When I Mistook My Arch-Rival for My Dao Companion - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The cultivation world’s classification of demon strength was extremely clear. A demon cultivator in the Golden Core stage could assume human form and be called a “Demon Lord.” One in the Nascent Soul stage could become a Demon King of a territory. A demon cultivator in the Spirit Severing stage was a Demon Venerable. Finally, a demon whose cultivation had reached the peak of Spirit Severing and possessed their own independent domain could be called a “Demon Emperor.”

If this Demon Venerable Wenren Qian were truly just an ordinary Spirit Severing stage demon cultivator, it wouldn’t be so bad; there wouldn’t be a situation where the vast cultivation world lacked a single person with the combat power to fight him.

Wenren Qian called himself a Demon Venerable and moved with mysterious traces, suddenly appearing before the world. However, every time he acted, his reputation grew louder. It was said that his strength had long surpassed the current four Demon Emperors, and he was very likely to be the first demon in thousands of years to be crowned Emperor and lead the entire demon race.

Yet, somehow, a powerful demon like this had formed a grudge with him—the number one person of the Immortal Sects—eight hundred years ago. The two had fought many times, finally ending with Demon Venerable Wenren Qian being sealed in Wuying Mountain five hundred years ago.

This marked the most resounding victory for the Immortal Sects in nearly a thousand years, announcing the end of the era of demon dominance.

This battle of immense loss seemed like a victory for Immortal Venerable Qingchen, but Fu Guzhou, who was now quite clear about his own body, felt that might not be the case.

Paying a massive price and even losing his life-bond spiritual sword undoubtedly proved that his strength was still lacking compared to the Demon Venerable, which was why he had to sacrifice his sword. Furthermore, records showed that Immortal Venerable Qingchen rarely appeared in public after the battle at Wuying Mountain five hundred years ago. Did this not suggest, in a roundabout way, that he had been severely injured?

Perhaps he had been nursing his wounds for several hundred years, how was he supposed to fight now?

Fu Guzhou was worried, but as the former “Number One Combat Power,” he really couldn’t back down.

Even with incomplete memories, Fu Guzhou knew that demons were extremely vengeful, valued freedom, and hated restraint. Since he failed to kill the opponent back then and only trapped him in Wuying Mountain, he should have been prepared for retaliation. The first thing the opponent would do upon coming out would surely be to find him—the enemy who sealed him.

To put it simply, Fu Guzhou was destined to face this sooner or later, and he feared there was no escape.

Wuying Mountain.

Inside the cliff.

Countless silver lights vibrated again and again. The silver lights, which resembled chains, even developed cracks under the vibrations. It seemed this seal wouldn’t take much longer to break.

A man in black robes smiled with satisfaction. He looked at the man imprisoned by countless chains and trapped in Wuying Mountain, bowing respectfully as he said, “Lord Demon Venerable, the seal is nearly broken.”

The man who had been trapped in Wuying Mountain for a full five hundred years, his demonic energy washed daily by astral winds, slightly lifted his head, revealing a handsome face that was almost eerie.

The black-robed man first noticed the other’s eyes—a pair of eyes so dark and lightless that no luster could be seen. However, the moment the other lifted his head, the black-robed man thought he saw a flash of azure light in a daze.

The man’s face was partially hidden in the shadows. The black-robed man could clearly see the hand propping up his chin but could not glimpse his true appearance. A distance of one hundred meters was the limit; if he got any closer, he feared he would become just another pile of white bones in Wuying Mountain.

After watching for a while, the man called Demon Venerable, dressed in a black and red robe, leaned back. He closed his eyes lazily, resting one hand on a stone, and no longer paid any attention to the black-robed man.

“L-Lord?”

There was no answer. After a long silence, a thin layer of sweat had formed on the black-robed man’s body. Just as he wanted to retreat, the person at the center of the mountain range finally spoke: “Little demon, what is it you want?”

“Lord Demon Venerable, this little demon simply wishes to set you free.”

“Nothing more?”

“Of course. This little demon is merely indignant that a great figure like you was sealed here by the Daoist sects. Your demonic power is boundless, you should be slaughtering in all directions. If I could follow you, this little demon would not hesitate even at ten thousand deaths.”

Slender fingers lightly tapped the stone surface, seemingly pondering the truth of these words.

“That sounds truly touching. However, little demon, do you know…”

“Your heart betrayed you.”

In that instant, the black-robed man’s first thought was to flee!

However, following those words, a vigorous demonic power spread out, ignoring the astral winds, and suddenly surged toward the black-robed man.

The black-robed man hurriedly threw out a magical treasure to defend, but it was completely useless!

Soon, after a scream, the scent of blood filled the air. Wenren Qian then slowly opened his eyes; they were a deep, profound azure, sinister and deep enough to suck in one’s soul. The place where the black-robed man had stood was now reduced to a pool of blood.

“Ice Bone Curse, Rootless Flower, Jinqi Fire… quite a lavish display. Although I don’t know why you’ve painstakingly helped this Venerable break the seal early, I should still thank you for your hard work. It has brought the day I cut down that Qingchen brat one step closer.”

“Fu Guzhou! I hope you’re ready to come and seek your death.”

A calm voice echoed faintly in Wuying Mountain, but the owner of the voice currently had a face full of grim malice, with even a bloodthirsty smile at the corners of his lips.

The emergence of the old monster from the seal was imminent. No matter how much Fu Guzhou didn’t want to go or how slowly he moved, he finally arrived at Wuying Mountain three days later.

By this time, many great masters of the Daoist sects had gathered around Wuying Mountain, preparing to capture him the moment he broke through the seal.

Demon Venerable Wenren Qian indeed possessed profound demonic power and was considered one of the most difficult great demons to deal with today. But by the same token, he had been sealed in Wuying Mountain for five hundred years. In those five hundred years, they had become stronger, while Wenren Qian—sealed under the mountain and having his demonic power washed daily by astral winds—would be lucky if his power hadn’t regressed. How was he supposed to fight them?

Upon suddenly seeing Fu Guzhou’s arrival, they were actually a bit displeased.

Many people were still dissatisfied with Immortal Venerable Qingchen’s title as the “Number One Combat Power.” What truly earned him recognition from both the righteous and demonic paths was this very battle at Wuying Mountain. Many people were eyeing the opportunity to use Wenren Qian’s name to make themselves famous. But before Wenren Qian had even fully emerged from the seal, Fu Guzhou had shown up. How were they supposed to play now?

Of course, there were also righteous individuals who came solely for the sake of the common people; they were very pleased to see Fu Guzhou.

Regardless of what they thought privately, the moment this group saw Fu Guzhou, it was “greetings to Immortal Venerable Qingchen” this and “greetings to Immortal Venerable Qingchen” that. Just the exchange of pleasantries lasted as long as it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Fu Guzhou, who didn’t need to smile and only needed to nod coldly, was very grateful for the persona his pre-amnesiac self had established. Otherwise, his face would have stiffened from smiling.

Compared to the relaxed attitude of his allies, Fu Guzhou’s heart was in his throat as he observed the movements of Wuying Mountain.

In his eyes, Wuying Mountain was nowhere near as peaceful as they saw. A terrifying power was gathering within the mountain range, even frantically absorbing the mountain’s energy. The silver chains intended to suppress the opponent were growing dimmer and dimmer, covered in cracks. Fu Guzhou felt the chains could snap at any moment.

If it were just that, it might be fine, but the issue was that the astral winds intended to wash away demonic power were still there, yet the sword acting as the seal’s core was gone.

That was his life-bond spiritual treasure. If the opponent were to snap his life-bond treasure, he feared he might perform a three-liter blood-spitting act before the battle even started.

How was he supposed to fight?

Fu Guzhou tried to perceive the Demon Venerable’s situation in advance. However, even when he spread out his divine sense, he could only see a mass of fiery red power growing larger and larger, while the white power trying to encase the red sphere grew thinner.

It seemed the seal wouldn’t hold for even another hour.

Fu Guzhou tried to silently connect to that white power to reinforce the seal, but his power was cut off before it could even get close.

No wonder this crowd was just watching and not intervening early—it was because the field here was completely chaotic. It was no longer something they could forcibly interfere with. Otherwise, they could have simply re-sealed Wenren Qian before he came out; why would so many powerful figures move with such fanfare?

Clearly, Fu Guzhou had still underestimated this Demon Venerable. In less than an hour, the seal suddenly collapsed. A powerful force erupted upward, and the dense demonic energy instantly leveled the entire Wuying Mountain.

The powerful demonic energy caused many people to bleed from their seven orifices. At the center of the force, after the dust settled, the arrogant and unbridled face of a man was revealed. He looked directly at Fu Guzhou, who was at the very center of the crowd, and chuckled: “Immortal Venerable Qingchen, it’s been a long time. This Venerable has missed you dearly.”

The way the man’s gaze carried a murderous and bloodthirsty aura didn’t look like he missed Fu Guzhou at all. If one had to describe it, it was likely the vicious gaze of someone wanting to skin him alive and pull out his tendons.

Fu Guzhou, the person involved, found it a bit difficult to describe his current mood. The moment he clearly saw the man’s appearance, he only felt a sense of bewildered loss, and his heart and soul shook violently. This feeling was seventy or eighty percent similar to the ‘love at first sight’ described in storybooks!

But this response from the soul was definitely not something that could be summarized by a crude love at first sight. That sense of entanglement, combined with the companion sword in his hand, made Fu Guzhou instantly certain that the person before him was his Dao companion.

So the question was: Why did he lock his own Dao companion under Wuying Mountain?

And his Dao companion currently seemed very much like he wanted to stab him several times. How should he save himself?

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