The reason Yuan Di was called Yuan Di was not just because her name contained the character “Yuan,” but also because of the technique that made her famous: Primordial Spirit Slash—a method capable of ignoring defenses and directly killing the primordial spirit.
According to legend, during the Great Demon Slaying War, one of the Five Emperors, Feng Di, nearly died from “Primordial Spirit Slash.”
The “Soul Snatching” and “Soul Hooking” techniques in Huitian were derived from “Primordial Spirit Slash.”
No cultivator in the world dared to underestimate “Primordial Spirit Slash.”
Including A-Gui, the Disciple of the Demon Emperor, who was currently displaying his “Demon Body.”
Using Demonic Qi to “arm” the body, achieving an abnormally tall and sturdy appearance with absolute power and defense—that was the “Demon Body.”
Every Demonic Cultivator knew this technique.
It was considered a basic skill for Demonic Cultivators.
However, Yuan Di never used this move.
In her view, this move was extremely foolish.
Seeing the mass of Demonic Qi she had just struck out easily dispersed by A-Gui, Yuan Di lunged forward in a single stride, her two fingers aiming directly for A-Gui’s eyes.
A-Gui snorted coldly, swung his fist in a sweeping arc to force Yuan Di back, and tested her with a mocking laugh: “What’s this? The Yuan Di who never likes to drag things out actually didn’t use ‘Primordial Spirit Slash’ directly. Could it be that your cultivation has regressed so much that you can’t even use ‘Primordial Spirit Slash’ anymore?”
If that were really the case, then that would be wonderful.
A Yuan Di who couldn’t use “Primordial Spirit Slash” was nothing to fear.
But Yuan Di had no interest in indulging in verbal sparring.
She didn’t speak either.
She simply “pulled” a black blade formed from Demonic Qi out of the demonic aura beside her, then, with a cool expression, charged forward again.
She never liked wasting words on dead people.
With a single, steady and dominating slash, she directly sent A-Gui stumbling backward.
The Demon Body on him shrank by a full size.
Before the Demon Body could recover its state, the second slash came.
Then the third slash, the fourth slash.
The blade technique was very simple—so simple it couldn’t even be called a technique.
Chop, hack, slash, sweep.
Only the most basic moves.
Moves any ordinary brute or child could easily use.
A-Gui’s expression grew uglier and uglier.
He realized that every time he withstood that blade edge head-on, it severely damaged his “indestructible” Demon Body.
He suddenly recalled a saying his master, the Demon Sovereign, had once spoken: “The greatest truths are the simplest! Power breaks all techniques! Yuan Di possesses strength nearing that of an Emperor!”
A-Gui saw Yuan Di’s handsome face behind the blade edge, her eyes cool and expression calm.
A chill ran through his heart.
Thinking back to those days, even when Yuan Di was already at the end of her tether, she could still fight one Emperor, one Di, and one King to a standstill without being defeated.
How formidable her strength was.
Back then, Yuan Di had not yet perfected Huitian, and her appearance was not what it was now.
But her eyes and expression were exactly the same as before—A-Gui, who had once feigned death to observe the battle, had witnessed that slaughter.
No killing intent.
No hatred.
Yet it made one’s blood run cold.
A-Gui realized he might be about to die.
But he refused to accept it.
He began trying to dodge the blade edge.
But the surrounding Demonic Qi limited his agility.
Every evasive move was slower than the blade’s attack speed—the blade’s attack speed was increasing, and Yuan Di remained cool and indifferent, as if she were doing something trivial.
A-Gui’s expression grew uglier and uglier.
Finally, the Demon Body on him completely collapsed.
His originally tall and sturdy form returned to its original appearance.
He couldn’t hold out any longer. He had to use his wits.
A-Gui began desperately using Demonic Qi to defend himself, saying, “What a pity! If that great war back then had started a little later, once you had fully mastered Huitian, the Spiritual Cultivators would surely have suffered a crushing defeat.”
Flattery will get you everywhere, they say.
A few compliments first couldn’t hurt.
Yuan Di paid him no heed, still attacking with blows faster than the last.
A-Gui’s lips trembled.
Feeling the Demonic Qi in his body being consumed by the blade edge, he grew anxious and said, “Have you ever considered that my master might not be dead!”
Letting out such a huge piece of news would surely shock Yuan Di.
And shock would certainly lead to her sheathing her blade and asking questions.
But…
There was not a trace of change in Yuan Di’s expression.
Nor was there the slightest pause in the blade in her hand.
Sweat poured from A-Gui’s forehead.
The Demonic Qi he could release to resist the blade edge was running out.
Having once stood so high, he never imagined he would be chopped to death by Yuan Di, one slash at a time.
There was an inexplicable sense of humiliation.
He realized with shock that from the very beginning, he had never once made an active attack.
Because he was wary of “Primordial Spirit Slash,” he had been thinking only of how to avoid it.
By the time he wanted to attack, he no longer had the chance.
No, there was still one last hope.
“The Demonic Cultivators are finished! And you still want to kill each other?”
He questioned Yuan Di furiously, his tone filled with grief, anger, and despair.
“I know what you want to do! You can’t do it alone! I can help you!”
The blade edge suddenly became even more fierce, and after cleaving through the Demonic Qi A-Gui was using to defend himself, it slashed diagonally down from A-Gui’s left shoulder.
A-Gui looked down in shock at the wound on his chest being corroded by Demonic Qi.
He opened his mouth, then looked up again at Yuan Di, whose eyes were still cool and expression still calm.
“Was that necessary?”
“Yes.”
Yuan Di finally replied.
…
The night was deep.
Thick darkness was the Demonic Cultivators’ favorite color.
In the yet-to-be-fully-repaired Anzhi Courtyard, the roofless buildings, their windows not yet installed, stood like demons in the darkness, staring coldly with hollow, pitch-black eyes.
Wang Sandong, sleeping soundly, suddenly sensed something unusual.
Someone pressed on her chest twice.
She jolted awake and opened her eyes to see Yuan Di standing by the bed in the darkness.
Forcing down her racing heart, Wang Sandong complained, “You’re a person. Could you stop acting like a ghost? Showing up in the middle of the night can scare someone to death.”
Ignoring Wang Sandong’s complaint, Yuan Di pressed one hand against Wang Sandong’s chest, frowned slightly, and said with dissatisfaction, “Still this flat. Have you been slacking off lately?”
Wang Sandong swallowed hard, barely restraining the urge to swat Yuan Di’s hand away—she couldn’t try to cover it up. Letting her “inspect” was the only way to avoid arousing suspicion.
“After the third rank, cultivation progress naturally slows down.”
“Hmph.”
Yuan Di withdrew her hand.
Wang Sandong’s tense body gradually relaxed.
With a thought, she sat up and said, “It didn’t get bigger, but other places seem to have shrunk a bit. Do you want to check?”
This tactic was called offense as the best defense.
Yuan Di indeed showed a look of disdain and didn’t actually reach out to check.
Ignoring Wang Sandong’s lewd remarks, Yuan Di reached out to the side and grabbed a person.
Wang Sandong was startled, her heart skipping a beat.
Looking closely, she saw that this person was completely wrapped in Demonic Qi, even their face covered. Like a black mummy.
“Who is this?”
Wang Sandong asked, though she already had a guess in her heart: Could it be A-Gui?
“Kill him using Soul Snatching.”
Yuan Di clearly didn’t intend to make introductions.
Wang Sandong hesitated for a moment, then used Soul Snatching.
Compared to her previous hunting of “living things,” this time was like sitting right down at the dining table to eat.
Wang Sandong liked this “way of eating.”
As Soul Snatching drew out the person’s “soul,” a tidal wave of unfamiliar memories surged in.
With previous experience and careful sorting through memories, Wang Sandong was not overwhelmed by the memory impact this time.
She simply closed her eyes slightly, revealing an expression of comfort as if she had eaten and drunk her fill.
After a moment, she curled the corner of her mouth, opened her eyes, looked at Yuan Di, and said with a smile, “So it turns out Soul Snatching can strengthen my Primordial Spirit.”
It was a pity that the Disciple of the Demon Emperor’s strength wasn’t at its peak either.
Otherwise, the gain would have been greater.
The strength of the person being “Soul Snatched” determined the enhancement to the Primordial Spirit.
Even so, Wang Sandong was still quite satisfied.
She felt that compared to the strengthening of her Primordial Spirit, the information brought by the memories was the most valuable.
Her gaze fell back on A-Gui’s face.
At that moment, the Demonic Qi enveloping A-Gui had dissipated, revealing his face.
Wang Sandong immediately put on a shocked expression and exclaimed, “Oh my! This… A-Gui? What happened?”
Just as she was getting into her performance, she saw Yuan Di using a Corpse Driving technique, leading A-Gui toward the door.
“Leaving already?”
“Why else would I be here?”
Yuan Di asked back.
“It’s the middle of the night. Since you’re already here,” Wang Sandong said lasciviously, “my bed is big and comfortable. Want to give it a try?”
Hearing this, Yuan Di sneered and said without looking back, “If you like, once you become a woman, I’ll oblige you.”
With that, she walked out of the room.
Wang Sandong dropped her lewd expression, her face turning serious.
Recalling the memory of being chopped to death by Yuan Di, blow by blow, Wang Sandong felt a lingering fear.
This man—as beautiful as a celestial maiden, seemingly gentle in temperament—was incredibly simple and brutal when it came to fighting.
And that “Primordial Spirit Slash”…
Killing her was clearly going to be very difficult.
Wang Sandong slowly lay back down, but sleep eluded her.
The memories brought by A-Gui, that vast amount of information, kept her awake all night.
Sigh…
Yuan Di, Yuan Di…
So it turns out you were planning to use me as a sacrifice to the Demon Abyss.
The Demon Abyss—the holy land of Demonic Cultivators, a place Spiritual Cultivator experts had long sought but never found.
Though she had known early on that Yuan Di had ill intentions, now that it was truly confirmed, Wang Sandong still couldn’t help feeling sorrow and disappointment.
She sighed again and again.
As for the major news that the Demon Sovereign was still alive…
Wang Sandong wasn’t particularly surprised.
There had been all kinds of rumors circulating among the people—that the Demon Sovereign hadn’t died, that Yuan Di hadn’t died, that the Four Demon Generals hadn’t died…
Wang Sandong felt that whether those people lived or died had little to do with her.
Even Yuan Di’s scheme was nothing to worry about for now.
It was just a bit melancholy.
Her current savior would one day become her enemy.
The image of Yuan Di’s calm, cool expression surfaced in her mind again.
Sigh…
It would really be a shame to kill her.
What a pity she had already transformed!
Otherwise…
Hmph!
Wang Sandong let her thoughts run wild until her face flushed, her heart raced, and her hands itched with temptation.
Thankfully, she caught herself in time, sensing the turmoil in her Qi and blood and realizing her body’s condition couldn’t handle any reckless behavior.
She quickly suppressed these indecent thoughts and slowly calmed her Qi.
Sigh…
So helpless.
Forced to remain pure.