“Old Ninth is awake?”
After noticing the vermilion blood coffin tremble, Ye Qiu prepared to communicate with Old Ninth. Unexpectedly, the next instant, a crack appeared in the coffin lid, and Old Ninth’s voice rang directly in his ear.
“You obtained that golden coffin?” Old Ninth asked.
“Yes,” Ye Qiu replied.
“Excellent!” Old Ninth continued, “That demon kid carries a very familiar aura. It’s a pity my body is incomplete; many memories are lost to me.”
“Take him somewhere quiet. I want to bestow a great fortune upon him.”
Ye Qiu paused. Could this be Hu Zi’s opportunity?
With that thought, he said, “Hu Zi, come with me. Everyone else, stay here.”
After taking two steps, Ye Qiu remembered the little white fox in his arms and prepared to put it down.
Unexpectedly, the little white fox seemed to sense his intention. Its claws clung tightly to his clothes as it protested, “Ye Changsheng, you are not allowed to abandon me. I’m coming with you.”
“Don’t worry. If you stay here, no one will harm you,” Ye Qiu reassured.
“I don’t care. I’m coming with you anyway,” the little white fox insisted. “Only with you do I feel safe.”
Are you after safety or pleasure?
Ye Qiu considered. The little white fox’s cultivation was low; it probably wouldn’t dare act out. Bringing it along should be fine.
“Alright, but you must listen to me and not cause trouble.”
After giving his instructions, Ye Qiu led Hu Zi deep into the forest to a secluded spot.
“Master, where is Fairy Baihua?” Hu Zi asked.
Ye Qiu smiled. “Yue’er and Lüluo went to the Qingyun Sword Sect. They are now disciples there.”
“Yue’er?” Hu Zi looked puzzled.
Ye Qiu laughed. “Yue’er is Fairy Baihua. Oh, right, she’s also your master’s wife.”
Hu Zi said, “Back in the mortal world, Long-Browed told me privately more than once that Fairy Baihua would eventually become my master’s wife. I didn’t believe him then, but now I see he was right!”
Ye Qiu chuckled and said, “Hu Zi, I have a friend who wants to meet you.”
“When you see him, be respectful.”
“Especially mind your words. Don’t offend him.”
With that, Ye Qiu opened his Qiankun pouch. The next moment, a vermilion blood coffin appeared out of thin air.
“Ye Changsheng, why do you have another coffin?” the little white fox asked, confused.
Ye Qiu ignored it and said to the coffin, “Old Ninth, come out!”
Clang!
The coffin lid slid open. Blood churned and bubbled, releasing a thick stench of blood, as though an ocean of corpses lay within.
Immediately after, a severed arm flew out.
The moment the arm appeared, both Hu Zi and the little white fox cried out in unison, “A demon race powerhouse!”
Though it was only an arm, Hu Zi felt an overwhelming pressure emanating from it.
That pressure was an absolute suppression from the bloodline itself.
He had a strong intuition that this severed arm belonged to someone far more terrifying than the demon elders.
As for the little white fox, its fur stood on end. It shrank deeper into Ye Qiu’s arms, staring gravely at the arm.
To it, the arm was not merely a limb but an unparalleled demon sovereign.
“Kid, not bad.”
The severed arm suddenly spoke.
Hu Zi jumped in fright, stepping back twice and staring at it in horror.
“This Seat… didn’t scare you, did I?” the arm asked again.
Didn’t scare me? Can’t you see?
Oh, right, you have no eyes.
Ye Qiu said, “Hu Zi, hurry and pay your respects to the senior.”
Only then did Hu Zi recover. He bowed deeply to the arm. “Hu Zi pays respects to the senior. May I ask the senior’s name?”
“Name… Truth be told, even I have forgotten,” the arm replied. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen another of the demon race. The aura on you feels very familiar, like an old friend… Alas, I can’t remember.”
“No more talk. Meeting is fate.”
“This Seat will impart a cultivation method to you.”
As soon as it finished speaking, the arm seemed to tear through space itself, instantly appearing before Hu Zi’s forehead and pressing a finger between his brows.
At once, Hu Zi froze as though petrified.
After a while, the arm withdrew its finger. “The cultivation method has been imprinted in your primordial spirit. You may cultivate it slowly in the future.”
“Oh, this Seat remembers now. The method is called the Heavenly Demon Canon.”
“Unfortunately, my body is incomplete and my memories limited. I only recall the first layer. I hope one day you will find the complete version.”
“Alright, I must rest.”
With that, Old Ninth returned to the vermilion blood coffin. Clang. The lid closed.
“Thank you, senior,” Hu Zi said gratefully.
Though the method was incomplete, he could clearly sense the Heavenly Demon Canon was extraordinary.
Ye Qiu stored the coffin back in his pouch and reached to pat Hu Zi’s shoulder, only to realise the boy now towered over him.
“You’ve grown fast. In the mortal world, with your height, you’d be a basketball star.”
Ye Qiu didn’t notice that the little white fox in his arms was now staring in utter shock.
“The Heavenly Demon Canon!”
“This severed arm actually knows the Heavenly Demon Canon!”
“How is that possible?”
Unable to hold back, the little white fox asked Ye Qiu, “Ye Changsheng, just who is that severed arm?”
Ye Qiu answered, “I don’t know.”
He truly had no idea of Old Ninth’s origins. The only thing certain was that Old Ninth came from the demon race.
And was an absolute supreme powerhouse.
Otherwise, he could never have so easily crushed someone like the Qin Sword Immortal.
“You don’t know? Who are you fooling? Fine, don’t tell me,” the little white fox said, clearly unconvinced and thinking Ye Qiu was brushing it off.
“I really don’t know Old Ninth’s background. Our meeting was pure chance, and he himself has forgotten many things,” Ye Qiu explained. “All I know is that he was once a great powerhouse of the demon race.”
The little white fox rolled its eyes. “Obviously. Anyone who masters the Heavenly Demon Canon has to be a demon race powerhouse.”
Ye Qiu’s heart stirred. “You seem to know something about the Heavenly Demon Canon?”
The little white fox lifted its chin proudly. “Want to know? Beg me.”
“Begging is impossible, but…” Ye Qiu suddenly delivered a sharp smack to the little white fox’s backside.
“Oh~ so…” The little white fox almost moaned “good” but remembered Hu Zi was still there and swallowed the word.
“Tell me now,” Ye Qiu demanded.
Only then did the little white fox speak. “As far as I know, the Heavenly Demon Canon is the strongest cultivation method of the demon race.”
“Ordinary demons have neither the qualification nor the opportunity to cultivate it. Only the successive Demon Sovereigns are allowed to practise it.”
Ye Qiu was stunned. “You’re saying Old Ninth was once a Demon Sovereign?”
