Chapter 205: The Old Devil of Youquan, Fusion Begins
Looking at the scroll in Ni Kun's hand, and the lifelike girl in yellow clothes holding a flower and smiling sweetly under the blooming peach tree in the painting, as if she might walk out of the painting at any time, Huang Rong couldn't help but feel dazed for a while.
She couldn't help but raise her hand and gently stroke the scroll with her slender fingers.
She couldn't be wrong.
That was indeed a detailed painting drawn by my father Huang Yaoshi himself.
The girl in the painting is when she was fourteen or fifteen years old, and still looks a bit childish.
Every detail was flawless. Huang Rong even felt a certain emotion in the painting, as if the painter had dipped his brush tip not in ink of various colors when painting this picture, but in sincere, rich, and ink-like thoughts.
If she had not been so concerned about her loved ones, she would never have been able to paint such a portrait that resonated with her spirit.
“Daddy…”
Huang Rong's slender fingers gently traced the contours of the girl's face in the painting, and her bright eyes were filled with tears.
The inscription on the scroll and the line of handwriting that contained her birth date were also written by Huang Yaoshi.
Huang Rong even smelled a hint of fresh ink.
With her attainments in calligraphy and painting and her spiritual perception, she could tell that this portrait had existed for a long time.
But the handwriting that wrote her birthday was definitely written recently, with clear layers and the ink still fresh.
In this world, apart from her mother who passed away young and her father who raised her, no one else knew her birth date.
So, this is really a portrait drawn by my father, and it is also really the handwriting of my father.
But how is this possible?
Her father had been killed by Murong Fu more than three years ago. How could he have painted this portrait, and how could he have written down her date of birth so recently?
Even though it all seems unbelievable.
But Huang Rong was like a drowning person who grabbed a life-saving straw. She looked at Ni Kun with tears in her eyes and asked in a trembling voice full of hope:
"Where is my father?"
Ni Kun met her gaze and said frankly:
"Senior Huang is naturally no longer in this world."
Huang Rong's heart sank, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she was about to burst into tears.
As one of the Five Great Masters, Huang Yaoshi can cry or laugh as he pleases in front of others.
As the daughter of Huang Yaoshi, Huang Rong is naturally straightforward. She laughs when she is happy and cries when she is sad, and she never holds back.
But Ni Kun continued:
"After Senior Huang was murdered by Murong Fu and his gang, his body died but his soul did not die. He has been reincarnated in another world and has become the new Huang Yaoshi."
Huang Rong's crying stopped abruptly. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes were blurred with tears, and she looked at Ni Kun blankly.
This confused and cute look made Ni Kun couldn't help but take out a new handkerchief, wipe her tears, and said with a smile:
"Do you remember why you had a falling out with your father and left in anger?"
Of course Huang Rong remembered.
That departure directly led to the tragedy of her and her father being separated forever. How could she not remember it?
"My father...got a few strange 'holy books' and became obsessed with them. He even forgot my fifteenth birthday...I felt that he didn't love me anymore, so I ran away from home in anger...and I killed him..."
At this point, Huang Rong couldn't hold back her tears again, but this time, amidst her sorrow, there was also hope. While shedding tears, she tried to open her eyes wide and looked at Ni Kun expectantly.
Ni Kun was neither anxious nor impatient, and asked in a calm tone:
"Did he discuss the contents of those heavenly books with you?"
Huang Rong sniffed, grabbed the handkerchief from Ni Kun's hand, wiped her tears, and said with a sob:
"Occasionally I heard my father mention something like quantum mechanics, parallel time and space... But I didn't understand what he was talking about at all. I never responded to him. I was just annoyed that he was obsessed with research and ignored me..."
Ni Kun smiled and said:
"Your father's research has yielded some results. I can't explain the details at the moment. Wait until you meet your father and he will explain it to you in detail.
“In short, you only need to know that your father’s soul is immortal and has been reincarnated into another world. That’s enough.
“And even after reincarnating into another world, he never forgot you and has always tried to return to this world and take you home.
"It just so happened that I went to Peach Blossom Island to visit your father. I also happened to have the ability to travel through time and space, so your father asked me to take you home.
"This portrait is the medium he gave me to find you, and the proof of my recognition of you."
Even though it still seemed like a fairy tale, my heart was full of doubts.
But to Huang Rong, nothing matters.
The painting was indeed my father’s, and the words were indeed written by my father recently.
With Ni Kun's ability, even Murong Fu could be killed with a snap of his fingers. If he really wanted to harm him, he could just use force.
Why would you need to go to so much trouble, make so many preparations, and make up a story that sounds like a fairy tale to deceive yourself?
Smart people are all a little suspicious, and Huang Rong is no exception.
But at this moment, she was willing to trust Ni Kun.
One is out of guilt and longing for his father, and the other is out of recognition of Ni Kun's strength.
Such a strong man, when it comes to wanting something, just goes straight for it, without any tricks or roundabout ways.
"I'll go home with you!"
Huang Rong looked up at Ni Kun and said firmly with red eyes.
Then he added:
"But we have to kill that big devil first."
Although I was eager to go home, I couldn't wait to see my father.
But Huang Rong still felt deeply uneasy and full of guilt.
Even though my father has been "reincarnated" in another world, he died once because of his own temper.
Even though her father would not blame her, she could not easily forgive herself.
It was not enough that Murong Fu died; it was also not enough that several enemies who had joined Murong Fu in besieging his father had been killed.
The culprit who caused all this must be killed, only then could she make up for the mistakes she had made.
"Okay, I'll go with you to kill that big devil. By the way, who is that big devil?"
"His original name was Master Lingzhi..."
"who?"
Before Huang Rong could finish her words, Ni Kun interrupted her in surprise.
Master Lingzhi?
In the original world line, the Tibetan master hired by Wanyan Honglie had a mysteriously good self-image. He provoked Ouyang Feng, but was easily defeated by Ouyang Feng. He provoked Huang Yaoshi, but was easily defeated again. But even so, he could still hypnotize himself by saying that they all only knew sorcery and their martial arts were not that good. He still stubbornly believed that he was the real master, and was given the title: Zero IQ.
Such a strange flower actually became the "big devil" who taught disciples such as Murong Fu, Wanyan Kang, and Huang Rong?
Even if Master Lingzhi had acquired the Blood Evil Magic Art very early, with his intelligence, if he accepted such smart people as Murong Fu, Wanyan Kang, and Huang Rong as his disciples, wouldn't he have been killed by his disciples early on and his cultivation would have been taken away?
Ni Kun was quite unbelievable and only suspected that Master Lingzhi might have been possessed by someone else.
Just as I was thinking this, I heard Huang Rong continue:
"He was originally called Master Lingzhi, and was a master from the Tibetan border. But later on, somehow, he had a fortuitous encounter and mastered the Blood Evil Magic Skill. He also changed his title and called himself 'Old Ancestor Youquan'. Our Blood Evil Magic Skill was taught by him."
Ancestor Youquan?
It seems like he has really been possessed!
The old man Youquan is the big boss in the movie version of "Shushan".
Its original form was countless skeletons, but later in the blood orifices underground, it refined its own form into a river of blood that covered the sky.
Of course, compared with the blood river of the Blood Demon Saint, the blood river of the Youquan Patriarch is like a stream compared to the ocean. It is normal for him to be subdued by the Blood Demon Saint.
However, there are some points that are hard to explain.
With Patriarch Youquan's cultivation level, the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes would have been turned into a sea of blood by him long ago. He had successfully sacrificed himself, broken the world barrier, and summoned the Blood Evil Saint to destroy the world.
Why does this world still exist intact today?
Thinking of the great demon and great devil souls that possessed Li Jiancheng and Li Yuanji, they were just fragments of souls "left over" by An Wuji, and their strength was far from the peak. Ni Kun couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the ancestor of Youquan was also swallowed by the Holy Son of Blood Evil?
Only a drop of blood, a fragment of the soul or something is left, and he was thrown into this world as a chess piece. Now he is in the stage of recovering his cultivation and accumulating strength?
Accepting disciples and teaching them skills is just to raise resources to restore your own cultivation?
Because it takes time to recover, that's why large-scale slaughter and sacrifice have not started until now?
After all, if a sacrifice is made, the essence, blood and soul of the sacrifice must be sacrificed and cannot be consumed by oneself. Otherwise, it will only improve one's own cultivation and fail to achieve the purpose of the sacrifice.
So Youquan has to wait until his cultivation recovers to a certain level before starting the sacrifice?
Ni Kun didn't know whether his guess was true.
But whatever the truth was, it didn't matter now.
Since Ni Kun has agreed to help Huang Rong kill this demon, the life of the old demon Youquan has entered the countdown stage.
"Where is the old demon Youquan now?"
"He is in Dongting Lake , on Junshan Mountain."
"Very good, it's not too far from here, let's go straight to Junshan, eliminate the old demon, and then go home."
"Okay!" Huang Rong stared at Ni Kun and smiled brightly, her bright eyes full of expectations.
…
The 800-li Dongting Lake is vast and misty, with extraordinary scenery.
Junshan is a small island in the lake, surrounded by water on all sides, with 72 peaks, each of which is elegant and graceful.
Originally, this place was a summer resort for sightseeing, and dignitaries, literati and poets often came here to play. There were also mansions and estates built by wealthy families on the island.
But eight years ago, a "plague" broke out on the island.
All the people on the island, regardless of gender, status, were turned into horrific mummies overnight.
After this incident, the government did send the navy to the island to investigate.
However, the hundreds of soldiers who landed on the island and several famous doctors who were good at treating epidemics who followed the army were all turned into mummies overnight.
Not only did all the people who landed on the island die, but even the sailors and boatmen who stayed on the ship were almost all killed. Only a few survived and returned to report the news. However, within a few days, those few survivors also turned into mummies and died one after another.
Since then, Junshan has become a forbidden area in Dongting Lake.
Not only did no one dare to visit the island anymore, even the fishermen from Dongting Lake and even pirates dared not approach the island again.
At this moment, a small boat was sailing towards the forbidden area of Junshan Mountain, which everyone was afraid of.
Ni Kun stood at the bow with his hands behind his back. Huang Rong, dressed in a plain white dress, stood beside Ni Kun. While she was using her inner strength to push the boat forward like an arrow, she said to him:
"The so-called 'plague' in Junshan eight years ago was caused by the old demon Youquan. Since then, he has been occupying Junshan alone, occasionally going out, bringing back a group of disciples and teaching them magic skills.
"Over the past eight years, he has accepted at least a thousand disciples, but only a few are still alive today. Most of them were swallowed up by him on the grounds that they were slow to progress and unteachable.
"Those who have made some progress in their cultivation, such as Murong Fu, have not been devoured by him, but they often kill each other and devour and plunder each other. As of now, there are only about ten disciples on the island."
Ni Kun asked:
"How are so many disciples ranked?"
Huang Rong explained:
"When each batch of disciples first arrived at Junshan, they were only outer disciples for the first year.
"After one year, those who have been assessed and whose progress is recognized by the Dark Spring Demon can be promoted to inner disciples. If they fail the assessment and cannot be promoted to inner disciples, they will be devoured by the Dark Spring Demon.
"After one year of training, inner disciples will be assessed again. If their progress meets the requirements, they can become 'preparatory for true transmission' and are eligible for ranking. Those who fail the assessment will naturally be swallowed by the old demon Youquan.
"I am Feng Rong, and I have been a disciple of Youquan Old Monster for three years. I have successfully passed two assessments and was promoted to the preparatory stage of true transmission. That is why Murong Fu calls me Junior Sister."
Ni Kun said:
"Preparation for the true teaching? Under Youquan, there will only be one true disciple. If we fail to compete for the only true teaching, won't we all be devoured by the old monster Youquan?"
Huang Rong said:
“Old Demon Youquan did say that the true disciples are rare seeds of cultivation after all. Even if they fail to win the position of the only true disciple, they will not be swallowed up. They can become elders or deacons of the sect in the future.
"But no one knows whether what the old demon Youquan said is true or not, so every disciple is trying hard to compete for the only position to pass on the teachings. They are scheming against each other, plundering and devouring each other...
"Of course, there are revenge-seekers like me who are bent on revenge and use the competition for the only true teaching as an excuse to kill their enemies. There are also treacherous villains like Wanyan Kang who seem to have little interest in cultivation and only covet wealth and fame, and always pass the assessment just by the passing line."
Ni Kun sighed:
"This is the real demon sect! Compared with the Blood Demon Sect, the Yingui Sect is as pure as a child..."
He said lightly:
"In my opinion, whether it is the preparation for the true teaching or the only true teaching, in the future it will probably just be food for that old demon Youquan."
Huang Rong nodded and looked at him with admiration:
"The Blood Evil Magic Skill has a great magical power that allows one to transform into a blood shadow and become ten thousand at once.
"After I accidentally learned about this magical power, I realized that the Blood Demon Sect didn't need any disciples, elders, or deacons. It didn't even need a true disciple. The sect master alone was enough.
“All the other people who practice the Blood Evil Magic will become the food for this magic in the future.
"Ancestor Youquan accepted so many disciples to teach them magic skills and let them go out to devour people and practice magic, just to let them help him accumulate cultivation resources."
Ni Kun looked at her and smiled and praised:
"With just one magical power, she was able to see through the evil intentions of the old demon Youquan. Rong'er is indeed smart ."
Huang Rong's pretty face turned slightly red, and she whispered:
“In fact, it’s mainly because the old demon Youquan has acted too aggressively. Over the past eight years, he has devoured so many outer and inner disciples. If you pay a little attention, you will inevitably doubt his true intentions.
"People like Murong Fu and Wanyan Kang, who are cunning and treacherous, may have already seen through the intentions of the Youquan demon, but they are temporarily unable to resist. Murong Fu uses all means to strengthen himself, perhaps hoping to take the opportunity to attack the Youquan demon in the future."
Ni Kun smiled and said:
"No matter how hard Murong Fu tries, he has no chance. And the old demon Youquan has no chance either."
Huang Rong reminded:
"Mr. Ni, although you are strong, the old demon Youquan is unfathomable. No one knows how strong he is. So after landing on the island, we still have to act carefully."
"I save that." Ni Kun nodded and asked Huang Rong, "By the way, have the dozen or so disciples left on the island practiced the Devouring Man Refining Technique?"
Huang Rong sighed:
"The Blood Evil Devil Art's shortcut to practicing the art of devouring people is too tempting. The competition among sects is too fierce. In order to pass the test and not be devoured by the Old Demon Youquan or other fellow disciples, almost every fellow disciple has practiced the art of devouring people to quickly strengthen themselves.
“There were many outer disciples who did not want to devour others to practice, but their natural talents and physiques were not good enough to pass the test, so they sneaked out of the island and wanted to leave and live in seclusion.
“But before every exam, those disciples who escaped, no matter how long they had been away or where they had gone, were caught by the old demon Youquan and devoured in front of all the disciples…
"After several attempts, no more disciples tried to escape, and all of them embarked on the path of devouring people to practice the art. But even so, many disciples either died in the infighting among their fellow disciples, or failed to pass the two tests and were swallowed by the Nether Spring.
"To this day, there are a dozen disciples left on the island, including Wanyan Kang. Each of them has at least hundreds of innocent lives..."
Ni Kun asked: "In other words, there is no good person on the island?"
Huang Rong shook her head: "There are no good people in the Blood Demon Sect."
Ni Kun smiled and said, "Rong'er, you are able to resist the temptation of shortcuts, which is quite good."
"But I'm not a good person either."
Huang Rong lowered her eyelids and said quietly, "In the past three years, in order to seek revenge, several martial arts heroes have served as bait for me. Like Uncle Nan Xiren this time, if it weren't for your timely help, Master Ni, he would have also served as bait and died."
Ni Kun asked, "They all have grudges against Murong Fu or other members of the Blood Demon Sect, and they are willing to sacrifice their lives to help you, right?"
Huang Rong nodded slightly.
Ni Kun comforted him, "Since it was voluntary and not forced, you don't need to blame yourself. There are many people in the world who are willing to sacrifice their lives for justice. Since they have participated in your plan, they have already foreseen their own fate. Even if they are used as bait to die, as long as you can help them successfully avenge themselves, they can also smile in their graves."
Huang Rong forced a smile, cheered herself up and looked forward.
In the mist ahead, I saw a beautiful island looming.
"That's Junshan Island."
Huang Rong raised her hand and pointed at the beautiful island. "The old demon Youquan is practicing on the mountain in the middle of Junshan Island. Master Ni, after we land on the island, I will take you to my place to hide, and then I will go to the old demon's place to test it out. If he..."
"There's no need to go through so much trouble, right?" Ni Kun interrupted her, raised his hand, and pointed his palm at Junshan in the mist: "Is the old demon Youquan in the middle of the island?"
"Uh, yes..." Huang Rong blinked and looked at Ni Kun in confusion.
"Then let's say hello first. Rong'er, please close your eyes..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a scorching sun descended on the center of Junshan Mountain, emitting violent light and heat, dispersing the clouds and mist that shrouded Junshan Mountain.
Starting with the Fusion Funeral, Ni Kun is already very familiar with it.
