The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 15 Conflict

Yun Weiyang stood at the courtyard gate, watching the Qingxuan Sect Leader's figure disappear into the depths of the bamboo forest. The smile on her face gradually faded. She turned around, walked back into the courtyard, sat down on the stone bench, and closed her eyes.

He was truly exhausted. Running the alchemy furnace at high intensity for a month straight was taking a toll, even for someone with an extraordinary soul. But it was worth it. The Yuanqiao Golden Bright Pill had already been sent out, and all that was left was to wait.

Once Sect Leader Qingxuan has consumed it.

Yun Weiyang opened her eyes and looked at the old locust tree above her head. The leaves rustled in the wind, and sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows.

"Soon."

That evening, Zhi'er arrived, carrying a food box containing several side dishes and a bowl of hot soup.

When she entered the courtyard, Yun Weiyang was sitting cross-legged on a stone bench, the starlight swirling around him, highlighting the distinct features of his profile, making him look like a white jade sculpture.

Zhi'er was stunned, and almost dropped the food box in her hand.

"Zhi'er?" Yun Weiyang opened her eyes, looked at her, and smiled slightly: "You've arrived?"

Zhi'er snapped out of her daze, her face flushed red, and she quickly walked over, placed the food box on the stone table, and lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

"Brother Weiyang, I've made you some food... please try it."

Yun Weiyang opened the food box, picked up her chopsticks, took a bite of food, and put it in her mouth.

"tasty."

Zhi'er's face turned even redder. She sat down opposite him, placed her hands on her knees, twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingers, and hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?" Yun Weiyang asked.

Zhi'er bit her lip, raised her head, and looked into Yun Weiyang's eyes.

"Brother Weiyang, that pill... will Grandpa really be able to break through?"

Yun Weiyang put down her chopsticks and looked at Zhi'er.

"Yes," Yun Weiyang said confidently, "but there's one condition."

"What are the prerequisites?"

Yun Weiyang remained silent for a moment, as if hesitating whether to speak. Zhi'er looked at his expression and became even more anxious.

"Brother Weiyang, tell me quickly!"

Yun Weiyang sighed.

"Zhi'er, the reason why Grandpa dares not take the pill is because he has no way out." Yun Weiyang's voice was very soft and gentle: "He is now the leader of the Flying Immortal Sect, and he is the support of all of you. If something happens to him, the Flying Immortal Sect will be finished. So he has to protect himself, not because he is afraid of death, but because he cannot die."

Zhi'er nodded.

"Grandpa is getting old, and his lifespan is running out. His ambition is waning, which is the most fatal flaw. Without the will to move forward, no amount of elixirs will be of much use. If Grandpa wants to break through, he must have the determination to burn his bridges!"

Zhi'er looked at Yun Weiyang with a worried expression and said, "Brother Weiyang, do you have any way to help Grandpa successfully advance to the next level?"

Yun Weiyang looked at Zhi'er, a rare look of hesitation on her face. Looking into Zhi'er's bright eyes, she sighed and said, "Zhi'er, I do have a way, but it requires you and your fellow disciples to deceive Grandpa, which I really can't bear to do."

Zhi'er looked at Yun Weiyang with a firm expression: "Brother Weiyang, you did it for the Flying Immortal Sect and for Grandpa. It's okay, I will help you. As long as you succeed, Grandpa and your fellow disciples won't blame you."

Looking at Zhi'er, Yun Weiyang touched Zhi'er's cheek and pulled her into his arms amidst her blushing expression: "Zhi'er, after your grandfather successfully advances, come back to Xingxiu Sea with me. I will introduce you to Master, and you can join Xingxiu Sea as well, okay?"

Zhi'er leaned against Yun Weiyang's chest, her face flushed, her head bowed, and she softly hummed in agreement.

Yun Weiyang stroked Zhi'er's head, her expression indifferent yet amused, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

In the following days, the atmosphere within the Flying Immortal Sect became subtle.

Every day, the Qingxuan Sect Leader would take out the Yuanqiao Golden Bright Pill from his room, look at it again and again, and then put it back. He was hesitant. He dared not. More than a hundred years of cultivation had long since made the Qingxuan Sect Leader lose the confidence to advance further. His lifespan was at most three to five years. His Dao Embryo was withering and he could not even open the Dao Embryo Cave Heaven. He dared not try. If he did not try, he would still have a few years to live, but if he failed to advance, given his current state, he would probably die immediately.

Meanwhile, subtle changes began to occur among the disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect.

Three days later, at dawn.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader was looking at the golden pill in his room, his expression hesitant. He had been looking at it for three whole days, making up his mind each time, only to back down at the last moment.

Just then, hurried footsteps and shouts suddenly came from outside.

"Master! Master! Something terrible has happened!"

The Qingxuan Sect Leader quickly put the pills into his storage bag, strode out of the room, and saw his eldest disciple Zhou Heng and third disciple running in from the courtyard gate. The two were covered in blood and their clothes were tattered, as if they had just escaped from the battlefield.

"What's going on?" Sect Leader Qingxuan's heart sank.

"Master!" Zhou Heng knelt on the ground, his voice hoarse, "The Yunlei Sect suddenly attacked our people stationed on the spiritual vein! My second junior brother... he was killed!"

The Qingxuan Sect Leader's face turned pale instantly.

"What?"

"The entire Yunlei Sect has been mobilized, even Old Ghost Yunlei himself has taken action!" Zhou Heng's voice trembled. "Junior Sister led her disciples to her rescue, but they're trapped too. Master, what should we do?"

The Qingxuan Sect Leader suddenly released his divine sense, sweeping across the entire Qishan Mountain. Indeed, there were far fewer disciples on the mountain, and Zhi'er was also gone.

His body swayed, and Sect Leader Qingxuan almost lost his balance.

"Zhi'er...Zhi'er is trapped too?"

"Yes." Zhou Heng lowered his head. "Junior Sister... she went to save Second Junior Brother, but she didn't expect there to be so many people from the Yunlei Sect... we..."

The Qingxuan Sect Leader's hands were trembling. His two sons had both died at the hands of the Yunlei Sect. Zhi'er was his only bloodline, his only family. If something happened to Zhi'er too...

"Master," the third disciple spoke, his voice hoarse, "I heard that Old Ghost Yunlei's cultivation has reached the peak of the Dao Embryo stage, and his eldest disciple also broke through to the Dao Embryo stage not long ago. We... we are no match for them."

The figure of the Qingxuan Sect Leader swayed slightly.

They were no match for him. Sect Leader Qingxuan knew this better than anyone else. He had lived for 120 years, but had been trapped at the Dao Embryo Perfection stage for over 80 years. His lifespan was nearing its end, and his cultivation was no longer at its peak. Meanwhile, Old Ghost Yunlei was in his prime, and had his eldest disciple at the Dao Embryo stage to help him. Feixian Sect was simply no match for them.

What should I do?

What should he do?

Just then, the Qingxuan Sect Leader's hand touched the storage bag at his waist.

Elixir.

The eyes of the Qingxuan Sect Leader suddenly lit up.

Yes, there's also the Yuanqiao Golden Bright Pill. As long as he breaks through to the Refining Spirit Realm, the Yunlei Sect will be no match for him. Once he breaks through to the Refining Spirit Realm, he can save Zhi'er, destroy the Yunlei Sect, and avenge his two sons.