FOYL ~ 18

Chapter – 18

Heart Demon Seed

“Help me find someone,” Ye Tian said at this moment.

“What, who dared to provoke you?” Qin Yan’s voice was somewhat hoarse.

Ye Tian’s eyes turned ruthless, and his tone turned icy cold:
“The Pure Yang Body! The Pure Yang Body must be concealed by Master’s hidden aura talisman!
Only a Nascent Soul cultivator can detect it—I need you to help me find that person!”

“What?!” Qin Yan’s eyes widened in shock upon hearing this.

A few days earlier, when Cao Kun had awakened his Pure Yang Saint Body, Qin Yan had not been in the sect, so she was unaware of it.
Only after hearing Ye Tian’s words did she show some surprise.

As the Grand Elder of Xianyao Peak, she naturally knew Gong Feixue’s secret—the Pure Yang Body was crucial to Gong Feixue.
She also knew that Ye Tian had long coveted Gong Feixue and had already regarded her as his woman.

In an instant, Qin Yan understood Ye Tian’s intention—he wanted to kill the Pure Yang Body.

Qin Yan immediately looked at Ye Tian with an unfriendly expression:
“I can’t help you this time!
You should know how important the Pure Yang Body is to the Peak Master!”

But how could Ye Tian possibly listen to such words at this moment? His face instantly turned ferocious, and he said darkly:
“Are you sure you won’t help me?”

Qin Yan’s expression showed signs of struggle.

By now, Ye Tian had lost all patience. With a sinister look, he said:
“Then don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

He formed hand seals and began chanting incantations under his breath.

Qin Yan instantly felt her spiritual power spiraling out of control—
scenes from the past flooded her mind, and she pleaded in terror:
“Ye… Tian… please don’t…”

Ye Tian ignored her and continued his technique.

At this moment, the “Heart Demon Seed” that Ye Tian had planted inside Qin Yan began to emanate strands of black aura from within, spreading outward.
Before long, these black energies corroded her sea of consciousness.

Qin Yan instantly felt the agony of ten thousand ants devouring her heart. Her body trembled uncontrollably,
her face contorted grotesquely from the pain, and miserable cries of suffering escaped her lips.

Ye Tian sneered coldly, showing no pity, and continued for another incense stick’s time.

By now, Qin Yan lay limp on the bed, drenched as if she had just been pulled from water.

Ye Tian directly pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze—
without a shred of compassion, his face twisted with madness as he said:
“And now?”

Qin Yan opened her beautiful eyes, looking at Ye Tian with a face full of fear, and begged: “You…”

Ye Tian’s expression turned cold: “Hm?”

“I, I, I’ll help you find the Pure Yang Body,” Qin Yan finally said.

“The torment of the Heart Demon Seed is painful, isn’t it!
If you dare leak today’s matter to anyone, I’ll make your life worse than death!”
Ye Tian said viciously, then turned and walked out.

……………

At this time, Cao Kun had no idea that danger was quietly approaching.

He headed straight for the sect’s Scripture Library.
The outer sect competition was less than ten days away, and he urgently needed a martial technique.

Before long, he arrived outside a towering pavilion that reached into the clouds.
Cao Kun handed his identity token to the elder guarding the library outside the door,
and said respectfully with cupped hands:
“Elder, this disciple has come to select a cultivation technique.”

The guarding elder glanced at Cao Kun, then verified his identity token, and said flatly:
“Outer disciple, first three floors! Only two martial techniques!”

After expressing his thanks, Cao Kun walked inside.

Stepping into the Scripture Library, he felt a surge of excitement at the dazzling array of martial techniques.

Cao Kun possessed a Metal Spirit Root, so it was more suitable for him to find an aggressive, steel-like martial technique.

He glanced around the first floor—mostly Yellow-rank low and mid-grade techniques, which he naturally looked down upon.
Then he went to the second floor, which held Yellow-rank high-grade techniques. After browsing through them, he found nothing suitable.
He headed straight to the third floor. Upon entering, he noticed that there were far fewer techniques—
but all were Yellow-rank top-grade. It seemed outer disciples could only cultivate Yellow-rank techniques.

Cao Kun began searching carefully. Before long, he found a sword technique that suited him:

*”Geng Metal Sword Art”: Sharp and aggressive, suitable for Metal Spirit Root cultivators.*

Just as Cao Kun was about to use his identity token to unlock the restriction, a voice interrupted him:
“I’ve taken a liking to this martial technique!”

Cao Kun looked at the speaker—wasn’t that kid Wang Teng?
But what did that have to do with him, Cao Kun?

Cao Kun sneered dismissively, ignored him, and directly took the *Geng Metal Sword Art*.

“You’re asking for death!” Wang Teng roared, releasing his spiritual power in a show of force, as if ready to fight.

“Dare you say that again!” Cao Kun was now furious—when had he ever endured such humiliation?

Just as he was about to make a move, a stern voice warned: “No fighting inside the Scripture Library!”

“Do you know who I am?” Wang Teng stared at Cao Kun and asked.

“Idiot!”

Cao Kun turned around and left without another word.

Wang Teng scowled and followed closely: “Just you wait for the outer sect competition.”

Cao Kun glanced at Wang Teng and used his Heavenly Fate Eye to inspect him—
he was surprised to find that in just a few days, Wang Teng had reached the eighth level of Qi Refining!

But Cao Kun didn’t care—even if the other party was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, it would be in vain.

Wang Teng noticed Cao Kun’s surprise and said haughtily:
“Even my master said—
I, Wang Teng, have the talent of an immortal!”

Cao Kun turned to Wang Teng with a sinister smile:
“My son also has the talent of an immortal!”

Wang Teng was momentarily baffled, then scoffed disdainfully:
“Hmph! You already have a son and you’re still at Qi Refining—pathetic!”

“Good boy!” Cao Kun laughed heartily and walked off to another section.

Soon after, Cao Kun found another technique suitable for him—a fist technique called *”White Tiger Three Forms”*.

This trip was quite fruitful. Cao Kun left the Scripture Library feeling satisfied.

Just as Cao Kun was heading toward Xianyao Peak, his transmission jade talisman suddenly flickered—
followed by a seductive, alluring voice:
“Little junior, I miss you~~”

Hearing this, Cao Kun perked up instantly.
Heh, Liu Rumei—it was time to settle accounts!

“Senior Sister, wait for me obediently!”

After sending his reply, Cao Kun headed toward Yaoyue Peak.

Before long, Cao Kun arrived at the place where he had nearly lost his life.

As he stepped into the cave dwelling, a fiery red figure immediately threw herself into Cao Kun’s arms.

Cao Kun looked at the enchanting, seductive Liu Rumei in his embrace, reached out, and pinched her delicate chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Liu Rumei, looking into Cao Kun’s eyes, felt a strange unease for some reason, but she still allowed Cao Kun to do as he pleased.

Before long, she felt Cao Kun’s grip tightening until her tender chin began to ache.
She wanted to resist, but was horrified to discover that Cao Kun’s strength surpassed her own.
There was only one possibility—Cao Kun had become stronger than her!

“Junior~~ you’re hurting me~~”
At this moment, Liu Rumei’s beautiful eyes were watery, and her flushed face pleaded pitifully.

[Liu Rumei’s Submission Value +10, currently 60]

Portrait of Liu Rumei……………