Chapter 186: The Six Great Dao Lords of the Demon Sect
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Chapter 186: The Six Great Dao Lords of the Demon Sect
The Six Great Dao Lords of the Demon Sect: the Blood Devouring Dao, the Fox Immortal Dao, the Asura Dao, the Heavenly Annihilation Dao, the Chaos World Dao, and the Lifeless Dao.
The leader of the Six Great Dao Lords was naturally the renowned "Blood Devouring Dao," which also served as the current leading faction of the Demon Sect. After Duanmu Han ascended to the throne as the Demon Emperor, he sought to consolidate the Six Great Dao Lords under a single banner. As a result, most martial artists in the Yulan Empire now collectively referred to the Six Great Dao Lords as the "Blood Devouring Demon Sect."
The Dao Lord of the Heavenly Annihilation Dao, Shang Pojun, was a pillar of the Demon Sect, having lived for 153 years. In terms of seniority within the Demon Sect, he even surpassed Demon Emperor Duanmu Han.
Had he still been alive, a mere stomp of his foot would have shaken the very earth. Yet, such a figure had suddenly died four days ago, catching everyone off guard and causing an immense uproar. The entire Heavenly Annihilation Dao was thrown into chaos.
To vie for the position of Heavenly Annihilation Dao Lord, powerful figures from the Demon Sect had gathered in White Dragon City, turning it into a blood-soaked battleground. Even the imperial troops stationed there dared not provoke the Demon Sect's experts, turning a blind eye to their activities.
This was a situation Ning Xiaochuan had not anticipated.
Ji Yifan was a smooth talker. Gently stroking the jade ring on his thumb, he smiled and said, "White Dragon City is now a den of mixed characters—where all manner of shady figures gather. At least one out of every ten people you see is a Demon Sect member. The Demon Sect's influence is so vast that even the imperial court fears them, yet they cannot eradicate them."
Ning Xiaochuan chuckled, "Then, Brother Ji, are you also a member of the Demon Sect?"
Ji Yifan's expression stiffened slightly before he forced a laugh. "Brother Ning, you jest. With my meager skills, how could I dare join the Demon Sect? Those people are all ruthless and vicious."
Boom!
Outside, a second red-scaled tiger came galloping to a halt.
A portly, bald man dismounted from the tiger's back, his body so round it seemed he might crack the stone pavement beneath him.
Having traveled a great distance, he panted heavily as he strode into the inn. Spotting Ji Yifan seated by the window, he barked irritably, "Ji Yifan, has that fool Ning Xiaochuan caught up yet?"
Since Ning Xiaochuan had his back to the door, the rotund bald man only saw Ji Yifan and failed to notice Ning Xiaochuan or pay much attention to who sat opposite him.
Ji Yifan's face abruptly paled, his smile freezing. He hadn't expected Shi Dahai to arrive at such an inopportune moment.
Now their identities were surely exposed.
Shi Dahai also sensed something amiss and halted mid-step.
Ji Yifan reacted swiftly, crushing the wine cup in his hand into over thirty shards. Each fragment, wrapped in Profound Qi, became sharper than a blade as they shot toward Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Ningsheng.
"Run!"
At the same time, Ji Yifan flipped backward, smashing through the inn's wall and fleeing into the street.
Ning Xiaochuan's palm struck out, sending ripples through the air that froze the ceramic fragments mid-flight. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the shards reversed course, hurtling back at even greater speed.
Ji Yifan lifted a Wooden Carriage that had just been driving down the street, along with the Green Deer Horse pulling it, and hurled it backward.
Boom! Boom!
The Wooden Carriage was shattered into splinters by the ceramic fragments, turning into a pile of debris. Fortunately, the noblewoman inside had already fallen to the ground when the carriage was thrown, or else she would have been reduced to mincemeat by now.
At this moment, the noblewoman was still in shock, trembling in a corner of the street, too frightened to move.
The bald man, Shi Dahai, immediately crashed through the inn’s wall and fled.
Last night, he had already fought Ning Xiaochuan and knew he was no match for him.
"Chase!"
Ning Xiaochuan was a step ahead of Yu Ningsheng in pursuit, transforming into a Rainbow Bridge as his body traversed several dozen meters in an instant, landing behind Shi Dahai and Ji Yifan.
The sound of rushing wind came from behind, causing Shi Dahai and Ji Yifan’s expressions to change drastically. They exchanged a glance, then simultaneously turned and struck out at Ning Xiaochuan with their palms.
The shadows of a mighty lion and a fierce tiger materialized on their palm strikes—this was their Divine Ability Manifestation, proof of their extraordinary cultivation. Ordinary martial artists could never condense their divine abilities to such a degree.
Boom!
Ning Xiaochuan unleashed the Lightning Divine Beast, gathering forty-eight bolts of lightning into a single purple beast-shaped strike, clashing head-on with the two of them.
Shi Dahai and Ji Yifan both felt an immense force slam into their arms, spreading to their shoulders, chests, and spines. Their bodies were sent flying as if struck by a hammer, skidding over ten meters before they managed to steady themselves.
Their hearts filled with terror—how could Ning Xiaochuan be this powerful? Even with their combined strength, they couldn’t withstand him?
The moment they regained their footing, they immediately sprinted away again.
That single strike had also caused Ning Xiaochuan’s energy to falter for an instant, but in that brief moment, Shi Dahai and Ji Yifan dashed into a narrow alley and vanished.
Yu Ningsheng and Ning Xiaochuan stopped at the alley’s entrance.
"Those two are definitely Demon Sect members. They got away," Yu Ningsheng said.
"They won’t escape. Tai Sui!" Ning Xiaochuan summoned the Tai Sui Cub.
The Tai Sui Cub had grown even larger, its scales more lustrous, its claws and fangs gleaming with Profound Qi. Its eyes were as large as copper bells, its aura intimidating enough to make ordinary martial artists cower in fear.
Ning Xiaochuan had already been suspicious of Ji Yifan, so during their conversation in the inn, he had specifically instructed the Tai Sui Cub to memorize his scent.
Though Ning Xiaochuan had mental transmission, both Ji Yifan and Shi Dahai’s martial cultivation was not much weaker than his, allowing them to conceal their presence.
But the Tai Sui Cub was different—once it had caught someone’s scent, no matter how they hid, it could track them down.
Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Ningsheng both mounted the Tai Sui Cub’s back. A ring of Profound Qi light enveloped them before the beast burrowed into the Underground World, disappearing from the street.
Shi Dahai and Ji Yifan fled into a Manor not far from the alley—a crucial gathering place for the Demon Sect, where many of its members had assembled.
Shi Dahai was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, his flabby flesh trembling all over. "Exhausted, utterly exhausted! Had I known he was this formidable, I wouldn’t have tested his cultivation. What a miserable ordeal!"
Ji Yifan also let out a deep sigh. "At least we managed to shake him off. From now on, unless absolutely necessary, we should avoid provoking him."
Before their words could fully fade, the soil beneath their feet began to churn, forming a swirling vortex that sank rapidly downward.
Boom!
Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Ningsheng emerged from the Underground World astride the Tai Sui Cub, standing within the manor, their overwhelming martial auras pressing down on the two men like an unstoppable force.
"Roar!"
The Tai Sui Cub let out a deafening roar, shaking the trees and sending yellow leaves fluttering down like golden butterflies.
Shi Dahai and Ji Yifan exchanged glances, their hearts filled with curses. How is this even fair? Ning Xiaochuan could actually traverse the earth and sky at will!
Swish! Swish!
Suddenly, martial artists emerged from all corners of the manor—some wielding black Zhang-Two Long Spears, clad in 50-kilogram armor; others gripping Nine-Stone Bows, hooked iron arrows nocked on their strings.
There were hundreds of them, their eyes brimming with murderous intent, cold and ruthless—clear signs of seasoned killers.
"Misunderstanding! It’s all a misunderstanding!" Ji Yifan didn’t want the situation to escalate.
After all, the Heavenly Annihilation Dao was already plagued by internal and external strife. Provoking the Jian Pavilion Marquis House would only make matters worse.
Swish! Swish!
But Ji Yifan was too late. The Demon Sect warriors had already loosed their arrows—over two hundred Profound Qi Arrows, each enveloped in swirling energy, shrieking through the air.
Ning Xiaochuan’s gaze remained calm. Profound Qi surged around his arms as he traced a massive Ripple Diagram in the air.
The arrows struck the rippling waves of energy, their speed rapidly diminishing before their trajectories twisted unnaturally.
All two hundred arrows now followed the motion of Ning Xiaochuan’s arms, swirling above his head like a deadly storm.
"Return."
With a flick of his finger, Ning Xiaochuan sent the hooked iron arrows hurtling back toward the archers, their flight accompanied by a thunderous howl.
A white-haired elder soared out from the manor, landing atop a tower, his robes fluttering in the wind. He stared at the incoming arrows and extended a withered, aged hand, uttering a single word:
"Break."
A surge of chilling Profound Qi erupted from his body, blanketing the entire manor and sending many warriors staggering.
Boom!
The two hundred hooked iron arrows shattered into clouds of iron dust, scattering into the air.
"Who dares cause trouble at a Heavenly Annihilation Dao Branch?" The white-haired elder’s gaze locked onto Ning Xiaochuan, his expression flickering with surprise. The youth was far too young, yet his martial prowess rivaled that of seasoned masters.
This prodigy must hail from a great clan or sect.
Precisely for this reason, the elder refrained from immediately resorting to lethal force.
Of course, it was also because the Heavenly Annihilation Dao was in a precarious state—its leader dead, beset by internal and external threats—forcing them to tread carefully.
In the past, the Heavenly Annihilation Dao feared no one. Anyone who dared to cause trouble at one of their branch halls would meet certain death.
"It was all a misunderstanding," Ji Yifan explained once more.
The White-Haired Elder frowned slightly and asked, "Yifan, what exactly happened?"
Ji Yifan then recounted the entire sequence of events, sighing helplessly as he added, "Truthfully, the main reason was simply that we wanted to see if Brother Ning's martial prowess was truly as formidable as the rumors claimed. As for any serious grudge between us, there really isn’t one."
"That’s right, exactly so," Shi Dahai boomed in his rough voice.
The White-Haired Elder looked at Ning Xiaochuan with surprise, realizing he had actually encountered a descendant of nobility. "So you’re Ning Xiaochuan, the Imperial City’s top genius and a scion of the Jian Pavilion Marquis House?"
The Six Great Dao Lords of the Demon Sect: the Blood Devouring Dao, the Fox Immortal Dao, the Asura Dao, the Heavenly Annihilation Dao, the Chaos World Dao, and the Lifeless Dao.
The leader of the Six Great Dao Lords was naturally the renowned "Blood Devouring Dao," which also served as the current leading faction of the Demon Sect. After Duanmu Han ascended to the throne as the Demon Emperor, he sought to consolidate the Six Great Dao Lords under a single banner. As a result, most martial artists in the Yulan Empire now collectively referred to the Six Great Dao Lords as the "Blood Devouring Demon Sect."
The Dao Lord of the Heavenly Annihilation Dao, Shang Pojun, was a pillar of the Demon Sect, having lived for 153 years. In terms of seniority within the Demon Sect, he even surpassed Demon Emperor Duanmu Han.
Had he still been alive, a mere stomp of his foot would have shaken the very earth. Yet, such a figure had suddenly died four days ago, catching everyone off guard and causing an immense uproar. The entire Heavenly Annihilation Dao was thrown into chaos.
To vie for the position of Heavenly Annihilation Dao Lord, powerful figures from the Demon Sect had gathered in White Dragon City, turning it into a blood-soaked battleground. Even the imperial troops stationed there dared not provoke the Demon Sect's experts, turning a blind eye to their activities.
This was a situation Ning Xiaochuan had not anticipated.
Ji Yifan was a smooth talker. Gently stroking the jade ring on his thumb, he smiled and said, "White Dragon City is now a den of mixed characters—where all manner of shady figures gather. At least one out of every ten people you see is a Demon Sect member. The Demon Sect's influence is so vast that even the imperial court fears them, yet they cannot eradicate them."
Ning Xiaochuan chuckled, "Then, Brother Ji, are you also a member of the Demon Sect?"
Ji Yifan's expression stiffened slightly before he forced a laugh. "Brother Ning, you jest. With my meager skills, how could I dare join the Demon Sect? Those people are all ruthless and vicious."
Boom!
Outside, a second red-scaled tiger came galloping to a halt.
A portly, bald man dismounted from the tiger's back, his body so round it seemed he might crack the stone pavement beneath him.
Having traveled a great distance, he panted heavily as he strode into the inn. Spotting Ji Yifan seated by the window, he barked irritably, "Ji Yifan, has that fool Ning Xiaochuan caught up yet?"
Since Ning Xiaochuan had his back to the door, the rotund bald man only saw Ji Yifan and failed to notice Ning Xiaochuan or pay much attention to who sat opposite him.
Ji Yifan's face abruptly paled, his smile freezing. He hadn't expected Shi Dahai to arrive at such an inopportune moment.
Now their identities were surely exposed.
Shi Dahai also sensed something amiss and halted mid-step.
Ji Yifan reacted swiftly, crushing the wine cup in his hand into over thirty shards. Each fragment, wrapped in Profound Qi, became sharper than a blade as they shot toward Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Ningsheng.
"Run!"
At the same time, Ji Yifan flipped backward, smashing through the inn's wall and fleeing into the street.
Ning Xiaochuan's palm struck out, sending ripples through the air that froze the ceramic fragments mid-flight. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the shards reversed course, hurtling back at even greater speed.
Ji Yifan lifted a Wooden Carriage that had just been driving down the street, along with the Green Deer Horse pulling it, and hurled it backward.
Boom! Boom!
The Wooden Carriage was shattered into splinters by the ceramic fragments, turning into a pile of debris. Fortunately, the noblewoman inside had already fallen to the ground when the carriage was thrown, or else she would have been reduced to mincemeat by now.
At this moment, the noblewoman was still in shock, trembling in a corner of the street, too frightened to move.
The bald man, Shi Dahai, immediately crashed through the inn’s wall and fled.
Last night, he had already fought Ning Xiaochuan and knew he was no match for him.
"Chase!"
Ning Xiaochuan was a step ahead of Yu Ningsheng in pursuit, transforming into a Rainbow Bridge as his body traversed several dozen meters in an instant, landing behind Shi Dahai and Ji Yifan.
The sound of rushing wind came from behind, causing Shi Dahai and Ji Yifan’s expressions to change drastically. They exchanged a glance, then simultaneously turned and struck out at Ning Xiaochuan with their palms.
The shadows of a mighty lion and a fierce tiger materialized on their palm strikes—this was their Divine Ability Manifestation, proof of their extraordinary cultivation. Ordinary martial artists could never condense their divine abilities to such a degree.
Boom!
Ning Xiaochuan unleashed the Lightning Divine Beast, gathering forty-eight bolts of lightning into a single purple beast-shaped strike, clashing head-on with the two of them.
Shi Dahai and Ji Yifan both felt an immense force slam into their arms, spreading to their shoulders, chests, and spines. Their bodies were sent flying as if struck by a hammer, skidding over ten meters before they managed to steady themselves.
Their hearts filled with terror—how could Ning Xiaochuan be this powerful? Even with their combined strength, they couldn’t withstand him?
The moment they regained their footing, they immediately sprinted away again.
That single strike had also caused Ning Xiaochuan’s energy to falter for an instant, but in that brief moment, Shi Dahai and Ji Yifan dashed into a narrow alley and vanished.
Yu Ningsheng and Ning Xiaochuan stopped at the alley’s entrance.
"Those two are definitely Demon Sect members. They got away," Yu Ningsheng said.
"They won’t escape. Tai Sui!" Ning Xiaochuan summoned the Tai Sui Cub.
The Tai Sui Cub had grown even larger, its scales more lustrous, its claws and fangs gleaming with Profound Qi. Its eyes were as large as copper bells, its aura intimidating enough to make ordinary martial artists cower in fear.
Ning Xiaochuan had already been suspicious of Ji Yifan, so during their conversation in the inn, he had specifically instructed the Tai Sui Cub to memorize his scent.
Though Ning Xiaochuan had mental transmission, both Ji Yifan and Shi Dahai’s martial cultivation was not much weaker than his, allowing them to conceal their presence.
But the Tai Sui Cub was different—once it had caught someone’s scent, no matter how they hid, it could track them down.
Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Ningsheng both mounted the Tai Sui Cub’s back. A ring of Profound Qi light enveloped them before the beast burrowed into the Underground World, disappearing from the street.
Shi Dahai and Ji Yifan fled into a Manor not far from the alley—a crucial gathering place for the Demon Sect, where many of its members had assembled.
Shi Dahai was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, his flabby flesh trembling all over. "Exhausted, utterly exhausted! Had I known he was this formidable, I wouldn’t have tested his cultivation. What a miserable ordeal!"
Ji Yifan also let out a deep sigh. "At least we managed to shake him off. From now on, unless absolutely necessary, we should avoid provoking him."
Before their words could fully fade, the soil beneath their feet began to churn, forming a swirling vortex that sank rapidly downward.
Boom!
Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Ningsheng emerged from the Underground World astride the Tai Sui Cub, standing within the manor, their overwhelming martial auras pressing down on the two men like an unstoppable force.
"Roar!"
The Tai Sui Cub let out a deafening roar, shaking the trees and sending yellow leaves fluttering down like golden butterflies.
Shi Dahai and Ji Yifan exchanged glances, their hearts filled with curses. How is this even fair? Ning Xiaochuan could actually traverse the earth and sky at will!
Swish! Swish!
Suddenly, martial artists emerged from all corners of the manor—some wielding black Zhang-Two Long Spears, clad in 50-kilogram armor; others gripping Nine-Stone Bows, hooked iron arrows nocked on their strings.
There were hundreds of them, their eyes brimming with murderous intent, cold and ruthless—clear signs of seasoned killers.
"Misunderstanding! It’s all a misunderstanding!" Ji Yifan didn’t want the situation to escalate.
After all, the Heavenly Annihilation Dao was already plagued by internal and external strife. Provoking the Jian Pavilion Marquis House would only make matters worse.
Swish! Swish!
But Ji Yifan was too late. The Demon Sect warriors had already loosed their arrows—over two hundred Profound Qi Arrows, each enveloped in swirling energy, shrieking through the air.
Ning Xiaochuan’s gaze remained calm. Profound Qi surged around his arms as he traced a massive Ripple Diagram in the air.
The arrows struck the rippling waves of energy, their speed rapidly diminishing before their trajectories twisted unnaturally.
All two hundred arrows now followed the motion of Ning Xiaochuan’s arms, swirling above his head like a deadly storm.
"Return."
With a flick of his finger, Ning Xiaochuan sent the hooked iron arrows hurtling back toward the archers, their flight accompanied by a thunderous howl.
A white-haired elder soared out from the manor, landing atop a tower, his robes fluttering in the wind. He stared at the incoming arrows and extended a withered, aged hand, uttering a single word:
"Break."
A surge of chilling Profound Qi erupted from his body, blanketing the entire manor and sending many warriors staggering.
Boom!
The two hundred hooked iron arrows shattered into clouds of iron dust, scattering into the air.
"Who dares cause trouble at a Heavenly Annihilation Dao Branch?" The white-haired elder’s gaze locked onto Ning Xiaochuan, his expression flickering with surprise. The youth was far too young, yet his martial prowess rivaled that of seasoned masters.
This prodigy must hail from a great clan or sect.
Precisely for this reason, the elder refrained from immediately resorting to lethal force.
Of course, it was also because the Heavenly Annihilation Dao was in a precarious state—its leader dead, beset by internal and external threats—forcing them to tread carefully.
In the past, the Heavenly Annihilation Dao feared no one. Anyone who dared to cause trouble at one of their branch halls would meet certain death.
"It was all a misunderstanding," Ji Yifan explained once more.
The White-Haired Elder frowned slightly and asked, "Yifan, what exactly happened?"
Ji Yifan then recounted the entire sequence of events, sighing helplessly as he added, "Truthfully, the main reason was simply that we wanted to see if Brother Ning's martial prowess was truly as formidable as the rumors claimed. As for any serious grudge between us, there really isn’t one."
"That’s right, exactly so," Shi Dahai boomed in his rough voice.
The White-Haired Elder looked at Ning Xiaochuan with surprise, realizing he had actually encountered a descendant of nobility. "So you’re Ning Xiaochuan, the Imperial City’s top genius and a scion of the Jian Pavilion Marquis House?"
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