I Have an Omen System-Chapter 126 - 116: Native Creatures (Part 2)
"If I ever get my hands on him, I’ll flay him and pull out his tendons! I’ll make him walk the Dragon Carving Platform in the Holy Land!"
The small Cyan-Scaled Chi Python actually spoke, huffing indignantly. Its voice was as crisp and ethereal as pearls falling onto a jade plate.
Du Leihu sneered. "It’s fine. Just a little more trouble, that’s all. That bastard has the Soul Lamp brand of my Profound Cliff Du Family on him. Even if he flees to the ends of the earth, he can’t escape."
"Excellent!"
The small Cyan-Scaled Chi Python’s eyes lit up.
...
Meanwhile, Qin Xuan hurried on his way.
After more than ten days of travel, he finally reached the outskirts of Blood Demon Island.
If Demon Flood Dragon Island was the territory of the Demon Race, then Blood Demon Island was the headquarters of the Blood Demon Sword Sect!
’Hehe. Let’s see you try and mess with me now.’
However, the closer Qin Xuan got to Blood Demon Island, the more he felt that something was wrong.
A thick, sweet, metallic stench hung in the air, refusing to dissipate.
Instead, the ground was littered with the rotting bones of Cultivators. Occasionally, he would spot a few broken, silvery-white Lifebound Longswords, their light extinguished, sticking out from charred corpses.
’There’s a problem. A big one!’
Just one thing alone was off.
Blood Demon Island was a gathering place for the Holy Sect’s Demon Cultivators, so it was understandable that there would be bones scattered everywhere.
But rotting corpses should have been impossible.
After all, the Lifebound Longswords of the Holy Sect’s Demon Cultivators were bloodthirsty!
A chill ran down Qin Xuan’s spine. He felt as if a pair of eyes were staring intently at his back, making him so nervous that he didn’t even dare to maintain his disguise as Shi Huaizhong.
Instead, he found a remote corner and changed his appearance to that of a Cyan Cloud Sect disciple. Only then did that mysterious sense of being watched finally vanish.
’Son of a bitch, this Blood Demon Island is seriously messed up!’
Qin Xuan moved as if he were treading on thin ice.
As for the opportunity his Golden Finger had mentioned, he hadn’t seen a trace of it. Instead, he witnessed the scene of a Holy Sect Demon Cultivator being forced to a miserable death.
He saw a Black-robed Demon Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Fourth Level surrounded by a group of Cyan Cloud Sect disciples who had achieved Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment. The Demon Cultivator was already at the end of his rope.
"If you dare push me any further, I will recite this Holy Sect Technique with a Divine Sense Secret Technique! It’ll be useless even if you shut off your six senses."
The Black-robed Demon Cultivator took out a Cultivation Technique manual and roared hoarsely.
However, the group of Cyan Cloud Sect disciples showed no fear whatsoever.
Their leader, a Cyan Cloud Sect disciple named Fang Lingyu with a Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment Fifth Level cultivation, was thin and bony. His wide, green robes hung loosely on his frame, and the corner of his mouth curled into a mocking smile.
"Wei, if you’ve got the guts, go on and try it. Worst case, we all go down together."
As he spoke, True Essence surged in his palm, and he prepared to unleash a Positional Divine Technique!
"You forced me to do this! Don’t regret it on the Nether Road," the black-robed Demon Cultivator surnamed Wei roared.
Pushed to the brink, he actually began to chant some unknown Spell.
Rows of tadpole-shaped golden scripture slowly materialized in the void.
Just as the scripture was about to fully appear, a song that seemed to echo from ancient times suddenly rang out from the depths of the Bone-Eroding Demon Sea for some unknown reason!
In a daze, he seemed to see Merfolk sitting on the reefs of a beach.
The song was full of temptation, and the Black-robed Demon Cultivator’s expression froze for a moment.
At that very moment, a translucent, Gelatinous Creature with a bell as large as a house suddenly appeared before him, enveloping him completely!
The Gelatinous Creature completely sealed off his Telepathy. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"No—" The Black-robed Demon Cultivator’s face filled with terror.
Countless tentacles as fine as hairs, coated in a corrosive, grayish-black Spirit-Eroding Spirit Weak Water, instantly reduced the Black-robed Demon Cultivator to a puddle of blood.
His battered Lifebound Longsword fell to the ground with a CLATTER.
’What the hell is that thing!’
Hiding in the shadows, Qin Xuan felt his scalp go numb with fear as he watched.
’The East Sea Demon Race?’
’No, if the East Sea Demon Race had this kind of Demon Cultivator, I would have died long ago. There would be no room for Aao Peak to be throwing his weight around.’
"The Sinful Demon has been slain. Thank you for your assistance, fellow Daoist!"
The leading Cyan Cloud Sect Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment disciple cupped his hands and bowed from a distance toward the umbrella-shaped Gelatinous Creature.
The Gelatinous Creature, shaped like a transparent jellyfish as large as a house, seemed to possess intelligence and nodded slightly.
The tips of its tentacles flickered with a faint, ghostly blue phosphorescence, emitting a strange vibration.
Fang Lingyu’s eyes narrowed, and he reluctantly forced a smile. "Good. Rest assured, fellow Daoist. The Cyan Cloud Sect will not go back on what we promised."
Only then did the Gelatinous Creature seem to relax.
Its massive body merged with the water, instantly turning completely transparent, and silently submerged itself into the churning Bone-Eroding Demon Sea below, vanishing without a trace.
"Junior Brother Zhao, the Star Order from this Sinful Demon is yours. Clean up the battlefield. Don’t let anyone find any clues."
After the Gelatinous Creature disappeared, Fang Lingyu’s expression immediately darkened.
He waved his hand. "Let’s go. We’re moving on to the next hunt: Wei Qingyi of the Demon Sect."
"Thank you, Senior Brother Fang!"
Hearing this, the weasel-faced Zhao Jingsong was ecstatic, as if he’d just won the grand prize. He rubbed his hands together eagerly and excitedly began to search under Weei Zhijian’s black robes.
He actually found over a dozen Purple Mansion Star Orders, making his departing sect brothers incredibly envious.
...
’There’s something strange about that transparent, umbrella-shaped jellyfish.’
Qin Xuan remained hidden in the shadows, his eyes dark and profound, their light flickering.
He quietly committed Fang Lingyu’s face and aura to memory. Once the group was a good distance away, Qin Xuan transformed, taking on Fang Lingyu’s appearance, and walked up to Zhao Jingsong.
"Senior Brother Fang, didn’t you already leave?"
Zhao Jingsong seemed to realize something. He slapped his forehead, then offered up the Purple Mansion Star Orders he had just acquired with both hands, his face a mask of sycophancy.
"Look at me, so forgetful. Senior Brother Fang, these Star Orders should be yours."
Qin Xuan accepted the Star Orders. "Junior Brother Zhao, you head back first. I’m going to take another look. It seems something was missed on the battlefield earlier.
Keep your eyes to yourself, and don’t look back."
"As you command!" Zhao Jingsong replied with a fawning smile, but in his heart, he was cursing Fang Lingyu’s ancestors back eighteen generations.
’That son of a bitch Fang Lingyu, still so damn hypocritical. His words sound nice, but it’s all just for show.’ But even though the loss pained him dearly, Zhao Jingsong didn’t dare to resist. He walked away reluctantly.
Suddenly, Zhao Jingsong thought he heard Senior Brother Fang call out to him.
"Junior Brother Zhao?"
Zhao Jingsong turned his head instinctively.
VMM!
A stunning flash of sword light flared, and a sharp pain suddenly shot through his chest.
"A... a Demon Cultivator!"
Zhao Jingsong struggled to lower his head.
He saw the silvery-white tip of a sword piercing through his heart. His blood and Essence were being sucked into the longsword with a gurgling sound.
Qin Xuan flashed a grin, revealing a set of white teeth. "I told you not to look back. Why didn’t you believe me?"
"You..."
A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of Zhao Jingsong’s mouth, and his pupils began to dilate and lose focus.
He had only one thought before he died: How could this Demon Cultivator take on Senior Brother Fang’s appearance?
In an instant, a powerful suction force erupted from his chest. His qi and blood were drained dry, leaving behind only an empty layer of human skin that quickly crumbled into a pile of white bones.
With a grasping motion of his hand, Qin Xuan pulled Zhao Jingsong’s soul right out of his body.
Scene after scene flashed through his mind.
’So that’s how it is. These transparent Gelatinous Creatures are actually the native lifeforms of the Bone-Eroding Demon Sea?’
Through Zhao Jingsong’s fragmented memories, Qin Xuan finally understood why that last-ditch effort had failed.
The native creatures of the Bone-Eroding Demon Sea were called the Bone-Eroding Spirit Fog by the Cyan Cloud Sect, and they were different from the Human Race.
These beings were like polymers of highly concentrated Spirit-Eroding Spirit Weak Water.
In the Qi Cultivation Stage, a Bone-Eroding Spirit Fog had no fixed form. Upon reaching Foundation Establishment, it would take on the translucent, umbrella-shaped jellyfish form that Qin Xuan had just seen.
The Bone-Eroding Demon Sea provided them with a uniquely advantageous environment.
Physical attacks were largely ineffective against them, while Magic attacks were easily absorbed and dispersed.
’At the same major Realm, Human Race Cultivators need to be at least three minor realms higher and use Positional Divine Techniques to forcibly overwhelm them in order to win.’
The Bone-Eroding Spirit Fog had two primary abilities.
The first was to block the Power of Divine Sense—a complete and total blockade.
The second was extreme corrosion.
Once they had you in their grasp, they would rapidly corrode your Spiritual Power and Flesh Body. They could even corrode Magical Treasures!
’As native lifeforms, the Bone-Eroding Spirit Fogs communicate with each other through specific vibrational frequencies. Yet the Cyan Cloud Sect is somehow able to communicate with them via voice transmission...’
’But this Bone-Eroding Demon Sea is clearly a Little Boundary Heaven that our Holy Sect’s Pure Yang Soul Capturing Demon Monarch pulled back from the outer void.’
Qin Xuan felt more and more that something was amiss.
This Foundation Establishment Chaos War seemed to be yet another massive conspiracy!
’Fucking hell, can’t I just catch a break!’
