Chapter 15: The Curse of the Inner Demon

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As the thick demonic mist dissipated at the horizon, the sunlight it had obscured was no longer as bright as before. The glaring rays through the dark clouds had softened into a hazy glow, inexplicably casting a dull heaviness over the spirit. Xuan Yi regarded the woman who appeared within the barrier, calmly stepping back to create distance between them.

In truth, this phantom demon had appeared on the very first day Xuan Yi was confined here.

A few days ago, the phantom demon reappeared at the cliff’s edge beneath a giant stone, leaving a message for him: she had found a way to break the barrier and was patiently waiting for the right moment to help him escape.

Xuan Yi had left the sect for her alone. Only she could locate the succubus.

It was not difficult to guess who was behind the strange occurrences in Lanya City today.

“Young master, do you still remember me?” The phantom demon’s silky eyes gazed at Xuan Yi enticingly.

[Trying to find a way to break this cursed barrier has nearly exhausted me. If not for that strange little demon ruining my grand plan, it wouldn’t have taken so long!]

Caught off guard by the sudden intrusion of another’s thoughts, Xuan Yi’s eyes flickered briefly.

Since appearing in the cave, he had heard no thoughts but his own. He had suspected something was wrong with the sword bone within him, but now it seemed normal again. Xuan Yi wondered whether the problem lay with the sword bone or if some other cause existed.

Seeing that Xuan Yi did not answer, the phantom demon added, “I’ve heard the sect’s young master is infallible in calculation. Have you figured out whether I can break this barrier today?”

[If I hadn’t consulted the scrolls left by my elder brother before, who would have known that little demon’s power actually comes from a devil fruit…]

No sooner had she finished speaking than Xuan Yi’s gaze snapped sharply toward her, his carefully sculpted, cold eyes dark as deep water.

Instinctively, she stepped back.

[Isn’t this sect young master supposed to be the epitome of virtue and elegance? Why does he look so… terrifying?]

The phantom demon dared not meet Xuan Yi’s piercing gaze directly. She moved toward the barrier: “I’ll break the barrier first. Once it opens, young master, you’ll regain your freedom.”

Xuan Yi withdrew his gaze, quietly staring down the mountain.

Her source of power was a devil fruit.

The devil fruit, also known as the heart of the succubus, was recorded in ancient texts. The first trial of a succubus’s formation was to peel away its heart and soul. The loss of the heart transformed the succubus’s alluring form into a demonic one, feeding on the desires of all things, immortal and undying.

The succubus’s heart, once removed, became the demonic fruit, which would not dissipate but left no trace.

The devil fruit contained the chaotic power of the succubus. Though mighty, it was like a sword hanging over one’s head at all times. If one day the succubus sought to reclaim its heart, the bearer of the devil fruit would be doomed beyond salvation.

“Pfft!” Suddenly, the phantom demon, casting spells near the barrier, spat a mouthful of blood.

Xuan Yi lazily lifted his eyes to look at her. She gave an embarrassed smile: “Almost there… almost…”

White snowflakes settled on Jiu Wu’s eyelashes. She sniffed but could no longer detect the cool, clean scent she loved. Instead, the damp, metallic stench of blood filled her nostrils. She detested this smell.

Her frail body was riddled with wounds; blood dripped onto the ground, crystallizing into red frost. Jiu Wu lifted her hand, but it soon dropped weakly.

Time seemed frozen for her, yet the sinister sword energy in the formation did not cease. She could only slowly crawl again.

The system’s voice trembled with sorrow: “Host, I am afraid.”

It had thought itself an observer of this world, long prepared for the day it would part ways with this place.

But now that moment had truly come, it felt reluctant.

Perhaps it genuinely wanted to see if this stubborn, unrepentant villainess might have even the slightest chance to change her fate.

But it seemed…

There was no chance left.

The sharp sword energy descended, targeting Jiu Wu’s vital point.

The system closed its eyes in helplessness.

“Bang!” At the critical moment, a gust of wind pierced the blood-killing formation.

The peachwood sword, which had been chasing the demon child earlier, suddenly blocked the sword energy before Jiu Wu, severing it, then shattered on the ground.

“Thirteen!”

The system had never seen Jiu Wu so broken. She crouched on the ground, trembling as she picked up the broken peachwood sword.

Holding the fractured sword, she tried to piece it back together, her hands shaking uncontrollably.

“A mere broken wooden sword, not even a proper magical weapon, without its master’s spiritual power, yet it can resist the bloodthirsty sword energy inside the formation?” The Blood-Clad Envoy outside the formation exclaimed in disbelief.

“It’s not a broken sword.”

The Blood-Clad Envoy looked at Jiu Wu, who hugged the broken sword and stared at them quietly.

The jagged broken blade cut into her palm, blood staining her fingertips as she traced complex, strange runes that gradually materialized in the air.

The Blood-Clad Envoy was stunned.

“The Heart Demon Curse? But she’s already possessed by the demon… why is she still drawing the Heart Demon Curse?”

The system took a deep breath.

The Heart Demon Curse was the most feared and despised forbidden spell among all sect cultivators. A cultivator could fall to demonic corruption in an instant, their heart tainted, their path broken, utterly becoming a fiend.

Jiu Wu’s possession by the devil fruit was an external force. The powerful demonic aura might infect her spiritual power, making her no different from a fiend in appearance, but if her heart remained resolute, she would not be controlled by the demonic energy.

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