Life is like being raped—if you can't resist, you might as well try to enjoy it.Right now, saving Liu Feng could alert the enemy—something that went against his true intentions. The key was to find Gongsun Daniu first. As for Liu Feng, he wouldn't necessarily suffer any real loss. If he could control himself properly, it might not even be a bad experience. Since he couldn't resist, he might as well enjoy it.
Swish!
He turned around and left, ignoring the decadent sounds echoing from the Jade Maiden Palace.
In this Demon City, countless palaces were scattered densely throughout, each towering and majestic, leaving anyone who laid eyes on them awestruck. There were palaces such as the Jade Maiden Palace, the Demon General's Palace, the Myriad Poison Hall, and the Demon Scripture Hall, to name just a few.
The sheer variety dazzled the eyes—making it difficult to decide which one to explore.
Many of them exuded a terrifying aura just from their appearance, clearly hiding deadly dangers within.
"The Demon Scripture Hall—this should be where cultivation techniques and scriptures are stored. It's heavily guarded, but the value it holds could be immense. There might be countless techniques inside, including Daoist and demonic scriptures. If I could obtain even a fraction of them, it would be a massive windfall."
Yi Tianxie moved with ease. As soon as he spotted the Demon Scripture Hall nearby, his instincts were piqued, and he followed his impulse to check it out.
"Let's go in and take a look first."
He murmured inwardly and made no hesitation, transforming into a shadow. His body seemed intangible as he passed through the Demon City. The city was thick with demonic and evil energy, which made it feel like home to him—hiding himself was laughably easy. Though the skeletal death sentinels patrolled the area relentlessly, they never noticed his presence.
Silently and stealthily, he arrived before the Demon Scripture Hall.
Looking closely, the Demon Scripture Hall was ominous and awe-inspiring. At the entrance stood two massive statues—not ordinary ones, but incarnations of two of the Ten Ancient Fiends: Qiongqi and Taowu.
According to the Classic of Mountains and Seas – North Within the Seas, Qiongqi looked like a tiger with wings and porcupine-like fur. It loved eating humans, starting with their heads. A truly savage beast.
Legends say Qiongqi would fly to battlefields and bite the noses off those in the right; it would also gift wild beasts to wrongdoers, encouraging their evil. The ancients even used Qiongqi as a metaphor for people who shunned the virtuous and clung to the wicked.
Of course, those were merely myths. In truth, Qiongqi's strength was terrifying—one of the apex fiends of the ancient era, with world-shattering power and unmatched ferocity.
Taowu was no less terrifying.
According to the Classic of Divine Anomalies, Taowu had the body of a tiger with dog-like fur, a vaguely human face, boar-like tusks, and a massive tail over eight feet long. It ruled the western lands and never backed down in battle.
With these two beasts guarding the Demon Scripture Hall, its importance was unquestionable. The main gate was sealed, and powerful restrictions surrounded it. Getting close without triggering them was nearly impossible—and doing so would immediately alert the skeletal guards.
But none of that could stop Yi Tianxie.
No matter how fortified the hall was, it couldn't block his path. In shadow form, he slipped past the barriers and effortlessly entered the Demon Scripture Hall.
Even Yi Tianxie couldn't help but feel a bit shaken by what he saw.
"This... I feel like robbing the place!"
He muttered to himself.
Towering bookshelves lined the entire hall. On them were tomes—each shelf slot held a single book made from white bone, glowing faintly with spiritual light. The books were protected by restriction spells. There were so many bookshelves, and so many texts, that it was impossible to count them all.
"So many texts... There must be hundreds of thousands, maybe over a million. If all of these are cultivation techniques, battle skills, and divine arts, then this would be a harvest of unimaginable proportions. The foundation of the entire Great Yi Dynasty could skyrocket from this alone."
Yi Tianxie's eyes lit up with joy.
Of course, there was the concern that these books might be worthless or common, but...
He quickly approached one of the shelves. Upon inspection, the material of the books was indeed unusual—bone books forged from white bone. Their crafting method was clearly extraordinary; they seemed more like magical artifacts than texts. Immune to fire and water, almost indestructible—they were the perfect medium for preserving cultivation techniques.
Even the surface of the books was inscribed with mysterious runes, enhancing their mystical aura.
"Restrictions? That's cute. If I want to read something, nothing can stop me."
With a wicked grin, Yi Tianxie reached out and grabbed one of the books. The restriction barely resisted him—more a deterrent than an actual barrier. His hand turned ethereal, and the book was extracted smoothly from the shelf.
🔹 Devour Soul, Annihilate Spirit (噬魂灭魄): A ghost-path demonic technique. Can devour souls, annihilate divine spirits, and absorb spiritual memories. Boosts cultivation by consuming souls—human or otherwise. Grants the soul technique: Soul-Annihilating Blade. Extremely powerful; excellent for increasing soul strength.
"Excellent. Though it's a demonic ghost-path technique and a bit on the sinister side, power is power. Techniques aren't good or evil—only the user determines that. As long as I don't lose myself, anything that makes me stronger is fair game. And I don't have to target humans—I can use beasts or other races. This one is definitely worth collecting."
Without hesitation, he pulled out sheets of white paper and began transcribing the technique in its entirety—including the energy imprints and Daoist resonances.
He couldn't simply take the bone books with him. The outer restrictions and the guardian beasts—Qiongqi and Taowu—weren't just for show. Taking the books would trigger alarms. Even storage spaces couldn't bypass this. The only way to extract these texts was to manually copy them.
That was the only solution Yi Tianxie could think of for now.
🔹 Heavenly Demon Sound Beyond the Heavens (天外魔音): A demonic sound-type technique. Infuses magic into sound to erode souls, manipulate minds, or destroy divine consciousness. Can bypass physical senses and directly affect the spirit, causing hallucinations or control. Extremely hard to block, even with sealed senses.
🔹 Arousal Demon Art (催情魔功): A dual-cultivation technique that silently stirs desire in the opposite sex. Women become cauldrons for absorbing yin energy, greatly accelerating cultivation. With higher mastery, one can dominate countless women simultaneously. Emits a lustful demon aura—those caught in it will fall into uncontrollable heat and die from internal rupture if denied intercourse.
"It really is all demonic arts—and all quite high-level at that. Every one of them is unique and terrifying."
Yi Tianxie was inwardly impressed.
There were countless more.
Spiderweb Demon Scripture, White Bone Scripture, Shifting Shadow Technique, Heavenly Net Destruction Hand, Mutual Destruction Blade, Crimson Flame Demon Art, Five Poison Demon Technique...
Some were too cruel to imagine.
🔹 Demonic Infant Blood Tribulation Scripture (魔婴血劫经): Requires the blood of infants for cultivation. Utterly inhumane. Full mastery demands the sacrifice of millions of infants. Unspeakably vile.
Of course, it wasn't only demonic arts. There were also orthodox and external techniques:
🔹 Yin-Yang Dual Qi Technique,
🔹 Five Elements Cosmic Scripture,
🔹 Cosmic Sword Canon,
🔹 Stellar Calamity Sword Scripture,
and many others.
Even rare divine abilities, secret arts, and eye techniques could be found here.
This place was nothing short of an incomparable treasure trove.
Copy them!
Copy them all!!
In that instant, Yi Tianxie split into countless shadow clones, each copying scripture after scripture without hesitation. He was going to make all this his own collection—a harvest beyond imagination.