A Mortal's Journey: Starting as the Young Master of Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 33 Save Beauty

"puff!"

The man in the green robe coughed up another mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning ashen white, even his lips turning bluish-gray.

"Damn it... the detoxification pill is in my storage bag! This poison... it's getting too strong to control! I have to get rid of this bitch as soon as possible and get my storage bag back."

He gritted his teeth and growled, his internal magical power like a taut bowstring, barely suppressing the chilling, bone-corroding poison.

Just now, activating the Azure Sun Demonic Fire technique aggravated my injuries and allowed the poison to take advantage of my weakness. It looked like I was about to lose control of the poison in my body.

In the past, if he had encountered an enemy, the man in the green robe would have already fled in this state.

However, the thought that he had been defeated by two Foundation Establishment stage women today, and that even his storage bag had been stolen by the two women, made him very sad.

If this gets out, where will he, the young master of Qingyang Sect, put his face?

The demonic cultivators throughout the Chaotic Star Sea would probably laugh their heads off! The man in the green robe couldn't stand it and was determined to kill the two women.

The young master of Qingyang Sect gave a light snort and suddenly clenched his right hand.

"Click!"

A jade pendant shattered upon impact, and a burst of spiritual light shot into the sky, transforming into a hidden communication talisman that shot straight into the heavens.

"Hmph! You vile woman, our elders will be here shortly!"

He grinned maliciously at Yuan Yao, his voice as cold as a snake, "Kneel down now and become my furnace, and you can live a few more days. Otherwise, you and your dead senior sister will go to hell together!"

Yuan Yao trembled, her face turned deathly pale, and she retreated repeatedly.

Clearly, if the elder mentioned by the man in the green robe were to arrive, he would certainly be doomed.

In a moment of desperation, Yuan Yao immediately took out two more cyan round beads from the storage bag of the man in the green robe that she had just stolen.

These two cyan orbs are the secret Azure Fire Thunder of the Qingyang Sect. Each one requires a large amount of rare materials to make and takes a very long time. Only Nascent Soul cultivators can make them.

Its power is comparable to the Yuan Yang Fire of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

This was a life-saving trump card bestowed upon his juniors by the Three Yang Old Demons of the Qingyang Sect. Unexpectedly, the young master of the Qingyang Sect never even used it before it was stolen by the two women, thus benefiting Yuan Yao.

Seeing that the man in the green robe opposite her had started making hand seals again, Yuan Yao knew this was a good opportunity, so she quickly cast a spell and threw two green fire thunderbolts at him.

After the man in the green robe saw the object clearly, his face turned even paler.

They tried desperately to escape.

The Azure Fire Thunder arrived even faster, reaching the man's side in an instant.

At this critical moment.

"clang!!!"

An ancient silver bell appeared out of thin air and enveloped him completely!

"Young Master!"

An old man's cry came from afar.

"Bang!"

With a deafening roar that shook the heavens and the earth, thick black smoke and ghostly green flames began to rise from the spot where the man had been hovering.

The pockmarked old man, who was seen in a beam of light not far away, panicked and flew over quickly.

Seeing the light of the escape spell calling for the young master rushing towards them, Yuan Yao knew that the elders of Qingyang Sect had arrived.

Without even checking on the young master of Qingyang Sect, Yuan Yao quickly flew away.

The pockmarked old man who arrived ignored Yuan Yao and instead checked on his young master's condition.

The silver bell magic weapon that had been released earlier was now incomplete due to the explosion of the two blue fire thunderbolts.

With its edges charred and curled, the young master of Qingyang Sect was now dressed in tattered green robes, covered in blood, and with fragments of the silver bell magic weapon stuck in several wounds on his body.

Even more horrifying was that his right arm... was severed at the shoulder!

Seeing that his young master was still alive, the pockmarked old man breathed a sigh of relief.

This man in the green robe is the young master of the Qingyang Sect, the successor of the legendary demonic figure Sanyang Laomo from the Chaotic Star Sea, who dotes on him.

If I were to die here, as the young master's protector, I could imagine that if the Three Yang Old Demon found out, I would likely be subjected to soul-splitting and soul-refining, unable to reincarnate.

It's just a severed arm; the sect has many ways to restore it. Although he can't escape punishment, he won't be killed.

The pockmarked old man quickly handed several pills to the young master to take.

"Ah—! Elder Tong, leave the pills and don't worry about me. That wretched wench is trying to escape. Catch her back and bring her back to me. I want to make her suffer properly." The man in the green robe roared hoarsely, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Young master, please wait a moment. I will bring that wretched maid back to you immediately!"

The pockmarked old man glared angrily at the direction Yuan Yao had fled, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, and he transformed into a streak of light to give chase.

Before long, the pockmarked old man caught up with Yuan Yao, who was desperately fleeing.

"You lowly servant! Where do you think you're going!"

With a thunderous roar, a cyan phantom followed closely behind Yuan Yao.

The pockmarked old man opened his mouth and spat out a yellow feather fan, which shone brightly with spiritual light and faintly resembled wind and thunder. He grabbed it in his hand.

Upon sensing this scene with her divine sense, Yuan Yao's expression changed drastically, realizing something was wrong.

She knew that this old man in the Core Formation stage was definitely not someone she could handle.

However, she dared not turn around and retaliate. She could only grit her teeth and gather all her magical power again to speed up her escape.

At the same time, she held a blue fire thunderbolt in her palm. If things went wrong, Yuan Yao would throw it out and then escape.

The pockmarked old man raised his feather fan into the air and then chanted incantations.

With a flick of the fan amidst the chanting, it struck Yuan Yao, who was fleeing not far away, with a heavy blow.

"call--!!!"

In an instant, a fierce wind howled, and a deep yellow hurricane burst forth from the fan, instantly transforming into a tornado tens of meters high. Even the seawater was swept into the sky, and the sea monsters screamed as they were torn to pieces!

The protective magic item that Yuan Yao stole instantly went out of control, spinning wildly in the gale. She herself was swept into the eye of the storm like a falling leaf, her limbs slashed and bleeding from the wind blades, unable to escape at all!

"You wretched servant! It's all your fault! I can't escape the Ancestor's punishment this time either! Hand over the young master's storage bag right now and come back with me to confess your sins."

The pockmarked old man roared, and with a single grab, a giant blue-green hand condensed from the hurricane, blotting out the sky and the sun, and fiercely scooped up Yuan Yao!

Yuan Yao, caught in the hurricane, saw the giant hand pressing down, while her magic weapon spun wildly in the gale, no longer under her control and unable to save itself. The Azure Fire Thunder in her palm was already poised to strike, ready to flee immediately afterward.

Just as the giant, earthen-yellow hand was about to scoop Yuan Yao up without hesitation, it suddenly stopped just ten feet above her head.

"Snapped!"

Without warning, the giant hand dissipated like a bubble!

Immediately afterwards, the entire hurricane seemed to be wiped away by an invisible hand, vanishing without a trace in an instant!

The pockmarked old man turned to one side, his eyes fixed on a deserted spot in the distance, his face full of anger.

"Who dares to break my magic?"

There was no response from the void, so Yuan Yao activated her magic weapon and flew away.

The pockmarked old man did not immediately give chase, wanting to find the person hiding in the shadows first.

"Since you dared to break my spell, why hide in secret and dare not show your face?" The pockmarked old man's ferocious expression flashed before he shouted loudly, suppressing his anger.

It was obvious that anyone who could break its spells was quite powerful.

"It's not that I was sneaking around. It's just that your cultivation level is insufficient, and you can't see through my presence."

A man's leisurely voice echoed from the void.

Then a flash of black light appeared, and a black thundercloud appeared in mid-air.

A handsome young cultivator emerged from the thunderclouds, looking relaxed and somewhat amused at the pockmarked old man and the fleeing Yuan Yao.

This person was none other than Wen Tianren, who had been on his way earlier.

While traveling, Wen Tianren used his divine sense to detect the situation here. Subsequently, Wen Tianren went to the vicinity and hid to observe.

Just as the pockmarked old man was about to capture Yuan Yao, he intervened in time to save her.