A Link in the Plan, the Sense of Revenge Chan Hongyi Craved
A Link in the Plan, the Sense of Revenge Chan Hongyi Craved
Chan Hongyi descended with a host of great demons from Devil Mountain, unafraid of the many ancient Prohibition Arrays inscribed throughout this place, and strode straight down before the mountain gate of the Family of Immortals.
Every guest who witnessed this scene was utterly shaken. None of them had imagined that the demoness in red, who had clearly come with ill intent, would be so brazen.
One had to understand that on the territory of the Family of Immortals, even a supreme figure arriving with an Immortal Grade Artifact in hand would have to restrain themselves and tread carefully—who would dare swagger in like this?
At that moment, the many star domains surrounding the Family of Immortals were being battered by sky-flooding demonic qi, and the stars trembled and rustled.
The Immortal’s Corpse had crashed down there, exuding a terrifying aura that ground away vast swathes of the world’s rules.
Swept up in the fallout, one inscribed star after another lit up with radiance, as though Ancestral Symbols had been set ablaze.
Endless divine light shot into the heavens, like blades of light sharp enough to tear the firmament apart. Strands of law and order interwove, erupting with fluctuations like a boundless ocean.
This scene sent shockwaves through the supreme experts of every universe. All of them felt their hair stand on end, deeply unnerved.
No one knew where the Immortal’s Corpse had come from, but there was no denying how terrifying the demoness in red, Chan Hongyi, truly was. Even some supreme figures felt their hearts grow uneasy.
“Insolent demoness in red! How dare you trespass upon the mountain gate of my Gu Family!”
At once, one of the Gu Family’s Elders darkened his expression. Watching the scene from a great distance, he barked out a low rebuke.
Although the demoness in red had just claimed that Gu Changge was her Shifu, judging by the current display, how could she be allowed to run wild on the very day of his grand wedding to Yue Mingkong?
“This is an invitation personally written by Shifu. Surely the Longevity Gu Family isn’t going to bar my way?”
Chan Hongyi’s figure was tall and slender, her legs long, her flawless face as pale and lustrous as jade with a faint glow flowing across it. Standing before the mountain gate of the Longevity Gu Family, she spoke coldly.
At the same time, an invitation appeared in her hand, its writing manifesting and floating in the void.
It was the very invitation that the Sky Bull Demon King had obtained from Gu Changge back when the Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being emerged into the world and summoned the supreme figures to pay their respects at Divine City.
Seeing the invitation in Chan Hongyi’s hand, the many Gu Family Elders furrowed their brows.
They hadn’t expected that she truly had been invited.
“Elders, let her in.”
Seeing this, Gu Changge shook his head slightly. He didn’t believe Chan Hongyi would dare cause real havoc within the Longevity Gu Family.
Although her Physique was terrifying—long since exceeding what the current Beyond could withstand—it remained a fact that she could not unleash power surpassing the Celestial Realm.
Her arrival today with an Immortal’s Corpse in tow served no purpose other than to expose his identity and thereby cause him trouble.
Perhaps, in her mind, such methods would make the many orthodoxies of the Beyond warier and more fearful of him, driving them to band together and strike as one, making the whole world his enemy.
Or perhaps, in her mind, doing this could disrupt his plans, or else give vent to her hatred and resentment.
But in Gu Changge’s eyes, all of this was far too childish. His main concern was only that Chan Hongyi might cast all caution aside and lash out like a madwoman at the people by his side.
Beyond that, he cared nothing for any of her methods.
On the contrary, he could turn this to his advantage—redirecting the calamity eastward, letting Chan Hongyi take care of certain troubles for him.
In terms of raw strength alone, even the Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being was far from a match for the current Chan Hongyi. Once the world’s environment changed and the Opportunity to Become an Immortal descended, Chan Hongyi could likely tear apart even a True Immortal with nothing but the power of her Physique.
After all, at her peak back then, her cultivation had far surpassed the Celestial Realm.
Gu Changge did not intend to deal with Chan Hongyi just yet, because too many plans were at stake.
Moreover, sealing her in the Demon-Burying Abyss back then had, in truth, been part of the Demon Lord’s plan.
As these memories resurfaced, Gu Changge grew ever clearer about what he needed to do.
The descent of the Celestial Path—all of it had long since been accounted for.
“On the day of Shifu’s grand wedding, your disciple has come to beg a cup of wine. Shifu surely won’t mind.”
A cold, alluring curve hooked at the corner of Chan Hongyi’s lips as she strode straight through the mountain gate.
The many great demons following behind her, wreathed in demonic qi with murderous glints flashing in their eyes and auras of utter terror, did not follow at this moment. They halted right at the Gu Family’s mountain gate.
Every guest watched this unfold with pounding hearts, watching the demoness in red pass through one divine island and Mystic Mountain after another, heading toward the great hall where the wedding was being held.
Her dreadful aura was not restrained in the slightest. Instead, it pressed down upon everyone like a surging black sea.
Many Cultivators of slightly weaker cultivation felt their very souls on the verge of collapse and shattering, to say nothing of their bodies.
“This demoness in red is truly outrageous!”
The experts of the various orthodoxies all wore rather ugly expressions. Even the True Daoists furrowed their brows tightly, deeply unsettled.
The leaders of Sky Emperor Mountain, the Endless Fire Kingdom, and Purple Cloud Valley had flickering gazes, their faces shifting between light and shadow.
The power of the demoness in red was plain for all to see, but no one knew what grievances lay between her and Gu Changge.
Her calling Gu Changge “Shifu” was partly born of hatred, but in the eyes of some old foxes, wasn’t there another, deeper layer to it?
After all, knowing full well how perilous this trip was, she had still chosen to descend in her true body on the day of her Shifu’s grand wedding, stirring up enormous waves. If one claimed she didn’t care, how could that be possible? In their view, it even seemed very much like the demoness in red was dead set on drawing Gu Changge’s attention, and that was why she did all this.
And who could say whether the grudge between the two of them might one day be resolved?
That Gu Changge was the reincarnation of some Absolute Being from the Forbidden Epoch was already an undeniable fact. Now he had the Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being backing him as his Shifu, and his own strength was unfathomable. If he were to gain the aid of the demoness in red on top of that...
Across the entire vast Beyond, likely no force would dare stand against him anymore.
And so, as everyone in the great hall nursed their own thoughts and speculations ran wild—
Chan Hongyi appeared within the great hall. Her gaze lingered for a long moment upon Yue Mingkong, clad in her phoenix coronet, before finally turning to Gu Changge. “I wonder, is Shifu satisfied with the grand gift your disciple has presented?”
As she spoke, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, wearing an expression of keen interest.
That Immortal’s Corpse was one she had spent considerable effort to find, excavated from a broken, ancient world buried somewhere within the chaos. Its Source remained at least seventy percent intact.
Once the Celestial Path descended and Gu Changge’s cultivation broke through to the Celestial Realm, he would certainly seek out the Source of a Celestial-level existence at the first opportunity, to devour and refine it.
Of course, Chan Hongyi did not expose Gu Changge’s identity as the Founder of Demonic Arts at this moment.
What she wanted to see was merely this Shifu of hers—who from beginning to end remained calm and breezy, as though everything were within his grasp—revealing a flustered expression.
Only that could give her some satisfaction, some sense of revenge.
“How thoughtful of you.”
However, to Chan Hongyi’s disappointment, Gu Changge seemed to have long since known her purpose. His expression remained without a ripple, his voice as placid as ever.
It was as though, even if his identity as the Founder of Demonic Arts were exposed at this very moment, he wouldn’t care in the slightest.