Master: This Villainous Disciple Is Not The Holy Child

The slaughter continued.

Even Senior Brother Yan, dragged into the illusion, joined the bloodbath.

As each Divine Bridge Realm disciple fell, their lifeblood, instead of seeping into the ground, flowed together, converging at the roots of the Infant Soul Demon Fruit tree.

The pale, bone-like branches of the tree turned crimson as they drank the blood, the eerie fruit growing more sinister, its childlike laughter echoing through the valley, a chilling sound that made even seasoned cultivators shudder.

Hidden within the mist, a pair of crimson eyes, glowing with a demonic light, watched the carnage unfold, their gaze cold and emotionless.

…

While Chu Xiu orchestrated the massacre of his “beloved” fellow disciples, using their blood to ripen the Infant Soul Demon Fruit, a dark tide was rising within the Huāngyāo Secret Realm.

Two inner disciples from Dao Cloud Peak were surrounded by seven dog-headed demons, their spiked clubs glinting menacingly in the dim light. Their grins were savage, their black tongues licking their lips in anticipation.

“It’s been too long… since we’ve tasted human flesh…”

“Ah… such a delectable aroma…”

The leader of the dog-headed demons gestured with his hand, his voice a cold growl. “Kill them quickly! We can’t afford any delays! The Chief’s plans… they take precedence! If we fail him, we’re all dead!”

The two Dao Cloud Peak disciples, their faces pale with terror, stood back-to-back, their trembling hands gripping their swords. They were only at the ninth level of the Sea of Qi realm, while these demons… the weakest among them was at the Divine Bridge realm, their leader even higher.

“Stay back! My master is an elder of Dao Cloud Peak! If you dare to touch us—”

His words were cut short as the dog-headed demons lunged, their savage laughter echoing through the valley.

Screams…

The two disciples were torn apart, their bodies reduced to a bloody mess, their entrails scattered across the ground.

Scenes like this were playing out across the Huāngyāo Secret Realm.

Something had changed.

The demons, who had previously been scattered and fighting amongst themselves, their numbers dwindling, were suddenly stronger, more organized. They had formed alliances, gathered packs of desolate beasts, and were systematically hunting down the disciples of the Tài Sù Holy Land.

Su Ruxue, her white robes stained crimson, her ethereal beauty marred by blood and grime, no longer resembled the celestial fairy she had appeared to be on the Tai Su Plaza.

She carried her gravely injured junior sister on her back, fleeing through the ancient forest.

A pack of demons, their appearances grotesque and varied, rode atop desolate beasts, their excited shouts and howls echoing through the trees as they pursued her relentlessly.

“Catch her!”

“Haha! That human female… her skin is so smooth and tender! Let’s have some fun with her… then we’ll eat her!”

“She can’t escape!”

Su Ruxue’s face was pale, her strength fading. She gritted her teeth, activating a secret technique, burning her life essence to enhance her speed. She’d rather die than fall into their hands.

“Senior… Senior Sister… leave me… run…” Her junior sister’s voice was weak, barely a whisper. In this moment of crisis, she was willing to sacrifice herself to give her senior sister a chance to escape. ‘If they eat me… perhaps… it will buy you some time…’

“Shut up!” Su Ruxue snapped. “I promised Master I’d bring you back safely.”

She pushed onward, her jaw clenched, her heart filled with a burning rage. Not at the demons, but at her own weakness, her inability to protect those she cared about.

A massive eagle, its wingspan exceeding ten meters, circled overhead, its cold eyes fixed on Su Ruxue, ready to swoop down and finish her off. It wouldn’t give her a chance to summon her flying ship and escape.

The hunt continued.

…

Back on Yin Demon Mountain…

…at the summit…

Chu Xiu’s eyes flickered as he surveyed the scene within the formation.

No one remained alive.

Over two hundred desiccated corpses, their faces twisted in gruesome expressions of terror and agony, lay scattered across the ground.

The crimson color receded from the Infant Soul Demon Fruit tree. The fruit itself, however, glowed with a vibrant, almost otherworldly light, surrounded by a red mist, a sweet fragrance emanating from its surface.

“Hee hee hee…”

The eerie laughter of a child echoed through the air, clearer and louder than before.

“It’s almost ripe… but it still needs… a little more…” Chu Xiu frowned, his gaze sweeping over the corpses.

He turned and began to descend the mountain. He wasn’t worried about anyone stealing his prize. He had layered the area with trapping formations, killing formations, and illusion formations. No one could touch what was his.

…

“Brother Chen… something’s happened on the mountain…” Qin Min whispered, his voice trembling, his face pale with fear. The others shared his apprehension, their gazes fixed on the mist-shrouded peak.

Chen Mofan’s expression was grim. The screams and shouts from the summit had been impossible to ignore.

“The fighting’s stopped,” one of them murmured. “Do you think… do you think they’re all dead?”

They exchanged uneasy glances, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and morbid curiosity.

‘That Chu Xiu… he’s a monster! He’s so ruthless! There’s no way he’ll give us the antidote… ’

Despair settled over them, their faces grim.

“We have no choice… we have to trust him,” Chen Mofan said with a sigh.

Just then, a figure emerged from the mist, his robes billowing, his hair swaying gently in the breeze.

Chu Xiu, his face as flawless as jade, his eyes bright and clear, a gentle smile on his lips, approached them, the very image of a carefree scholar.

“And why aren’t you on the mountain, Junior Brothers and Sisters?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

Their faces twitched.

‘Because everyone who went up there is dead, you treacherous bastard! You were planning to kill us too!’

“We’ve… we’ve brought you the people you requested, Senior Brother Chu,” Chen Mofan said, forcing a smile, his voice strained. He bowed, suppressing his urge to curse Chu Xiu to the depths of hell. “Now… about that antidote…”

Chu Xiu’s gaze, sharp and calculating, fell upon them.

He reached for his Tyrant Dragon Sword, its three-meter-long blade a gleaming promise of pain…

…when a sudden commotion interrupted him.

Rapid footsteps, accompanied by a strong demonic aura, approached quickly.

The six of them turned, their faces hardening.

Over twenty demons, their forms grotesque and varied, were herding eight massive desolate beasts towards them. Leading the charge was a monstrous bull, ten meters tall and five meters long, its demonic aura overwhelming, its bloodlust palpable. Strapped to its broad back were seven or eight corpses, their blood still fresh.

The demons, spotting Chu Xiu and his group, roared with excitement.

“Humans!”

“More humans! Kill them!”

“For the tribe! For freedom!”

Chu Xiu’s expression remained unchanged. It had been ten days since he entered the Huāngyāo Secret Realm, and this was his first encounter with demons. It seemed these creatures were actively hunting human cultivators.

And they were strong. The weakest among them was at the fifth level of the Divine Bridge realm, and those desolate beasts…

The bull at the front, its massive, sharp horns pointing skyward, its blood-red eyes like lanterns, its breath steaming in the cold air… it was a terrifying sight.

Chen Mofan gripped his hammer, his expression grim.

“Prepare for battle!”

His team, despite their fear, stood their ground, forming a defensive formation, ready to fight. They were disciplined, their loyalty unwavering. They knew they had no chance of escaping. The demons wouldn’t allow it. Their only option was to fight, to die on their feet rather than on their knees.

Chu Xiu’s eyes narrowed. He drew his Tyrant Dragon Sword, its three-meter blade humming with power.

“Kill!” Chen Mofan roared, charging forward, his massive hammer raised high, the ground trembling beneath his feet. His companions followed, their movements swift and determined, their faces grim.

They weren’t fighting out of courage or loyalty… they were fighting for their lives.

Chu Xiu, activating the Xing Secret Technique, his movements a blur, soared over their heads, his black robes billowing behind him, the Tyrant Dragon Sword gleaming in the dim light.

“He’s fast!” Chen Mofan exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise.

As Chu Xiu channeled his true essence into the sword, the black runes etched into its blade began to glow, amplifying its power, its aura growing more menacing.

With a single, devastating strike, he brought the sword down upon the bull’s head, its skull cracking under the force of the blow, blood spraying outwards.

The bull’s charge faltered, its massive body stumbling back several meters, its legs collapsing beneath it. It let out a final, agonizing bellow, blood streaming from its eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, before crashing to the ground, raising a cloud of dust and debris.

A peak Divine Bridge realm desolate beast… slain in a single strike.

Chen Mofan and his companions stared in disbelief.

Chu Xiu landed gracefully on the bull’s corpse, the lifeless bodies of his “fellow disciples” lying nearby. He looked down at the approaching demons, their faces frozen in shock and horror, a predatory smile spreading across his lips.

He raised the Tyrant Dragon Sword, its blade dripping with blood.

With a single, sweeping motion, he unleashed a torrent of crimson sword light, engulfing the demons and their remaining beasts, their screams swallowed by the storm of death and destruction.