Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Unlucky Fortune

In the world, there are countless talented individuals, yet those capable of seizing others’ luck are few and far between.

Li Hui now also belongs to the ranks of exceptional individuals. With just the Fortune Ascending Talismans infused into the Heavenly and Earthly Arrays, he can produce extraordinary effects.

If it had been the previous version of the Fortune Ascending Talismans, he wouldn’t have dared to confront a Bosa stage Demon Cultivator, but look how the silver snake bracelet amplified the spirit talismans to treasure talismans! Even the Fortune Ascending Talismans became extraordinary, allowing him to seize others’ luck and diminish their fortunes with the help of external forces.

The key lies in this connection: tracking one’s path, determining causality. Since he has obtained Ice Silkworms, he must pay back both the principal and interest, with no escape from this fate.

Ultimately, how much principal and interest he can recover depends on the judgment of the heavens, but celestial judgment usually proves to be a trap, especially when dealing with heavenly varieties. Even Ice Silkworms are insignificant against them. Moreover, Hongmo Xi’s error was being short-sighted, speaking before Li Hui of using Ice Silkworms to search for the Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King.

How high is the cultivation of true disciples of the Hongmo Sect? To boast before a young Spirit Motion stage cultivator is to lose face! One can see that Hongmo Xi has limited abilities; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been captured and forced to become a Slave Cultivator by Dugu Yi.

A meal can be eaten haphazardly, but words must be chosen carefully, especially since the actions and words of cultivators are recorded by the heavens. Hongmo Xi thought she had gained an advantage, and her retribution came fast.

While she was occupied suppressing her inner demons, the corner of her right eye twitched unexpectedly, and she wondered, “What is happening?”

With a soft buzz, illusions sprang up around her, and a voice echoed in her ears, “Senior Brother Xi, I regard you as a father figure, so why are you trying to harm me? Have you secretly set dark seals to threaten the old man?”

“You know?” Hongmo Xi’s heart trembled, suddenly filled with malevolence as she roared, “Your mother was supposed to be my furnace body, but the old man interfered and forced her to marry your father. I have endured for years without growth in my cultivation, and this matter has become my inner demon. No, I must take revenge; even if I die, I will retaliate! Hahaha, you were once extremely gifted, and I slowly stripped that brilliance from you while you were a child, ruining your pristine foundation…”

“You?” Hongmo Zhengfang suddenly opened his eyes, gazing incredulously at Hongmo Xi, who was speaking crazily, “Why does Hongmo Zhenglun have the right to reject you and recruit Fire Family cultivators? And why does Hongmo Zheng Lin have the right to take your opportunity for promotion? Without a knowledgeable insider whispering secrets, you really believe a high-level demon cultivator can decode the old man’s schemes? Hmph, I sold out your faction long ago and never intended to genuinely assist your ascension. Have these days been painful? Good, let the little young master suffer and understand the hardships faced by Demon Cultivators!”

“Bastard…” Hongmo Zhengfang’s eyes flared red with anger, wanting to lunge at her, but a huge hidden danger within him kept him from moving.

“Don’t move; it’s not quite time yet.”

Hongmo Xi held Hongmo Zhengfang down, sneering, “Originally, I planned to take your luck along with it to replenish my losses, but that little ghost named Li Hui outside has already done it! Haha, look at how pathetic you are; you are born to be slaughtered, and anyone can have a bite, so you don’t deserve to be a Demon Cultivator. I’ll just leave you a hollow shell to harm the old man subtly; why would I waste Ten-Thousand-Year Abyssal Wood on you? Uh, no, it’s bad; my inner demons are messing with me, Ten-Thousand-Year Abyssal Wood…”

At that moment, Hongmo Xi instinctively took out the black wood, and immediately, black smoke billowed from her body, emitting a shriek as she was sealed into the Abyssal Wood. All she could do was exclaim, “How can my inner demons erupt now?”

Hongmo Zhengfang roared, “If they didn’t, I wouldn’t even know why I’m so unlucky. Hongmo Xi, I once considered you a good teacher and friend, but you treat me like a dog. If it weren’t for the old man, your mother would have already absorbed me into a human! Because of this matter, my inner demons were born—who is unworthy of being a Demon Cultivator? Isn’t your resolve weak?”

“Die!” Hongmo Zhengfang gritted his teeth and shattered two of his teeth. With two soft sounds, he unleashed the trump card Qian Qiu Yue had given him, directing all of it at Hongmo Xi.

The two Blood Demon Soul Towers descended like heavy golden hammers, causing Hongmo Xi to widen her eyes in fear, screaming, “The Blood Demon Soul Tower?”

“You’re right; I’m not suitable to be a Demon Cultivator. Today I will sacrifice my whole demonic essence to you,” Hongmo Zhengfang exclaimed with red eyes, raising his arms to release a surge of red glow, provoking the Blood Towers to summon terrifying Blood Clouds.

“Bang, bang…” Hongmo Xi used all her strength to resist, but Hongmo Zhengfang had gone mad, and with the suppression of the Blood Demon Soul Towers, her shoulders crumpled inward, followed by cracks appearing in her skull. Little did she know that misfortunes come in threes—while she sought to control the formation maps and disks set outside the bug nest, a fog appeared in the depths of hell, as if taking something from her and leaving her unable to control the formation disks.

“Is it only you who knows how to tamper with formation disks? Don’t think I can’t?” Hongmo Zhengfang had never felt such rage before. Since childhood, he hadn’t regarded Hongmo Xi as an outsider, but this senior brother who had half-trained him was too disappointing, leaving him feeling hopeless. How could he pursue a path where family ties and friendships must be severed, becoming twisted into madness? He used to think demon paths were a way, but now he no longer believed that.

Unexpectedly, Hongmo Zhengfang faced the powerful enemy with fierce determination; feeling utterly hopeless and ready to slay the essence and demons, in a certain way, it was akin to killing himself. He felt his head thump, and a heavy sensation in his dantian pushed him through the threshold and into the Bosa stage.

“Bastard, I don’t want to be a Demon Cultivator anymore, and yet heaven lets me ascend!”

The two Blood Demon Soul Towers shattered, causing Hongmo Xi to retreat repeatedly until she sat in the corner, her eyes glazed over as a wisp of breath escaped her.

In a brief moment, she had tried to scheme against Hongmo Zhengfang, only to become a stepping stone for his ascension. Even if she felt resentful and unwilling to perish, under the weight of the Blood Demon, she would never rise again.

Breathing heavily, Hongmo Zhengfang roared with his bare chest exposed, “Li Hui, come in! This bastard’s belongings belong to you now. I can’t even be bothered to touch him; not even my pinky finger will touch him, but you must leave the good wine!”

While letting Hongmo Zhengfang say these words showcased his deep sadness, after obtaining the bag of treasures filled with wine jars, he turned his back and left for the other chambers of the bug nest to drink to his heart’s content.

“Fortune comes when the heavens align; when luck departs, heroes find no freedom!” Li Hui stood in front of Hongmo Xi, remarking, shaking his head, “You can’t claim to be a hero, but aren’t true disciples of the Hongmo Sect far from ordinary? Previously cornered by the formation, you lost your luck; you even had to take advantage of me to steal Ice Silkworms. Now, how’s this? You’ve really lost both principal and interest, even your life!”

After Qian Qiu Yue took over Hongmo Xi’s corpse, she shot Li Hui a strange glance, feeling that her understanding had been overturned once again. Each time a few days passed without seeing him, this child always surprised her. This time, it was more than a surprise—having even brought down a Bosa stage Demon Cultivator, what kind of changes would this bring to the sect? Was it good fortune or disaster?

Before Qian Qiu Yue could ponder further, the walls of the bug nest began to crack with a “creaking” sound, revealing numerous fissures!