Chapter Ninety-Two: If I Become a Demon
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Jiang Wang asked himself.
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When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a familiar tavern.
Familiarity is because, only from here leave.
It was the very winehouse where he had been captured in Zhongshan.
Before him stood Zhao Xuanyang, sword held aloft in his arms. Behind him, huddled in a corner of the tavern, were the barkeep and patrons alike.
He faced the crisis that had suddenly descended upon them, while those people were still whispering amongst themselves.
“Damn it, the Demon Clan traitor is actually right here!”
"Don't be afraid, Zhao Xuanyang is here, this scoundrel can't escape today!"
"Watch him die!"
"Keep it down, this is the demon lord. He's a villain who does everything evil. What if he drags you down with him!"
A good person shouldn't do this, yet they choose to become a lackey for the demon clan. Truly despicable!
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Those whispers, to Jiang Wang's ears, who commanded the state of sound-hearing immortals, were so clear. Every word, every bit of hatred... was heard distinctly.
At this moment, he faced Zhao Xuan yang, feeling the pressure of death. At this moment, he listened to these whispers, feeling the hostility of these strangers towards him.
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Like being in a cramped, dark room, enduring the incessant buzzing of mosquitoes.
Unbearable agony!
No one knows what willpower he used to maintain his composure!
"They all think you're a demon!" the voice inside whispered. "Why not tell them what demons do!"
What should magic do
With these people's lives as leverage, he forced Zhao Xuanyang to make a mistake, creating an opportunity for himself to escape. This way, he wouldn't have to be taken to Yujing Mountain and publicly tried as a demon clan spy. Everything could still be saved!
Do I... regret it
Jiang Wang once again asked himself.
What should a magician do
"Jiang Wang Jiang Wang"
When Jiang Wang opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was Dong A's unusually serious and stern face.
At this time, looking at him, there was a hint of concern in his eyes: "What's wrong with you Are you feeling unwell"
This is in the room where Dong A lived alone at Fenglin City Daoist Temple.
Time was... shortly before the destruction of Fenglin City.
And he had just reported the latest movements of Bai Gudao to Dong Ahui. He suspected that Bai Gudao would soon make a big move in Fenglin City, and he was also recognized as the son of Bai Gudao.
“Okay. You can go now.”
"I'll take care of it."
"I'll personally communicate with Wei Qiji."
"Strive in your cultivation and take good care of your younger sister."
"...Don't bother me."
He risked being killed by Dong A-zhang, confessing everything he knew in hopes of securing an opportunity for the Fenglin domain. And Dong A-zhang, gave him these answers.
Of course, now he already knows what will happen next.
"No, it's fine." Jiang Wang said with a strained smile.
“You’ve worked hard this period.” Dong A casually said, “Go back and have a good rest.”
"Good." Jiang Wang stood up nervously, said goodbye, and walked toward the door.
He tried his best to calm himself... but how could he possibly be calm
The man sitting behind him...
He was once a master he fully trusted, but later killed by his own hands, the deputy prime minister of Zhuang State!
"Are you really okay" Dong A's voice sounded behind him.
"Maybe I'm just too tired…" Jiang Wang paused for a moment, "Just rest for one night."
"Alright, you go back first. I'll have someone send you two doses of calming pills later."
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"Thank you, Master Dong."
Behind me, Dong A's voice said again: "Also, if they tell you, the future Saint Master, anything else, let me know immediately."
Jiang Wang slowly walked out of the courtyard.
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The winter sunlight outside gave him an especially chilling feeling.
“Understood,” he said.
He walked alone in the city path of this academy in Fenglin City.
From time to time, passing fellow disciples would greet him, and he would nod in response.
That stone path, those maple trees... even the sky, it all feels so familiar.
He seems to have never left, but he has been gone for a long time.
Jiang Wang walked where he had lived for many years, feeling a kind of melancholy that no one could understand at this time.
He didn't know why he was back to this day. But he needed to know what to do!
Have you ever thought about going to Yujing Mountain or Jing Guo to expose this
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Is it too late
As an ordinary disciple in a small town's Daoist temple, he possessed a meager cultivation base.
Can you see those powerful people who have the decision-making authority
Will anyone believe it
Could it even... be able to walk out of Zhuang Guo
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The conspiracy of the White Bone Dao has begun, and the schemes of Zhuang Tingjun have also commenced.
After he reported the matter of Fenglin City to Dong'a, wasn't he watched by Dong'a
Once, he trusted Dong A and kept this matter buried in his heart until the day of disaster...
If he hadn't believed Dong A at first and had tried to warn the domain residents himself, publicizing the Bai Gu Dao conspiracy... Then maybe he would have... already been erased.
A vicious beast, a rogue cultivator, practicing the wrong techniques... there are many reasons to bury an ordinary disciple without a name.
What should I do Jiang Wang asked himself.
At this moment of uncertainty, he heard the voice within his heart again.
As if another self, questioning itself: "The world sees you as a demon. Do you know what a demon does"
What about the demon meeting
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Magic can be a race, or it can be an extremely selfish way of life.
The fall of Maplewood City was a disaster...
The destruction of Fenglin City was also an opportunity!
Because it was the result of many years of planning by the White Bone Sect, it created a White Bone True Pill!
Zhuang Gaoxian swallowed the pill and his old wounds healed completely. He then ascended to the True Realm, becoming a true master of his time.
If one could swallow this pill... wouldn't they be able to soar to great heights
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In his previous experiences, he had spent over two years engaged in countless battles of life and death, pouring all his efforts into cultivation. Yet, he had only managed to barely achieve the realm of Four Divine Abilities Inner Palace. Before Zhao Xuanyang, he was utterly powerless to resist.
This time, if we can seize the opportunity and swallow that White Bone True Pill... who can say that a divine arrival is impossible
And also currently hiding in the Tongtian Palace is Mingzhu, and within Mingzhu, Zhuang Chengqian, the ancestor of the Zhuang Kingdom, coldly observes everything.
If one could properly utilize that round of the Imperishable Calamity, would it be possible to simultaneously scheme against both Zhuang Chengqian and the White Bone Demon God
This is a test.
The White Bone Demon seeks to take everything from Zhuang Chengqian, while Zhuang Chengqian intends to usurp the White Bone Demon's divine power. Knowing all of their strategies, trump cards, and countermeasures beforehand, is there any possibility that he could benefit from this conflict and gain everything
If successful...
Then, at the very least, on the Dog Day of the three nines and nineteen years in Dao Li (circa 3919), he could ascend to the realm of true spirits and simultaneously grasp the divine power of the Netherworld!
Just a mere Zhao Xuanyang, what does he amount to
A snap of the fingers is enough to destroy it.
Who else in the world would dare to accuse him of colluding with demons!
Even if he keeps the Blood Puppet Demon King by his side, who would dare to gossip about him
People only praise his might, marveling that he can forge demons into puppets.
Li Yi is the youngest living person in history.
He, however, can refresh and break this record, achieving it at the age of eighteen!
He would be the true champion of the Yellow River Conference, completely worthy of joining the ranks of Daqi's military hall!
What was the scene like then
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Du Ruhui, a jewel in my palm!
Zhuo Gao Xian, can be extinguished with a wave of the hand!
Dare Hai Zongming still covet the Red Makeup Mirror Does Bi Zhu Po still dare to act on her greed Does Ji Shaoqing still dare to show defiance
Even Lian Gu Hui Xin was killed!
Who in the world cannot be killed!
How long would it take a current world-honored expert, aged eighteen and wielding the power of the Underworld Deity, to achieve Dao derivation
Will the Great Qi army god, Jiang Mengxiong, still be so protective
Can a person who is in danger still be so arrogant
The whole world sees me as a demon...
For the sake of magic, the world should be different!
>iang truly dared to make a move against him.Indeed, Song Hengjiang had once been at the peak of his power, just one step away from enlightenment. But back then, he suffered irreversible injuries, shat...