No demons in all realms

Chapter 37 The Truth Revealed

"Heh, how ridiculous!" Qian Jiuri sneered. "Isn't the person in front of you your beloved junior brother?"

Chen Luoluo's eyes were bloodshot as she hysterically roared, "He said he killed my junior brother! How can this grudge not be avenged?"

"Hahahaha, how ridiculous!" Qian Jiuri laughed heartily. "Take a good look, isn't this the child who gave up all his cultivation to save you back then?"

"He just looks like him; he himself said he's not him."

"Stop fooling yourself. How could there be two people in the world who are exactly alike?"

"Then why won't he acknowledge me?!"

"As expected of the Great Sword Immortal, it's not that he doesn't want to acknowledge you, he just doesn't want to go back to the past."

Chen Luoluo put down her sword and slowly walked towards Su Yang. She gently stroked Su Yang's face and burst into tears.

"An older friend of mine once told me that he was an extremely talented genius whose bloodline power was unparalleled throughout history."

"Later, in order to save a dying human, he forcibly underwent a blood transfusion, which caused him to lose all his talents and become an ordinary person."

"That person was talking about you, wasn't they?"

Upon hearing Qian Jiuri's words, Chen Luoluo froze, incredulous. "But wasn't it the Holy Son of Medicine King Valley who saved us back then?"

"How utterly absurd and laughable! What kind of elixir in this mortal realm could possibly bring the dead back to life?!"

"Then how do you explain the fact that he has lost all his cultivation and talent, becoming an ordinary person? A Great Sword Immortal? He became a Great Sword Immortal by relying on someone else's bloodline, and now they're using that bloodline's power to kill him? Truly brilliant..."

"Stop talking!" Chen Luoluo's eyes were red, and tears kept falling.

"He entrusted his life to you, and what did you do? You conspired with a fraudulent fiancé to blind him and nearly kill him. Where were you then?"

"I didn't... I've already severed the tendons in that holy son's hands and feet..." Chen Luoluo looked at Su Yang's inner thoughts and was speechless for a moment.

"Alright, I'm taking him away now. Now that you know the truth, don't appear in his life anymore. He has already cut ties with his past self."

"Senior," Chen Luoluo said softly, "Could you entrust him to me? Let me take good care of him."

Qian Jiuri glanced at her, didn't answer, and shook his head with a smile.

He turned around, bent down, picked Su Yang up from the ground, and left without looking back.

Chen Luoluo stood there, watching their backs walk further and further away until they disappeared into the depths of the mountains and forests.

She stood there for a very long time, the wind blowing from the other side of the mountain, blowing her white clothes and her tears.

She sheathed the Void-Piercing Sword back into her waistband, squatted down, and picked up the sword that Su Yang had thrown away, its blade still stained with his blood.

Chen Luoluo gripped the sword, knelt on the ground, and cried like a child.

……

When Su Yang woke up, he was lying on a bed. It wasn't the bed of fallen leaves in the cave, but a real bed with a quilt and a pillow. The quilt also had a faint sandalwood scent.

His shoulder was bandaged, and his wounds had been treated, wrapped in clean gauze, just the right tightness.

"Awake?" Qian Jiuri's voice came from the side.

Su Yang turned his head and faced the direction of the sound. He was lying in a wooden house. The house was not big, but it was very clean.

"Where is this?" Su Yang asked weakly.

"My family built a few wooden houses in the mountains, just enough to live in."

Su Yang paused for a moment, then said, "Thanks."

"Don't thank me." Qian Jiuri's voice was still that lazy tone. "I owe you. Have you forgotten I'm still waiting for you to help me kill someone?"

Su Yang did not speak.

He lay on the bed, sensing everything around him. This was a deep mountain, deeper and more remote than the one where he had previously secluded himself. There were no houses within a ten-mile radius, only trees and wild animals.

"How long was I unconscious?"

"Three days."

Su Yang sat up, the wound on his shoulder aggravated, causing him to wince in pain. He touched the gauze on his shoulder and felt the blood seeping through it.

"That female swordswoman..." Qian Jiuri suddenly spoke, "What do you plan to do with her?"

Su Yang did not answer.

Qian Jiuri glanced at him. "What are you planning to do next?"

Su Yang sat on the edge of the bed, facing the window. Sunlight shone on his face, on his empty eyes, and on the scars and weathered marks on his face.

"I'm going into seclusion to break through to the True Immortal realm."

"and then?"

"Then go to the upper realm."

Qian Jiuri remained silent for a while.

"The Upper Realm is no easy place to be," he said. "I've been there, I know what kind of place it is. Even if you're a blind True Immortal, going up there is just suicide."

Su Yang did not refute.

"Therefore, I need to break through to the True Immortal realm first."

Qian Jiuri looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Alright," Qian Jiuri said. "You can go into seclusion here, and I'll protect you. This place is much safer than the cave you found yourself. There's no one around for ten miles, so no demonic cultivators will come to interrupt you."

Su Yang nodded.

Thanks.

"Don't keep thanking me." Qian Jiuri stood up, pushed open the door, and walked out.

Su Yang sat alone on the edge of the bed, the sunlight shining on him, warm and cozy.

He took out the Thousand-Pound Fan from his pocket, placed it on his knees, and closed his eyes.

A surge of righteous energy welled up from within him, seeping into the fan little by little, gradually refining the restriction.

He wanted to become stronger, so strong that no one could beat him, so strong that no one could hurt him, so strong that he could go to the Upper Realm, find Ye Jing, and find those who killed his parents.

Su Yang stayed in the mountains for ten years.

The first two years were the hardest. His injuries were too severe. The bloody hole on his shoulder took more than half a year to heal. Although the sword wounds on his body were shallow, several of them damaged his tendons and bones. He would writhe in pain whenever it was cloudy or rainy.

Qian Jiuri would come up the mountain to see him every few days, bringing some medicinal herbs and food. Sometimes he would sit down and talk to him for a few minutes, then leave without staying long.

Su Yang spent most of his time meditating, his righteous energy circulating within him, becoming purer and more profound day by day.

The second restriction on the Thousand-Pound Fan was also loosening little by little, like a stone that had been constantly washed by water, and cracks had begun to appear on its surface.

In the third year, Su Yang discovered something strange: his body was changing.

That day, he meditated as usual, and his righteous energy circulated throughout his body for a full cycle. Suddenly, he felt a strange power surging out from the depths of his bone marrow.

That power was neither righteous energy nor the malevolent aura of the Thousand-Pound Fan, but something he had never felt before, yet it was also incredibly familiar.

Su Yang was stunned.

He carefully sensed that power and discovered that it came from his bones, not his muscles, not his blood, but from the deepest part of his bones, from his bone marrow.

His bloodline is recovering!

Back then, in order to save Chen Luoluo, he gave her all his blood. His bloodline power was lost along with that blood, and he became an ordinary person.

But he forgot one thing: the blood transfusion was for blood, not bone marrow. His bone marrow was still that of the demon race, still that of the demon king's son. As long as the bone marrow was still there, his precious blood could regenerate.

Su Yang sat there, feeling the warm power seeping out from his bones bit by bit, like spring water gushing from the ground in spring. Although it was slow, it never stopped.

He suddenly laughed.

"What's wrong?" Qian Jiuri pushed the door open and came in. He saw him smiling and looked completely bewildered.

"My blood is being restored!"

Qian Jiuri paused for a moment, then smiled, "Good thing."

Since then, Su Yang's cultivation speed has increased significantly. Righteous Qi nourishes his soul, while the demon bloodline nourishes his body. The two things complement each other.

His cultivation level steadily climbed from the precarious state when he first broke through to the Celestial Immortal realm, progressing from the early stage to the middle stage and then to the late stage, each step taken solidly.

In the seventh year, he unlocked the second restriction on the Thousand-Pound Fan, and the dark red light on the fan became even brighter, and the patterns on the fan surface became much clearer than before.

Su Yang could feel that the power contained in the fan was more than twice as strong as before, and the murderous aura was also much stronger, but he was able to completely suppress it.

The eighth year, the ninth year, the tenth year.

Over the past decade, the area within a radius of dozens of miles around this mountain has undergone strange changes. The trees on the mountain have grown more lush than elsewhere, the wild animals in the mountain have become stronger than elsewhere, and even the clouds and mist on the mountain have become more spiritual than elsewhere.

Occasionally, when passing cultivators see this mountain, they will go around it, because the demonic aura on the mountain is too strong, so strong that even cultivators in the Tribulation Transcending Realm dare not approach it. This is caused by the leakage of Su Yang's bloodline power.

His demon bloodline recovered by nearly 30% in ten years. Although it was not as strong as it had been, it was enough for him to roam freely in the human realm.

With his demon bloodline, righteous energy, and the Thousand-Pound Fan, even he himself couldn't quite explain how strong he was now.