I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 78 - Meeting the Taoist Prime Minister The

At the same time, he began to detect his surroundings with the help of the Flowing Light Bell.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Two figures slowly approached each other under the moonlight.

Tap!

The woman in purple stopped first, sizing up the figure in front of her.

“Do you know me?”

“Demon Spirit Sect’s Saintess Wei Qin, I have seen you in those memories, battling that person.”

“Is that so?”

The long sword at her waist trembled slightly, and Wei Qin advanced again.

Liang Hui’s eyes narrowed slightly, watching the woman who was steadily approaching in silence.

Here and now, he had no desire to fight with the woman before him. His inner strength was greatly depleted, and he was not at his peak.

But killing her would not be difficult!

The bronze bell in his mind swung continuously, seeming ready to subdue the woman before him the next moment.

“A similar scene, huh. In those memories, we also encountered each other by the road and started a fight.”

“At that time, you had not just experienced a battle like you have now.”

Waves rippled in the calm gaze of the woman in purple, and her sword told her she must kill the man before her.

Without reason, there was only intense killing intent.

Finally, she understood why in those memories, she had drawn her sword without hesitation, engaging in a desperate fight, only to be killed in the end.”

“Why insist on seeking death? Wouldn’t it be better to act as if we never saw each other and leave?”

With a soft murmur, the bronze bell radiating eternal radiance floated in his palm.

He might be wary of a Demon Gate Sect Master skilled in numerous deadly methods, but not a Saintess at the Organ Refining Level.”

Subduing her would still be easy.

He slid his hand up, caressing the body of the bell.

Liang Hui gazed at the purple-dressed woman, who stood still with a calm expression, his eyes flashing with contemplation.

“You don’t seem to mind dying.”

“Even though you practice the Heartless Path, you shouldn’t be so foolish as to come looking for me alone.”

“Finding me, regardless of strength, you are bound to die!”

Liang Hui muttered to himself, analyzing the woman’s purpose in his heart.

“Can you spare my master? In return, I will assist you with all my might.”

Wei Qin suddenly spoke up, her words earnest.

Liang Hui slowly shook his head.

“The Demon Spirit Sect Master, I must kill!”

“And as for the path of seeking Dao, I alone am enough.”

Sigh~

Wei Qin exhaled a mouthful of murky air, her eyes filled with a touch of regret. The person who was a mother, a father, and a teacher to her couldn’t be saved by just a few words after all.

Then her gaze turned completely into an abyss-like stillness.

She rushed forward, the black long sword unsheathed.

The world plunged into complete darkness.

Despair, silence, and a black sun falling from the sky.

Thud!

The sound of the ancient and solemn bell echoed.

The shattered dark sun was gone, and the moonlight spilled once again across the world.

The purple-robed woman, leaning on her heavily cracked long sword, watched the figure enveloped in Eternal Radiance.

Cracks began to surface across Wei Qin’s body, followed by a thunderous shattering.

The woman and her long sword turned to dust.

Suddenly, a pitch-black pillar of light burst from where the woman had perished, piercing the sky.

Heading toward the distant horizon.

“Is this the contingency you spoke of? Using soul and blood as a lure, broadcasting my location within thousands of miles.”

Liang Hui extended his hand holding the bell, attempting to disperse the dark pillar of light.

Before the bell could ring out, the black pillar of light shockingly shattered on its own.

At the same time, the traces left by the Flowing Light Bell between heaven and earth were swiftly erased.

The youth frowned slightly, retracting his extended hand as the bell retreated into his mind.

Looking up at the sky, he then dashed rapidly toward the north.

…

At the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, the Star Gazing Pavilion.

The elderly man sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the large shattered turtle shell in front of him.

Instead of feeling the pain of drained resources, his wrinkled face was layered with smiles, radiating brilliantly.

The favor owed by that person would surely be repaid in unimaginable riches.

…

Four days later, at noon.

Thousands of miles from where the fight had occurred the day before.

In an ancient and dense jungle, within a cave.

Liang Hui sat cross-legged on the ground, his palm raised, gaze falling downwards.

The bandages that were wrapped around his palm had vanished, leaving only a faint scar in the center of his palm.

His injuries were completely healed by now, but Liang Hui did not immediately head toward Yanzhou.

He planned to take advantage of the current safety to cultivate in this place for a while, transforming the resources at hand into strength.

Afterward, he would go to Yanzhou in his peak condition.

The incident four days earlier made him aware that a diviner’s legacy with a long history might have discerned his approximate location.

This notion deeply unsettled him, knowing that even the concealing power of the Flowing Light Bell could be penetrated.

How was this possible?

For now, it seemed that the diviner force did not harbor ill will, but rather goodwill.

Yet, how could he possibly remain unaffected by the goodwill of such unknown and unfamiliar characters?

Only strength was the answer. Only when his strength was sufficient would he truly be safe.

Clearing the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Liang Hui closed his eyes and began channeling his Inner Strength and Qi-Blood, commencing his Marrow Refining Level cultivation.

Inner Strength and Qi-Blood incessantly seeped into his bone, as white as jade, warming and nurturing the marrow within.

As time trickled by, it wasn’t until most of his Inner Strength was exhausted that Liang Hui stopped his Marrow Refining Level cultivation.

Afterwards, the youth didn’t start practicing his martial arts but instead stretched out his palm, gathering Inner Strength at the center.

The teal Inner Strength continuously morphed.

Minutes later, a creature that looked quite bizarre began to take shape.

As the odd creature gradually formed, an inexplicable pressure rose and gathered.

It had the eyes of a lion, the back of a tiger, the waist of a bear, scales of a snake, hooves of a horse, and the tail of a bull. However, its head kept changing indeterminately, failing to fully materialize.

Merely such, the aura of the strange creature grew increasingly profound.

Liang Hui’s brows furrowed as he watched the creature in his palm that fused several martial arts techniques.

“Is the Qilin still lacking something after all? But where shall I find a dragon head to complete it?”

However, seeing the creature in his hand about to dissipate, the youth had a thought.

The ever-changing head morphed into the head of a lion, with the horns of a bull.

As soon as the creature resembling a Qilin appeared, it roared towards the heavens, and an immense pressure followed, as if it had a will of its own.

But all that pressure was directly suppressed by the will of Liang Hui, honed through hundreds, thousands of battles.

The ‘Qilin’ leaped in the youth’s palm like a docile lamb.

At that moment, streaks of lightning, guided by Liang Hui’s will, twined around the ‘Qilin.’

A ‘Qilin’ bearing the power of thunder materialized in front of the young man.