Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

Chapter 349: Hundred Thousand Demon Soldiers

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Fan Yanying did not know where the demon soldiers came from, but she knew that there must be a powerful demon king behind them for so many to appear.

One had to know that while demon king could shapeshift through external help, it was not unlimited. For this amount of demon soldiers, it was an unimaginable effort. One could imagine how powerful the demon king was.

Shen Lian’s voice spoke through her ears, “Are you scared?”

Fan Yanying looked at Shen Lian as he still leisurely leaned on the wall. His mettle seemed to show that these countless demon soldiers were nothing and they were worth not more than one sight.

She responded, “With Uncle-Master here, I am not afraid.”

Fang Yanying finally calmed down. In the past, she had seen countless demons with her Honored Master. Regardless of the number, they all died under the sword of the Honored Master.

This time around there were more demons, but how could an ant shake a big tree?

The Uncle-Master was the rare big tree on heaven and earth.

Shen Lian’s eyes seemed to contain the clear lights of the stars. Even if the black clouds covered the morning light and caused the Temple of Killings to fall into darkness, the clear light of his eyes continued to flow. It made people feel that the world would never fall into complete darkness.

His voice once again rang through Fang Yanying’s ears, like the breeze at night, “Yanying, there are countless woods on the mountain. Are you afraid of them?”

Fan Yanying replied, “No.”

“Why not?”

She was speechless. She could not say the reason why.

Shen Lian spoke softly, “It is because the woods can’t hurt you. That’s why you’re not afraid. You assumed that these demon soldiers can hurt you, but as I am here, you know they can’t, and hence you’re not afraid anymore. The fear you feel stems from the difference in the weak and the powerful. For us cultivators, we are fighting against the heaven, and how can we be stronger than the heaven? If the heaven is strong and we are weak, should you be afraid?”

Fan Yanying was confused, no one had ever told her such principles.

Shen Lian continued, “The wise once said, ‘Where justice stands, despite the hundred thousand people in my way, I will walk the path.’ It is the same for cultivators, ‘Where Dao is, despite the hundred thousand in my way, I will still walk towards it.’”

Fan Yanying understood all of a sudden, Dao was too, a form of persistence. Her Dao was not the swordcraft. It was not the heaven and earth. the river and mountain, or the wind and thunder or water and fire – they were just the surface.

The Dao pursued by cultivators was like a great way, none of it could be destroyed.

With such indestructible Dao, they could be fearless, and hence they could face everything with ease.

She could finally understand why the Honored Master could react the same way against any enemy, with his killing sword.

She too understood the attitude of Uncle-Master who seemed to be calm even if the sky was falling down.

They had their own Dao, and hence regardless of what happened to the world, it could not cause any tremble to their hearts.

Perhaps Shen Lian and Chen Jianmei were not as she imagined them to be, but she firmly believed that it was her, Fang Yanying’s Dao. Independent but unwavering, circulating but indestructible – so this was Dao.

The suppressing aura brought by the demon soldiers were gone entirely.

The clouds began to separate, a man and a woman appeared in the sky on top of the Temple of Killings. The demon soldiers were all behind them, like their decorations.

The man was dressed in white, whiter than snow. His hands were folded and he stared at Shen Lian with deep eyes.

The woman wore a plain blue dress. Even if a heavenly lady was dressed in rainbow clothes, it could not suppress how divine she looked. At the corner of her lips, there was a red spot. It did not affect her shocking beauty but enhanced her charm.

The woman spoke to Shen Lian on the ground, “We are following the order of our Divine Master, to send ten thousand demon soldiers for Zhenren Shen kill, in order to breed Zhenren’s the murderous thoughts.”

Shen Lian needed not to ask to know the Divine Master was Chen Beidou. He was indeed someone heartless, as the lives of ten thousand demon soldiers to him were only worth as much as to help Shen Lian breed murderous thoughts.

This also allowed Shen Lian to spot a point that the person seemed to be interested in him. After killing ten thousand demon soldiers, Shen Lian’s sword will would grow to a terrifying state. It could bring his battle power to a new level, but it was not what Shen Lian was looking for.

Shen Lian replied, “What if I don’t?”

The man seemed arrogant. He stared at Shen Lian coldly, “If you don’t kill them, they will kill you.”

Shen Lian spoke leisurely, “I won’t kill them. It will be sufficient to just kill you.”

He picked up the wooden sword and pointed at the man without any murderous Qi.

Anyone could tell it was a wooden sword. It dissipated golden rays, but there was nothing too special about it.

The tip of the sword was far from the man. He treated it merely as a threat from Shen Lian.

When he was about to tease him, the tip of the sword was suddenly near his eyes.

A horrifying sword intent pierced through his heart as the sword tip approached closer.

He then realized he could no longer see using his right eyes as the tip had pierced through his eyeball. He could also hear the explosion of his brain, and a silent sword roar like that of a cloud.

He extended his hand to hold the body of the sword. Only through the horrific tremor of power, he could then remove the sword from his head.

He covered his eyes, and he stuffed the blood and brain back to where they were.

When he let go of his hand, there was a huge hole in his eyes, and one could see the constant growth of meat granuloma. All in a sudden, there came a new eyeball. It turned around, and it stared at Shen Lian who was on the ground. The tip of the wooden sword had a drip of blood. It was his blood.

If not because of the drip of blood, nobody could realize that Shen Lian had attacked.

The sword was unbelievably fast.

Shen Lian was still leaning on the wall like nothing was happening. He looked relaxed.

The man said, “You dared to attack me. Do you know who I am?”

Shen Lian spoke slowly, “I think I don’t need to know.”

At that moment, the woman’s eyes revealed that she could not believe what she had just seen. The man felt odd, but then he saw countless white rays which were as thin as silk.

The source of the rays was his body.

He did not know since when his body had a thousand holes, which were shooting out these countless white rays.

The woman was filled in fear, “The sword was transformed into silk.”

The white rays which were thin as silk were the extremely concentrated sword aura. Each strand could cut open thousands of feet long of giant rocks. With such sword aura and the void as the net, even if one was immortal, one could be diced to minces and would not be able to survive.

She travelled quickly with light, with the intention to hide among the demon soldiers. One could hear a scream.

It was similar to the scream of a cuckoo when it was bleeding. It was an extremely mournful sound.

The demon soldiers did not seem to observe how powerful Shen Lian’s swordcraft was which had diced the man. They carried huge maces and knives and other huge weapons as they were rushing down from the void.

These demons were either of the cow’s head or the tiger’s body. They were all big-sized.

The battle roar pierced through the sky, and as the mana of the countless demon soldiers gathered into a river, it could easily overcome not just a mountain, but a country in a short span of time.

Shen Lian kept his sword, and there was a zither on his knee.

He said before, that he was not going to kill these demons.