I Have an Omen System-Chapter 89 - 87: Four True Demons

"...That was close. I was almost caught."

Hundreds of miles away, Qin Xuan’s face was pale. He glanced back thankfully and let out a long sigh. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The Divine Sense pressure of a Nascent Soul Daoist Monarch was truly terrifying. A single thought from the Daoist Monarch had nearly killed him on the spot!

’Good thing I had the Cyan Cicada Shell.’

And after using the Cyan Cicada Shell, Qin Xuan, fearing it wasn’t enough, had consecutively used Ghost Shadow Seven Kills several times.

He even went so far as to burn his Essence Blood to escape even farther.

Ghost Shadow Seven Kills focused on clones and sneak attacks; it was lacking when it came to long-distance escapes.

’I need to find a chance to learn another Hidden Escape Technique to use with the Cyan Cicada Shell.’

It wasn’t until he was completely out of Yong’an County’s borders that Qin Xuan finally relaxed.

He wiped the fine sweat from his brow. Due to the massive consumption of his Essence Blood and the depletion of his Demonic Essence, he was forced out of his Ghost Shadow Seven Kills state.

His aura was faint and unstable, as if he had just recovered from a major illness.

But he had no regrets.

It was never wrong to be cautious when deep in the territory of the Righteous Dao.

If he had to do it all over again, he would still choose to burn his blood and escape.

A Nascent Soul Daoist Monarch could be wrong countless times.

But if he made one wrong choice, he’d be dead for good!

He flipped his hand, and a piece of Spirit-Collecting Gold filled with crimson blood appeared.

GULP GULP GULP. Qin Xuan devoured the blood of nearly several hundred mortals, and a flush of color returned to his pale face.

His Demonic Essence was replenished, and his unstable aura gradually solidified.

Once his condition had improved significantly...

Qin Xuan once again activated Ghost Shadow Seven Kills and sped toward Dingyang County.

「Half a month later.」

Standing before the familiar bamboo forest, the tension in Qin Xuan’s heart finally eased.

He took out the blood-red Demon Jade from his robes.

In that instant...

Countless complex Array Patterns lit up one after another.

BUZZ!

The Demon Jade trembled lightly, and ripples spread through the air.

The blood-red Array flared with brilliant light, and Qin Xuan’s figure vanished from the bamboo forest in an instant.

...

Meanwhile, in the territory of the Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion in Cloud Dream Country...

Xiao Ran was in a miserable state.

He could be seen holding his Lifebound Longsword, hiding alone in a secluded mountain valley.

Outside, an encirclement that was a sea of people had formed. Qi Cultivation Cultivators were packed densely all over the entire mountain.

In the sky hovered five Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and one of them was even at the Mid-stage of Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment!

Xiao Ran was as helpless as a child.

"Master, are you still there?!"

The ancient black ring pendant he carried was like a dead object, showing no reaction at all.

Xiao Ran’s face turned deathly pale.

Ever since he had chased a Foundation Establishment Demon Beast and accidentally stepped into an Array trap set by the Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion, his master hadn’t responded in the slightest.

It was as if the connection between them had been severed by some kind of Array.

This was exactly like what had happened last time in the Soul-Devouring Demon Abyss when he was taken away by Ji Boyan.

"Sinful Demon of the Blood Demon Sword Sect, stop your pointless struggles."

The indifferent voice of the Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion’s Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment Pavilion Master echoed from outside.

"To tell you the truth, I’ve been tracking you ever since you entered Cloud Dream Country. That Purple Crystal Beast King just now was merely a lure."

The Blood Jade in his robes grew scalding hot. Xiao Ran’s face was ashen.

...

「Vast Qi Tower, White Jade Hall.」

The music of silk and bamboo filled the air, and the dancers’ movements were graceful and stunning.

Several Altar Masters, each with a Deep Gold Lifebound Longsword at their waist, held wine cups and conversed cheerfully, creating a lively atmosphere.

It seemed a small gathering was underway.

"Master Xiao, it’s been a while. You’re as graceful as ever."

"I imagine you must have made a fortune from the ’Incense Master betting’ this time, didn’t you?"

A short, stout old man with a kind face, white hair, and a youthful complexion said with a chuckle.

The old man was named Jiaang Xiaofeng. He looked completely harmless, wearing straw sandals and a simple gray hemp robe, just like a common old farmer.

He was none other than the Altar Master of the Plague Poison Altar.

If Qin Xuan were here, he would never in a million years connect the old farmer before him with the notoriously infamous Altar Master of the Plague Poison Altar who had obliterated Grandma Rot Heart with a flick of his finger.

Master Xiao pressed her lips together and gave an elegant smile.

"Master Jiaang, you jest. I was merely lucky enough to bet on Nephew Wei."

"On the other hand, Master Jiaang, that Incense Master named Qin under your Plague Bone Altar’s command—now *he’s* the real dark horse!"

The woman addressed as Master Xiao was around thirty years old, with a beautiful and dignified appearance.

She wore a simple yet elegant aqua-blue palace robe. Her figure was full and well-proportioned. While not a peerless beauty, she possessed a lasting charm.

Her aura was gentle, her features pretty and refined, and her eyes were bright and clear. She even had a scholarly air about her, like a young madam who had long been secluded in her boudoir.

"You two who each made two hundred thousand Merit Points can stop flattering each other."

"Take a look at Old Ruan. He probably lost at least five hundred thousand. Not even the last ten years of the Ten Thousand Corpses Hall’s Merit Points would be enough to cover it. He probably wants to die right now, hahaha!"

Another middle-aged man boomed with laughter. He was nine feet tall, with a physique as burly as a mountain, knotted muscles, and bronze-colored skin, dressed like a countryside blacksmith.

Inner Sect Merit Points were different from Outer Sect Contribution Points.

Contribution Points had no real value. The amount issued was entirely up to the Blood Loan Money Shop; they were just a string of numbers that could be printed out of thin air.

Merit Points, however, were pegged to Spirit Stones. They were real money, and there was no faking it.

"Wei Qingshan, if you don’t know how to hold a conversation, you don’t have to."

Ruan Fusheng coughed several times and said with difficulty, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

This was a tall, thin man with a deathly pale face, looking like a frail scholar who had just recovered from a serious illness.

He hadn’t said much throughout the entire gathering, only speaking now because he was thoroughly angered by Wei Qingshan.

Wei Qingshan said, "Old Ruan, that’s where you’re wrong. I tried to persuade you time and again to bet on my younger brother, Qingyi, but you just wouldn’t listen. You kept thinking I was trying to trick you."

"You insisted on betting on that Xiao Ran, and you even thought that just because his surname is Xiao, he must be related to Master Xiao. You’re so damn adorably smart, hahaha!"

Wei Qingshan laughed so hard he was bent over, almost crying with laughter.

An old farmer, a secluded young madam, a blacksmith, a frail scholar...

This whole group of people seemed completely harmless, at odds with the Deep Gold longswords slung at their waists. They showed no fluctuations of Cultivation, as if they were mortals.

And yet, the Foundation Establishment Incense Masters serving them were bowing and scraping before these ’mortals’, not daring to breathe too loudly.

There was no other reason. Every single one of these people was a renowned Purple Mansion True Demon of the Holy Sect!

"You... HACK—COUGH COUGH!"

Ruan Fusheng couldn’t win the argument against Wei Qingshan. He was so enraged his qi and blood surged, and he couldn’t catch his breath. He quickly took out a white handkerchief from his robes to cover his mouth.

His condition had just improved, but now he was wheezing and coughing again.

He looked down and saw a glaring smear of blood on the white handkerchief.

Xiao Yan’Er spoke in a gentle voice, "Master Wei, please don’t tease Senior Brother Ruan anymore. He suffered serious injuries on his recent expedition with the Pure Yang Soul Capturing Demon Monarch to the outer realms to battle the Cyan Cloud Sect and subjugate the Bone-Eroding Demon Sea."

"It’s only natural that his judgment was impaired because of it."

Ruan Fusheng shot a shocked glance at Xiao Yan’Er, seemingly wondering how she knew.

"Oh? Something like that happened?"

Wei Qingshan, however, narrowed his eyes, a glint flashing within them as he seized on a detail. Despite his rugged appearance, he actually had a mind more meticulous than a woman’s.

"Master Xiao, are you saying that this time, the Foundation Establishment and Chaos Suppression Conference against the Cyan Cloud Sect will be held in the outer realms?!"

"I am but a simple woman. Master Wei shouldn’t overthink it."

Xiao Yan’Er’s eyes twinkled. A faint, inscrutable smile played on her lips as she fell silent.

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