demonic aura.

"The one in your hand... that’s the Heaven Devouring Beast, isn’t it?" he asked from a distance, looking at Chu Liang, "Give her to me, and I may spare your life."

Chu Liang gazed at Demon King Yi from afar and did not move.

In fact, he could have easily stowed Tuntun away into the White Pagoda at that moment, leaving Demon King Yi powerless, but he chose not to, instead saying, "You’ll have to kill me to take her."

"Good..." Demon King Yi agreed with a grunt, and his wings suddenly flapped with force.

Boom——

An intense explosion echoed through the corridor, Chu Liang’s pupils narrowed ever so slightly, but he remained motionless.

Several dozen feet in front of him, a tall and burly figure appeared, draped in monk robes with his bald head’s blue veins popping like dragons.

This was an old monk about three meters tall, appearing from nowhere, with his arms crossed like iron shields, completely blocking Demon King Yi’s strike.

Demon King Yi’s right arm muscles suddenly swelled, and he threw a punch that hit the monk’s forearm, but was stoutly blocked. Nevertheless, the demon’s immense power made the punch stick; its fist was coated with a purple mucus, and it actually sank in.

Thump!

The monk kicked Demon King Yi away and spread his arms, revealing a fierce-looking punch mark on his right arm, from which blood was dripping.

He was the Abbot of Chonglou Temple, the current State Preceptor, and the disciple of Venerable Wanfa—Martial Monk Qu Hu!

A pinnacle figure among the North Sect Monks, he wielded mastery over the branch of the Dao that manipulated space. In the Space Branch, the vastness can shift space and alter heaven and earth, exceedingly profound; but Wu Ju’s approach was purer, with a standout power that was singular.

Go wherever you wish!

Even in the confines of the Sky-north Prison, Master Qu Hu could step in with one stride and move about freely.

"Master Qu Hu, you have arrived somewhat late," Chu Liang said softly.

"The incident was sudden, please forgive my delay," the towering monk said as he tugged at his robe and flung it aside, revealing his muscular upper body.

"You can’t stop me," Demon King Yi said to Qu Hu, speaking slowly.

"Let’s find out," the old monk replied, taking his stance, his eyebrows furrowing and shoulders sinking deeply as he spoke in a heavy tone.

His Dao wasn’t one designed for combat—with all its mysterious wonders, it was admittedly not much help in a fight. If the need to flee arose, however, it provided a very convenient means.

But he himself was very much adept at fighting.

North Sect Monks, notorious for their ferocity and brevity of words.

Demon King Yi and the old monk faced off, both preparing their stances for a moment before a battle was on the verge of erupting. Meanwhile, Immortal Yuan Lu slid down from the wall, gritted his teeth and suddenly let out a fierce roar, "And me——"

He was, after all, an Immortal of Tianyuan, how could he accept being defeated so easily? Although surviving a beating from Demon King Yi without dying was already a point of pride, it was evidently not enough to match the price Chu Liang offered.

Biting down hard on his steel teeth, he suddenly burst forth with an attack, his entire being enveloped in a heaven-devouring Demonic Flame, as if capable of swallowing the universe!

Demon King Yi did not even look back, just lifted an arm behind him; the arm that had bulged with muscles like a dragon’s elongated straight, and from the palm shot a white light, after which his arm rapidly withered and thinned.

That white beam instantly turned into a mass of threads, entangling and binding Immortal Yuan Lu, swiftly encasing him in a white cocoon.

"Mmmm mmmm mmmm..." His muffled voice came out, sounding somewhat helpless.

"With or without you, what’s the difference?" Du Wuhen muttered to himself, head bowed, unwilling to watch this conspicuous spectacle any longer.