Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!-Chapter 31 - Joyous Corpse Examination _1

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: Joyous Corpse Examination _1

Chapter 31 -31: Joyous Corpse Examination _1

“Chu Liang!” Song Qingyi cried out in despair.

She took a couple of steps to get to Chu Liang’s side. His eyes were dark, almost lifeless. Tears were about to well up in her eyes when she suddenly noticed something off.

Huh?

She could move again?

Just as she was pondering about this strange development, she saw Chu Liang’s eyes regain their vibrant lustre before it grew dim – full of life once again.

“Ah…” Chu Liang sighed deeply and collapsed onto the ground.

The moment was the most critical he’d faced in his entire life.

Since the moment they were brought into the hut by the black-robed man and shown the soul stealing array, a dangerous idea had crept into his mind.

With a Golden Core Realm demonic cultivator towering over him, their defeat was imminent. If the black-robed man had directly killed Song Qingyi and himself, they would have been powerless. However, the man chose to directly extract their souls to preserve the power of their divine consciousness.

Normally, there wouldn’t be any difference between the two methods.

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But at that moment, Chu Liang was reminded of a long-forgotten reward.

The Soul Transfer Spell!

If there was still a shred of hope, perhaps it would come from this.

Struggling with all his might, he tried to turn his body, positioning one arm behind him. Through this, he was able to hide the jade talisman containing the spell from the White Pagoda.

So, when the black-robed man targeted Song Qingyi first, Chu Liang provoked him by spewing insults, forcing him to extract his (Chu Liang’s) soul first.

When the black-robed man fell into the trap and tried to steal Chu Liang’s soul, Chu Liang activated the Jade Talisman simultaneously.

The talisman shattered immediately, and the Soul Transfer Spell was activated.

For a brief moment, Chu Liang swapped souls with the black-robed man.

Upon entering the black-robed man’s body, Chu Liang felt a sudden deprivation of all his senses. When his senses returned, his body was still immobile.

It was like having your arm fall asleep while resting; when you touch it, it feels like it belongs to a stranger. But now, this feeling engulfed his entire body, rendering him entirely immobile.

This stiffness, however, only lasted for three breaths.

Simultaneously, the black-robed man panicked as he found himself in Chu Liang’s body, and the Underworld Heavenly Book shooting a black light at “him”.

His soul was captured by the Underworld Heavenly Book even before those three breaths had passed.

To put it bluntly, he died.

With the black-robed man’s death, the Soul Piercing Nail, which was a manifestation of his divine powers, naturally dissipated. Song Qingyi was able to regain control and rushed to Chu Liang’s side.

After three breaths elapsed, Chu Liang’s soul flickered back into his body.

Marking the end of this perilous soul-swapping journey.

Plop.

Upon the black-robed man’s death, the Black Jade Booklet dropped to the ground, and the black candles in the array were extinguished one by one.

Chu Liang went ahead and picked up the Black Jade Booklet. Holding it, he felt a cold, eerie sensation. The magic artifact of the Underworld King Sect were indeed quite sinister.

He searched the black-robed man’s body and pulled out a dark gold token engraved with the characters “Soul Invocation” and several small porcelain bottles likely containing sealed ghosts…

Song Qingyi watched his actions with wide eyes, her cheeks still wet from her tears. “What…what are you doing?” she stuttered.

“Looting the body.” Chu Liang replied nonchalantly.

“I know…” Song Qingyi obviously knew he was looting the body, and that this was a standard procedure after killing an enemy.

But… how did he know it was a corpse?

Although all signs pointed to the black-robed man’s death, isn’t it too sudden? She was still tearing up, completely clueless about what had happened. How did Chu Liang so calmly begin looting the body…

She was simply puzzled.

“How did he die?” After some thought, Song Qingyi finally asked.

“He probably died from overheating during cultivation or made a mistake while performing his Divine Skills,” Chu Liang answered without hesitation.

As for using the Soul Transfer Spell, that’s another thing he didn’t need to mention. There’s no need to cause unnecessary suspicion.

Naturally, the explanation about overheating during cultivation was just a deflection. Song Qingyi wasn’t a fool; she wouldn’t easily believe this. But at least now she knew there were things Chu Liang didn’t want to reveal.

As expected, Song Qingyi didn’t press the subject further.

But the more Chu Liang avoided the topic, the more she became convinced that Chu Liang had killed the black-robed man.

The ability to silently kill a Golden Core Realm demonic cultivator with Divine Consciousness Stage cultivation…

That sent waves of shock through her.

Chu Liang lifted the black robe from the man, revealing the face of an ordinary middle-aged man in his thirties or forties. At first glance, you wouldn’t think he was a demonic cultivator who heartlessly slays people, nor would you guess him capable of such a hoarse and aged voice.

Demonic cultivators always use secret methods to hide their faces and change their voices, you may only get the chance to see their true faces after they die.

He searched the man from head to toe, then laid the body back on the ground and took off the man’s shoes, saying, “Teacher Song, let’s share the spoils fifty-fifty.”

“No, no, that’s not necessary…” Song Qingyi hurriedly waved her hand, “You came all this way to rescue me, I’m already very grateful. Whatever you find, you should keep.”

“That’s far too kind…” Chu Liang flashed a smile.

As Song Qingyi watched the young man’s gentle smile, she suddenly felt a hint of confusion.

He was as cultured and courteous as ever, yet his happy search of the body was just as genuine. She really couldn’t figure him out.

Next, she saw Chu Liang pull a handful of silver bills from the man’s boots and unabashedly stuff them into his pocket, saying, “I need to hurry up. I won’t have much time left soon.”

“Huh?” Song Qingyi immediately tensed, “Are more enemies coming?”

“No…” Chu Liang shook his head, “But my master will arrive soon.”

Before his words had fallen, a piercing cry echoed out.

As though a phoenix were soaring in the Nine Heavens, its cry stretching to the four seas, every bird within a hundred miles felt their bloodline suppressed. Those in the sky began to fall uncontrollably, while those on the ground couldn’t help but bow towards the sky.

Boom, Boom, Boom—

Unexpectedly, a tremendous explosion that could be heard all over Yanjiao City occurred, a rolling cloud of smoke with a mushroom cloud rising from the riverbank.

All under the heavens were shaken.

Whoosh—

After quite some time, the surroundings returned to quiet.

But looking at the former scene, there was no trace of the cottages, the river beach, the grassland…

Only a massive desolate crater remained.

In the center of the crater was a small open space where Song Qingyi stood, her eyes wide open and filled with dazed bewilderment.

Chu Liang stood with his hands tied, looking ahead.

In shock.

In front of him through the dust, a figure was standing, surrounded in fire, seemingly human-shaped but with a pair of giant fiery wings on its back. With a whoosh, the flaming wings retracted.

The wind blew, clearing away the dust.

There stood Empress Feng with an indifferent gaze. She was tall and dignified with an unmatched aura, wearing a red and black robe and appearing like both fierce fire and cold iceberg.

In her right hand, she held Lin Bei by the nape of the neck, nowhere near as if she held a chicken. Lin Bei’s face was purplish and his eyes rolled back, apparently overwhelmed by the immense speed at which Empress Feng had flown here.

Empress Feng’s cold gaze swept the area briefly before roughly throwing Lin Bei to the ground, asking, “Which enemy has come?”

“Master…” Chu Liang finally spoke, “The enemy is already dead…”

“Ah, dead huh?” Upon hearing this, Empress Feng finally relaxed her whole person. With a flip of her head, she reverted to her usual laid-back attitude. She took out her wine gourd and took a few hefty swigs, her intimidating aura finally dispersed completely.

The surrounding pressure abruptly dropped.

Chu Liang was finally able to relax.

Beside him, a tense Song Qingyi who had held her breath for quite a while was finally able to let out a sigh of relief.

The terrifying prowess and earth-shattering momentum that engulfed the place just now was simply the result of Empress Feng landing. Such a powerful aura, even though Chu Liang knew that it was his master who had come to his rescue, he still unconsciously held his breath.

A Wen Dao stage master in battle mode was too terrifying.

Just one look from her exerted enough pressure to make one feel suffocated!

Empress Feng strode forward, her fair thighs occasionally peeking out from the split of her robe as she moved. When she reached the side of the black-robed man, she kicked him a couple of times.

“He is indeed dead, and here I thought there would be a battle.” She sounded somewhat disappointed, then turned to Chu Liang and asked, “You two killed a Golden Core Realm demonic cultivator?”

Chu Liang did not plan to reveal the secret of the White Pagoda to anyone until he fully understood it, not even his trustworthy master.

So he replied, “This man died in a strange way… more like he was faking it…”