Demon King's Repayment - chapter 312

“What? Did you just meet Patriarch Sanjun?”

“What did Patriarch Sanjun look like? Was he tall and kind as in the temple?”

Hearing about Yuan Xiang’s adventure, everyone was very surprised. She recounted everything that had just happened.

“Hahaha, it’s impossible. Ah Xiang, did you dream? How can your human God be like a child?” Wuyuan laughed.

All the people present, only Qingyuan showed a look of surprise.

“Ah Xiang, did you really see the patriarch himself? Even the disciples of our Qingyi Sect have only one oracle who could see the patriarch these years. How could you see the incarnation of the patriarch?”

“This is rarely known. The statue of the patriarch enshrined in the temple today is actually not real. The patriarch practiced the technique of immeasurable crossing, and when he ascended, he was indeed a six or seven-year-old child.”

After hearing his words, everyone believed that Yuan Xiang had just seen the incarnation of  Patriarch Sanjun under everyone’s eyes.

Their contact time was only a brief moment, but the wonderful experience at that moment gave Yuan Xiang a feeling of being out of the flesh, as if she touched the edge of a new realm in that short time.

In an instant, she could experience the thoughts and joys of many creatures.

Such a creature could no longer be called human. It was already a spiritual body that existed on another level.

It was such a God. He told Yuan Xiang that her master was trapped in Nanming voluntarily, and she could not look for him.

Yuan Xiang felt uncertain about the future.

“Anyway, let’s go up the mountain first. Let’s see if my head teacher knows something. She is my senior sister, much older than me,” Qingyuan saw Yuan Xiang unhappy, and offered comfort.

While discussing that bizarre incident, everyone walked up the foot of the mountain and climbed to the place where Qingyi Temple was located.

The stone steps up the mountain were very narrow, with green pine on both sides of the stone steps welcoming guests and orchids spreading fragrance. From time to time, one could see one or two disciples coming down from the mountain. These disciples of the Qingyi Sect, whether young or old, when they saw Qingyuan, all respectfully stood on both sides of the mountain road and called him ‘Uncle Master’.

Qingyuan didn’t put on airs, and greeted them with a smile.

Dongxuan Sect and Qingyi Sect were also the two best sects in the world.

Compared with the Dongxuan Sect in Jingdu, which was magnificent, the Qingyi Sect in Kunlun Mountain was too simple.

The narrow mountain road, climbing the steps of moss, the mottled red wall, everywhere revealed a kind of ancient charm different from the outside world.

Climbing halfway up the mountain, stepping into the courtyard gate, and under the steps inside the gate, several young disciples lined up to practice basic physical skills. Further inside was the training ground for demons. All the apostles there were in shackles with a seal. They were locked within a certain range and were not allowed to move around.

Although Qingyuan had a very high level of seniority and power in martial arts, he was only obsessed with raising apostles in captivity. This training ground was the only thing he and his disciples were responsible for.

A disciple who was going to travel hastily registered outside the venue, picked up a demon, dragged him out by the chain, rode on his back and flew into the sky to leave.

The young female disciple guarding the gate took out a little rabbit, sat face to face on the grass, and played with each other.

While having fun, she suddenly saw Master Qingyuan, who had gone far away, suddenly appear in front of her.

The female disciple was startled, stood up awkwardly, and hid the little rabbit who was playing with her behind her back.

“Master, I was wrong. I shouldn’t secretly release the demon again,” she subconsciously took the lead in admitting her mistake.

But after waiting for a long while, the master did not reprimand her as usual, but reached out and touched her head, and walked past her with a group of strange people behind him.

Qingyuan led Yuan Xiang and others through that area where the apostles were held.

The big and small demons in the field were uniformly restrained. They squatted or stood in their respective corners looking at him, all dissatisfied with hatred. Only the rabbit with folded ears hiding behind the little disciple quietly exposed his head, looked with his eyes like a red stone, and hurriedly looked away.

An apostle who had probably made some mistake was tied to the ground, with small red eyes, screaming and cursing. His master was a 60-year-old Taoist, who was standing by and launching a punishment contract, punishing the apostle who was unwilling to tame.

It was a little demon with very low attack power. It was extremely difficult for a powerful demon to become an apostle. Even in the Qingyi Sect, one could be considered a highly qualified Taoist.

If it were in the past, Qingyuan would find it normal. But this time, he didn’t know why, watching those demons locked in the corner, watching the demon who was rolling in the dust and screaming for resistance, Qingyuan suddenly felt that these demons were taken for granted. 

He walked behind the disciple, raised his hand and gave him a slap on his head.

“Master…Master?”

The younger Taoist was Qingyuan’s apprentice, and was startled by the sudden appearance of his master. He didn’t know what he did wrong, and was holding his head and apologizing.

“There are not many demons in this world. We only have a few apostles. Can’t you be nice to them? What do you mean by bullying them like this?” Qingyuan taught his apprentice a lesson. The apprentices of different ages in the back group shrank their heads and dared not reply.