I Have an Omen System-Chapter 118 - 111: Double Agent (3)

The savory aroma of roasting meat wafted for several miles.

It instantly attracted dozens of people.

Qian Tong whispered into the ears of the few people beside him. After a brief discussion, they began to urge Qin Xuan on again.

"Fine," Qin Xuan said, feigning magnanimity. "We’ll move to Ghost Cry Reef. Anyone who wants to come can follow."

"But I’ll warn you now. I’ve been secretly killing too many Demon Race Cultivators these past few days, and the Demon Race has its eyes on me. If any of you are afraid, you don’t have to come."

Upon hearing this, the vast majority of Cultivators left one after another, leaving only the initial group.

All Qian Tong could think about was that delicious Green Crab Demon Flesh.

"Fellow Daoist Du, you worry too much," Qian Tong said. "Most of the Demon Cultivators here are only at the Human Dao Foundation Establishment. They’re nothing to be afraid of."

"Besides, Demon Flood Dragon Island is now under the jurisdiction of the Cyan Cloud Sect, with their chief true inheritance disciple, Senior Brother Ye Lan, personally presiding over it. I doubt that Demon Flood Dragon would dare cause any trouble."

As soon as he said this, the first three Cultivators were immediately put at ease.

In the end, they all headed to Ghost Cry Reef with Qin Xuan.

「On the eastern side of Demon Flood Dragon Island, Ghost Cry Reef.」

The jagged rocks looked like a host of flickering ghostly figures, and the pitch-black reef glinted coldly in the moonlight.

At first, Qin Xuan was still laughing and chatting with Qian Tong and the others.

However, as time passed, suddenly, Qin Xuan let out an angry shout.

"Fiend! Where do you think you’re going? You dare launch a sneak attack?!"

Qian Tong and the other Human Dao Foundation Establishment Fourth Level Cultivators jolted. By the time they came to their senses, Qin Xuan was nowhere to be seen.

In his place, the illusory image of a thousand-foot-long, jet-black Flood Dragon coiled within the Bone-Eroding Demon Sea.

Qian Tong was horrified. "A... a Demon Flood Dragon!"

"ROAR!"

Without a moment’s hesitation, a great plume of blood-flame breath, mixed with a viscous crimson substance, descended in an instant.

Three of the four men were consumed by the sea of fire.

Only Qian Tong managed to flee into the distance.

An unrestrained smile touched the corners of Qin Xuan’s lips.

His Lifebound Longsword, heavy as a mountain and wreathed in a bloody astral wind, cleaved down fiercely upon Qian Tong from above.

The second form of Godslaying Swordsmanship—Mountain Splitting and Moon Burial!

BOOM—

The slash seemed to stir the Evil Qi of the Earth Veins.

The sharp blade light tore a gash several dozen feet deep into the ground, carving out a wide ravine.

Even from a great distance, a thin line of blood appeared on Qian Tong’s head, running down the center.

The next moment, his entire body split in two!

In the last second before his consciousness faded, Qian Tong’s final sight was of his own body inexplicably falling apart to the left and right, then silence.

One sword, one kill.

As the crimson blood gurgled into his Lifebound Longsword, Qin Xuan’s eyes narrowed in sheer pleasure.

The Lifebound Longsword let out a pleased hum.

「The next day, when the crowds were at their peak.」

Qin Xuan, disguised as a miserable-looking Du Legu, was carried out of the deep sea by a Cyan Mushroom Beast.

He was drenched in blood, appearing to be gravely injured.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself up with a withered vine staff and roared furiously toward Aao Peak’s Cave Mansion.

"Aao Peak, you and I are mortal enemies!"

After that, every other night, a Demon Cultivator would be poisoned to death by a Spore Poison Fog, and a bonfire would rise on the coast.

A rich fragrance would permeate the air.

Then, as the rich fragrance spread, a few Human Dao Foundation Establishment Cultivators would be incinerated by dragon-flame breath, reduced to piles of scorched bones.

As more and more Demon Cultivators and Human Race Cultivators died...

...the conflict between the two sides grew increasingly sharp.

A slogan even appeared among the Demon Race: "Forget the Purple Mansion Order, we swear to kill Du Legu!"

A similar slogan also appeared on the side of the Human Race.

"Treacherous demons, fight to the death! We’ll fry, boil, and roast the Dragon, Aao Peak!"

As for Qin Xuan, the instigator of all this, aside from occasionally going out to reap the benefits...

...he spent the rest of his time in his Cave Mansion, grinning from ear to ear as he gazed at the mountain-like pile of nearly one hundred Purple Mansion Star Orders before him.

’It’s so much better in the territories outside the Holy Sect!’

As the situation evolved, he no longer even needed to disguise himself as Du Legu or Aao Peak.

All he had to do was go out with his sword and start slashing indiscriminately.

The Demon Cultivators thought he was one of the humans.

The humans thought he was one of the damned Demon Cultivators. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

For a time, the two races were at each other’s throats, fighting with brutal abandon. Meanwhile, Qin Xuan, the instigator, became ever more carefree.

...

One day, two uninvited guests suddenly arrived at the Demon Race Cave Mansion where Qin Xuan was staying.

"My lord, there are two Foundation Establishment Sixth Level Cultivators outside asking to see you by name!"

BANG!

Before the speaker could finish, Xie Tian, a giant crimson crab, was kicked into the room, stumbling and bruised.

Following him, two tall Cultivators hidden in huge black cloaks slowly stepped into Qin Xuan’s Cave Mansion.

One was a crazed-looking Earth Dao Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

The other was a Demon Cultivator holding a folding fan, wreathed in black qi!

Qin Xuan’s gaze turned icy. He shot to his feet and said in a cold voice, "What is the meaning of this?"

"I just wish to befriend Fellow Daoist Aao," the man on the left said with a smile, pulling down his hood to reveal a familiar face.

It was the mad Cultivator Qin Xuan had met at the Cyan Cloud Sect, Wei Wuxian!

Wei Wuxian still had that same disheveled appearance, with hair like a bird’s nest and deep, sunken eyes.

BOOM!

The power of a Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment Fifth Level Cultivation was suddenly released!

Qin Xuan’s pupils contracted.

’He really was hiding his true strength.’

Qin Xuan pretended not to recognize Wei Wuxian. "If you’ve come to make friends, may I ask your names?"

"I am Wei Wuxian, a relative of the Daqian Royal Family," Wei Wuxian said, grinning to reveal a set of large, yellow teeth.

Qin Xuan’s expression darkened.

’Who are you trying to kid?’ he thought. ’If you’re really from the Royal Family, then I’ll eat my own sword!’

The other man stylishly flicked open his Ink-Bone Folding Fan with a SNAP and said with a laugh, "I am Qin Xuan of the Holy Sect. I’ve long heard of Brother Aao’s great name!"

???

Qin Xuan was dumbfounded. ’Damn it,’ he thought, ’this is getting more and more ridiculous.’

’If you’re Qin Xuan, then who am I?’

Though he was utterly shocked, Qin Xuan’s expression remained as placid as a still well. Instead, he let out a cold laugh.

"Heh. A Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment Cultivator from Daqian and a Demon Sect Cultivator... your pairing is strange enough. And now you want to befriend me, a Demon Cultivator?"

Qin Xuan continued, "Stop beating around the bush. Just say it. How do you want me to deal with Ye Lan?"

Wei Wuxian roared with laughter. "Fellow Daoist Aao is truly straightforward! In that case, we won’t waste words either. Four words: Outer Path Divine Techniques!"

A sharp glint flashed in Qin Xuan’s eyes.