Chapter 120: The Three Perfections, Ensnared by Obsession

“Flames of flying fire, dispel evil and banish demons.
Golden wings spread wide, aided by wind and fire.
The sixth star of the South, the宿 star reveals its spirit.
Between heaven and earth, the winged fire serpent winds.”

The three demons—a wolf, a snake, and a rat—stood upon the position of the宿 star, pacing with the fierce stride of the constellations, chanting the宿 star incantation aloud to summon the ancient宿 demon star of the South.

Ji Ming lay carefully on the eaves, watching intently.

He had heard the demons speak of the demonic path but did not know how it differed from refining the form, nor its merits or flaws, which stirred his curiosity.

The old ape surrounded before them was already a “form-shedding demon,” analogous to the second stage of a cultivator’s journey—refining qi and transforming spirit—worthy of being called a great demon.

“Fight! Fight harder!
The fiercer the battle, the greater my chances to maneuver within it later.”

As he pondered this, a gaze suddenly fell upon him. The expression shifted rapidly—first surprise, then joy—as a voice shouted, “My child!”

“Seeking death!”

The old ape swung his arm, suspending a yellow-edged treasured sword above his head.

Runes flickered along the blade, flowing downward to envelop a small area around the ape.

Once the sword hovered, the old ape’s tension visibly eased, even turning to disdain.

Anyone could tell that this yellow-edged treasured sword, inscribed with runes and glowing with shifting light, gave the ape immense confidence.

“Today, I shall make you understand the difference between me, the guardian general of this cave, and you.”

Before his words could fall, the demons found the old ape’s figure vanished. The wolf captain’s gray fur bristled fiercely as he exclaimed in terror, “He’s using the art of spatial contraction!”

With a sharp thud, the wolf’s spear-wielding hairy arm fell into the bloodstain.

“So close.” The wolf captain’s eyes widened. If not for his lifelong martial instinct allowing him to deflect, half his body would have been severed.

“Please, Holy One!
Quickly summon the ancient宿 star!”

The wolf captain called out.

“No, still not enough. The ancient宿’s incantation requires a living sacrifice of fire and a vessel of bearing consciousness.” The clever rat glanced at the great crane and then at the young crane on the eaves. “We need a carrier.”

“I’ll hold him off; you all proceed quickly.”

The red-clad woman holding a gilded bronze incense burner called out.

She raised the gilded burner high, from which wisps of smoke immediately curled, forming a phantom tower in midair.

The next moment, a chill swept over her back—a blade sliced through, perfectly severing the beauty’s head from the serpent’s body.

Behind the blade were the old ape’s bloodthirsty, fanatical eyes.

“Hm?”

The severed beauty’s head tilted on the serpent’s body, slipping smoothly to the ground with a splash of blood, but the old ape paused, sensing something amiss.

He had severed many heads before, familiar with the dull resistance of flesh and bone, but this time, he felt no obstruction at all.

“Illusion!”

With that thought, the old ape took a great stride forward, his figure appearing from all directions, yet the illusion persisted.

Seeing the old ape trapped in the illusion, the demons all entered the pavilion together.

“Child, don’t be afraid.” On the glazed eaves of the octagonal Buddhist pavilion, the clever rat lifted Ji Ming, continuously soothing him.

His small green eyes peered intensely, then glanced at the flowing-scent great crane. “It’s you. Seems we have no other choice.”

He was placed roughly on a slab of blue stone inside the pavilion.

Within this octagonal pavilion lay protruding rocks covered with moist moss, beside a spring continuously flowing with blood.

Next to the spring grew a spirit herb with three curled tendrils—the “Three Worms Resurrection Herb” guarded by Erhe for the Hill Daoist.

“Wuwu~”

Eight hunters or woodcutters, tightly bound and blindfolded, hung from the eight corners of the pavilion’s eaves, adorned with beast-catching decorations, uttering faint whimpers.

Inside the pavilion were the great crane, the wolf captain, and the red-clad woman.

“Child.”

The great crane fluttered before Ji Ming, wrapping him gently with her wings, weeping as she said, “For the ancient宿 incantation to descend, a flesh vessel is needed. You have consumed ‘Star宿 Divine Water’ for many days—perfect for sacrifice.”

“What can a fledgling crane who hasn’t even lost its down understand?!” The red-clad woman looked anxiously outside the pavilion, urging, “Hurry!”

The wolf captain, having lost an arm, was drenched in cold sweat, his wolf fur soaked.

He comforted the great crane, “The宿 star’s possession won’t last long. After helping us through this crisis, it will naturally depart. This worthy nephew may only lose some lifespan—after all, we demons have no shortage of longevity.”

“Hurry up.” The red-clad woman looked at the gilded bronze burner emitting smoke outside the pavilion, wincing, “My ‘Shen Zhi Incense’ can’t hold much longer.”

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With a sharp crack, the severed beauty’s head burst, cutting off the red-clad woman’s words abruptly.

“The old ape’s empty-practice palm strike.”

“Bang!”

Before the wolf captain could finish speaking, half his body exploded, scattering blood and flesh over the flowing-scent great crane.

“Magic’s profound mysteries cannot match my mastery of blade, sword, and palm.”

The old ape stepped forward slowly, treading on blood and wet mud, leaving a trail of footprints.

Suddenly he struck with another palm, aimed beyond the pavilion but failed to kill instantly. Frowning, he said, “Clever rat, you truly are clever.”

His gaze fixed on the flowing-scent great crane.

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