Rising from Small Cloud Rain Technique

Chapter 771: Chapter 605: True Demon Apuduo

After doing his best to retrieve his teammates’ remains, Ji An summoned a few puppets back and said gravely:

“Something’s not right. The True Demon used a weapon to kill Master Wuxuan, but the weapon was undetected by my puppets.”

The bone blade of the True Demon emits an eerie red glow, and the puppets have searched for so long, there’s no reason they couldn’t find it.

Wan Jinru gently shook her head and responded:

“The True Demon can be considered similar to a Body Cultivator and can control magical treasures; their treasures are called Demon Soldiers.

The weapon you saw is the Demon Soldier refined by the True Demon, and if it has enough spiritual nature, it can fly back to its owner’s side.

This kind of knowledge is explained every month at the battle meetings. I suggest you attend, as it might be useful to you in the future.”

She had never seen him at the battle meetings. Ever since coming to the Black Wind Ridge fortress, the person seemed to be invisible and was rarely encountered.

“So that’s how it is. Thank you for explaining, Fellow Daoist, when are the battle meetings held?”

Ji An smiled a little awkwardly. Since he cultivated in the Little World, he neglected social interaction with the outside world.

It wasn’t really neglect, but a deliberate choice.

If he got too close to others and formed friendships, it would delay his cultivation due to frequent interactions.

The three kept vigilant and whispered to each other while waiting for Yunyan Daoist Master’s return.

Occasionally, some reckless Yin Demons passed by and were casually slain by them.

More than half an hour passed, but there was still no sign of the steward.

Wan Jinrong grew a little impatient and said:

“The steward hasn’t returned for so long; could they have run into trouble? How long should we wait here?”

Considering the time, the steward should have been back by now, unless they ventured deep into the Demon Fog Region.

Wan Jinru glared at her brother angrily and said:

“The steward is very powerful, unless a Nascent Soul Level demon lord appears, there’s no need to worry foolishly.”

Saying such things at this time is very inauspicious.

Wan Jinrong laughed awkwardly and turned his face away, feeling that lately every time he spoke, it foretold something bad.

Another half an hour passed, and Yunyan Daoist Master still hadn’t returned. Wan Jinru was also a bit uneasy but kept a calm face.

She judged that in the current situation, the steward must have caught up with the enemy; otherwise, they should have returned long ago.

Not only caught up but also engaged in a fierce battle.

She was somewhat distressed. If something happened to the steward, the Black Wind Ridge fortress would become unsafe, at least psychologically for everyone.

Wan Jinrong transmitted his voice: ‘Fellow Daoist Ji, what do you think? Could the steward be in danger?’

He couldn’t help but feel anxious; the Demon Fog Region is the True Demon’s territory. He knew the steward was strong enough; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been assigned to station at the place farthest from where the Daoist Monarch resides.

However, by normal logic, regardless of the situation, the steward should have returned by now.

Ji An was about to answer when he suddenly faintly heard a sound.

He concentrated and said:

“I hear the steward’s call.”

With that, he let out a long whistle, the sound waves radiating outward, causing the demon fog to churn.

From a great distance came a clear whistle in response, and the seriousness on Wan Jinrong’s face dissipated significantly.

Ji An stopped his whistling and said:

“Fellow Daoist, it’s your turn.”

Maintaining the whistling is necessary for the steward to find the location. Wan Jinrong did not refuse and raised his head to whistle long.

Yunyan Daoist Master soon flew back, looking somewhat pale, her lips tightly pressed together and expression solemn.

Wan Jinru stepped forward to ask:

“Steward, did you catch up with the True Demon?”

“Yes, I did, but the True Demon was very strong and I couldn’t take it down in person.

After a fierce battle, the True Demon fled. I expended too much magical power, and fearing encountering other Golden Core Level True Demons, I didn’t dare pursue deeply and had to return.”

Yunyan Daoist Master gave Ji An a deep look and asked:

“Is Master Wuxuan’s remains properly collected?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then, let’s return to the fortress.”

Yunyan Daoist Master’s tone carried a sense of unfulfilled ambition and regret. She understood that letting the enemy escape this time meant either not encountering them again or having the Black Wind Ridge fortress targeted by them.

Neither scenario was one she’d wish to see.

….

The True Demon, Apuduo, landed awkwardly in a cave filled with dense demon fog, an ideal place for healing.

It was now completely charred black, with several ghastly wounds.

Two wounds were on its back, with blazing white flames burning, with blood qi fueling the blaze like kindling.

Another wound stretched from its neck to its chest, with silvery lightning flickering and dispersing the blood qi it had fostered.

Moreover, the wounds still seemed to deepen, with each flicker of lightning further killing the vitality in muscles and flesh.

This was the wound left by the Geng Metal Divine Thunder; the smaller wounds had been dealt with, but this large wound was not treated in time before the enemy caught up, forcing it into battle.

Its self-healing ability was insufficient before the powerful thunder technique, and the wound hindering its performance allowed it to be pressured continuously by the Female Cultivator, adding two more flame-scorched wounds.

Apuduo’s face was twisted angrily, with eyes seemingly spitting fire. It produced a fist-sized crimson pill, exuding a bloody scent.

Its eyes narrowed slightly, and an expression of enjoyment emerged on its face, inhaling greedily, then opening its gaping mouth to swallow the pill.

The remaining qi and blood power surged anew, and it directed the blood qi towards its back.

After roughly two double hours, the blazing white flames were extinguished.

Its expression softened significantly as Apuduo manipulated the blood qi towards the lightning-infested wound.