The Wicked Disciple Has Fallen Into Demonic Possession, And The Master Can No Longer Withstand It! - Chapter 11

Yan Jue replied sheepishly, “It is indeed I. Does the lady know me?”

Feng Ling smiled. “Naturally.” She leaned in with a mysterious air. “Actually, I frequently wander around your Danyang Sect. You must have seen me before.”

“Is that so?” Yan Jue studied her face again but did not find her familiar at all.

“Wait a moment.”

Feng Ling spun around, and in the next heartbeat, she transformed from an extravagantly dressed female demon into a young girl holding a flower basket.

“Is this more familiar now?” Feng Ling asked. “Demons possess magic so we can change our appearances.”

Yan Jue immediately remembered. “You, you are Lady Ling’er, the one who delivers herbs to the Danyang Sect every day!”

“That is me. Otherwise, who else would be free enough to walk those long mountain paths every day just to deliver herbs?”

Yan Jue felt a bitter smile tugging at his lips. He was that person. To accumulate Longevity Coins, he had to work from dawn until dusk while going down the mountain to practice medicine and save lives. It seemed he and Feng Ling were actually in the same trade because both spent their days gathering herbs to help others.

Yan Jue asked, “But why do you deliver medicine?”

Feng Ling patted the pouch at her waist and tilted her head while looking at Yan Jue as if he were a fool. “To earn money, of course! Without money, how am I supposed to go down the mountain and buy food?”

“Demons need money?” Yan Jue was utterly shocked.

Since ancient times, humanity’s perception of demons had been terrible. Demon was synonymous with every imaginable evil. This was the first time he had heard of a demon paying for goods. Did they not usually just snatch whatever they wanted? He had noticed that reports of demonic looting had decreased in recent years.

Feng Ling explained, “Actually, before the Demon Lord arrived, we indeed did not need to pay. But things are different now. The Demon Lord forbids us from causing trouble, so we can only earn wealth like humans do.”

Yan Jue nodded thoughtfully. So this was how Qi Yelan managed the Demon Race. No wonder there were fewer incidents lately. The man truly had not forgotten the teachings Yan Jue had given him in the past.

Before he knew it, Feng Ling had led him to the mouth of the cave. She gently turned a mechanism hidden in a stone, and the wall slowly slid open to reveal the world outside. Yan Jue rushed out impatiently. When he turned back to look, he saw only a solid mountain wall. Where was the entrance?

Seeing his confusion, Feng Ling explained, “Only demons can enter this place. Ordinary people cannot see it or get inside. However, you now carry the Demon Lord’s mark. As long as you walk forward, you will be able to see the stone gate.”

Yan Jue nodded, though he did not tell her that he never wanted to set foot in that place again for as long as he lived.

“Then, may we never meet again.”

With that, Yan Jue turned and hurried down the mountain without looking back. He did not dare linger. Even if he had temporarily escaped Qi Yelan, he still had to deal with the Senior Brother of the Danyang Sect. He had to get away quickly.

The daytime was clear of poisonous mists, and he was well acquainted with the mountain paths. He sprinted all the way to the Mountain God Temple on the west side of town. Technically, there was a temple of his own nearby, the Qingyan Water God Temple. But because of the persistent drought, people no longer believed in the so-called Water God. His temple had been vandalized and smashed into a wreck, making it impossible to stay there.

Thus, he had come to this temple. Back in the heavens, he had been on good terms with Lu Wu, the Mountain God. They were colleagues. Lu Wu managed the solar terms, and Yan Jue managed the rainfall. Because of Yan Jue’s fall, the offerings at Lu Wu’s temple had suffered slightly, but it was nothing compared to the complete ruin of his own.

Entering the temple, Yan Jue first pressed his palms together and bowed. Seeing no one around, he snatched a bruised banana from the altar and sat on the ground.

“I am exhausted. I am borrowing a banana to calm my nerves.”

The moment he spoke, the golden eyes of Lu Wu’s statue seemed to flash in response. Fortunately, the banana was just old. The skin was black, but the inside was white. Yan Jue peeled it and stuffed it into his mouth while lamenting his hard life. To be a banished immortal hiding in someone else’s temple just to borrow a bite to eat, surely no other god was as miserable as him.

As he was sighing, a footstep suddenly sounded beside him. He instinctively moved to hide, but as he turned, a pair of luxurious silk robes entered his field of vision.

“Look who we have here. Our Immortal Qingyan, hiding in a place like this?”

Hearing that familiar voice, Yan Jue snapped his head up. Sure enough, a familiar face met his gaze. It was that fellow, Lu Wu. The deity had golden eyes and, in his human form, looked like an elegant, jade-like young master. Yan Jue could not help but feel a pang of envy, but he was also surprised. “Why are you here?”

He usually never saw the man, yet Lu Wu was remarkably quick to show up now that Yan Jue was making a fool of himself. Lu Wu tilted his head with a brow arching. “I came to see which bold fellow dared to steal the offerings from my altar.”