Chapter 98: Deception

The black wolf’s fur bristled as it roared, “I have dwelled deep within these mountains, seldom venturing out, yet I know well that the southern lands are falling into chaos. All of this stems from the hypocrisy of beings like you. Do not be smug—for sooner or later, a great demon will rise, and then it will be your turn to weep.”

With that, it cast a long, sorrowful gaze over the mountain ranges, where many of its kin had been slain. Grief surged within it, prompting a thunderous roar as immense demonic energy burst forth. A streak of spiritual light then flew from its body, wavering briefly in the air before vanishing into the underworld below.

Red Brow furrowed his brow, uneasy. He had not anticipated such decisiveness from the old demon, who, without reaching a desperate end, had abandoned its corporeal form and sent its spirit into the underworld. Red Brow had intended to slowly wear down the ancient demon, exhausting it step by step until it could no longer resist, and then strike decisively. Yet this unorthodox move disrupted his plan.

Surveying the fiery chaos below, where demons roamed, Red Brow knew the old demon dared not enter the underworld here, fearing its body would be attacked. Should it find a safer place, its spirit might escape too far. For now, he could only hope that Yi Fan could hold the demon spirit at bay.

A twinge of anxiety gripped Red Brow. Though the old demon had forsaken its body, its spirit alone retained half its power—still at the third level of the ‘Tongshen’ realm. How could a mere first-level ‘Tongshen’ cultivator possibly withstand it?

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Within the underworld, Yi Fan stood alert, cautiously scanning his surroundings. He did not stray far, choosing to wait in this place. Unpredictable and strange things might lurk in the nether realm; losing his way or encountering powerful demons would spell untold misery.

Even cultivators at the ‘Returning Elixir’ stage dared not wander the underworld lightly. They typically carried protective talismans and seldom stayed long once they descended into this realm.

Suddenly, a ripple disturbed the void nearby, as if a tear had been rent in the fabric of space. A spiritual light shot forth, circling in the air before descending and transforming into a massive black wolf.

Such dense demonic aura—truly a formidable beast.

Yi Fan's heart stirred. This had to be the old demon Red Brow mentioned. He hadn’t expected it to truly abandon its flesh and retreat into the underworld. Judging by its spirit, it remained strong and relatively undamaged.

A third-level ‘Tongshen’ demon spirit was indeed formidable.

Though unaware of the events above, Yi Fan could not simply watch it escape.

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Without hesitation, Yi Fan leapt forward, his body floating as he sped toward the spirit. In the underworld, he could not carry talismans but relied solely on secret arts. Among his techniques, ‘Palm Thunder’ was the most lethal.

Seizing the moment as the demon spirit adapted to this realm, Yi Fan unleashed a ‘Palm Thunder’ without hesitation. The underworld’s chill surged as thunder crashed, forcing the wolf spirit to stagger backward.

The black wolf was meditating, having just stabilized its spirit. It barely had time to survey its surroundings before sensing imminent danger. A fierce thunderbolt struck it. Too late to dodge, it clenched its teeth, trembled violently, and howled into the sky. A cloud of demonic energy erupted, forming a misty shield before it.

Boom.

The mist dispersed, and the lightning weakened, residual sparks flickering on the black wolf’s form before fading.

Ignoring the turmoil within its spirit, the wolf looked up and saw a figure rapidly approaching—it must be the source of the thunder. Enraged, it snarled, “A mere first-level ‘Tongshen’ cultivator dares challenge me? I will devour your spirit and scatter your soul, never to be reborn.”

After being forced into the underworld by that shameless red-bearded cultivator in the mortal realm, only to be attacked upon arrival, the old demon’s fury was uncontainable despite its desperate flight.

Had the attacker been of equal rank, the demon might have fled without looking back. But how could a first-level ‘Tongshen’ threaten one of his standing? A gap of two sub-levels might not be a chasm, but it was a boundary not to be crossed.

Yi Fan felt a pang of disappointment—the thunder technique was indeed weakened in the underworld, and his surprise attack barely scratched the old demon.

Seeing the wolf’s rage and its charge to swallow his spirit, Yi Fan struck thrice with his palms. Three thunderbolts crashed down as he landed on the ground.

The old demon dodged one but was struck by two, wracked with pain. Its spirit nearly wavered as it gasped, “What kind of thunder technique is this?”

Though rare, Yi Fan’s thunder art was not unknown, nor typically this powerful—even in the underworld. The thunder arts generally wane here, save for a few special阴雷 secret techniques derived from yin energy. Most thunder is born of yang energy, which loses potency in this realm.

The cultivator’s face was calm, unshaken, preparing to strike again. But then he paused, eyes narrowing suspiciously, and demanded, “Who exactly are you?”

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If this were any other time, even with powerful thunder arts, Yi Fan would have been devoured. Who knew when that red-bearded cultivator had also sent his spirit into the underworld?

Yi Fan was not in a rush to fight. Watching the hesitant black wolf, he felt the power of his system for the first time. Though ‘Palm Thunder’ was rare, it was not a supreme secret art—yet the system had elevated it to such a level that even a third-level ‘Tongshen’ old demon feared it.

When the wolf spoke, Yi Fan seized the chance to stall for time and called out, “I am but a wandering cultivator of no great repute. Not worth mentioning. As for you, old demon, slaughtering countless lives has brought you to this fate—self-inflicted, indeed.”

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