Could it be that I am the cruel villain?-Chapter 821 - 470: The Gathering of the Five Factions

The dragon head faces the sky, the fish tail raised, and snake scales stand erect.

Kui Ying, being a hybrid of dragon, fish, and snake, has his massive body dyed in crimson by his blood. Various ethereal shadows by his side flicker in and out of existence. Having gained spiritual intelligence, it does not recklessly waste its Spiritual Energy; instead, it continuously attempts to restrain it.

Scales keep folding inward, his scarlet eyes full of ferocity, the body contracting under immense pressure, akin to a highly concentrated bomb deliberately suppressed. The rain curtain has not completely dissipated, but the reverse-stream rain has slowed significantly.

Many cultivators from afar, hoping to act as the mantis to the oriole, willingly stepped into the rain curtain. Although the surroundings and the reverse-stream rain were somewhat strange, upon entering the rain curtain, they were extremely cautious and well-prepared, yet none could have anticipated that the illusions they just saw were all real.

The figures fighting on the battlefield silently vanished, as if nothing had happened. To these cultivators, the scenes witnessed from afar were naturally all illusions, akin to the existence of the Illusion Realm, with cultivators from four major powers hiding in corners, watching Kui Ying in the high sky.

"It seems to be failing; the storm is gradually disappearing, and even the illusions are gone. It must have been severely injured in the previous battle."

"Yes, look, the demon beast's mouth still has traces of blood, and the scales beneath are stained red with blood; it seems to be at the end of its strength."

"Catch up quickly, this Spiritual Beast at least has Nascent Soul Stage strength. If we can bring it back to the sect, it would be a major achievement."

"Take out the Demon Trapping Cage, capture it, and imprison it within."

Footsteps draw closer.

Kui Ying's eyes closed tightly, accompanied by the illusion of teetering on the brink due to blood dripping from the overpressure on his body. The scales continuously contracting, making the body appear smaller than before.

The young disciples from various forces muster their courage and slowly approach. One person holds a birdcage with a peculiar design. The cage is ancient blue-black with a distinctive dragon pattern wrapping around from all sides. Curiously, inside the cage is pitch-black, and gazing too long induces dizziness.

This is what they call the "Demon Trapping Cage."

Not only do these young cultivators clad in robes of intersecting red and yellow hold such items, but other forces, including Lei Chuyu, have similar "Demon Trapping Cages," with the natural purpose of capturing demon beasts. Demon beasts are bizarre and varied, with vastly differing sizes.

Transporting demon beasts like cattle, sheep, horses, or lions, tigers, and leopards home is relatively convenient. However, if they are giant eagles or Kun, bringing them home is exceedingly challenging, especially when outside, without time for taming, erasing their inherent beastly nature, nor expecting them to willingly bear you.

Thus, Demon Trapping Cages arose, comparable to Qiankun Bags in effect, although one is only for storing dead items, while the other creates an independent realm, somewhat akin to the Fangcun Mountain Jiang Feng visited, yet differing greatly in capacity and unable to merge with the outside world.

Presently, this Fulong Pavilion disciple, dressed in yellow and red robes, holds a Demon Trapping Cage which spans barely a hundred feet in length and width, not even reaching a mountain peak. But within their sect, it counts as quite a decent Magic Treasure, as does the one in Lei Chuyu's hand.

Carefully probing forward, people from various forces move closer from different directions in tacit agreement, encountering many sudden apparitions along the way, yet all eyes remain focused on Kui Ying floating in mid-air, including the leading young woman.

And...

"Move aside!"

A delicate voice shouted.

A slight exertion of her jade hand forcefully pulled a junior sister away from the blazing Fire Dragon. The Fire Dragon spins in the air, emitting an unusual intense heat, yet the Joyful Sect woman gently flicked her hand.

Two moons glimmer from the sky, dispelling the soaring Fire Dragon completely.

"Oh?"

Her eyes flashed with a color of interest.

"Senior Brother Huang's way of greeting seems a bit too enthusiastic; Lan Xuan'er is really unable to bear it."

She stepped forward proactively, shielding the junior sisters behind, despite a gentle tone, there's no kindness in her eyes. Had it not been for Ying Ling and her intervening together, the person might truly have injured their own junior sister. In contrast, the white-veiled Ying Ling...

"Senior sister, don't be angry."

"Senior Brother Huang Zhanlong of Fulong Pavilion is half-related to our Joyful Sect."

"Once early on, Senior Brother Huang met the eldest sister once, infatuated to the point of distraction, entangled for two years, and even personally brought betrothal gifts seeking marriage, only to be sternly rejected by our master."

"Later, he sought my eldest sister everywhere, and she promised to spend a night with him on the Yangchun River if he could beat her, giggling..."

"They say Senior Brother Huang was knocked unconscious by the sect and placed on a flower boat, unconscious until after midnight when my eldest sister chose to leave. How could this not count as spending a night together?"

Her soft and sweet voice easily arouses protective instincts.

Each Joyful Sect maiden has her unique charm. Ying Ling, despite often appearing discontented, slightly cold, and quick to pick faults with Jiang Feng, is indeed a tiger feigning friendliness, having cultivated Joyful Sect's techniques.

Her strangely sarcastic manner irritates like teeth itching, even Senior Brother Huang's face froze briefly, his smile vanished, yet his mood visibly soured, for it was foolishness from his youth, akin to black history.