Cultivation Begins from Infancy - Chapter 386

Volume 3 - Chapter 97: The Demon - Part 2

A few days later...

Outside Tianmen Pass, a snow-white figure sped through the sky.

The figure radiated faint Dao light, its body indistinct as it darted through the void, invisible to all.

When it reached the city gates, the figure halted, gazing at the city where flags fluttered in the wind. The two characters on the flag stirred a murderous glint in its otherwise calm eyes.

It was all because of that sudden upstart—a monstrous youth—who had repeatedly thwarted his schemes. This left him in an incredibly awkward position, constantly on the brink of exposure and becoming a target for others.

"Even if this 'Buddhist Lord' has Dao Law Realm strength, they must die!"

This person was none other than the Holy Son. His gaze was icy. Although he, too, was in the Dao Law Realm, he had studied under a Saint since childhood. The abilities he mastered were far beyond what ordinary Dao Law Realm cultivators could achieve. He wielded divine powers—supernatural techniques transcending the scope of martial arts and imbued with profound truths of the Dao.

His divine sense swept over the entire city, soon locking onto a fenced courtyard in its center.

In the courtyard, a youth was skinning a fish in an open space, while a crimson-bearded vine demon was setting up a fire.

Nearby, a young girl practiced swordsmanship, occasionally corrected—often forcefully—by a disheveled man instructing her.

The bizarre scene made him hesitate slightly, doubting whether he had the right target.

However, based on the city’s layout, the courtyard clearly occupied a central position, heavily guarded on all sides. The people within it all had cultivation levels, and the vine demon tending the fire was even a Fourth Pillar Realm Demon King.

Only the youth’s aura was indistinct, beyond his perception.

There was no doubt—the youth was his target.

Just as he prepared to strike, his gaze shifted suddenly toward a nearby teahouse.

At the window, an old man and a youth looked in his direction.

The Holy Son's expression changed—experts?

The next moment, the old man vanished into thin air.

In several rapid flickers, the old man from the teahouse appeared high in the sky outside the city. The two stood not far above the city walls, yet the guards below seemed oblivious to their presence.

"Saint's bloodline..."

The teahouse elder studied the Holy Son, his brows furrowing as a glimmer of killing intent surfaced in his eyes.

The Holy Son, catching a trace of the elder’s aura during his sudden appearance, narrowed his pupils in shock.

"Demon Race?!"

The elder smirked at the label, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

"Here for us, or for that youth?"

The Holy Son was stunned. That a member of the Demon Race could appear here, of all places, was beyond shocking.

He quickly recalled the legends about the Demon Race: they were said to sense impending calamities and would often descend upon war-torn regions, inciting further bloodshed and chaos.

Moreover, the Demon Race’s methods were notoriously cruel, suppressing incense power and cultivating through ruthless means.

"Hmm?"

The elder’s casual gaze began to sharpen, exuding a faint but oppressive killing intent.

The Holy Son felt the concealed power radiating from the elder and was both alarmed and furious—this Demon was also in the Dao Law Realm?

How could such a small place like Great Yu attract the attention of the Demon Race?

Fury simmered within him. Dealing with that monstrous youth was trouble enough, but now there was also a Demon, rendering his plans utterly futile.

"So, you're colluding... how wonderful!"

The Holy Son clenched his teeth, hesitating no longer. He quickly turned and retreated.

But the elder from the teahouse would not let him leave so easily. With a sudden burst of speed, he pursued, and the two shot over a thousand miles into the distance.

"You dare!"

The Holy Son roared in fury. Someone dared stop him from leaving?

A thunderous collision resounded as the two exchanged a palm strike. The immense Dao power rippled through the air, producing sharp vibrations imperceptible to ordinary mortals.

"Very well, I’ll remember this!"

The Holy Son launched another palm strike, not intending to prolong the fight. Using the momentum, he accelerated away.

Apart from this elder, there was also the girl and the youth in the courtyard. He didn’t want to cause too much commotion and risk drawing them all into the fray.

The elder from the teahouse watched him for a moment but didn’t give chase. With a slight smirk and a raised brow, he turned and returned to Cangya City.

Back in the teahouse, the elder recounted the encounter to his young mistress, Ying Xiaoxiao.

"No wonder those demons have been so brazen. It seems the Sacred Clan has taken an interest in the incense power here..."

Ying Xiaoxiao raised her brows, slightly surprised but not entirely so.

"The Sacred Clan cultivates through incense power, so coveting it here is only natural," she remarked. "But it’s none of our business. If they provoke us, we’ll kill them. Our ancestors’ grudges haven’t been settled yet anyway..."

Her voice carried a frosty edge.

The elder nodded faintly, sipping his tea. His palm still tingled slightly from the clash.

"That young man from the Sacred Clan seems to have some skill..."

As the two ate and drank, a youthful voice reached their ears.

"Would you two care to join us?"

Ying Xiaoxiao and the elder exchanged glances, recognizing the voice as belonging to the youth in the courtyard.

The elder's earlier actions had clearly been noticed.

"Miss?" The elder turned to Ying Xiaoxiao.

Though unafraid of the youth, their kind preferred not to get entangled in conflicts.

"It’s fine."

Ying Xiaoxiao gestured casually, the golden bell on her wrist jingling melodiously. It drew the curious stares of nearby diners, captivated by the beauty of the girl.

Their wide-eyed admiration quickly turned to shock as they saw the elder and the girl vanish before their eyes.

It was as though they had seen a ghost.

...

The pair reappeared at the courtyard gate.

The guards did not stop them, allowing them to enter.

"Smells amazing."

Ying Xiaoxiao’s nose twitched slightly as she caught the aroma of roasting fish, her eyes lighting up with interest.

Li Hao recognized the pair immediately as the two he had encountered on the official road.

He had long sensed someone following him but could not pinpoint their presence. It wasn’t until earlier, when he detected the fluctuation in the teahouse, that he confirmed his suspicion.

"Not selling buns anymore, Senior?"

Li Hao glanced at the elder, a faint smile on his lips.

The elder’s face reddened slightly as he coughed softly.

"Earned enough money to take my granddaughter out for a stroll."

Li Hao chuckled, letting the matter drop.

"You’ve been following me for quite a while. What do you want?"

Ying Xiaoxiao shifted her gaze from the roasting fish, her bright eyes meeting his. She smiled faintly.

"Nothing much. It just seems that interesting things happen around you, so we followed."

What kind of reasoning was that? Li Hao raised a brow but noted the clarity in her gaze, free of deceit. Her straightforwardness suggested she wasn’t lying—otherwise, the excuse would be too absurd.

"And what interesting things have you seen?"

Li Hao asked.

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