He Transmigrated Into The Body Of A Demonic Sect Leader And Fell In Love With The Male Lead - Chapter 5

The moment the sacred relic entered his mouth, it dissolved into a warm current that surged straight toward his Dantian. Before Lu Fenghuo even had time to react, he had swallowed a bizarre object.

Right at that juncture, Liu Dongnian activated his lightness skills and fled.

Lu Fenghuo could not afford distractions and immediately gave chase. However, Liu Dongnian’s speed was extraordinary, and taking advantage of the moment when everyone was caught off guard, Lu Fenghuo failed to catch up in time.

Lu Fenghuo turned around and walked back.

His young disciple’s bitter blood feud was, at best, only half-resolved. Lu Fenghuo surveyed the ground of the Evil Wind Stronghold, where a cluster of bodies lay scattered about. With the sole exception of Liu Dongnian, virtually all of his little disciple’s enemies were accounted for.

Even Zhao Fan lay among the fallen.

Those on the ground were either dead or severely wounded, all of them prominent figures within the Evil Wind Stronghold. As for the ordinary lackeys of the stronghold, the moment they caught sight of the demonic monk, they had scattered in every direction and fled down the mountain.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. One of the top three evil cults in Luoyang, the Evil Wind Stronghold, was thoroughly disbanded from this day onward.

Lu Fenghuo walked over to his young disciple and said with a touch of regret, “Liu Dongnian got away; I failed to keep him here.”

Shen Yuansi, however, replied, “Master saved my life, took me in as a disciple, and brought me here to exact revenge. Yuansi is already endlessly grateful. As for the remaining person, Liu Dongnian, it is better if this disciple settles the score with him personally in the future.”

With those words, Shen Yuansi lowered his gaze, quietly staring at the half-dead members of the Evil Wind Stronghold scattered all around. Ever since his parents perished one after another three days ago, Shen Yuansi had been forced to bear such a towering blood debt despite his tender youth.

He had never abandoned his quest for vengeance, and a heavy stone had remained lodged in his heart throughout.

Even after Lu Fenghuo accepted him as a disciple, Shen Yuansi had harbored constant fears, wondering if this was merely a passing whim on Lu Fenghuo’s part. What if Lu Fenghuo found him troublesome, or decided his aptitude was too low and cast him aside?

He had never truly trusted Lu Fenghuo.

Until this very moment.

Until the members of the Evil Wind Stronghold, those filthy and vile enemies, lay helpless upon the ground like fish on a cutting board.

Only then did Shen Yuansi finally exhale.

Some heavy burden seemed to lift from his chest. As he finished speaking, Shen Yuansi felt a deep sense of release. Faintly, he recalled the night three days ago engulfed in towering flames, when his mother lay amidst the sea of fire and waved her hand, urging him to flee quickly.

His mother had said, “My son Yuansi, you must live on well!”

Looking back now, if his mother had a spirit in heaven, she surely would not wish for him to spend the remainder of his life drowning in hatred. With that realization, Shen Yuansi raised his head and flashed a brilliant smile toward Lu Fenghuo.

Lu Fenghuo wore a baffled expression.

He reached out to touch Shen Yuansi’s forehead and muttered with puzzlement, “He’s not running a fever either. This kid is truly bizarre; why is he suddenly smiling so silly?”

Shen Yuansi glared at him.

Shen Yuansi slapped his hand away with a swat.

The matter settled, Lu Fenghuo suddenly recalled that he seemed to have swallowed something earlier. Raising his head, he spotted the demonic monk walking over in his direction.

The demonic monk halted in front of Lu Fenghuo.

The two stared at each other in mutual silence, the atmosphere turning somewhat awkward for a moment.

“You, how do you feel after swallowing the sacred relic?” The demonic monk’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his appearance radiating a wild yet seductive vibe. His gaze was curious, as if studying some fascinating specimen while inspecting Lu Fenghuo from head to toe.

Lu Fenghuo answered truthfully, “I don’t feel anything in particular. That thing was warm, and right now it should be resting around my Dantian.”

The demonic monk extended a hand, attempting to probe Lu Fenghuo’s meridians.

Lu Fenghuo permitted the inspection openly and without hesitation.

After all, the character of the demonic monk was hardly a malicious one. Contrary to his nickname, he possessed a strong sense of justice, far superior to certain sanctimonious hypocrites of the righteous path.

Thus, Lu Fenghuo had no fear of any underhanded tricks.

After a moment, the demonic monk withdrew his hand with an impassive expression. Seeing his silent demeanor made it clear to Lu Fenghuo that extracting this object from his body would prove quite difficult for the time being.

“What on earth is this thing?” Lu Fenghuo asked.

“A sarira,” the demonic monk replied.

A sarira? You mean that solid crystalline residue left behind in the ashes after a high-ranking Buddhist monk is cremated and buried? No way, could he really be this unlucky?

Lu Fenghuo nearly gagged on the spot.

His face fell completely, etched with utter disbelief as he spun around to search his surroundings for clean water. He was fully prepared to induce vomiting; no matter what it took, he was going to fish that thing out!

The demonic monk stood watching in silence.

The demonic monk’s secular name was Fu Yunming. At that moment, seeming to divine Lu Fenghuo’s thoughts, Fu Yunming offered a helpless explanation, “This is not an ordinary sarira; it is a heart-lotus Buddhist bead left behind by a past eminent monk. It is completely clean.”

Only then did Lu Fenghuo halt his movements, wearing an expression of profound relief.

What a relief.

This heart-lotus Buddhist bead was a sacred Buddhist treasure revered for centuries, imbued with supreme Buddhist teachings, though no one knew the proper method to utilize it.

Fu Yunming was equally clueless regarding its specific usage.

Having entered Lu Fenghuo’s body, the heart-lotus Buddhist bead seemed right at home, and currently its traces were completely undetectable. Fu Yunming feared that attempting a forceful extraction might destroy the bead’s efficacy.

The matter would likely require returning to consult ancient texts.

With this thought, Fu Yunming concluded that keeping Lu Fenghuo by his side for the foreseeable future was the wisest course of action; otherwise, should any mishap befall the Buddhist bead or should Lu Fenghuo encounter danger, neither outcome was something Fu Yunming wished to see happen.

Until a proper method to extract the heart-lotus Buddhist bead could be found, Fu Yunming refused to let Lu Fenghuo leave. As it happened, Lu Fenghuo was equally keen to extract the object; after all, keeping an unknown entity lodged inside one’s body felt deeply unsettling.

The two reached an immediate consensus.

The trio exchanged names.

Lu Fenghuo had nowhere particular to go next. Having descended the mountain from the demonic sect with the original intention of wandering the Jianghu, he had lacked any fixed destination. Now that such an unexpected turn of events had occurred, Lu Fenghuo naturally chose to travel alongside Fu Yunming.

As for Shen Yuansi, with his parents both deceased and Lu Fenghuo as his sole master, he naturally followed wherever his master went.

The three of them were effectively bound together.

Since Lu Fenghuo was entirely indifferent to their next destination, the decision fell to Fu Yunming. Having operated in the Jianghu recently, Fu Yunming had frequently encountered a mysterious cult that actively suppressed him or competed with him for secret manuals and weapons. The members of this cult publicly claimed to be disciples of the demonic sect, the Mirror Moon Palace.

Fu Yunming had sensed that something was amiss.

Refusing to take those claims at face value, he conducted his own independent investigation, unearthing some clues not long ago. The members of this mysterious cult were heavily scattered across various corners of the Jianghu.

For instance, a member of their faction happened to reside within the Dragon Chant Stronghold.

The Dragon Chant Stronghold ranked second among the three major evil cults of Luoyang.

The Evil Wind Stronghold they had just wiped out earlier ranked third among the same group.

Fu Yunming’s true objective for this trip was actually the Dragon Chant Stronghold; he hoped to use it as a stepping stone to investigate the mysterious cult operating in the Jianghu. However, upon arriving in Luoyang, he had happened to recall the sacred Buddhist relic, leading him first to the Evil Wind Stronghold to retrieve it.

He simply hadn’t anticipated these unexpected complications.

To uncover the true background of the mysterious cult, Fu Yunming had to investigate the Dragon Chant Stronghold in search of leads. Yet as an evil cult, the Dragon Chant Stronghold was notoriously xenophobic; resorting to brute force would likely yield zero information.

Fu Yunming decided to infiltrate them covertly.

As fellow evil cults and members of the Luoyang trio, the Dragon Chant Stronghold and the Evil Wind Stronghold held mutual contempt for one another. However, as peers in the same line of work, they generally avoided pushing each other to the point of annihilation.

Maintaining appearances was still necessary.

Moreover, looming above them both stood the undisputed number one evil cult in Luoyang. If the two smaller cults engaged in a mutual slaughter, the top cult would inevitably reap all the benefits. Consequently, over the years, the three major evil cults had maintained an uneasy peace.

Yet mutual resentment festered beneath the surface.

Capitalizing on this animosity, Fu Yunming had captured a dozen half-dead members of the Evil Wind Stronghold and hauled them directly to the doorstep of the Dragon Chant Stronghold, hoping to buy his way into a position within their ranks and secure a firm foothold.

Fu Yunming had changed into gray monastic robes and applied a light disguise, making his appearance thoroughly unremarkable. As for Lu Fenghuo, he required no modification whatsoever; his current face, tossed into any crowd, would blend right in, which is commonly known as a generic public face.

That left only Shen Yuansi, who remained a mere youth.

Their trio looked utterly harmless.

At present, the three of them stood within the courtyard of the Dragon Chant Stronghold, each looking more ordinary and plain than the last. Yet arrayed before them lay over a dozen bound members of the Evil Wind Stronghold.

Fu Yunming cupped his fists in a formal salute and said, “Respected leaders, my brother and I have roamed the Jianghu for a long time, but as the days pass, we yearn for a place to settle down. We wish to join the Dragon Chant Stronghold, and today we offer this generous gift as a token of our sincerity. We earnestly hope the leaders will grant us approval.”

Lu Fenghuo and Shen Yuansi echoed the salute side by side.

The Dragon Chant Stronghold was governed by three chieftains, the principal decision-makers. At this moment, all three sat upon the grand master chairs atop the raised platform in the courtyard, looking down imperiously at everyone below.

The First Chieftain was a middle-aged man around forty years old, sitting expressionlessly. Even upon seeing the captured Evil Wind Stronghold members on the ground, his emotional state remained unruffled, suggesting a deep and steady composure.

The Second Chieftain appeared quite young, resembling a handsome scholar. He sat upright in his chair, delicately holding a cup of tea with refined and elegant movements. His presence was remarkably understated, and from start to finish he had uttered not a single word nor made any gesture.

The Third Chieftain was a bulky, burly man with a face full of rugged flesh. Compared to his two peers, the Third Chieftain appeared far more straightforward, wearing every emotion openly on his face. Spotting the Evil Wind Stronghold members on the ground, he immediately slapped his thighs in delight and roared in a booming voice, “I agree!”

The First Chieftain looked exasperated.

The Second Chieftain maintained his silence.

Did they even bother asking for our opinions?

Whenever the stronghold faced matters of significance, the First Chieftain traditionally made the final call, and today was no exception. Giving a dry cough, the First Chieftain surveyed the three outsiders before asking, “What is the relationship between the three of you?”

A monk, a swordsman, and a youth.

No matter how one looked at it, the combination was bizarre.

This question momentarily stumped Fu Yunming and his companions. Prior to this, the three of them had been total strangers to one another, meaning they naturally had not rehearsed any backstory.

Consequently.

Fu Yunming pointed at Lu Fenghuo, “This is my younger brother.”

Simultaneously, Lu Fenghuo pointed at Shen Yuansi, “This is my child.”

Fu Yunming was left speechless.

Promoted a generation up for no reason?

Where on earth did this sudden nephew come from?