The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 123 - 121 Just a Jiao

Chapter 123: Chapter 121 Just a Jiao

Du Bing turned her head with full confidence, "You little girl sure know how to talk, insinuating that our Yun Ying copied your words, huh? Let me tell you, this time Yun Ying really calculated it herself. I am her mother, would she lie to me?"

Yun Ying was almost in despair, her fingertips pressing hard into her palm, wishing everything that just happened was just an illusion.

In fact, she hadn’t calculated anything herself; what she told Du Bing last night was merely repeating Yun Qi’s words.

Of course, with her skills, she could resolve the White Tiger Evil, but since it involved her own family, especially her mother, she really couldn’t see through it.

Ultimately, she was still affected by blood ties.

"Aunt, whether Sister Yun Ying lied to you, can’t you just ask her?"

After saying that, Yun Qi climbed back onto the high chair, swinging her little legs and pouting her mouth as she blew at the pinwheel.

Why isn’t this pinwheel moving? It must be fake.

Her little mouth pouted even higher, humming in her heart.

Du Bing was stunned, turning her head to look at her daughter.

The Xuan Sect people, who had been watching the spectacle for so long, couldn’t help but start discussing.

"Logically speaking, the people of the Xuan Sect shouldn’t be able to divinate for those close to them. Throughout history, only a few people have broken this taboo, so did Miss Yun Ying cultivate some secret technique to achieve this?"

"Yeah, if Miss Yun Ying discovered a unique cultivation method, she shouldn’t keep it a secret."

...

Everyone asked with cheerful smiles, half-serious and half-joking.

"I..." Facing everyone’s eager eyes, Yun Ying spoke with difficulty, "Perhaps it was an accidental breakthrough during quiet cultivation on the mountain, but I’m not really sure about the specifics."

A cool gaze looked up at her from below, revealing unusual emotions in the calm and steady phoenix eyes. Yun Qi shook her head in disappointment.

Sister Yun Ying is still the same as before, vain and greedy for vanity, unable to truly recognize herself.

For people of the Xuan Sect, this is a significant taboo.

Recently, Shen Cong ended up in a dire situation because of this.

And to completely eliminate this flaw, one must go to the root of the problem and force her to face reality.

With this thought, Yun Qi jumped down from the high chair again, taking small steps, calmly walking toward Yun Ying.

"Sister Yun Ying, since you noticed Aunt was hit by the White Tiger Evil, why didn’t you see that she’s possessed by a demon?"

The words caused an uproar.

Everyone’s attention instantly shifted from Yun Ying to Du Bing.

Yun Qiuce shot up, looking at Du Bing, then Yun Qi, "Qi, you’re joking, right? You’re saying big sister-in-law... is possessed by a demon???"

"Little one, I know you have skills and a temper, but you can’t speak recklessly. We’re all watching you, your aunt..."

Master Fang stopped mid-sentence.

Because he had looked at Du Bing, only to be met with a pair of golden eyes.

Other Xuan Sect colleagues also noticed Du Bing’s anomaly, standing up in shock, the large living room filled with the sound of chairs scraping the floor.

"Du Bing, you..." Chang Daoist alertly swung the horsetail whisk, getting ready to act at any moment.

Du Bing’s neck suddenly twisted eerily to one side, as if broken, then she opened her mouth, and a deep male voice came from her throat, rough and hoarse, sounding creepy.

"Little girl, you do have some skill, to actually sense my presence. From today, your Hai State Xuan Sect will cease to exist."

Yun Ying covered her mouth, retreating in shock. "Mom..."

Du Bing’s neck twisted 180°, looking at Yun Ying, the golden eyes reflecting Yun Ying’s terrified face.

"Let’s start with you, from the Yun Family, and then eradicate Hai State Xuan Sect."

As the words fell, Du Bing extended her arm, her figure suddenly soaring, her hand claw-like, clasping Yun Ying’s neck, her fingers cruelly tightening.

Yun Ying, caught off guard, was lifted entirely by her, her toes slowly leaving the ground, her hands weakly slapping at those ironlike pincers.

"Mom, mom... I’m Yun Ying, I’m... your daughter!"

The Xuan Sect people retreated in shock, momentarily unable to think of a way to rescue Yun Ying.

Yun Qi raised her eyes, sharply calling out in a sweet, childish voice, "Sister Yun Ying, look up, puppet strings!"

Yun Ying, with difficulty, lifted her eyelids, seeing two half-transparent threads dropping from the ceiling, wrapped around her mother’s neck.

And all her mother’s actions were controlled by these two transparent threads.

So, she painstakingly drew out two talismans, and with a thought, the talismans flew out, sticking to the transparent strings, burning with a fierce, sizzling flame, breaking the strings.

Du Bing’s body slumped suddenly, collapsing to the ground.

Yun Ying also fell from her grasp, clutching her neck, gasping for air.

Yun Qiuce, quick-eyed and quick-handed, hurriedly stepped forward, supporting the sister-in-law with one hand, and pulling Yun Ying with the other, dragging them to safety.

At this moment, the flames on the strings surged upward, a roar sounded from the ceiling, and then a black shadow transformed, carrying a mighty gust out of the house.

The massive aura buffeted the Xuan Sect people in the living room, scattering them, while Yun Qi stood firm as a mountain, being the first to chase out.

Her small body blocked in front.

***

At dusk, the sky was tinged with a layer of indifferent gray and black, and a few remnants of morning glow lingered in the rolling clouds.

The intense black and fiery red intertwined, sketching a beautiful yet cruel image.

The overwhelming fog made it difficult to distinguish reality from the illusion realm.

The black figure rolled and churned in mid-air, its massive body stirring strong winds, and its fierce breathing awakened mankind’s most primal fear of beasts.

"Is that... a dragon?" An Xuan Sect colleague turned pale, his voice unlike his own.

"It looks like a dragon." Another replied, trembling.

"But, dragons are ranked in the Divine Record, how could there be demon energy? Just now, Qi clearly said Du Bing was possessed by a demon!"

Under the night sky, the dragon’s head, body, and tail were all visible, its rolling body covered in black scales, reflecting cold light like a cruel, bloodthirsty iron armor.

"It’s not a dragon," a soft, sweet voice soothed the air’s cruelty and violence, offering frightened people a calming needle, "just a Jiao."

——Jiao?

——Just?

The moods of the Xuan Sect people became so complex they could hardly speak.

Jiao, originally the precursor of dragons, are fierce beasts of water that cultivate into Jiaos, and it takes another five hundred years for them to turn into dragons after reaching that stage, a process exceedingly arduous, requiring one to undergo the Heavenly Tribulation, and only upon succeeding in this tribulation can they swallow the pearl and become dragons.

Failure results in either being struck dead on the spot by the Heavenly Tribulation or being severely injured and falling into the human world, and when recovering, landing as a demon, becoming a local Demon King.

Thus, great demons of this level cannot simply be described as "just."