Accidentally obtaining the iron block, gaining the ancient secret sealed for ten thousand years, expending countless effort researching Demon Sect script, finally finding the Demon Ridge Valley treasure—and ending up with nothing!
That moment.
Mo Shang wanted to wail and cry.
Too bullying, too bullying!
What else could he do?
Now not only had he gained nothing, his body was controlled, and he could only bow and serve as that guy’s servant.
Heavens.
How could he be so unlucky!
Jun Changxiao said: “There’s nothing good left here, let’s go out.”
The two humans and one beast left the treasury.
The blue flames on the altar had already extinguished, the two lines of text existing in mid-air had also disappeared, and the entire space once again became extremely dim.
“Master.”
Little Dragon said: “Should we take this coffin?”
Mo Shang’s expression changed, and he hurriedly said: “Master, inside lies the thirtieth Valley Master of Demon Ridge Valley. The dead are great—better not to disturb them.”
Jun Changxiao said: “This should be an empty coffin. The Valley Master should be that skeleton wearing the battle armor.”
“Eh?”
Mo Shang was stunned.
Little Dragon leaped up, landing on the altar, its palms gripping the coffin lid: “Let me open it and see!”
Creak—
The stone slab was lifted.
Little Dragon truly had skill and daring—wasn’t it afraid there were traps or mechanisms hidden in the coffin?
“Master.”
It called out: “There’s no corpse inside, only a pile of memorial tablets!”
Memorial tablets?
Jun Changxiao walked over.
Inside the coffin were neatly arranged thirty spirit tablets.
The foremost read “Spirit Tablet of First Valley Master of Demon Ridge Valley, Shentu E,” while the last read “Spirit Tablet of Thirtieth Valley Master of Demon Ridge Valley, Qiu Qianchi.”
Clearly.
These were the spirit tablets of Demon Ridge Valley’s past Valley Masters.
Jun Changxiao stroked his chin: “Spirit tablets are all enshrined in ancestral halls. It seems when Demon Ridge Valley was about to be destroyed, the last Valley Master transferred them to this independent space, not wanting enemies to destroy them.”
Mo Shang came up and bowed deeply: “Predecessors, many disturbances. Please forgive us!”
“Hmm?”
Jun Changxiao discovered there was also a palm-sized token in the coffin. With a light wave, he retrieved it—carved with the five large characters ‘Demon Ridge Valley Master.’
Could this be the token representing the sect’s greatest authority?
“Kid.”
Jun Changxiao tossed the token to Mo Shang: “Since you’re a demon cultivator and could come to this place, from today onward, you are the thirty-first Valley Master of Demon Ridge Valley.”
“Huh?”
Mo Shang hurriedly caught it, his facial expression becoming wonderful.
Though he knew this might represent the Valley Master token of Demon Ridge Valley, how could his master, who wasn’t from Demon Ridge Valley, directly appoint him as Valley Master!
“Not willing?”
Jun Changxiao said: “Then give it back.”
“Willing, willing!”
Mo Shang hurriedly stored the token safely, then with a “thud” knelt before the stone coffin, his expression solemn: “This junior Mo Shang, from today forward inherits the position of thirty-first Valley Master of Demon Ridge Valley. In the future, I will surely revive the glory of the Demon Sect!”
An ancient Demon Sect destroyed for ten thousand years welcomed its new Valley Master today, though it was very informal, though there were no followers to witness it.
“Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao stored the coffin in his spatial ring.
He knew the thirtieth Valley Master had preserved the spirit tablets of predecessors and himself in this independent space, hoping fated ones would inherit them and allow Demon Ridge Valley to continue.
Though ten thousand years had passed and the Demon Sect was nearly extinct.
But having taken everything, when the day came that he had the ability, naturally he would let Demon Ridge Valley reappear in the martial world.
“Let’s go.”
…
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
The two humans and one beast walked out from the independent space. Just as they steadied themselves, the pattern beneath their feet gradually dimmed, and the energy sphere in mid-air also disappeared.
The secret that had existed for ten thousand years, with the arrival of outsiders, completed its historical mission.
Strangely enough.
The sinister aura existing in the ruins began to fade.
In the distance, the fierce beasts’ eyes became clear again, their rotting bodies gradually healed. Though still wild, they seemed to have regained their consciousness.
Even the black water in the distant stream had become crystal clear.
“Let’s go.” Jun Changxiao said.
Mo Shang asked: “Master, where are we going?”
“Eternal Sect.” Jun Changxiao said.
“Eternal Sect?”
Mo Shang was startled and exclaimed: “That sect with third-tier potential?”
Though this guy had been devoted to researching the demonic path, he still knew about the most widely circulated topics outside.
Wait!
He had previously called himself ‘this seat’!
Mo Shang’s expression changed as he exclaimed: “Could Master be the Eternal Sect’s Sect Master Jun Changxiao?”
“Correct.” Jun Changxiao said.
Mo Shang immediately widened his eyes, finally understanding why someone of similar age could have Wuwang-level strength!
Jun Changxiao said: “Kid, I must say your luck is quite good. My Eternal Sect lacks nothing except demon cultivators. This seat plans to accept you—are you willing to join?”
Taking away someone’s fortune and still having the face to say their luck was good!
Scoundrel, scoundrel!
Mo Shang hurriedly said: “As long as Master doesn’t mind, I’m willing to join Eternal Sect!”
Now in Southwest Yang Province, who didn’t know Eternal Sect had enormous potential? Being able to join such a sect—the future would definitely be boundless!
“It’s just…”
Mo Shang suddenly became extremely dejected: “I’m a disaster star. Joining Eternal Sect will bring calamity to Master.”
Jun Changxiao said: “That you can say such words shows your heart isn’t bad. Forget disaster star—even if you were a disaster god, this seat would still accept you.”
Mo Shang’s heart was moved as he cupped his hands: “Many thanks to Master for taking me in!”
Just like that.
Having just inherited the position of thirty-first Valley Master of Demon Ridge Valley, he also became a disciple of Eternal Sect.
Actually, Jun Changxiao accepting Mo Shang was also because of Yao Mengying.
The little girl had awakened an innate demon body and was the most orthodox demon cultivator. Finding someone on the same path might help her cultivation.
More importantly.
Jun Changxiao didn’t care at all about the so-called distinction between righteous and demonic.
In his view, demonic didn’t necessarily mean bad, and righteous didn’t necessarily mean good, because this world had too many hypocrites.
“Roar—”
Suddenly, an ear-splitting roar came.
Jun Changxiao’s spiritual sense instantly captured that in the deepest part of Demon Ridge Valley, a massive fierce beast gradually stood up, emanating thick aura!
From its form, this wasn’t a land beast, but a flying beast covered entirely in black feathers!
Swoosh!
The colossal creature that had just stood spread its arms… no, its wings! Then violently flapped them, raising a gale. Its body weighing dozens of tons flew up.
Mo Shang could now see clearly and exclaimed: “This is a Demon Ridge Black Eagle!”
The System said: “Mid First-Rank spirit beast!”
Jun Changxiao’s gaze became fervent.
A mid-grade spirit beast—that was comparable to Wuhuang!
“Little Dragon!”
Jun Changxiao pointed at the about-to-fly Demon Ridge Black Eagle and commanded: “Don’t let it escape, quickly catch it!”
“Whoosh whoosh—”
Just as the words fell, Little Dragon, still in its second combat form, immediately shot over like a fireball, suddenly throwing a punch into the void.
Bang!
The explosive blazing fire fist whistled forth, striking directly on the just-flying Demon Ridge Black Eagle’s head. Then it was seen flapping its wings and crashing into the mountain face, immediately splashing up dust that filled the sky!