[Quick Transmigration] The Stunning Villain Trains His Dog Online - Chapter 9

The Xie family death squad member who had just stepped forward to eliminate the trouble secretly sized up the red-robed youth. The moment his gaze brushed against the white jade flute hanging at the youth’s waist, his pupils shrank violently: “This is the Song of the Cave Immortals? You are the Demon Lord Shen Zaixin!”

The moment the Demon Lord’s name was spoken, it was like a drop of water falling into a boiling pan of oil, exploding with a roar.

Instantly, all sorts of terrified, resentful, and complex emotions spread among the crowd, but the Demon Lord’s strength was unfathomable, and Xie Heng’s life was gripped right in his hands. Who among them dared to utter even an extra word?

The yellowed parchment scroll flew from Xie Heng’s grasp and landed in Xie Linfeng’s palm. Shen Zaixin gave a calm command: “Lead the way ahead.”

Xie Linfeng withdrew his gaze from the hand Shen Zaixin was using to grip Xie Heng’s neck, a sour taste rising in his chest. That despicable hypocrite Xie Heng actually managed to get so close to Shen Zaixin; did he even deserve it? And that pair of unblinking eyes, practically glued to the person, made him wish he could just dig them out and feed them to the dogs!

Despite railing inwardly, Xie Linfeng’s pace never faltered. Backed by the protagonist halo, the underground palace entrance practically delivered itself right to his doorstep, and within a mere quarter of an hour, it appeared before them.

From the very beginning, Shen Zaixin made no effort to conceal his Mahayana-stage pressure. Knowing better than to try any underhanded tricks, the Xie family members obediently led the way the moment the underground palace appeared, terrified that the Demon Lord would fly into a sudden rage and go on a massacre, with the Xie family heir in his grasp likely being the first to pay the price.

The red figure gradually vanished into the entrance. High up on a distant mountaintop, two white figures stood facing the wind.

“You could have simply handed the Huaxu Bell to him. Why go to such convoluted lengths?” The white-robed woman wore a bamboo hat, her white veil swaying in the wind and faintly revealing a gentle, composed face.

“He and I are strangers now. There should be no further entanglements.” Ning Unchen wore a white Daoist robe, standing tall against the wind, his brows and eyes covered in a layer of frost and snow.

Immortals and demons stood on opposite sides; he could not gift the Huaxu Bell directly, so he had resorted to a sword duel as an excuse to let the person steal it, even though it was nothing more than self-deception.

“Then why did you pull him into the illusion?”

“I wanted to see him, nothing more.” Ning Unchen closed his eyes, feeling the wind blowing toward the mountaintop, a wind of freedom he had not experienced in centuries of closed-door cultivation. Remembering that Jie Yuhua had accompanied that person all these years, he hesitated for a long long moment before continuing: “Elder Sister Jie…”

Jie Yuhua gently interrupted him, her tone detached: “I am merely a running dog of the Demon Realm; I am unworthy of being called Elder Sister by the Immortal Lord.”

“When you chose to put aside love and enter the Ruthless Dao for the sake of the common people, why are you now condoning Changning as he stirs up the cultivation world with reckless vengeance?”

The corners of Ning Unchen’s lips curved upward into a slight arc, his brows carrying an indescribable gentleness. His deep voice was blown into something ethereal by the wind: “This is good.”

“What?”

“It is good that he has always lived so wantonly and freely.”

As the head of the righteous path, so long as he did not draw his sword against Changning, who in the cultivation world would dare step forward?

Between him and Changning, someone had to be free. Otherwise, why would he have burdened himself with the common people? If he truly had a heart solely for the world, even with the Heavenly Dao damaged, his cultivation today would have been enough to break the void and ascend.

It was only because he had harbored selfishness and fallen in love that he was long since disqualified from the Ruthless Dao.

According to worldly rumors, Ning Unchen hung a painting in his bedchamber of a person without a face, and no one knew that the back of the scroll was carved entirely with spells of shifting fortunes.

The so-called shifting of fortunes was merely trading himself to bear that person’s sins.

Deep within the underground palace, the roars of demonic beasts threatened to shatter the ground. Green vines originating from the roots of the Rebirth Lotus, which was quietly blooming at the center of the cold pool, gradually spread toward the ground and the surrounding stone walls.

“Zhaoyan.”

The longsword at Xie Linfeng’s waist trembled slightly, flying out of its scabbard in response to the call and into the red-robed youth’s hand. Shen Zaixin tossed Xie Heng aside, tapped the tips of his toes, and instantly materialized directly above the center of the cold pool, standing atop the water’s surface as if walking on solid ground.

Seeing this person treat it with such nonchalance and prepare to pluck its guarded treasure without a second glance, the nightmare beast flew into a rage, sweeping its long tail directly toward the red-robed youth.

The red lotus blossomed in Shen Zaixin’s right eye, and sword light erupted instantly. The nightmare beast’s scale-armored tail was sliced into several sections in a flash, yet the sword light did not fade. Beginning from the beast’s severed tail, it tore inward inch by inch, reducing the millennium-old beast into a pool of indescribable minced meat in moments.

The red-robed youth landed slowly, holding the Rebirth Lotus, his sword completely immaculate. With a flick of his delicate hand, the longsword flew back into Xie Linfeng’s scabbard.

Xie Linfeng looked on in a daze, the unrestrained, dashing posture of that person wielding the sword still refusing to leave his eyes.

“To think you survived living in the Demon Realm for a mere month, and yet even your bones have turned soft?” Xie Heng sneered coldly. Recalling that person’s striking posture moments earlier, combined with the youth’s infatuated gaze, who could believe they didn’t have some unspeakable, unclear relationship?

Jealousy welled up unbidden in his eyes. Despite falling into the Demon Lord’s hands, Xie Linfeng had actually managed to survive!

They always said that righteous cultivators entering the Demon Realm were either tortured to death or used as cultivation vessels, but looking at the youth’s rosy complexion and faint glowing aura, he looked nothing like someone who had suffered hardships. He looked more like a moth flying into a web!

“The Xie family’s road has reached its end with a young master like you.” Xie Linfeng scoffed. He hadn’t even gone looking for revenge yet, and this fellow had come knocking on death’s door? With new and old hatreds surging together now, if they didn’t settle scores here, when would they?

His peripheral vision caught sight of that person lounging lazily against withered vines, watching the show with amusement, and his gaze drifted uncontrollably. When it landed on a vague bloodstain along the dark red hem of those robes, his brow furrowed instantly.

The beast’s blood was dark green; why would there be bright red bloodstains on the hem? Could he be injured?

At this thought, Xie Linfeng’s heart tightened. Before he could even take a step forward, Xie Heng’s panicked and furious voice rang in his ears.

“Shen Zaixin, if you kill me, it is the same as making an enemy of the Xie family! The four major clans of the cultivation world will not let you go!”

Looking around, Xie Linfeng realized that everyone other than Xie Heng had already been killed silently by a single sword strike, their throats slit.

The bloodstain on the hem of that person’s robes must have been accidentally brushed against.

“Well, what a ridiculous thing to say.” Shen Zaixin sauntered slowly toward the two of them, smiling with utter innocence, “Could it be that your Xie family is allowed to cast aside the tool once the work is done, while others are forbidden from crossing the river and demolishing the bridge? Heh, this seat doesn’t even care about the Canglan Sect. What are you four major clans supposed to be?”

The secret, beautiful fantasies in Xie Heng’s heart evaporated completely. Turning pale, he backed away, visions of the Demon Lord’s cruel reputation flashing through his mind. Completely rattled, he lost any remaining semblance of a clan young master’s poise.

Shen Zaixin came to a stop beside Xie Linfeng, his fair, slender hand slowly drawing the Zhaoyan sword from the youth’s waist before placing it back into his palm. Casually toying with the small scorpion braid at the youth’s temple with his fingertips, his tone was intoxicating and tender: “Kill him.”

Suppressed entirely by Shen Zaixin’s pressure, Xie Heng could not move at all, forced to watch the cold-eyed youth approach step by step. His wide eyes reflected that dark red, chilling sword light until they could no longer close.

Zhaoyan was held firmly in the youth’s grip, driving blade after blade downward, yet Xie Linfeng’s internal hatred did not diminish by a single fraction. The target was like a puppet waiting to be slaughtered; killing him brought no release for the knot in his heart.

152 watched the protagonist’s dazed, lost expression, completely puzzled: [With the protagonist’s cultivation level, he could easily take revenge on his own. Why did you…]

Shen Zaixin smiled with deep amusement: [I did it on purpose, of course.]

152: […]

For a mortal, when negative emotions fail to find release where they ought to, they are suppressed and hidden away until the next event revives them, at which point they pour forth all at once.

From the moment Xie Linfeng was dragged into the abyss by him to wallow in love and hate, he was already a mortal.

So how would that flood out? Shen Zaixin pondered for a moment, the corners of his lips curving upward. He fished an ice-blue sword tassel from his storage ring and dropped it beside Xie Heng’s corpse.

152 recognized it instantly as something belonging to Ning Unchen, making it even more confused: [The wounds on the Xie family members are all suffused with demonic qi. It is a clumsy framing attempt full of obvious loopholes at a glance.]

Shen Zaixin: [I now truly believe you are just a brainless string of data.]

152: ?

However, feeling quite pleased with himself after committing a misdeed, Shen Zaixin had the rare patience to offer an extra explanation: [Why could it not be Ning Unchen who lost control after entering the demonic path, killed people, and then framed the Demon Realm?]

The more loophole-ridden a framing attempt was, the more unfathomable it felt, and the harder it was for people to easily jump to conclusions.

Once the seed of suspicion was planted, it would eventually grow into a towering tree one day. Combined with the demonic seed lurking within Ning Unchen, it was destined to become the ultimate catalyst amidst the undercurrents of contradiction in the cultivation world.

Aside from that, it would also provoke Xie Linfeng, planting a psychological cue for their future clashes, killing two birds with one stone.

152: [You are vicious.]

“Let us go.” Shen Zaixin glanced sidelong at the protagonist, who was staring fixedly at the sword tassel in a daze, let out a light snort of amusement, and strolled away from the crime scene as if taking a casual walk.

Xie Linfeng stood up and followed silently behind, his mind replaying the image of that ice-blue sword tassel.

The moment he laid eyes on it, the lingering icy aura remaining on it instantly reminded him of the cold, aloof Daoist cultivator he had encountered that very day.

For a sword cultivator, a sword tassel was never something given away casually. What kind of entanglements existed between that man and Shen Zaixin that he knew nothing about?

The hand at his side clenched tightly into a fist, his fingernails digging into the flesh of his palms. The suspicion and jealousy raging within his chest nearly drove him mad.

One day, he would defeat that man right in front of Shen Zaixin.

Having secured the Rebirth Lotus, Shen Zaixin no longer lingered, leading them straight out of the secret realm.

“Xuezhao.”

The white-robed young man standing quietly not far from the secret realm turned his head at the voice, his clear, warm eyes softening. Yet the moment his gaze landed on the bloodstain at the hem of the other’s robes, his expression shifted slightly: “You are injured?”

“I merely dealt with a few eyesore Daoist cultivators.” Shen Zaixin tossed the Huaxu Bell and the Sky-Covering Bead into his arms, firmly grabbed the mysterious protagonist standing behind him by the wrist, and without waiting for Pei Xuecan to speak, casually bid farewell, stepped into a spatial teleportation array, and vanished instantly from the spot.

A spatial teleportation array was certainly not a pleasant experience for a cultivator whose cultivation level wasn’t exceptionally high. Before Xie Linfeng could recover from the nausea and dizziness, he felt a pair of hands lock around his jaw, and a pill exuding a refreshing lotus fragrance was forcibly shoved into his mouth.

He could roughly guess what it was, but wasn’t the Rebirth Lotus meant to be used by that person to achieve a smooth breakthrough? Why feed it to him instead?