The Transmigrated Male Lead Confessed to Me - Chapter 32 (Part 2)

In an instant, pure radiance filled the air. Dozens of sword phantoms appeared in the sky, completely encircling the several demon cultivators ahead.

Only when blood sprayed and severed limbs flew free did they finally feel pain.

The bodies of two Soul Transformation cultivators were destroyed in an instant.

Their primordial spirits were also severely injured.

Their primordial spirits should have been able to escape quickly, but now they shrank weakly to one side, utterly listless.

Su Zhen flicked her wrist in a sword flourish. Clear currents swirled around the spiritual sword, not a single drop of blood staining it.

Then she looked at the only remaining True Immortal realm cultivator across from her.

That man propped himself up with a long saber in one hand, while the other hand formed seals at his side. His hair was disheveled, his face deathly pale, and his spiritual aura extremely chaotic.

He was also injured and had just used the power of his Divine Lord.

Moreover, unlike the confrontation with herself and Yao Wan before, the golden light she had unleashed earlier was not meant as intimidation. It had been a genuine killing move, so the consumption must have been considerable.

Su Zhen curved her lips. “Since you are a branch hall envoy, I wonder which Junior Arbiter of Fate you serve under?”

“You will know soon enough.”

The man sneered. His hand at his side moved, and a sound transmission jade stone appeared in his palm.

He ignored Su Zhen and spoke softly into the jade stone. “My lord, things here are not yet resolved. If possible, could I trouble you to come here? I have encountered someone. She is somewhat…”

Before he could finish speaking, the surroundings shook violently. Layer upon layer of golden runic scripts manifested in the air.

The ground split open with countless fissures as the solid earth was torn apart by an immense force.

Hundreds of blood-red branches burst up from the ground, each about a chi thick, covered in inch-long sharp spikes and barbs, lashing wildly toward the demon cultivators at the center.

Those with slightly lower cultivation could not dodge in time, nor could they immediately destroy the branches. Sharp thorns pierced straight through them.

“What, did you really think I deliberately talked to you just to give you time to call for reinforcements?”

Su Zhen held her sword and took an unhurried step forward. “Or did you think I am just a sword cultivator?”

The leading demon cultivator had not yet been caught. His realm was high enough that he could not be taken down in a short time.

He darted sideways within the barrier, swinging his blade to break the incoming branches. He repeated this dozens of times, yet the branches continued to close in endlessly.

The words he had wanted to say could no longer come out.

The order he had just received was to search for the person suspected to be the Leng Xiang Sword Master. The one before him might or might not be that person. Her spiritual power attributes somewhat matched, but her cultivation level seemed far too high.

That person should still be at the Soul Transformation realm, right?

“This is nothing more than taking advantage of someone in danger!” The demon cultivator shouted harshly. “So this is how your so-called righteous sects conduct themselves?”

Su Zhen was amused.

This person truly had no discernment and was still probing her identity.

With a look of utter disdain, Su Zhen put on a solemn expression and declared righteously, “Demonic heretics are enemies of all. Anyone may kill them!”

She nearly broke character and laughed as soon as she finished speaking.

The demon cultivator dashed left and right, using several techniques, yet failed to break through the barrier. In a moment of carelessness, his arm was scraped by the sharp thorns of a branch, tearing through his protective spiritual power.

His body suddenly stiffened.

Although it was only a light scrape, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

An eerie, bone-chilling force surged from the wound in an instant, passing through layers of flesh and bone reinforced by spiritual power, charging straight toward his primordial spirit.

The demon cultivator cursed furiously and directly severed one of his own arms.

That arm flew away. At the severed stump, flesh writhed as if countless insects were crawling within, then suddenly exploded into a cloud of red mist.

Dozens of thin branches extended out from it.

Those branches trembled, like countless opened claws, repeatedly opening and closing as they pressed back toward him.

Dense clusters of golden eyes grew upon the branches. The demon cultivator glanced at them only once, and his mind went blank for an instant.

When he came back to his senses, the arm he had thrown away had already flown back in front of him.

And its original outline could no longer be discerned. It was completely wrapped in gnarled, entwining branches, covered with innumerable golden eyeballs that stared at him in unison.

“You f*cking dare call us demonic heretics?!”

The demon cultivator screamed through clenched teeth. “You dog bastard of the Thousand Chariots Sect!”

The branches seemed alive, trembling with manic excitement as they lunged straight toward his face.

Su Zhen looked completely unconcerned. “Curse all you want.”

In any case, she had not joined the sect yet.

The sound transmission jade stone fell to the ground. Suddenly, it rolled on its own, and a warm, pleasant male voice came from within.

“Ah Yin, I need to return to the Human Realm. I cannot make it there in time…”

Ah Yin?

Su Zhen’s pupils shrank. She sharply looked toward the demon cultivator in the air and asked tentatively, “Are you Huang Lu?”

The latter had only just managed to shake off the branches. His body was covered in wounds. Hearing this, his expression changed instantly. “What did you say?!”

He then looked down at the sound transmission stone on the ground, his gaze shifting before turning back to Su Zhen.

Su Zhen smiled.

The voice from the jade stone earlier had sounded completely unfamiliar.

But now she could be almost certain that it was Xie Changfeng.

That so-called male protagonist, Liu Yunyao’s beloved, whether now or four hundred years later, always wore the skin of a righteous-path cultivator.

On the surface, Xie Changfeng’s identity was that of a personal disciple of an elder of the Shangji Sect. He was one of the outstanding experts of the Central Domain, and among the younger generation, he was unquestionably gifted.

It was said that he was only a little over two hundred years old, yet had already stepped into the Profound Immortal realm. Such an achievement was indeed extraordinarily rare.

However, he was not merely two hundred years old, and his strength was not limited to the Profound Immortal realm.

He was also half demon race, with a special bloodline, and one of the Junior Arbiter of Fate of the Demon God of Luminous Radiance. Within the Moon-Worship Sect, he held a position of considerable status.

Huang Lu was Xie Changfeng’s subordinate. Yin was his courtesy name.

Su Zhen had never met this person, but she knew his identity from the book. She also knew that he and Xie Changfeng were very close, and that he took exceptional care of Liu Yunyao, seemingly harboring a few strands of affection as well.

Whether Liu Yunyao knew or did not know, it made little difference. In any case, she always called him “Big Brother,” sounding extremely close.

Moreover, Huang Lu also knew Su Zhen’s enemy, the one who would massacre Feiyuan City many years later.

When Xie Changfeng contacted his demon cultivator subordinates, he deliberately used a spell to alter his voice. Even someone who knew the righteous-path Xie Changfeng would not be able to recognize it.

Su Zhen’s suspicion had arisen purely from that form of address.

The demon cultivator before her was certainly a branch hall envoy, and his superior was certainly a Junior Arbiter of Fate. That was their sect’s hierarchical system. With one more title added, the answer naturally emerged in her mind.

The other party’s reaction confirmed it as well.

The book had described the relationship between Xie Changfeng and Huang Lu, and also recorded that Huang Lu would fail his breakthrough and die many years later. Xie Changfeng was deeply grieved by it, and Liu Yunyao even cried over it.

“You know him?”

Huang Lu stared at her with a vicious expression.

Xie Changfeng’s identity is an enormous secret. This freak from the Thousand Chariots Sect likely also has a righteous-path identity as cover, which is why she knew of Xie Changfeng.

But even if she had spoken with Xie Changfeng before, that voice had just been distorted by a spell. How exactly did she identify him?

After a second thought, he decided that the methods of the Thousand Chariots Sect demon cultivators were countless beyond reason. It was normal for him not to understand.

In any case, he would first destroy her physical body, leave behind only a fragment of her primordial spirit, torture it properly, and sooner or later, he would pry out the answer. After that, he would make her soul scatter completely.

Huang Lu’s long saber trembled. Dozens of qi blades erupted from the edge, shredding the incoming branches around him.

The body that belonged to the human race began to swell rapidly.

At the moment, he revealed his true demonic form and simultaneously searched downward for his target—

His gaze met a pair of vivid, verdant green eyes.

The other party looked up at him. There was no fear on her face at all. Instead, she broke into a strange smile, as though something she had been waiting for a long time was finally about to happen.

In those eyes, bright like fresh leaves in early spring, burned a near-maniacal pleasure and killing intent.

“……”

Xiao Yu stood on a distant mountain peak, looking down upon the chaotic battlefield.

The Moon-Worship Sect demon cultivators were almost all dead. The remaining fragments of their primordial spirits were weak and feeble, like candles about to be extinguished by the wind.

At the very center of the ruins, the barrier erected in midair shook violently, then shattered with a boom, scattering into countless motes of golden light across the sky.

Huang Lu’s body continued to expand as flesh and bone burst apart.

A rain of blood scattered, mixed with fragments of flesh that drifted slowly downward.

Then, a massive flesh sphere composed of countless heads pieced together appeared in the air.

Each head was smooth and hairless, their backs of the skulls pressed and stuck together, like innumerable masks plastered onto a lump of writhing mud.

Some of the faces were blank, some fearful, some furious, some calm. Some had mouths wide open as if screaming. Some had their eyes tightly shut, utterly expressionless.

Soon, they opened their eyes at the same time, brilliant pale-golden light filling their gaze. Countless points of light linked together and merged, forming rings of luminous halos.

The entire flesh sphere was wrapped in golden light, like a distorted sun.

Vast spiritual pressure swept outward, shaking the surrounding tens of li. Demonic creatures in the distance that had been stirring immediately turned and fled.

The blood-red branches, trembling and splitting in the air, were all shattered at this moment. Dust and ash billowed from the ground.

That slender, graceful figure seemed to be swallowed up by the rising clouds of dust.

Xiao Yu was not surprised.

The moment he saw the man surnamed Huang, he knew he was a demon masquerading as a human. Only now had he finally revealed his true demonic form.

And moreover—

Su Zhen clearly knew it as well.

Amid the sky filled with dust and sand, countless clear water-light bursts suddenly erupted!

Sword radiance poured down in chaotic streams like flowing water, unbroken and lingering. Tens of thousands of emerald ripples shimmered like undulating waves. All the sharp, violent killing intent was concealed beneath gentle, clear light.

The flesh sphere roared. The fused heads were severed one after another. Every part of their faces was cut apart, and the light filling each pair of eyes was steadily extinguished.

Within the spreading blood mist, layers upon layers of sword shadows overlapped like ripples spreading across water. Clear waves coiled and circled, extending endlessly without pause.

As the brilliance gradually dimmed, the flesh sphere had already been torn to pieces, showing no ability to resist at all.

Su Zhen’s figure leapt out of the blood mist. She held her long sword horizontally, flinging out vast emerald afterimages.

She walked forward calmly, not even turning her head.

Behind her—

The flesh sphere in midair convulsed violently, emitting piercing, anguished shrieks.

Soon, the few remaining faces opened their mouths. Countless sharp, jagged branches extended from within, continuously stretching and splitting.

Purple-red flowers and leaves sprouted from the branches. Blood-red light patterns covered the wood, the glow flowing steadily, as though drawing nourishment from the demon’s remains.

Huang Lu’s body rapidly withered away, ultimately turning into shredded scraps of flesh and skin, hanging amid a blood-colored flowering tree blooming in midair.

“……”

A burst of thunderous applause suddenly echoed across the desert.

“Excellent!”

Xiao Yu cheered sincerely. “That was beautifully done!”

Su Zhen pressed a hand to her forehead. “Senior, please stop. You are making me feel like a street performer putting on a show.”