The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 41 You are not yourself!

A violent burst of flames shot into the sky, turning it a dark red. The shockwave spread outwards, knocking over one group of disciples near the stands after another.

Inspiration, demonic energy, fire, fragments—everything roared wildly in the explosion, as if the end of the world had arrived.

The roar shook the mountains where the training ground was located, and the rumbling sound continued for a long time.

After a long while, the firelight dissipated, and the smoke and dust slowly settled.

The training ground was a mess. A huge crater several meters deep had been blasted into the obsidian ground. The bottom of the crater was charred black and still emitting blue smoke. Large sections of the surrounding stands were broken, and rubble was scattered all over the ground.

Yin Xuanling stood at the edge of the giant pit, his body now covered by a set of jet-black armor. A black dragon coiled on the armor, its head protecting his heart and its tail wrapped around his waist.

Aside from some scorch marks, Yin Xuanling was unharmed. He cultivated the "Dragon Demon Saint Armor Scripture," which not only gave him extremely strong killing power but also far superior defensive capabilities compared to others of the same level. The self-destruction of a mere Dao Embryo Realm cultivator could not harm him in the slightest.

However, around Yin Xuanling, dozens of inner disciples lay on the ground, their bodies charred black and lifeless. Further away, more disciples were wailing, some with severed arms, some blinded, and some still writhing on the ground with flames burning on their bodies.

Looking around, nearly a hundred disciples had died, and many more were injured.

At the epicenter of the explosion, the six inner disciples had vanished completely, leaving not even ashes behind. Only the black lamps lay at the bottom of the pit, their light dim, but the flames on their wicks were still burning, undestroyed by the explosion.

In the distance, the surviving disciples were deathly pale.

"Senior Brother Zhang and the others... have they been controlled? Is this a demonic seed? But how could it have happened so quickly!"

"The Demonic Scripture... the Demonic Scripture... this must be a supernatural power from the Demonic Scripture!"

On the high platform, Shen Longlin suddenly stood up, his cloudy old eyes filled with shock.

"You are not yourself! This kid has even mastered the art of 'you are not yourself'!"

Zuo Shulong's face was ashen, and he remained silent, his aura fluctuating slightly.

A hint of surprise appeared on Li Qinghe's usually cold face. "I am not you, and you are not you." These are the two fundamental supernatural powers of the Demon Scripture.

Yun Weiyang had been practicing the "Demon Seal Scripture" for less than a year, and her mastery of "I Am Not Me" had already exceeded her expectations. She never imagined that Yun Weiyang would also master "You Are Not You".

Nong Tingshi's eyes gleamed as he glanced at Li Qinghe and nodded slightly.

Yan Qihui stood up, looked at the charred crater in the training ground, then at Yun Weiyang standing outside the training ground, her white robe stained with blood and a smile on her face, and burst into laughter.

"Good! Good! Good!"

His voice was cheerful, carrying a hint of joy, and echoed across the training ground.

"I am not myself, and you are not yourself. Young Master Yun has only been practicing the 'Demon Seal Scripture' for less than a year, yet he has already mastered these two supernatural powers. It is truly unbelievable!"

Yun Weiyang returned to the martial arts arena and kicked out, sending the dimly lit black lamp flying.

The lamp traced an arc in the air before falling into the ravine behind the stands, and only after a long while did a faint sound come from it.

Turning around to look at the disciples around her, Yun Weiyang asked with a smile, "Is there anyone else who wants to make a move?"

No one answered.

The surviving disciples looked at Yun Weiyang with fear in their eyes, and some of the true disciples who were originally eager to make a move fell silent.

The swordplay and killing brought by "I am not myself" and the strange infiltration brought by "you are not you"—Yun Weiyang's displayed strength has exceeded their understanding of Dao Embryo Realm cultivators.

Yin Xuanling stood at the edge of the giant pit, looking at Yun Weiyang with a gloomy expression. All three people he had sent were dead. Yun Weiyang made him feel extremely threatened. The "Demon Seal Scripture" was even more bizarre than he had imagined.

Yun Weiyang's gaze swept over Yin Xuanling, then over the silent disciples, and finally landed on Yan Qihui on the high platform.

Yan Qihui looked at Yun Weiyang and nodded with a smile.

"Since no one is willing to challenge me, I hereby declare that Yun Weiyang shall be a true disciple of my Nine Nether Sect from this day forward."

Scattered applause rose from the stands, but soon it grew into a full-blown chorus. Whether they were convinced or not, no one dared to say anything more at that moment.

Yan Qihui waved his hand, and a disciple walked up to Yun Weiyang and respectfully handed her a token.

The token is about the size of a palm, with the character "cloud" engraved on the front and a nine-story black pagoda on the back. It is the token of a true disciple of the Nine Nether Sect.

"Junior Brother Yun, please come with me." The disciple in charge bowed and said, "The sect leader has ordered that we take you to collect your allowance as a true disciple."

Yun Weiyang accepted the token, stored it in her Dao Embryo Cave Heaven, and left the training ground with the steward disciple.

On the high platform, Yan Qihui watched Yun Weiyang's departing figure and said to Nong Tingshi with a smile, "Brother Nong, your grand-disciple is truly remarkable."

Nong Tingshi said calmly, "Indeed, he is not simple. I'm afraid I will have to trouble the sect leader to teach him more in the future."

Yan Qihui smiled and nodded, his expression kind.

Li Qinghe remained silent, watching Yun Weiyang's retreating figure, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

It took Yun Weiyang two days to receive the allowance for a true disciple.

It's not that there are too many items, but rather that the process is too complicated. Yun Weiyang first has to go to the treasure vault to select magic treasures. True disciples can receive three magic treasures: a protective robe, an offensive magic weapon, and a defensive magic weapon.

Yun Weiyang wandered around the treasure vault for half an hour, choosing a dark blue robe called "Mysterious Water Robe," which could withstand attacks from Dao Embryo Realm cultivators; a short sword called "Soul Slayer," which specialized in attacking the soul; and a small shield called "Hundred Armor," which could automatically protect its owner.

After acquiring the three magical treasures, Yun Weiyang also collected three hundred top-grade spirit stones. The spirit stones were stored in her storage bag, which was heavy and shimmering with spiritual light.

Finally, Yun Weiyang went to the Sutra Repository.

The Sutra Repository is a key location for the Nine Nether Sect. It is a nine-story black tower carved from a single piece of obsidian, with each floor protected by an array.

True disciples can choose two scrolls of Earthly Scripture level cultivation techniques from the Scripture Pavilion, or one-third of the Heavenly Scripture. If they want the later parts of the Heavenly Scripture, they need to complete tasks and earn sect merits to exchange for the complete Heavenly Scripture.

Yun Weiyang walked around the Scripture Pavilion, not in a hurry to choose, but after browsing through the list of cultivation techniques on the first to fifth floors, she had a general idea of ​​what to choose and then left.

He doesn't lack the techniques, he lacks the time.

A day later, Yun Weiyang's reputation spread throughout the Nine Nether Sect. Twelve Dao Embryo disciples of the same realm were swiftly and decisively killed by Yun Weiyang. Such a feat undoubtedly earned the recognition of many Nine Nether Sect disciples. In fact, even some true disciples could not achieve such a feat when they were at the Dao Embryo realm.

The two-story red building has bamboo shadows swaying in the starlight outside the window.

Yun Weiyang sat by the window, holding a cup of tea in his hand. Li Qinghe sat opposite him, her cool face flickering in the candlelight.