Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 439 425: Fallen into Demon

Icy rainwater splashed against Pang Xiaoming's forehead.

Already seething with rage after the truth of his Dao Companion's infidelity had been exposed, Pang Xiaoming instinctively moved to circulate his Spiritual Qi and evaporate the moisture from his head.

'Damn it all! I'm indoors and still getting wet. Why am I so damn unlucky?!'

However, before Pang Xiaoming could use his Spiritual Qi to evaporate the moisture, he felt the chill, carrying a strange and sinister cold, seep into his scalp.

'Damn it! What the hell is this?!'

In that moment, Pang Xiaoming felt as if his head were about to explode. He clutched it, collapsing to the ground in agony and wailing ceaselessly.

"Hey! What's wrong with you? Don't think this little act will get you out of paying your debts!"

The surrounding cooks gathered, blocking Pang Xiaoming in.

They didn't believe there was anything actually wrong with the dwarfish cuckold.

He was just trying to find a way to escape from them!

But Pang Xiaoming wasn't faking it.

At that moment, he felt an intense pain tearing his body apart—a pain even worse than being struck by heavenly lightning during his Crossing the Tribulation.

Thankfully, the terrifying pain lasted only an instant. After it passed, an unbelievably immense power began to erupt endlessly from within his body!

"GRAAAH!!"

Pang Xiaoming let out a sudden, furious roar. A violent torrent of air erupted from his body, sending the surrounding cooks flying like rag dolls.

He threw his head back, reveling in the overwhelming surge of powerful Spiritual Qi. He felt as if he had been reborn.

A voice was calling to him from within.

"Go, destroy! Go, annihilate!"

"Crush all the misfortune that has been forced upon you!"

"Pang... Pang Xiaoming has Fallen into Demon!"

"He's been possessed by some kind of monster! Quick, report to the Lord Sword Immortal!"

The few lucky cooks who hadn't been killed instantly by the blast struggled to their feet. Staring at the sinister, cold Spiritual Qi radiating from Pang Xiaoming, they screamed in terror.

One of them tried to run out of the cabin, but in an instant, a Water Cannon fired from Pang Xiaoming's fingertip blasted him into a bloody mist.

He grinned viciously, his gaze falling upon the cook who had said his wife was warming Pei Yuhang's bed, the one who had called him a green-hatted bastard.

"Excellent, you're still alive... That means I can make you die a much more painful death."

Pang Xiaoming cracked his neck as he advanced on the cook, who had collapsed to the ground, paralyzed with fear.

With every step, his body grew an inch taller. His skin sloughed off like willow catkins, revealing black, fish-like scales underneath.

"Now, who dares call me a turtle? Even if I am one, I'll be the Dragon Turtle of legend, the one that devours the sun and moon!"

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"Elder Huang, it's terrible! Something's happened on the Spirit Wheel!"

"For some reason, many Cultivators have suddenly been possessed by Demonic Qi and are going berserk! Their Cultivation levels have all soared to the Nascent Soul or even Divinity Transformation realm! They're killing on sight, and no one can stop them!"

Several Pill Boys rushed into Huang Wanshi's room. When they saw "Huang Wanshi" sitting calmly in her chair reading a book, they were in too much of a hurry to even bow, blurting out their report.

"Huang Wanshi" looked up, somewhat surprised by the news.

"Fallen into Demon?"

Ten thousand years ago, a colossal Space Gate appeared in the South Sea of the Qiongming Continent. Innumerable Extraterritorial Demon Seeds, twisted in appearance and wielding strange powers, launched an invasion upon this world.

Although these Extraterritorial Demon Seeds were eventually expelled from this world, the Great Powers of that era joined forces to set up a Forbidden Array. They sealed the Space Gate connecting the two worlds, transforming it into the Endless Sea.

However, the Extraterritorial Demon Seeds still left much of their filth behind in this world.

This strange power allows a Cultivator to grow stronger and Breakthrough Realms at an unnatural speed, all while being immune to the curse of heavenly tribulation lightning.

But the price is often terrifying, and any Cultivator granted this power will gradually devolve into a mindless beast knowing only destruction.

Therefore, a Cultivator who accepts that filth to become stronger is said to have "Fallen into Demon"!

'So this is the crisis Pei Yuhang vaguely mentioned... He really was hiding things from me.'

'This shipment isn't as simple as I thought!'

"Huang Wanshi" rose to her feet and calmly dismissed the Daoist Children.

She had to find Pei Yuhang and rendezvous with him.

However, just as she stepped out of her room, she felt a violent tremor shake the ship.

Something was hurtling toward her at incredible speed!

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

The sound of shattering walls and bulkheads echoed one after another.

A Demon Fiend the size of a small tower, pitch-black and with a giant shell on its back, appeared before "Huang Wanshi."

"Wanshi... I've found you!!"

The Demon Fiend opened its cavernous maw, spewing scalding steam.

"Huang Wanshi" stared at the behemoth before her, her eyes narrowing.

'This is... that old woman's Dao Companion?'

Pang Xiaoming saw the confusion in her eyes and let out a vicious laugh.

"Wanshi, don't you recognize me? I'm your husband!"

"But I've become so much more perfect now. It's only natural you wouldn't recognize me~"

"Huang Wanshi" looked up at the turtle-like Demon Fiend and said coldly,

"Get lost! Don't flatter yourself. My husband is certainly not some ugly monstrosity like you!"

Pang Xiaoming flinched as if her words had stabbed a raw nerve.

He roared, his voice materializing into a visible shockwave that pulverized the surrounding rubble into dust.

"If I'm not your husband, then who is?!"

"I was so good to you! I gave you everything! You bled me dry, and now you dare to disown me?!"

Seeing Pang Xiaoming fly into a rage, "Huang Wanshi" felt a sudden playful urge.

A smile touched her full, red lips. "Haven't you guessed already? Go on, say it."

"The perfect man for me is, of course, the White-clothed Sword Immortal~"

She licked her lips, adding with deep meaning,

"Not only is he handsome beyond compare and supremely talented... he's also extremely well-endowed!"

At her last words, Pang Xiaoming's scarlet eyes instantly shrank to pinpricks.

"You—you filthy, lecherous whore!!"

SLAM!!

His fists, larger than millstones, came crashing down, smashing the deck of the Spirit Wheel—a deck sturdy enough to withstand an attack from a Nascent Soul Cultivator—into splinters.

But "Huang Wanshi" had already appeared silently behind him.

Thanks to her supreme concealment Body Technique, Pang Xiaoming was like a dull-witted gorilla, thrashing about in the wreckage, completely unaware that his target had already appeared behind him.

Red Lotus Eye.

A magnificent lotus pattern suddenly bloomed in "Huang Wanshi's" eyes. This was the Pupil Technique Shang Miaoyan had given her to use against Pei Yuhang, yet now she was using it to help him.

Under the scrutiny of the Pupil Technique, she quickly located the most vulnerable spot on Pang Xiaoming's entire body.

A dagger of a deep, ethereal blue silently appeared in "Huang Wanshi's" palm.

The Cold Poison Blade!

For a massive Demon Fiend with such thick skin and flesh, the fastest way to kill it was with poison!

SHLICK!!

Pang Xiaoming's eye suddenly burst as the ethereal blue dagger plunged deep inside, touching his brain.

A deadly, virulent poison would now ravage his most fragile organ. Unless Pang Xiaoming could rip his own head off, he was doomed to die.

Of course, ripping his head off would kill him, too.

A top-tier assassin like Jiu only ever needed one strike. The moment she drew her blade, Pang Xiaoming was already a dead man.

"ROAR—"

Pang Xiaoming roared weakly, but he couldn't stop the layer of ice that was spreading from his eye socket across his entire body.

He could only watch as his body slowed, until it froze completely solid.

In the final moments of his life, he glared at "Huang Wanshi" with venomous hatred.

"You... you vile woman! Poisoning your own Dao Companion and cheating with your lover!"

"Huang Wanshi" waved a hand, and the makeup of the mature woman on her face dissolved away, replaced by an uncanny Red Lotus Mask.

"Don't you go pinning her sins on me. I'm not that old woman."

"You—who are you?!"

Jiu stretched her lithe waist and smiled. "Didn't I just tell you?"

"My husband is the White-clothed Sword Immortal~"

Jiu's smile was genuine in that moment. Only in front of a dead man could she take off her mask without a second thought and speak what was truly on her mind.

The longer one wears another's mask, the more one yearns to be oneself again.

However, Pang Xiaoming's next words made the smile beneath her mask freeze.

"You're Ye Liyuan?!"

"You're courting death—!!"

Her face darkening, Jiu delivered the final blow.