Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1604 - 109 Yin and Yang Talisman_2

"If Elder Han asks, just blame it on me."

"Rest assured, Lord!"

Gong Xiyin cupped his fists in salute, then turned and transformed into a streak of light, heading into the distance.

The black-clothed youth watched Gong Xiyin’s departing silhouette, then lowered his head. A red Yang talisman quietly formed in his palm as his gaze grew faintly complicated.

Just now, he hadn’t told the truth.

The Yin-Yang talismans are not merely tools for instant communication; under special circumstances, the Yang talisman can also...

"Don’t blame me... Within the Demon Sect, who can truly be trusted?"

"I don’t wish to harm others, but I don’t want to be harmed either. If you are still willing to follow me, I’ll treat you as the Gong Xiyin I know, and that Yin talisman will be your protective treasure. But if not..."

A sharp glint flashed through the black-clothed youth’s eyes, disappearing as quickly as it came.

He was no longer the insignificant Foundation Building cultivator who had accidentally infiltrated the Demon Sect.

To survive and thrive within the Demon Sect, earning the recognition of both Liang Qiuyu and Han Yanzi, aside from his outstanding talent in the Demon Dao, he relied heavily on his meticulous and profound schemes and strategies.

Yet, to most opponents, he appeared cold, aloof, and unworldly—someone who frequently suffered losses.

Little did they know, this was his perfect guise.

Nobody truly guards against a self-righteous gentleman.

"You chose me as Sect Master precisely because of this, didn’t you?"

The black-clothed youth’s face remained emotionless.

He then stowed away the Treasure Cauldron and flew toward Fenglin Continent.

Meanwhile, the streak of light racing over the sea suddenly faltered, revealing Gong Xiyin’s figure.

But at this moment, his complexion had turned pale, and his body shook uncontrollably!

Suddenly, a part of his body separated, morphing into a writhing blood shadow that instantly entangled Gong Xiyin!

An aged voice echoed forth:

"Xiyin, I ordered you to monitor Shen Fu and report to me regularly. Why have you gone to Huangji Continent instead?"

Gong Xiyin’s struggling face underwent a dramatic shift:

"You... Elder Han!? I, I didn’t..."

The blood shadow, like a boneless serpent, whispered insidiously by Gong Xiyin’s ear:

"Or is it... you no longer wish to gain eternal life with me?"

"Tsk tsk, you’ve disappointed me greatly. Everything you have today is granted by me, yet you don’t cherish it..."

Upon hearing this voice, Gong Xiyin’s eyes were filled with fear and panic. He spoke hurriedly:

"Elder Han, Elder Han, I have always kept watch on Shen Fu! He sent me to Huangji Continent, saying it was your order! He told me to monitor the True Martial Path, claiming it was your instruction. Elder Han, spare me this one time—spare me once more..."

The blood shadow gradually solidified, faintly revealing the aged visage of Han Yanzi.

Lowering his head as if a kind elder, he sighed with a palpable sense of regret:

"In the past, I might have given you a chance, Xiyin. But alas, blame Wanxiang Sect for this."

As his words fell, the solidified blood shadow expanded abruptly, engulfing the despairing Gong Xiyin.

A fierce glint flashed across Gong Xiyin’s eyes. The panic and fear on his face instantly vanished, replaced by savagery and madness!

No words were exchanged!

A sudden opening appeared at the center of his brow, and a divine radiance shot forth, striking the blood shadow.

But in the next moment, he let out an involuntary cry of pain!

The vertical eye on his brow clenched shut in agony!

The blood shadow merely rippled faintly, then continued its unstoppable descent.

It enveloped him completely, silencing every sound.

"Han, you damn old dog! You’ll die a wretched death..."

At the same time.

The black-clothed youth faintly sensed something amiss as he approached the eastern coast of Fenglin Continent. An instinctive unease gripped his heart.

A sensation of loss overcame him, compelling him to turn toward the east.

At that moment, the red Yang talisman abruptly flew out from his palm, and an anxious, terrified voice emerged:

"Beware Han Yanzi, he’s trying to refine..."

The voice stopped abruptly!

The black-clothed youth’s heart trembled violently. He clutched the Yang talisman tightly.

Immediately, he prepared to inject mana into it.

Yet just before the mana could flow in, he suddenly froze!

"No! I can’t do this!"

In that instant, the black-clothed youth’s body tensed entirely.

Holding the red Yang talisman, his mind churned with countless thoughts, surging like a storm.

"Did Han Yanzi make a move against Gong Xiyin?"

"Why would he act now? So impatiently?"

"Could it be... he’s injured and needs replenishment?"

"What state is Gong Xiyin in now? Is he alive or dead?"

"Why did he warn me about Han Yanzi? ’He’s trying to refine...’ Refine what? Me?"

Chaotic thoughts flooded his mind; he wanted to infuse mana into the talisman and question Gong Xiyin, but reason held him back. At that moment, even the talisman felt unbearably scorching.

If Han Yanzi had truly refined Gong Xiyin, would he discover the Yin talisman concealed within Gong Xiyin’s Primordial Spirit?

Would he trace it back to him?

Could he already be toying with the Yin talisman at this very moment?

Amid this jumbled state of mind, a sudden realization struck him.

He froze entirely.

"Gong Xiyin didn’t immediately detonate the Yin talisman but instead chose to send me a warning, telling me to beware of Han Yanzi..."

"Gong Xiyin... always chose to trust me..."

He had finally, within the Demon Sect, truly grasped the character of one person.

Yet in this moment, there was no joy in his heart.