Chapter 43 - The Previous Generation's
Twelve Demonic Gods
The former members of the Demon Sect were now mostly following Ling Xue's orders,
heading towards the Cangyun Heavenly Mountain, which was to become the new Demon
Sect headquarters. Some were still in the process of relocating.
However, Ling Xue had returned here once again.
"Young master, why have we come back here?"
Xiaoxiao followed beside Ling Xue, still habitually addressing him as Young Master. She
had also developed the habit of sticking close to him. When they went to the Cangyun
Heavenly Mountain, she didn't accompany him due to the possibility of battles, but she had
been sticking to him ever since he came back.
"I'm looking for someone," Ling Xue said, gazing at the nearly empty old headquarters of the
Demon Sect.
"Looking for someone?"
Xiaoxiao scratched her head.
She couldn't figure it out, if it was someone from the Demon Sect, wouldn't they come out as
soon as he gave an order? If they are not from the Demon Sect, then why would they be at the
old headquarter of the Demon Sect?
Ling Xue just smiled lightly and didn't explain too much.
In his generation, the Twelve Demonic Gods were represented by figures like Xiaoxiang Yu.
His father had assembled them to assist him. In his father's generation, there were also
Twelve Demonic Gods— the Previous Generation's Twelve Demonic Gods.
However, most of them had died in the great battle alongside his father, leaving only a few
behind. Nevertheless, those who survived were undoubtedly at the Extreme Martial Realm.
The original work mentioned that four members of the Previous Generation's Twelve
Demonic Gods had survived. Among them, one was currently within the old headquarters of
the Demon Sect.
Accompanied by Xiaoxiao, Ling Xue arrived at a lake within the vast interior of the Demon
Sect. This lake spanned thousands of feet, with clear and bottomless water.
"Wait for me outside," Ling Xue said to Xiaoxiao before he leaped into the lake's depths with
a splash.
Standing at the edge of the lake, Xiaoxiao pouted. Whenever the Young Master said
something like this, trouble was sure to follow!
Was there a beautiful woman hiding down there? And now the Young Master was going to
have some kind of romantic encounter…
Ever since the incidents with Yun Luo Xi and Yuyao Yao, Xiaoxiao's thoughts automatically
veered in that direction. However, this time, she was mistaken. There was no beautiful
woman down there. Instead, there was an old man with fiery-red facial hair.
His thick and lush beard resembled a ball of flame, burning atop his head. Beneath the pitch-
black and unfathomable lake, there was an area with magma, emitting a fiery red glow.
The old man was seated cross-legged within this magma, his eyes closed. After Ling Xue
arrived, he suspended himself in front of the old man.
This fiery-red-bearded old man was one of the Previous Generation's Twelve Demonic Gods
— Yan Kui!
"Elder Yan!" Ling Xue called out as he arrived.
Regarding Yan Kui, he had indeed met him before. However... it had been many years since
their last encounter.
Sensing Ling Xue's arrival, Yan Kui slowly opened his aged eyes, which had been closed for
who knows how long. As soon as he opened his eyes, they fell upon Ling Xue. Suddenly, a
hint of surprise emerged from his aged gaze.
"Hmm?"
His surprise was directed at Ling Xue's current cultivation level. It was actually... at the peak
of the Divine Origin Realm?
In Yan Kui's memory, Ling Xue was a congenital waste without the slightest hint of
cultivation. How could he possess such terrifying power now? Even if he wasn't a congenital
waste, how could he have attained such strength at such a young age?
Could this young master... be hiding his true power so deeply?
"Hehe, it seems... everyone has underestimated you! No one could have known that the
young master possesses such unfathomable depth!"
Yan Kui's aged voice rang out, laced with a sense of gratification. For them, this was the best
outcome. If Ling Xue wasn't a congenital waste, then there was hope for the future of the
Demon Sect.
"Old Yan, you were one of the Previous Generation's Twelve Demonic Gods, fighting side by
side with my father, and thus you are an elder," Ling Xue continued, "Now that my Demon
Sect is about to rise again, I believe Old Yan should be able to leave this place."
"So, you came here to ask this old man to leave? A junior like you wants an elder to serve
you?" Yan Kui chuckled.
"I am not here to ask Old Yan to leave. Whether Old Yan leaves or not is entirely up to Old
Yan," Ling Xue replied calmly.
He knew that these veterans had experienced too many trials and tribulations to survive. Even
if Yan Kui decided not to involve himself in any more conflicts, Ling Xue would never force
these former Demon Sect heroes.
"Oh? Then why did the young master come here?" Yan Kui asked curiously.
"I want to spar with Old Yan and see what you've got," Ling Xue said, a slight curve forming
on his lips.
Upon hearing this, Yan Kui burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Good! A good opportunity to spar
indeed!"
If Ling Xue required Yan Kui to leave seclusion, then he would have no choice because he is
the Young master of the Demon Sect. But he had presented the challenge as an opportunity to
spar.
Whether Yan Kui chose to come out or not was entirely up to him. This showed respect to the
elder.
This Young Master of the Demon Sect could be domineering at times, but he was reasonable
when needed.
"In that case, let this old man see how deep you've hidden your true strength, Young Master!"
Yan Kui laughed heartily.
Then, a thunderous boom resounded! Crimson light erupted from Yan Kui's aged eyes, and
the scarlet flames surrounding him surged wildly. The vast spiritual energy of the Extreme
Martial Realm instantly engulfed the entire lake.
Inside Ling Xue's body, the Heaven and Earth Sword Technique also slowly activated,
reaching the peak of the Divine Origin Realm, ready to fight against the Extreme Martial
Realm.