Chapter Seventy: Cang Yu, the Genius of Divine Realm Weaponry

Green Sandalwood grew somewhat uneasy under You Xiyue’s gaze. He didn’t know why, but whenever he faced You Xiyue, an inexplicable fear gripped him—something he’d never felt even before his master. “My mother was a peacock demon, my father from the Immortal Realm. But they’re both dead.”

Words that ought to have been steeped in sorrow sounded oddly indifferent from Green Sandalwood’s lips.

Peacock demons held a high status among the demon clans. But for a half-demon, that status likely counted for little.

You Xiyue pinched the orb of demon power from her pouch and rolled it between her palms. “Will Xueyu really come because of this?”

“Of course,” Green Sandalwood replied with certainty.

“Oh? Then you may go.”

“Young Mistress?” Junyang looked at You Xiyue in confusion. Just yesterday she had been impatient to meet Xueyu, intent on questioning Green Sandalwood—why was she letting him go so easily today?

Seeing You Xiyue’s consent, Green Sandalwood hurriedly bowed and dashed out.

Junyang was still bewildered when You Xiyue crushed the demon power orb in her palm. The demon aura quickly dispersed through the room, identical to the scent Green Sandalwood had released atop Mount Tianhuo.

Junyang was even more startled. “Young Mistress, why did you crush the demon power orb?”

“Perhaps Xueyu does indeed like these, but the orb can also serve to locate our general position. I suspect Xunyu is deliberately hiding from us.”

“Hiding? Why?”

You Xiyue offered no explanation. She pulled Junyang onto the teleportation array in the room. In a flash, they were outside the town, and with another leap, they returned to Mount Tianhuo.

Although the snow Xunyu had summoned had already melted, the air on Mount Tianhuo was still thick with the scent of the demon power orb, and You Xiyue could even distinguish Xueyu’s unique aura among them.

This confirmed her earlier suspicions.

Junyang appeared dumbfounded. “So we were tricked by that Green Sandalwood boy after all? Did Xunyu come here after we left?”

“Not only did Xunyu come, Xueyu is with Xunyu,” You Xiyue said, her mood visibly darkening.

“Should we keep looking for Xueyu then?” Junyang asked cautiously.

“No. We’ll go to the Demon Realm first.”

“To the Demon Realm?”

“Yes. The disappearance of those great demons is probably connected to the Devouring Demon Pearl.”

“The Devouring Demon Pearl? The one crafted by that genius artifact master Cang Yu, the pearl that almost destroyed the Demon Realm?”

“That’s the one.”

Junyang remembered You Xiyue had mentioned Cang Yu before.

Cang Yu, like Feng Qinghe’s father Feng Anlin, was buried on Xingruo Island; both were among the seven who had made their final wishes.

Fifty thousand years ago, Cang Yu was a renowned artifact master in the Sacred Realm. The magical weapons he crafted were highly coveted by all the great clans, and both the Demon and Devil Realms boasted treasures of his making. He even forged two grade-dao artifacts.

The Devouring Demon Pearl was one of them.

Yet this very artifact became his lifelong regret.

Cang Yu had a beloved woman, and their love was the envy of the immortals. But after a family trial, she vanished without a trace.

Cang Yu searched for her for ten thousand years, but to no avail.

One day, the woman’s corpse was found in the Demon Realm. Her body was covered in claw marks, as if mauled by wild beasts—a gruesome and tragic death.

All evidence pointed to her being slain by demons.

Crazed with grief, Cang Yu rampaged through the Demon Realm, killing every demon he encountered. But with so many demons, none would admit to the crime.

In a fit of rage, Cang Yu forged the Devouring Demon Pearl.

The day the pearl descended, the Demon Realm was plunged into an apocalypse—darkness fell, sinister winds howled, and the stench of decay filled every corner.

Just as Cang Yu prepared to storm the Demon Realm with the pearl for vengeance, he was intercepted by his senior brother, Hongchen.

It was from Hongchen that Cang Yu finally learned the truth.

The woman had been murdered by her own kin. The Cang family patriarch believed Cang Yu had neglected his craft for romance, and after much instigation from Hongchen, finally ordered her death.

All the family’s hopes rested on Cang Yu, whose talent had dazzled since childhood. In a way, the woman’s death was because of him.

The revelation shattered Cang Yu.

In his anguish, Hongchen seized the Devouring Demon Pearl.

Only then did Cang Yu realize the magnitude of his mistake—how many innocent demons had died by his hand.

The Devouring Demon Pearl could not be allowed to exist; its presence would throw the Demon Realm into chaos, perhaps even destruction.

Cang Yu and Hongchen battled for seven days and nights, but in the end, Cang Yu fell.

With a single strike, Hongchen shattered Cang Yu’s dantian, and even his nascent soul was crushed, cutting off his escape.

Summoning his last strength, Cang Yu activated the holy artifact, the Wandering Immortal Map.

The map absorbed Hongchen, sealing him within.

But the Devouring Demon Pearl was also drawn in with Hongchen.

The Wandering Immortal Map was but an array—a formation that could make any cultivator who entered lose their mind and regress in cultivation. But at most, it could only seal for fifty thousand years.

After fifty thousand years, even if Hongchen’s cultivation had fallen to the Foundation Establishment stage, the Devouring Demon Pearl would still be in his possession.

Thus, the Demon Realm remained at risk of catastrophe.

Cang Yu shattered the jade pendant in his hand and came to Xingruo Island.

His final wish was that, fifty thousand years later, the Devouring Demon Pearl be found and destroyed.

The Devouring Demon Pearl was all the more dangerous in the hands of someone with high cultivation, for it could devour demons and convert their essence into the user’s own power—be they cultivators, devils, or demons.

Thus, it was imperative to retrieve it before Hongchen could regain his strength.

“But how do we get there?” Junyang fretted. Both of them were cultivators; in the Demon Realm, they would be hard-pressed to act. While not in mortal peril, gathering information would be difficult and would draw too much attention.

You Xiyue began rummaging through her universe pouch.

Junyang waited patiently by her side.

After a long search, she produced a spatial ring.

“What’s this?” Junyang asked.

“Cang Yu’s,” You Xiyue said, slipping it onto her finger. She recalled Cang Yu’s memories, invoked the incantation, and opened the ring.

As expected of an artifact master, the ring was filled with treasures.

“Is there any Heavenly Pepper Flower inside?” Junyang asked curiously.

You Xiyue curled her lip. “No.”

“Oh…”

After scouring Cang Yu’s spatial ring for a while, You Xiyue finally found the Demon Emperor Grass from Cang Yu’s memories.

Once taken out, the grass exuded a powerful demonic aura.

You Xiyue picked two leaves and slipped them into her own and Junyang’s pouches.

Immediately, they were enveloped in a dense demon aura.

The Demon Emperor Grass was something Cang Yu had once purchased at great expense in the Demon Realm to facilitate dealings when selling his artifacts.

Now, it was the perfect solution for the problem You Xiyue and Junyang faced.

Junyang, being of the beast clan, could easily mimic a demon with the help of this disguised aura.

His brown pupils became vertical slits, and he took on the menacing look of a serpent demon—fierce and dangerous.

You Xiyue glanced at Junyang and thought it unnecessary. Demons typically appeared in human form and rarely revealed their true natures. After all, demons had natural enemies, and exposing their bestial traits would invite trouble; the human guise was the best camouflage.

In the Demon Realm, all sorts of demon auras mingled, and it was not as easy as in the cultivation world to distinguish the exact type of demon one encountered.