He Transmigrated Into The Body Of A Demonic Sect Leader And Fell In Love With The Male Lead - Chapter 4

Since he had taken Shen Yuansi as a disciple, Lu Fenghuo naturally had to handle the matter of his disciple’s family being slaughtered. Lu Fenghuo asked, “Shen Yuansi, your enemies are no match for me. Would you like me to help you take revenge?”

Lu Fenghuo originally assumed Shen Yuansi would decline. After all, this was a martial arts world, and who knew if the people here held the notion that a blood feud had to be settled by one’s own hands, believing that personal vengeance alone could bring true realism and gratification.

Though Lu Fenghuo did not quite understand this mindset, he still respected everyone’s personal choices.

At that moment, he heard Shen Yuansi reply, “If Master is willing to step in, Shen Yuansi will be endlessly grateful.”

Oh?

Was this minor villain not quite unhinged later on? Not only did he personally butcher his foster father in blood, but he also threw the Jianghu into chaos. With Liu Dongnian bearing such deep, irreconcilable hatred against him, was he really willing to just let his master handle it and leave it at that?

Since Lu Fenghuo thought this way, he voiced the question aloud.

Shen Yuansi’s eyes turned deep and dark as he answered, “Those people killed my parents, so I naturally will not let them off easily. However, this disciple’s martial arts are still too weak, and I lack the ability to take revenge right now. Given that, if Master can avenge me, that would be the best outcome possible.”

“Every single day they live longer is a day less of happiness for this disciple.”

Lu Fenghuo understood.

The exact process did not matter; as long as those people paid the price they deserved, his little disciple considered it sufficient.

By this time, they had already taken care of the funeral arrangements for the household. With plenty of time on his hands lately, Lu Fenghuo had spent his days mingling in teahouses and wine taverns, picking up quite a bit of gossip about the Jianghu.

For instance, Liu Dongnian was the leader of the Evil Wind Stronghold.

Evil Wind Stronghold, just the name alone suggested nothing good. And true to its name, it was a wicked cult-like faction whose members were utterly ruthless and committed every conceivable crime.

The local people of Luoyang spoke of them with bated breath and deep dread.

Now that his little disciple sought revenge, Lu Fenghuo brought him along, walking and stopping leisurely until they finally reached the territory of the Evil Wind Stronghold.

The Evil Wind Stronghold sat atop a deep mountain. The mountain was densely forested and featured a complex maze of winding paths. Anyone unfamiliar with the stronghold would have no way of knowing its exact location.

At the foot of the mountain lay vast fields of farmland. When Lu Fenghuo asked local farmers about it, they only knew there was an evil cult up in the mountains, but remained entirely ignorant of any specific details.

The situation instantly hit a dead end.

Lu Fenghuo actually had plenty of methods at his disposal; worst case scenario, he could simply send word to the Mirror Moon Palace and have them dispatch people to wipe out the Evil Wind Stronghold directly.

However, Shen Yuansi was unaware of those connections.

It was currently late autumn, and the wheat stalks across the fields had all been harvested and piled up along the ridges. Seeing those piles of wheat stalks, Shen Yuansi suddenly reached out to tug at Lu Fenghuo’s sleeve and whispered softly, “Master, why don’t we burn the wheat stalks at the foot of the mountain and use the thick smoke to smoke them out?”

It had rained not long ago, so even if they set fires everywhere, the flames wouldn’t spread, but that choking, dense smoke would definitely fill the entire area.

Lu Fenghuo had no objections. He had always enjoyed watching the show without fearing things getting too big, and with nothing better to do, he agreed to the plan.

Lu Fenghuo rounded up many nearby villagers, handed them a generous amount of silver, and instructed them to gather the wheat stalks and set fires upwind from the base of the mountain. Overjoyed by the silver, the villagers bustled about with tremendous enthusiasm.

Soon, billows of thick smoke rose into the air, drifting straight toward the deep mountains.

Half an hour later.

Two men walked down the mountain. Clad in coarse cloth garments and brandishing heavy broadswords, they wore fierce and overbearing expressions as they roared aggressively, “Who is lighting fires here, tired of living?!”

The wait had finally paid off.

Lu Fenghuo strolled out with a beaming smile and announced, “Me.”

The moment the two Evil Wind Stronghold members laid eyes on Lu Fenghuo, they turned on their heels and ran for their lives! It was no joke; a few days prior, their stronghold leader had returned, and the entire stronghold had buzzed with the news that the leader had suffered defeat at the hands of a purple-robed swordsman. They had clearly kicked an iron plate this time!

Nobody knew the origins of that purple-robed swordsman, nor had his name ever been heard in the Jianghu; he seemed to have emerged out of thin air.

The men who had gone out on the mission days ago described him with supernatural exaggeration, leaving deep psychological shadows in the hearts of everyone else.

Looking closely now, the person setting fires at the foot of the mountain wore a purple robe, carried a blade at his waist, and possessed an utterly ordinary face, was this not that very same purple-robed swordsman?!

Even if he wasn’t the purple-robed swordsman, running away still posed no risk.

They were certainly not going to gamble their lives on whether this guy was the real deal or not.

Their escape was so lightning-fast that Lu Fenghuo was left momentarily stunned.

Were members of the Evil Wind Stronghold truly this skilled at running away?

He hadn’t even finished his sentence yet!

Recovering quickly, Lu Fenghuo channeled his lightness martial arts and gave chase, grabbing them by the collars one by one and dragging them back.

The two stronghold members wore expressions of utter despair. They realized it now: this purple-robed swordsman possessed unfathomably deep internal energy. Wasn’t he the exact same person their leader had run into last night?

Wearing a cheerful smile, Lu Fenghuo told the pair, “Take me to the Evil Wind Stronghold. Don’t try any little tricks, or you’ll be the first ones I kill.”

The two had no choice but to resign themselves to fate.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Fenghuo and Shen Yuansi arrived at the Evil Wind Stronghold.

Catching sight of the stronghold from a distance, Lu Fenghuo immediately knocked his two captives unconscious and tossed them casually aside.

The Evil Wind Stronghold was not particularly large and looked somewhat crude.

A few guards were stationed outside the stronghold gates.

Lu Fenghuo did not charge straight in. He understood that while the monks could run, the temple could not flee. Even if Liu Dongnian had the ability to escape, he could never abandon this entire stronghold and all the people within it.

Therefore, showing no fear of alerting the enemy, Lu Fenghuo stood right outside the gates and shouted at the top of his lungs, “Liu Dongnian, come out right now, I have business with you!”

Shen Yuansi: So direct?

The guards at the entrance of the Evil Wind Stronghold looked at Lu Fenghuo and collectively recalled the legend of the purple-robed swordsman. Filled with doubt and apprehension, just as they were wondering what to do, they heard Lu Fenghuo let out that thunderous shout.

The guards instantly froze in place.

The stronghold leader should have heard that, right?

Liu Dongnian had indeed heard it.

Moments later, he stepped out into the open.

Lu Fenghuo burst into hearty laughter, drew his blade, and charged straight forward, intending to strike first. Liu Dongnian reacted swiftly, drawing his own weapon to engage him in combat.

Although Liu Dongnian was completely blind, his martial arts were entirely genuine. In fact, precisely because of his blindness, his reflexes had become acutely sharp, making him far more troublesome to deal with than a normal person.

Midway through their exchange, Liu Dongnian finally identified Lu Fenghuo’s identity. He asked with a strange expression, “Little brother, we’ve only crossed paths twice, what brings you to this extent?”

Lu Fenghuo sighed helplessly, “I don’t want this either, but I had no choice. I recently took on a disciple, and his family was wiped out by you lot. As his master, I simply have to make some kind of gesture, don’t I?”

The muscles on Liu Dongnian’s face twitched.

Right at that moment, another figure arrived outside the stronghold gates. Sensing the incoming presence, Lu Fenghuo and Liu Dongnian simultaneously halted their movements, and Lu Fenghuo retreated a full three zhang away.

The newcomer wore a blood-red monk’s robe adorned with blooming crimson lotuses. In his hand, he carried a golden subduing pestle. Though his head was completely bald, it did nothing to detract from his striking appearance.

The monk possessed fair skin and clear, deeply carved facial features. His pitch-black pupils resembled dark ebony wood, and his high bridge of nose radiated absolute vigor and handsomeness.

Lu Fenghuo’s eyes slowly widened.

This was the Jianghu Demonic Monk.

The thirteenth-ranked expert in the martial arts world.

When he originally wrote Heroic Bones, aside from the male lead, Lu Fenghuo had populated the world with a massive cast of other characters, such as the demonic monk. This character had no direct connection to the main plot; he was simply created on a whim.

He never expected to run into him here.

Lu Fenghuo still remembered the original settings.

In his youth, the demonic monk had broken away from the Buddhist sect. His favorite pastime in the Jianghu was collecting weapon manuals, secret techniques, and miraculous medicines. To put it nicely, he was collecting; to put it bluntly, he was robbing. Yet he adhered strictly to his own code: he only robbed villains.

For example, evil cults.

He loved evil cults the most, because evil cults possessed countless weapon manuals and rare medicines, and once he finished robbing them, he could slaughter all the cult members and burn the place down with a single fire, making things exceptionally convenient.

Sure enough.

True to expectations, the demonic monk stopped right at the entrance. His voice was deep and magnetic, unexpectedly a rich baritone, as he coldly stated, “Liu Dongnian, hand over my Buddhist sect’s sacred relic right now.”

Misfortunes never come singly.

Liu Dongnian turned tail and ran!

If it were just one person, he might have attempted a fight or tried to negotiate and lure them away with benefits. But with two people showing up out of nowhere, Liu Dongnian stood no chance of winning; no matter how large the Evil Wind Stronghold was, he needed to keep his life to hold onto it.

Seeing the situation, Zhao Fan and his cohorts, who had just stepped outside, exchanged a single glance with the scene at the door and instinctively turned around to bolt away with practiced ease.

How could Lu Fenghuo possibly give them that chance?! He had already anticipated that Liu Dongnian and his crew might try to run, so he immediately channeled his lightness skills to give chase, intercepting everyone and driving them right back toward the demonic monk.

The demonic monk instantly clashed with Liu Dongnian in a fierce battle.

Lu Fenghuo simply stood off to the side, occasionally delivering opportunistic strikes while looking like he was completely slacking off, as relaxed as could be.

The demonic monk’s sole objective for this trip was the sacred relic. Knowing its immense value, he figured Liu Dongnian would never casually stash it away somewhere, meaning the most likely place he kept it was right on his person.

Thus, amidst the flurry of combat, the demonic monk kept an eye out for openings in Liu Dongnian’s defense and searched his robes. Sure enough, he discovered a small wooden box pressed against Liu Dongnian’s chest.

The demonic monk reached out to pull the box free.

Liu Dongnian knew deep down that the sacred relic would inevitably be snatched away by the monk today. Since that was the case, he might as well fling the relic away to buy himself a window of opportunity to escape.

With that thought, Liu Dongnian delivered a fierce palm strike directly at the wooden box.

As luck would have it.

Their fierce combat had gradually shifted toward the edge of the stronghold. His little disciple was standing right over there, and fearing that the battlefield might endanger the boy, Lu Fenghuo called out for him to step further back.

Just as he opened his mouth.

The wooden box was blasted flying straight toward Lu Fenghuo’s direction. Its lid shattered apart, and a tiny, glistening, translucent pearl tumbled out from inside, flying in an arc straight into Lu Fenghuo’s open mouth.

Lu Fenghuo choked so violently he nearly lost his life.

What on earth had he just swallowed?