The Wicked Disciple Has Fallen Into Demonic Possession, And The Master Can No Longer Withstand It! - Chapter 7

“Whether you did it or not, do you not know the truth yourself, Demon Lord?”

Yan Jue arched an eyebrow while showing no fear. He was not afraid of poison. Having spent three years in the lower realm specializing in medicine, he had studied toxicology extensively. The common poisons available on the market could not harm him. If by some chance he actually lost his life, it did not matter much. He had a system, after all. He could simply restart it and respawn, which might even be a way to escape his current predicament.

As for drugs like Spring Passion Incense, he had already experienced that ordeal the night before. This fellow surely would not subject him to the same thing twice. Therefore, even if this was unexpected, he told himself there was nothing to fear.

Hearing this, a strange expression flashed across Qi Yelan’s face while he maintained a faint smile. “Of course I know.”

Before Yan Jue could decipher the meaning behind those words, a sudden burning sensation surged from his abdomen.

“Ah! Ha”

Yan Jue cried out in shock while staring in disbelief at Qi Yelan’s meaningful face. He watched as his skin began to turn a deep red from his palms to his neck, inch by inch, as if he were being consumed by a plague.

“What did you”

Before he could finish his sentence, he was already half kneeling on the ground while gasping for air with great difficulty. Qi Yelan slowly stood up and walked over before crouching down in front of him.

“Do you believe me now?”

“Despicable!”

Yan Jue’s face was flushed red, yet he managed to squeeze those words through his teeth. His voice was not particularly loud while carrying zero threat to the man before him.

Qi Yelan continued to smile. “Despicable? Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the Demon Race?”

Yan Jue could not answer. He lowered his head while attempting to activate his internal mental cultivation. Sensing the moment was right, he quickly drew a talisman from the inner layers of his clothing and struck out at the nearby Qi Yelan.

Qi Yelan clearly had not expected this move while his body lurched backward. His pupils constricted sharply as he looked at the bloodstain on his palm. He had instinctively raised his hand to block the strike, but it had still wounded his palm.

This person actually dared to lay a hand on him? Knowing he was the Demon Lord, he still dared to strike? Was he seeking death? Truly, he was a disobedient vessel.

After Qi Yelan was pushed back by the talisman, Yan Jue endured the discomfort in his stomach and stood up. The burning sensation was present, but it had not reached the point of rendering him immobile. He took several steps back to create distance while pinching another talisman between his fingers, staying alert.

Qi Yelan flicked away the beads of blood from his wound while letting out a frustrated, angry laugh. “You have quite the courage while still having strength left.”

Yan Jue sensed the danger. Every time the other man took a step forward, he took a step back. He had taken a risk, and it was only at that specific distance and opportunity that he could land such a hit. It was a pity he had not struck the man’s face. If he could have stuck the Demon Subduing Talisman directly onto the demon’s forehead, he could have temporarily paralyzed Qi Yelan’s movements.

In his previous life when his cultivation was at its peak, Yan Jue possessed all the spells of the immortal sects, including various secret mantras and talismans. Some could be used even without spiritual power, but he could not use most of them in front of Qi Yelan. Qi Yelan was his personal disciple while being intimately familiar with his techniques. Only the Demon Subduing moves had never been taught to him. Yan Jue felt fortunate for that, but his current situation was still dire.

Soon he was backed into a corner. Watching the turbid energy surrounding Qi Yelan as he approached, Yan Jue’s heart was in his throat while he tightly gripped the talisman, ready to throw it.

“Do not come any closer.”

Qi Yelan remained expressionless while his pace did not falter. “Do you think you can do anything to me with that piece of paper?”

“Do not force me”

Yan Jue bit his lip while his voice trembled. Then, as if he had made a final resolution, he pressed his index and middle fingers together and moved them toward his own life point.

“What are you doing?” Qi Yelan’s brow furrowed.

Yan Jue pressed firmly against his own throat while his face immediately turned a deep shade of purple. He raised his eyes to glare at Qi Yelan. “Stay back.”

Qi Yelan had not intended to push him this far. Seeing the boy attempting to seek death, his tone softened slightly. “I will not use you for nothing, so there is no need to be in such a hurry to die. As far as I know, your life in the Danyang Sect has not been pleasant these years. If you are willing to be used by me, I can grant any request you have. Even if it is to kill them, I can do that.”