Young Noble Be Monster Slaying
Chapter 893: The End of Cangsheng (II)

Daoist Cangsheng charged straight at the Demon God!

Power from the Great Dao of Infinity surged through his body. He pushed his cultivation to the limit and struck his palm toward Tuntun.

The world around her twisted and warped, as if time itself had regressed by millennia. Yet, only a few strands of her hair fluttered, and her expression stayed completely still.

Daoist Cangsheng’s palm almost struck her eye when Tuntun calmly raised her hand and blocked it.

Boom!

As their palms collided, Daoist Cangsheng’s power of the Great Dao of Infinity normally made his enemy age and wither until they collapsed within a flash, yet it only made Tuntun’s demonic power grow even stronger.

At that moment, Daoist Cangsheng realized that the more he accelerated her aging, the stronger her power became. In the blink of an eye, he could no longer withstand her, and her palm slammed him straight into the ground.

He crashed to the ground and lost his grip on the Chrono Wheel. As Tuntun pulled with force, about to seize the legendary artifact, a look of despair finally appeared on Daoist Cangsheng’s face.

He had killed Chu Liang today, but he would likely lose his own life here as well.

Trading the life of an eighth-realm sect leader over a single young disciple might have seemed like a loss. Yet, when Daoist Cangsheng thought about Chu Liang’s influence over the world of immortality cultivation, he felt it was not a complete loss after all.

At the very least, whether the one who destroyed the Penglai Supreme Sect was Chu Liang or himself, both would have met their end today.

He could accept death, but he could not allow the Chrono Wheel to be lost.

With that thought, Daoist Cangsheng suddenly soared into the sky and grabbed the Chrono Wheel with both hands. By now, most of it had already fallen under the Demon God’s control. Although he could no longer wrest it back from her, he forced the wheel to spin at full strength with the power of the Great Dao of Infinity.

Ruuuummmbleeee!

The sound of the Chrono Wheel’s gears spinning echoed through the void as the vast power of the Great Dao of Infinity surged through it.

Altering the time of such a legendary artifact naturally required an immense amount of spiritual energy. Even for Daoist Cangsheng, it was nearly impossible. Only by sacrificing his own lifespan could he hope to succeed, and even then, he still had to wrestle with the Demon God for control.

Altering time beyond one’s limits came at a steep and unbearable price.

"Ahhh!"

Daoist Cangsheng roared furiously as blood burst from his pores. In an instant, his body withered, aging as if a hundred years had passed in a single breath.

The Chrono Wheel disappeared from the sky under the force of his last burst of strength, leaving behind only a vast, clear sky without a single cloud.

Tuntun stared blankly at her palm, feeling confused and thinking, Where did that big shiny wheel go?

Meanwhile, Daoist Cangsheng fell to the ground, his body withered and decayed like a dying moth, so brittle it seemed a single breeze could scatter him into dust.

Thud.

His body landed heavily. He gazed up at the sky with dim, clouded eyes, his expression calm and indifferent.

Moments ago, he had burned through his life force to rewind the Chrono Wheel a few seconds in time, sending it back to the territory of the Penglai Supreme Sect. But since he was trying to wrest a legendary artifact from the hands of the Demon God, it meant that he would die doing so.

To die at the hands of such a being, he thought, was no shame.

Thus, Daoist Cangsheng finally approached the end of his bitter and sinful life.

Yet, Tuntun did not kill him. She had not even glanced his way. Chu Liang had told her only to take the wheel, so she had done exactly that. As for killing, she had no interest in it at all.

Daoist Cangsheng lay there like a dying old dog by the roadside, ignored by everyone, quietly waiting for the end of his life.

…

The moment Tuntun dashed off without a word, Chu Liang panicked. With demon kings surrounding him, how could he dare stay any longer?

Caiyi shot a sharp glance at Black Golden Crow, appearing to be saying, This is our chance. If we missed it now, it would not come again!

However, Black Golden Crow simply shook his head.

Chu Liang took a single step and drew upon the power of the Great Dao of Distancelessness. Although he was not yet capable of traveling to every corner of the world like Qu Hu, he could very easily escape the Mountain Range of the Seven Kings.

As his figure disappeared, Caiyi snapped, "Demon King of the Desolate Plains, didn’t you always pride yourself on your skill in battle? Why are you now so fearful of attacking that young fellow?!"

Black Golden Crow simply waved a hand and said seriously, "There’s no point in attacking him."

Chu Liang had hastily drawn upon the power of the Great Dao of Distancelessness, without even choosing a destination. As a result, he landed somewhere at random. The moment he arrived, he quickly scanned his surroundings.

However, the moment he opened his eyes, he jumped in shock at what he saw.

He found himself standing in a valley beneath the Mountain Range of the Seven Kings. Beneath the cliff ahead, two figures sat quietly, tending to their wounds.

On the left was Chu Liang. On the right was also Chu Liang.

HAH?

The two figures treating their injuries here were none other than the White King Xiao and Xiao Wuyin. They had supported each other during the chaos atop the Mountain Range of the Seven Kings. Although both were severely wounded, they had managed to survive.

Xiao Wuyin had mistaken the White King Xiao for the real Chu Liang and had saved him. The White King Xiao, fully aware that he was an imposter, dared not reveal the truth in such a precarious state and could only struggle to maintain the act.

To help divert pursuit if trouble arose, Xiao Wuyin remained in disguise as well. As a result, the two ended up treating their wounds here, and the scene appeared surprisingly peaceful.

However, when the real Chu Liang suddenly arrived, the sight truly gave him a fright. Chu Liang felt as if he had stumbled into the finals of a lookalike contest.

With how much they resembled him, even Chu Liang had to admit that he would probably place last in this lookalike contest.

Sensing the unfamiliar presence, both Xiao Wuyin and the White King Xiao, who had been sitting cross-legged and tending to their wounds, looked up in surprise.

Xiao Wuyin exclaimed, "Chu Liang?!"

Chu Liang asked in return, "Who are you?"

Xiao Wuyin quickly leapt back, putting distance between herself and the White King Xiao. She said, "I am Xiao Wuyin. Which one of you is real?"

"Your Majesty?" Chu Liang was stunned. "What are you doing here?"

The White King Xiao, having no idea who Xiao Wuyin was, stammered in panic. "Ah… abah…"

Xiao Wuyin snapped, "Then who are you?!"

The White King Xiao shouted, "I’m Chu Liang!"

Chu Liang calmly asked, "If you’re Chu Liang, then who am I?"

"You’re the fake one!" the White King Xiao bellowed.

"Then tell me, who was it that sent Her Majesty the Queen to prison?" Chu Liang shouted.

"It wasn’t me!" the White King Xiao yelled back.

"You really are a fake!" Xiao Wuyin snapped.

The White King Xiao had not expected to get such an answer wrong. Chu Liang had thrown Xiao Wuyin into prison, yet here she was, risking her life to save him. What kind of twisted story was this?

However, with his injuries severe and the situation critical, the White King Xiao had no time to think. He turned and fled, transforming into a streak of white light.

In that reckless burst of movement, the White King Xiao revealed his qi, completely exposing his identity.

"White King Xiao!" Chu Liang shouted. He had already harbored some suspicion, but now it was fully confirmed. It felt as if he had stumbled upon a priceless treasure.

He had searched far and wide without success, only to have this Human-Faced Xiao, a creature at the peak of the seventh realm, fall injured right into his lap.

Whoosh!

The White King Xiao darted off.

Fwoosh!

Xiao Wuyin was furious and went after him.

Swoosh!

Chu Liang jumped on his sword and went after White King Xiao.

In this case, riding on his sword was more convenient than drawing upon the power of the Great Dao of Distancelessness. As the White King Xiao twisted and turned through the tight terrain, Chu Liang knew that his seventh-realm Sword Manipulation Technique was better suited for closing the distance.

In a flash of pursuit, Chu Liang overtook Xiao Wuyin by about the length of one person’s body, rapidly closing in on the White King Xiao.

Meanwhile, at the foot of the Mountain Range of the Seven Kings, Daoist Cangsheng looked up at the sky with clouded eyes, letting out one last sigh. "Haaaa…"

He had once reigned supreme, yet his ending was pathetic and sad.

If he could go back, he would never have gambled the entire karmic fate of the Penglai Supreme Sect just to drag down one little disciple from Mount Shu.

Even if he had succeeded in killing Chu Liang, it would have only fulfilled a grudge, and at the cost of his own life. Was it really worth it?

Daoist Cangsheng believed it was.

If not for Chu Liang, would any of this have ever happened?

As long as Chu Liang died, then even in death…

Whoosh!

A figure shot through the air before him. It was Chu Liang.

"Hmm?" Daoist Cangsheng’s eyes, which had been about to close for the final time, suddenly opened wide.

What is going on?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

He had personally destroyed the last bit of Chu Liang’s lifeforce. How could he still be alive?

It had to be a hallucination.

They say that before death, one sees flashing memories of their life…

Swoosh!

Another Chu Liang flew past on his sword. He moved so quickly that only a faint blur was visible, but the qi he left behind was unmistakable. That was without a doubt the real Chu Liang.

Daoist Cangsheng could recognize that qi even if he turned to dust, especially considering that he was indeed turning into dust at this moment.

"Aggghhhhh…" A hoarse, broken cry ripped from his throat, refusing to accept defeat or reality.

How could Chu Liang still be alive? And not just one but two?!

They had to be fakes. All of them had to be fakes. He shook his head desperately, trying to convince himself it was a trick of speed, a mistake in perception.

Whoosh!

A third Chu Liang flew past.

Unlike the previous two, this one was moving at a leisurely pace, slow enough for him to see every detail clearly.

There was no doubt about it.

It was Chu Liang.

No matter which one was real, one thing was certain: he had not died.

"Ah…" A muffled growl escaped from Daoist Cangsheng’s throat. "Why… why…"

Why was he the one dying, while Chu Liang was still alive? There was not even a scratch on him.

Why had he attacked three times, gambled his very life, and still failed to kill a single young disciple from Mount Shu? Where had he gone wrong?

Had Caiyi deceived him? Had Yang Buwei deceived him? No. It was fate itself. Damned fate had made a fool of him.

Daoist Cangsheng screamed inwardly, I will not accept this. I will not accept this. I refuse to accept this.

"Aaaaahhh!"

His entire life flashed before his eyes. In the past two hundred years, he would never have imagined that the once-glorious Penglai Supreme Sect, along with his own prestige at its peak, would fall so completely at the hands of a mere child.

It is heaven that seeks my ruin. The heaven seeks my doom!

In the final flicker of life, he let out the most agonizing roar of all.

Just then, a tiger demon in armor walked over.

The fight between the Demon God and the figure in the sky earlier had been far beyond what a low-ranking demon guard like him could see clearly. All he knew was that the enemy had been crushed by the Demon God. None of them believed that anyone who fought against their Demon God could survive.

He normally guarded the mountain path at the foot of the Ridge of the Seven Kings. When he heard a strange gust of wind, he came to investigate and found a dying old human man howling in pain.

On any other day, the tiger demon would have ignored him and let the human die on his own. But today, he was in a terrible mood, having been slapped around for no reason one too many times.

So the tiger demon angrily raised his foot and kicked.

BAM!

"That’s for howling, old man!" he grumbled.

To the tiger demon’s surprise, the human geezer was tougher than he looked. The kick did not knock his head off, but it snapped his spine with a crisp crack and left his neck hanging crooked.

"Tch, stubborn old thing!"

The tiger demon grew even angrier. He raised his foot again and stomped down wildly.

Wham, wham, wham…

The last flicker of life in Daoist Cangsheng was crushed beneath that flurry of kicks. This was the leader of the Penglai Supreme Sect, a foremost immortal sect that had once overpowered all others in the world of immortality cultivation. Who would have thought he would end up trampled to death by a random little tiger demon?

When the tiger demon finally stopped, the old man’s neck hung limp, his face a mangled ruin. His bulging eyes were frozen in a vicious glare, as if even in death, he could not let go of his hatred.

It was truly a peaceful end for him.