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"Who are you?! Get out of Ling Kui's body!" Li Xiaonan shouted angrily.
Fei Ji shifted her stance, one hand forming a delicate gesture across her chest while the other rested at her waist. With a playful glint in her eyes, she smiled charmingly and said, "Xiao Nan, you're so fierce; I'm so scared! Hahaha!"
Li Xiaonan felt her face flush with anger, becoming even more convinced that the gentle Ling Kui she had known was merely an act put on by Fei Ji.
"Go! Don't let him ruin my plans!" Fei Ji commanded coldly to the Six Demons behind her.
The Twelve-Winged Demon was equivalent to a master at the Tribulation Stage in the world of Cultivation. Even though Li Xiaonan could hold his ground against six opponents, defeating them all at once would not be easy. Thus, Fei Ji had successfully bought herself some time.
She continuously chanted an eerie melody, her fingers weaving intricate hand seals like blooming flowers.
By the time Li Xiaonan had defeated the six demons, Fei Ji completed her final hand gesture and shouted, "Open, Demon Gate!"
A black fissure appeared in the void behind her, and one by one, the demons began to push their heads through the crack.
Even if one had never seen a pig run, they would know what it looked like. Having read several fantasy novels about Cultivation, Li Xiaonan immediately understood what Fei Ji was trying to do and realized the gravity of the situation.
He thought to himself: This is bad! She's trying to open a passage between realms. If demons from the demon realm can come into the Cultivation world, then the Starry Illusion Continent is doomed!
The strength of demons is not terrifying, but their bizarre reproductive speed is. The demon race reproduces in a way that is even more perverse than humans; they use asexual reproduction through self-division. This means that one Six-Winged Demon can split into two Three-Winged Demons. Although their power diminishes significantly, their sheer numbers are overwhelming.
Li Xiaonan shouted, "Stop!"
"There's no time left! If it weren't for that Old Dragon being gone, I wouldn't have been able to open the Demon Gate so easily! Hahaha! We have been suppressed for thousands of years, and to think you Cultivators are getting weaker and weaker. It's truly a waste of this abundant Spiritual Energy. You might as well become part of my demon realm!"
Li Xiaonan finally realized that after all this time, he had been doing the dirty work for the other side. He clenched his fists in anger and shouted, "You won't get away with this!"
In Qingyu City, Li Xiaonan frowned, flipped his hand, and threw Chen Yaojin aside. He hurriedly said, "I need to go to the demon realm. Be careful; the demon clan might be planning something. Father-in-law, senior, please notify the Outer Academy and spread this news to the Cultivation world."
"Xiao Nan! Don't!" The women didn't have time to stop him before Li Xiaonan vanished from sight.
Smurf lay on the ground, lamenting, "Master! Wait for me..." But there was no trace of Li Xiaonan left.
"What are we going to do? I have to find Xiao Nan!" Yun Moyu exclaimed anxiously.
Chen Yaojin grabbed her and said, "Don't worry, sisters. It's a great thing that the boss is going to the demon realm; it's like a mouse falling into a rice bin!"
Li Baobao was displeased and frowned slightly. "How dare you compare the master to a mouse!"
"No, no, no! Let me rephrase that! Um... it's like a fly buzzing around rotten meat!"
"What did you say?" This time, not only was Li Baobao upset, but Yun Moyu was angry too!
Chen Yaojin, frightened, waved his hands in surrender. "I was wrong! I was wrong! Ah, I've got it! This time it's perfect—like a dung beetle feasting on dung!"
In the Underworld Demon Sea, Li Xiaonan sneezed and scratched his nose, muttering to himself, "Which bastard is talking bad about me?"
With a single sweep of his hand, he tossed six half-dead Twelve-Winged Demons into the Seven-Level Pagoda and flicked the Carefree Fan towards Fei Ji.
"Hmph!" Fei Ji snorted coldly, his figure flashing as he vanished into the rift.
"This is bad!" Li Xiaonan exclaimed, taking two quick steps to create two clones. "Hold the Underworld Demon Sea! Buy us as much time as you can!"
Repairing the Time-Space Rift required an understanding of space that Li Xiaonan, with his current cultivation level, simply could not achieve. Not only was he unable to comprehend Spatial Law, but he hadn't even touched the threshold of it. All he could do was attempt to contain and intercept, hoping that the Outer Academy would send experts from the Cultivation world to help resolve this issue.
"Got it! Boss, bring back your wife!" Clone One saluted.
Clone Two pounded his chest and declared, "Absolutely! We will defend the Underworld Demon Sea with our lives! As long as we are alive, we won't let a single demon escape!"
Li Xiaonan nodded, flicking his fingers as the Seven-Level Pagoda shot through the rift, crashing into numerous demons. Limbs flew in all directions as Li Xiaonan followed closely behind, pushing forward against the tide.
"Sigh... it seems the rift has widened again. Brothers, let's fight side by side!" The two outside the rift clasped hands and stood back to back, perfectly embodying the twin mountain formation. If they were on present-day Earth, they would surely attract countless fangirls' screams.
Inside the Reverse Passage, Li Xiaonan felt like he had entered a blender; he was dizzy and disoriented, feeling as if he might vomit bile. Fortunately, he was still under the protection of the Seven-Level Pagoda. If he had charged into this passage alone, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Taking a deep breath, he summoned all his True Essence Power to suppress the nauseating urge to vomit. Suddenly, the Spirit Tree on his Spirit Platform stirred; specks of white light drifted from its leaves, leaving the Spirit Platform and his mind before finally hovering around him.
In the dark passageway, these floating lights transformed the Reverse Passage into a starry sky, gently pulsating. The lights seemed to absorb something, growing larger and brighter, like fireflies shining with their very lives.
Some of these lights had grown to the size of fingernails and appeared unable to hold any more brightness as they slowly floated back into Li Xiaonan's Spirit Platform.
The light slowly got absorbed by the Spirit Tree's roots, nourishing them like dew and sunlight. Although no new leaves sprouted, the roots of the Spirit Tree grew thicker and stronger.
He shuddered with a sense of comfort and was startled. Could it be that he could still increase his Mental Power in this passage?
Just as Li Xiaonan was about to try further, a blood moon suddenly replaced his view, and the crack behind him vanished without a trace.
He sighed, thinking to himself: As expected, it's the Reverse Passage; it disappeared as soon as I came out.
At this moment, Li Xiaonan wasn't worried at all. After all, the passage had already opened, making it easy to reach the Cultivation realm. Moreover, there should still be a way to get to the Underworld from the Demon Realm.
What concerned him more was Ling Kui's situation. He had no idea what that Fei Ji was or why it could occupy Ling Kui's Flesh.
"Wow! A spirit stone!" A Winged Imp dove toward a low-grade spirit stone the size of a mung bean. It looked around nervously and sighed in relief, saying, "Great! No one is here! I'm so lucky to find such a big spirit stone!"
Li Xiaonan stood above with a twitching mouth. "Hey! Can't you see me? I'm right here! And by the way, how does this mung bean-sized Low-Grade Spirit Stone relate to 'big' in any way?"
He shook his head, ready to follow Lei Feng's example and send this poor creature on its way to enlightenment.
Just then, before he could act, trouble arrived.
A Four-Winged Imp flew over with drool at the corner of its mouth and a sly grin. "What a big spirit stone!" It looked around again and laughed, "Haha! No one! It's destined to be mine!"
Li Xiaonan felt black lines forming on his forehead and couldn't help but complain again: "Seriously? Are your eyes on your backside? Why can't any of you see me? Do I really have that little presence?"
The Winged Imp's expression froze as it slowly turned its head to look behind, stammering, "Four... Four-Winged... dead... dead for sure! Ah!"
A scream pierced the air as the Four-Winged Imp tore into it with its claws, stuffing it into its mouth. It snatched the green bean-sized spirit stone, grinning widely, and a bulge suddenly formed on its back, writhing incessantly. A hunchbacked wing slowly burst forth from the swollen mass, unfurling with a whoosh.
This was not the first time Li Xiaonan had witnessed demons advancing in power. They were masters of self-destruction, thriving on the weak; no race exemplified this better than the demons. Such a race was destined to be powerful but would never be the strongest. Their eyes were filled only with greed and strength.
When the day came that they ruled the world, their greatest enemy would be themselves.
Li Xiaonan shook his head helplessly, holding the Seven-Level Pagoda in his hand. Just as he was about to seize the Five-Winged Imp, another Eight-Winged Demon Lord appeared behind him.
Damn! A single green bean, and now an Eight-Winged has shown up! The Eight Wings were equivalent to the Separation Stage in the cultivation realm. A low-grade spirit stone the size of a green bean tossed into the cultivation world was like tossing a dime—what cultivator would even glance at it? Had resources in the demon realm become this scarce?
The Eight-Winged Demon Lord casually grabbed the Five-Winged Imp beneath it and swallowed it whole in a matter of seconds, letting out a disgusting belch afterward.
Li Xiaonan scratched his head, pondering: This is just too abnormal. Why haven’t these three demons noticed me standing here?
He looked at his palm and sent his consciousness into his body, finally uncovering a hint of something unusual.
From the roots of the Spirit Tree within his Spirit Platform, an extremely thin root had crawled out of his mind and grown to the forehead of his Dantian Nascent Soul. At first glance, it looked like an extra eye had appeared, transmitting a strange sensation to Li Xiaonan's consciousness.
Invisibility! Mental confusion that made enemies unable to see him? Incredible! That means… Dad will never have to worry about me being caught while spying again!
Pah! I, Li Xiaonan, am upright and aboveboard; how could I do such things? No need to tarnish my own reputation!
The Eight-Winged Demon Lord chuckled to himself, marveling at how clever he was, like a mantis stalking a cicada while a yellow bird lay in wait.
He tossed a green bean into the air and swallowed it whole, but unexpectedly, a golden light appeared above him, enveloping the bean. It was the little brat with the rubber bow hiding behind the yellow bird.
"Collect!" Li Xiaonan called out lightly. The Eight-Winged Demon Lord didn't even have time to struggle before being sucked into the Seven-Level Pagoda.
Li Xiaonan grinned and darted forward.
"In three days, I should reach the entrance. Thanks to Lady Fei Ji opening the passage to the Cultivation Realm, I've heard that resources there are far richer than in the Underworld!"
Li Xiaonan furrowed his brow as he glanced at two Ten-Winged Demons conversing across from him. The Fei Ji they mentioned must be the one he was looking for!
It seemed he needed to gather some information. He looked around; there were at least a hundred or eighty people sitting around a campfire in the desert, as if they were camping there.
He pondered that collecting them all into the Seven-Level Pagoda would be too much of a stretch, especially since he didn't want to alert anyone.
Taking a deep breath, he sent his consciousness into the Spirit Platform's Spirit Tree, trying hard to visualize the appearance of that Eight-Winged Demon Lord from earlier.
"Who goes there?" one of the Ten-Winged Demons by the fire said coldly.
"Hehe... g-g-greetings... I-I am just p-p-passing through..." The extremely awkward Eight-Winged Demon Lord was none other than Li Xiaonan himself.
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