Chapter 025: The Demon Lord of a Hundred Bones

When Zhou Nongshan heard Guan Zijie mention the name of the Abyssal Demon Lord Qin Xuanxi, his interest was immediately piqued. For young disciples of the immortal sects like them, figures of Qin Xuanxi's caliber from the demon path were only seen in cultivation textbooks.

Duan Ling was the first to speak to Guan Zijie. “I’ve heard that Qin Xuanxi, the Abyssal Demon Lord, is presently the leader of the Brahma Abyss Sect. Her powers are unfathomable, commanding tens of thousands of demon disciples. Even the Immortal Lords of our sects dare not provoke her lightly.”

“May I ask, elder, what reason compels you to suddenly form this alliance to campaign against her?”

Guan Zijie replied, “In my youth, I apprenticed in the Holy Heaven Sect, and received their kindness.”

“But just a few months ago, that cruel demoness Qin Xuanxi massacred the Holy Heaven Sect. From the sect leader to the elders, and all seven thousand disciples present, not a single soul survived!”

“Such inhuman slaughter is utterly appalling!”

He let out a heavy sigh. “What angers me even more is that after this demoness exterminated the Holy Heaven Sect, not a single immortal sect dared step forward to seek justice for them.”

“All of them, terrified by Qin Xuanxi’s ruthless ways, chose not to oppose her openly. Watching their fellow sect members fall victim to her cruelty, they all remained silent.”

“Though my cultivation is shallow and my status humble, I cannot—having received Holy Heaven’s kindness—allow my conscience to ignore this, nor remain silent in the face of such tragedy!”

The more Guan Zijie spoke, the more impassioned he became. He finally stood up, leaning on his cane.

“They all fear that demoness, not even daring to speak ill of her in private, but I refuse to be afraid.”

“Even if she stood before me at this moment, though I couldn’t defeat her, before she killed me I’d dare to curse her loudly, and spit in her face.”

“Not for myself, but for the countless innocents slain by her hand, and for the righteous cause of the immortal sects!”

His fervent and indignant words moved not only himself, but also the three young cultivators—Duan Ling among them.

Duan Ling immediately stood, righteous and resolute. “Well spoken, for the cause of the immortal sects! Elder, count me, Duan Ling, in your campaign against the demoness. For the sake of our sects, for justice for the innocent souls slain by her, I am willing to shed every drop of blood in my body!”

Seeing this, Chen Huaiyin also rose. “Count me, Chen Huaiyin, in as well. Though my cultivation is slight and I may not be of much help, I am willing to be the vanguard for the cause of the immortal sects!”

“And… count me, Zhou Nongshan, too!” Zhou Nongshan declared as he stuffed goose meat into his mouth.

For Zhou Nongshan, the so-called righteous cause of the immortal sects weighed as much as the savoring of fine food.

Yet none of these three passionate youths nor the “master of oration” Guan Zijie realized that the demoness they vowed to campaign against was right before them.

In fact, even if Qin Xuanxi stood up now and told them she was the infamous demoness who murdered so many, none of them would believe it.

How could the demoness Qin Xuanxi possibly be a young woman tending to a roadside tea stall? Not even the most sensational storyteller could invent such a ludicrous tale.

At this moment, Song Ye was furtively observing Qin Xuanxi’s expression.

These people had openly declared their intention to unite against her—would she not strike first and root them out?

Yet Qin Xuanxi remained composed, seemingly with no intention to act.

Truth be told, since the group from Moon Gathering Sect entered, she had not exchanged a single word with any of them. Perhaps she felt no need to engage, or simply disdained it.

In Qin Xuanxi’s eyes, the members of Moon Gathering Sect and Guan Zijie were no more than ants. Whether a few or a whole swarm of ants banded together to campaign against her, it was nothing worth her time—a mere joke.

Seeing the three young men volunteer for his alliance, Guan Zijie grew even more excited.

“In the past month, I have visited countless sects, pleading with them to join me in opposing the demoness. I even knelt before them, but all refused.”

“I was disheartened, disappointed in the immortal sects, feeling there was no hope left for us.”

“But now, seeing you, my confidence in the future is restored. The future of the immortal sects lies in young cultivators like you, willing to sacrifice for the greater good and unafraid of the demon lords!”

Duan Ling immediately echoed, “It is our duty!”

“Excellent, excellent!” Guan Zijie exclaimed, tapping his cane three times against the floor, each strike resounding.

Suddenly, a violent earthquake shook the ground—the entire tea stall trembled.

Song Ye thought it was the iron cavalry of Yan State advancing to attack.

He did not know that Qin Xuanxi had already ordered her subordinates to intercept the hundred thousand strong Yan cavalry, diverting them along a new route.

Soon, they realized the tremors originated beneath the ground. The earth before the tea stall surged like waves, and a massive brown toad burst forth from underground.

Everyone inside the tea stall, including Qin Xuanxi, turned to look at the enormous toad.

The moment it appeared, Qin Xuanxi’s lips moved. Had Song Ye been able to read lips, he would have seen her utter a name—Bone Hundred Demon Lord.

But at that moment, Guan Zijie and the young cultivators from Moon Gathering Sect were unaware of any connection between this brown toad and the Bone Hundred Demon Lord.

Duan Ling asked Guan Zijie, “Elder, what kind of beast is this toad?!”

Guan Zijie squinted and replied, “According to the Illustrated Compendium of Demonic Beasts, this is likely the Three-Eyed Giant Toad, a fifth-tier beast—high-level. Everyone, take care!”

Hearing the name Three-Eyed Giant Toad, Duan Ling and the others noticed the toad’s third eye set in its brow.

Suddenly, the toad opened its mouth wide and spat out a person.

Everyone stared. The figure spewed forth was bare-chested, wearing only black shorts, tall and muscular, with hair the color of blood.

Most striking of all, his forehead bore a black skull imprint.

Upon seeing that skull mark, Guan Zijie broke out in cold sweat, his whole body trembling.

“B-Bone Hundred Demon Lord!”