Daqian Martial Saint

Under Gu Qingchan’s world-shocking Profound Moon Soul Slash, it was as if the old man’s very soul had been torn away. The True Body of Ten Thousand Demons, which he had forcibly manifested by drawing on the Blood Evil Qi of the Ten Thousand Demon Blood Pool, became difficult to maintain. His Eighteen-foot Demon Body cracked, inch by inch, as large clouds of blood mist dispersed into the air, dyeing the surroundings red.

“I will turn you into a Blood Slave!”

Staggering, his face twisted with madness, the old man roared in fury.

‘He never imagined that at the last second, Gu Qingchan would actually unleash a Divine Intent Attack—a Spiritual Secret Technique—and grievously wound him. Once the True Body of Ten Thousand Demons faded completely, his current condition would make it impossible to withstand the disastrous consequences of forcibly activating it. The intense backlash would leave him little better than dead.’

‘Forget killing the Grandmasters in the Blood Flame Cave; it was questionable if he could even escape with his life.’

‘The only thing to do now was to recover as much as possible before the True Body of Ten Thousand Demons faded. Only then could he hope to mitigate the intense backlash to come.’

‘Fortunately, Gu Qingchan still possessed a pure body, her Original Yin unlost. If he used the art of Stealing Yin and Nourishing, he could surely absorb the Pure Yin Qi from her body. With its help, he should be able to offset some of his deficit and recover a portion of his strength.’

‘Gu Qingchan cultivates a top-level Supreme Divine Skill, the Profound Lady Heart Method, and her Profound Lady Realm is still intact. Even by the most discerning standards, she is the most exquisite, highest-quality Furnace Cauldron. With her to nourish him, he should be able to survive this calamity. He could even use this chance to refine her into a Blood Slave. In the future, he could periodically draw from her, using her Profound Yin Female Body to his benefit. Even his old injuries could gradually heal.’

‘What a strange twist of fate. This whole disaster might just be a blessing in disguise!’

The light surrounding Gu Qingchan dimmed. She lay weakly on the ground, a truly wretched sight. Her face was pale, her hair in disarray, her jeweled hairpins hung askew, and her once-magnificent dress was tattered and stained with dirt. The Brow Heart Spiritual Light flickered as she attempted to gather the remnants of her True Essence, but to no avail.

The gray-robed old man had risked the backlash to forcibly activate the Ten Thousand Demons Body Forging Technique and manifest the True Body of Ten Thousand Demons. His combat prowess had surpassed that of a Top Grandmaster, with one foot already stepping into the realm of a Grandmaster. Even with all her techniques, the best she could hope for was mutual destruction.

And in a battle of mutual destruction, she had ultimately been the one more grievously wounded.

RUSH~

The blood mist around the gray-robed old man billowed out, instantly enveloping Gu Qingchan.

Use the Ten Thousand Demon Blood Fiend as a catalyst, let the will of Ten Thousand Demons corrupt the Spiritual Clarity Divine Intent, and refine the Ten Thousand Demon Blood Slave!

Though called a Blood Slave, it was in truth a slave to desire! The technique shattered all mental resistance, infinitely amplifying one’s own lust, trapping its victim in a state of insatiable craving!

The bizarre, blood-soaked mist not only stained Gu Qingchan’s vision red, but also seeped into her body, awakening the most hidden, primitive desires from the depths of her heart. Within the mist, these desires were amplified infinitely, crashing against her sanity like a torrential flood. Each wave left her defenses more fragile. Her gaze began to cloud over, losing its usual clarity and resolve.

As the blood mist churned, Gu Qingchan’s body trembled helplessly, as if she had lost her very self. She was no longer a calm, self-possessed, noble, and elegant woman, but a slave driven and controlled by desire. At this moment, all her boundaries and principles seemed to become fragile, ready to crumble at the slightest touch.

“KEKEKEKE…” the gray-robed old man cackled wildly.

‘In the end, he was the one who had come out on top in this battle.’

Seeing his True Body of Ten Thousand Demons on the verge of collapse, the gray-robed old man could no longer restrain himself. His figure flickered as he shot toward Gu Qingchan within the blood mist.

‘Stealing Yin and Nourishing to benefit himself. He wondered just how much of a boon this Profound Yin Female Body, one who cultivated the Profound Lady Heart Method, would truly be.’

Greed flashed in the gray-robed old man’s eyes as his figure flickered, and he stepped into the blood mist. His face was a mask of fervent desire as he looked at the silhouette not far away.

“Damn it!”

The moment the gray-robed old man drew near Gu Qingchan, his expression changed in an instant.

“Profound Moon…” Gu Qingchan’s voice rang out from within the blood mist. “Soul Slash!”

The dazed look in her eyes vanished completely, replaced by a brilliant, spectral light. It was as if two dazzling stars had ignited within the blood mist. An extremely intense spiritual fluctuation, accompanied by a faint blue spectral glow like the light of dawn, shot from her eyes in an instant, aimed directly at the gray-robed old man.

The gray-robed old man clearly hadn’t anticipated that Gu Qingchan could launch such a powerful counterattack from the jaws of defeat. He reacted, his body moving to dodge with incredible speed, but the distance between them was too short. In the end, he was a step too slow.

The spectral light, carrying the full intent of the Soul Slash, flickered and sank entirely into the space between the gray-robed old man’s eyebrows.

“AHH!” With a bloodcurdling roar, the gray-robed old man’s face twisted into an unrecognizable mask of agony. He clutched his head tightly, his pain plain for all to see. His eyes bulged as if they would burst from their sockets, his pupils filled with the deepest terror and despair.

Already pushed to its absolute limit, the Eighteen-foot Demon Body could no longer be maintained for even another moment. The Demon Body began to rapidly disintegrate, turning into wisps of blood mist before dissipating completely.

Within the blood mist, the spectral light in Gu Qingchan’s eyes gradually dimmed. Her last shred of clarity was completely eroded by the mist. Her expression went slack, and she sank into a deep state of chaos.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

With a series of thuds, as if unable to bear the soul-deep agony, the gray-robed old man’s Eighteen-foot Demon Body completely crumbled, reverting him to his original, withered form.

“Wind and Cloud Illusion!”