The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 465 - 455 Lin Yu Prepares for Battle

"At the beginning of heaven and earth, all things return to chaos. The Holy Ancestor then appeared, creating heaven and stabilizing the universe. Chaos was separated into the clear and the murky, from which were formed demons and gods..."

The beginning of the Demonic Transformation Scripture wasn’t about cultivation techniques but narrated the origins of gods and demons, which wasn’t much different from myths and legends, except that this account seemed slightly more credible.

Lin Yun continued reading and soon encountered familiar mosaics.

"**Create**, **create**, **create**, living beings are divided into five categories: demons, ghosts, gods, and humans..."

In response, Lin Yun was rendered speechless. If you don’t want to show me, then don’t, but if you do, then don’t censor it. To show and yet censor, do they wish to whet one’s appetite?

"Gods are born of clear qi, while demons thrive on murky qi. Both humans and demons are mortal beings; ghosts are even less substantiated. Pitying the suffering of all living creatures, the attempt was made to create the Demonic Transformation Scripture..."

After all this preamble, the main content finally began, which was simple: retaining the turbid qi of the world within one’s body would enable one to transform into a demon.

It didn’t matter whether one was human, a demon, or a ghost.

As long as one absorbed enough murky qi, one’s body would undergo a fundamental change, transforming from one species into another.

That meant those energies Lin Yun considered as Demonic Qi were actually not called Demonic Qi but rather murky qi.

Lin Yun’s scalp tingled. Half of the meridians in his body had turned black, and he had no idea how much more murky qi he had accumulated or how much more it would take to cause a mutation. In any case, Lin Yun internally refuted it.

However, the acupoints within Lin Yun’s body were naturally absorbing the demonic qi drifting in the air. Previously Lin Yun hadn’t noticed it, but after cultivating the Demonic Transformation Scripture, the world seemed different in Lin Yun’s eyes.

Demonic qi was everywhere; it was just too faint to notice under normal circumstances.

But Lin Yun now seemed to have activated a siphon effect, and the closer one got to him, the more apparent the demonic qi became.

What in the world was this arch-villain style about?

Had I truly picked the wrong script, and in fact, I am the arch-villain?

Lin Yun wildly speculated, wanting to stop this siphoning effect, but it just wouldn’t cease.

Just as Lin Yun had given up on healing and even thought about observing what kind of demon he would turn into, he felt a sharp pain in his ear, and the next second, he was pulled out of that mysterious state, and the acupoints in his body also stopped their function.

Lin Yun immediately sighed in relief. It was good that he hadn’t transformed into a demon; that would have been troublesome.

However, he now faced an even more troublesome issue.

The cause of the pain in his ear was Dongfang Hongyue. When she found Lin Yun, she saw him staring off into space, not appearing to be cultivating.

His breathing was even, as if he were sleeping.

Dongfang Hongyue was instantly enraged.

She had already shown signs of anger, yet Lin Yun completely ignored her, not even trying to appease her!

In a huff, Dongfang Hongyue grabbed Lin Yun’s ear and twisted it, which finally snapped Lin Yun back to consciousness.

"Ah, Yue’er, it hurts, it hurts..."

"What Yue’er? Who am I?"

Dongfang Hongyue’s face was full of frost, clearly very angry.

If he didn’t appease her well today, this matter was far from over!

"You are my beloved!"

In this world, cultivators referred to their significant others as Dao companions, while mortals called them husband and wife.

This designation of ’beloved’ as used by Lin Yun was something Dongfang Hongyue had never heard before, but it didn’t prevent her from understanding the meaning of the word "beloved."

As the name implies, a beloved is the person one loves!

"Only this could properly describe the relationship between her and Lin Yun; Lin Yun and she were not married, so neither wife nor Dao companion would fit."

"Nor can they be considered master and disciple, their relationship having reached this stage, calling her master would be far too formal."

"You sure have a way with words, no wonder you can keep so many women wrapped around your finger."

As Dongfang Hongyue said this, her nose twitched again.

"You have the scent of another woman on you, who is it?"

Dongfang Hongyue sniffed again and said in shock and anger, "It’s not just Jiang Chenyu’s, but also Fang Yu’s, Zhao Lingyu’s, and one more, who is it?"

Lin Yun: "..."

Damn, I’m speechless!

The sensitivity of Dongfang Hongyue’s nose had refreshed Lin Yun’s understanding.

At this point, lying was useless, so Lin Yun simply came clean, "It’s Yuxiu’s disciple, Zhen Li’s."

"Why do you have her scent on you! Aren’t the many women you already have enough?"

The more Dongfang Hongyue spoke, the angrier and more aggrieved she became; she felt that tolerating the Flower Fairy and Lin Yu as well as the Snow Maiden was already her limit. Yet Lin Yun kept adding one after the other, now even setting sights on Yuxiu’s disciple—it was totally outrageous!

You’re not even an emperor yet, and you’ve already lined up three thousand beauties for your harem?

Facing an exploding jar of jealousy, Lin Yun’s scalp tingled, but he had to stay calm and handle the situation.

"Yue’er, don’t get agitated, listen to my explanation."

"I won’t listen, I won’t listen!"

Dongfang Hongyue stubbornly looked at Lin Yun, complaining, "I know that once you explain, I’m definitely going to be persuaded by you! You bad guy, always bullying me!"

This sentence had several layers of meaning, and with slight contemplation, Lin Yun tasted its depth.

Dongfang Hongyue was being coquettish, but she was also making an accusation.

Those favored always act with impunity; Lin Yun knew she would accept and compromise, that’s why he kept on bullying her and finding mistress number three, four, five...

Now the list had extended to seven, eight, nine, ten!

Lin Yun looked into Dongfang Hongyue’s eyes and couldn’t help but feel guilty.

He took Dongfang Hongyue’s hand in his, earnestly saying, "Yue’er, you’re really wonderful."

"Do you think I’ll be happy just because you say that?"

"Here’s a gift I prepared for you."

Lin Yun took out the Heavenly Demon Hand, which could no longer be called by that name since its appearance had completely changed, such that Dongfang Hongyue didn’t recognize it at first glance.

A mere golden glove.

"You think I’d be happy with a gift? Is this the only way you know how to appease me?"

Dongfang Hongyue turned her head proudly with a tsundere attitude, dropping heavy hints.

Lin Yun caught on and without hesitating, wrapped his arms around Dongfang Hongyue’s waist more boldly, rubbing his face against her head and said, "This isn’t just something to appease you; as soon as I got it, I thought of giving it to you."

"Oh? Really? You didn’t think of giving it to Lin Yu first? You haven’t given her a gift yet!"

Lin Yun, of course, didn’t dare to respond to such a loaded comment.

Though he was reminded, now was definitely not the time to mention Lin Yu.

However, Lin Yun also secretly mused in his heart that he would need to find an opportunity to give Lin Yu something in the future, otherwise, this jar of jealousy might also explode.

Indeed, the situation he least wanted to see had arisen—multiple wives trying to outdo each other. How many treasures would he need to obtain to keep them all satisfied...

"Yue’er, don’t be angry anymore..."

What to do when a woman gets jealous?

She’s probably just hungry, feed her and all will be well.

Lin Yun was trying to appease Dongfang Hongyue, and his hands didn’t stop moving.

Having spent so much time with Dongfang Hongyue, he knew what methods would excite her more.

Dongfang Hongyue’s complexion gradually became flushed. It had been some time since she and Lin Yun were together, and she couldn’t resist his teasing. Although she was still angry, with Lin Yun’s provocation, she softened like a puddle of water.

"You only know how to bully me!"

Dongfang Hongyue glared at Lin Yun fiercely, her fierce eyes carrying a hint of coquettishness and encouragement for Lin Yun.

Though Lin Yun’s back was a bit sore, he quickly rallied and stuffed the Heavenly Demon Hand into the space of the Demon Summoning Well. Neither of the treasures had been completely refined yet, and now that he had more pressing matters to attend to, artifact refining had to be put aside for the moment.

Without discussing how Lin Yun cajoled his wife, the current state of the Taiqing Daoist Temple was bleak.

When Zhen Li brought back Yuxuan’s Taoist robe to the Taiqing Daoist Temple, the disciples and elders were silent.

Ever since Yuxuan conspired to trick Wu Xin into opening the gap in the Netherworld, they had a premonition something bad would happen, and indeed, it had come to this.

Among the crowd, Yuquan’s expression was very calm. He had known what would happen today several days ago and had mentally prepared himself.

Despite this, his heart was still in pain, but now that Yuxuan had fallen, he had become the final pillar of the Taiqing Daoist Temple. He couldn’t show too much emotion here—coldness and calmness were what he should display.

In comparison, Yuxiu was much worse off.

In just a day and a night, so much had happened; so many long-accompanied senior brothers had died. He covered his face in grief, and his sorrow affected everyone in the Taiqing Daoist Temple.

Yuquan looked around and used his spiritual power to transmit his voice to every disciple’s ears.

"Senior brother had foreseen this day. He made arrangements for today’s events. The position of Sect Leader will be taken over by Zhenren, and as for worldly affairs, let nature take its course. We’ll take care of what we can, and for what we can’t, don’t force it."

Yuquan’s words invigorated some of the elders—they then realized that Yuxuan had already anticipated this day.

In the crowd, Zhenren suddenly realized that he wasn’t as happy as he had imagined.

He had finally achieved the position of Sect Leader he had long yearned for, but his master had left this world forever.

Zhenren reflected on Yuxuan’s teachings, and sorrow surged in his heart once more.

"Zhenren."

"Disciple is here."

"From now on, you must bear the burden on your shoulders. Always remember, you are the Sect Leader of the Taiqing Daoist Temple."

"Disciple obeys."

Yuquan saw that Zhenren was respectful and turned his gaze to Zhen Li.

Zhen Li numbly held Yuxuan’s Taoist robe, still recalling their final meeting.

At the time, she never thought that a mundane farewell would become a permanent separation.

And it was at that moment Zhen Li realized that the fate between people often ends at an unexpected time. By the time one notices, it’s already too late for regrets.

"Zhen Li."

Yuquan’s call woke Zhen Li from her reverie. She turned to look at Yuquan and bowed before saying, "What instructions do you have for me, uncle-master?"

"Come with me, I have some questions for you."

Yuquan handled the aftermath of Yuxuan’s passing very decisively, handing over the task to Zhenren, who was not only the future Sect Leader but also Yuxuan’s disciple. It seemed most appropriate to let him take care of his master’s posthumous affairs. Yuquan took this opportunity to speak with Zhen Li to understand the situation.

He led Zhen Li to a side hall and then said, "According to you, the last person to see your master should be Lin Yun?"

"Yes."

By Lin Yun’s account, that seemed to be correct.

"Did Lin Yun get a hold of something strange?"

Upon hearing this, Zhen Li thought of the item Lin Yun had mentioned, the one he said he would give to her once she reached the Heart Guarding Realm. Perhaps the item really existed, was alive, and was just Lin Yun’s way of motivating her.

In any case...

That was a secret between her and Lin Yun.

"No."

Zhen Li said seriously.

Yuquan could not help but sigh.

Foolish child, can’t you try to lie with a different expression? With a face full of nervousness and fear, you’re practically telling me there’s something else, but you won’t say it.

Without understanding the reason behind it, Yuquan shouldn’t make random guesses. Since Yuxuan had chosen Zhen Li as a backup for Zhenren in case he failed to become the Sect Leader, she must be trustworthy and exceptional. As someone who upheld the Daoist principles of tranquility and inaction, Yuquan had no desire to interfere too much.

However, he was quite curious about what Wu Xin had said.

She claimed Zhen Li was a Divine Reincarnation, which Yuquan found particularly interesting. What exactly were Divine Spirits like?

Unfortunately, these were not questions he could ask directly. Yuquan felt tormented by his own curiosity.

"Well, if there’s nothing else, then you should rest well. Don’t drown in sorrow. We cultivators have long seen through life and death, and your master was the same. To be born is to die; it’s just like flowers blooming and withering, the natural order of things. Your senior brother sought the Dao in life, and in death, he truly lived a worthwhile life."

"I understand."

Zhen Li knew Yuquan was right, but it wasn’t so easy to control one’s heart.

She could only keep her emotions to herself; there was no need to display them in front of others.

After leaving Yuquan and as she approached the grand hall, she heard a disciple shouting at the top of his lungs, "Urgent news from the north, the Grassland People are marching southward, and the Snow Maiden’s fierce power is unstoppable—seven cities have fallen!"

Zhen Li was stunned by the news. In just one day, as the Central Plains convened an influential council, the Grassland People had invaded, and in such a short time, seven cities had been captured.

Yuquan also heard the news, his expression becoming incredibly grim.

If it weren’t for the turmoil at the Mountain and Sea Pass and Yuzhu’s betrayal, with them guarding the pass, the Snow Maiden, no matter how powerful, wouldn’t have been able to capture cities so easily.

Even if the Mountain and Sea Pass had fallen, the fall of seven cities in succession was far too exaggerated.

Those who had come to the influential council were not all the top experts from various forces; at least the Imperial Court and the Shenxiao Sect had left some to guard their homes. Didn’t they have the power to resist the Grassland People? To allow the Grassland People to advance southward would result in countless deaths and injuries!

Having lived for so long, Yuquan had become indifferent to life and death, yet he still didn’t want to see the people of the Shenzhou Land be oppressed by foreign tribes.

During the influential council, Yuxuan had warned to be wary of the Demon Race, yet now the Grassland People had stabbed them in the back.

Speaking of which, hadn’t he left two Great Demons within the defensive line? The Sheep Demon and the Scorpion Spirit must have offered no resistance at all!

Indeed, those not of our race will surely have different hearts; they must have been plotting something!

Yuquan grew wary of the two surrendered demons within his heart, but the current priority was not to settle scores with them, but to figure out how to withstand the ferocious advance of the Grassland People.

"Send messages to all sects, to discuss strategies for repelling the enemy..."