Dashing Student Chapter 1422: Utter Misery

Chen Nan produced the Demon Spirit Pill, its potent aura causing Yuan Sensen a moment of stunned recognition – it felt precisely like the unique aura of her own clan uncle.

"Did you actually refine my clan uncle into this pill?" Yuan Sensen’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief, her voice a horrified scream.

Chen Nan offered a calm nod. "Indeed, yet I cannot part with the pill itself. However, I can grant you a taste."

Terror flooded Yuan Sensen’s gaze as she clenched her fist. "Are you even human?"

Beside them, the Divine Calculator could no longer contain his mirth. Bursting into uncontrollable laughter, he clutched his stomach, roaring with amusement.

"This is too much! Letting her have a taste? Junior Brother, I must say, your ruthlessness is truly unparalleled!" He gave a resounding thumbs-up.

Chen Nan let out a helpless sigh. "Back on Dragon Fall Island, we were adversaries. When your Demon Clan slaughtered our Human Clan, you even consumed the corpses directly. Therefore, refining your clan uncle into a spirit pill is hardly outside the realm of understanding."

"This pill holds immense value for me, so I cannot yield it. If you seek compensation, however, I am open to discussion."

Yuan Sensen stared intently at the blood-red pill. After a prolonged silence, she finally sighed. "Very well. The Great Saint has instructed us to let go of past grievances. What is done cannot be undone."

"The deceased cannot be resurrected, and the living must persevere. Thus, I shall not hold you accountable."

"However!" Yuan Sensen's tone abruptly shifted. "If you ever utter such words about letting me have a 'taste' again, I swear on my life, I will bite you to death, even if it means my own demise!"

Chen Nan simply shrugged with a smile, tucking the Demon Spirit Pill away. "Understood. I shall bear that in mind."

The trio continued on their journey towards a specific location within the city. The Divine Calculator quietly posed a question, "Junior Brother, do you truly intend to rescue those from the Demon Clan?"

"What if, upon their rescue, they turn against us? Would that not place us in grave danger?"

Chen Nan sighed. "I harbor similar concerns, but if we do not rescue the Demon Clan, how will we ever contend with the Ghost Clan's Ghost King? We will inevitably become mere tools for them to drain our essence energy."

The Divine Calculator nodded in agreement. "You speak the truth. It appears we have no alternative but to take this risk. Let us hope the Demon Clan retains some semblance of gratitude."

As they traversed several city streets, they observed a handful of Ghost Clan members emerging from a building, apparently heading towards the same destination. Discreetly, they began to follow.

Due to the excessively conspicuous demon qi radiating from Yuan Sensen, Chen Nan enacted a restriction to help mask her presence.

Before long, they arrived at a secluded corner of Fengdu City, devoid of buildings save for a solitary, small mountain peak. Several Ghost Clan members ascended directly to its summit.

"Our Demon Clan is imprisoned up there," Yuan Sensen stated, her gaze still tinged with a lingering fear, as she gestured towards the peak's apex.

Chen Nan considered the situation for a moment before declaring, "You remain here. I will scout ahead and assess the situation."

They were the sole hope for the Demon Clan's salvation. Were they to be captured as well, all hope would be extinguished, compelling Chen Nan to exercise extreme caution.

In the subsequent moment, Chen Nan invoked the power of his spiritual item, "Erosion Sun." Transforming into a mere shadow, he merged with the ground's darkness, swiftly advancing towards the peak.

Atop the mountain lay a cavernous opening. Within this cave, thousands of Demon Clan members were held captive. Stationed at the entrance were several Ghost Clan sentinels.

These guards were enveloped by an oppressive miasma of Yin Energy. Although their cultivation had not ascended to the Ghost King realm, they were formidable specters, comparable in power to cultivators at the Golden Core stage.

While this cavern might not house every remaining member of the East Sea Demon Clan, it undoubtedly contained a substantial contingent. The Demon Clan had endured immense losses during the conflict on Dragon Fall Island.

The Human Clan had also suffered grievously, yet they possessed the advantage of rapid reproduction, allowing them to replenish their numbers within a few centuries.

This was not the case for the Demon Clan. Despite their inherent power, reproduction proved exceedingly arduous, with offspring perhaps emerging only once every few centuries. In that time, humanity would have multiplied through countless generations.

"Great Saint, are we destined to remain eternally imprisoned here, reduced to mere instruments for the Ghost Clan to siphon our essence energy? How does this differ from being mere livestock?"

A Demon King from the Demon Clan inquired, his countenance etched with profound grief and indignation.

At the heart of the assembled Demon Clan, the Great Saint Ao Hao knelt upon the ground. His hands were bound above his head by chains, wicked iron hooks having pierced his shoulder blades. The chains themselves were shrouded in a sinister black mist.

Furthermore, an iron nail, likewise enveloped in the dark mist, was driven deep into the center of his chest, completely sealing his cultivation."

The same fate befell the other members of the Demon Clan. The Ghost Clan subsisted on them, draining their essence energy and effectively suppressing their cultivation. All the Demon Clan individuals within the cave appeared gaunt, with prominent dark circles under their eyes—a stark testament to the significant extraction of their vital essence, leaving them severely weakened.

Even Ao Hao, his hair in disarray, bore a look of utter defeat. While the Demon Clan had faced losses before, he had never been reduced to such a state of dishevelment. He slowly lifted his head, a murky despair clouding his eyes.

"Do not surrender! A day will come when we find salvation!"

Another Demon King let out a sigh: "If anyone could deliver me from this torment right now, I would gladly serve them as a mere beast of burden!"

"Hah, you entertain false hopes. Rest assured, you will obediently remain our 'Essence Slaves'!"

Several individuals belonging to the Ghost Clan sauntered into the cave, shedding their disguises as ordinary mortals to reveal their true Ghost Clan forms. They were tall, possessed horns crowning their heads, and were adorned with unsettling black markings.

"Damn you! If you possess the courage, release me and face me in a proper battle!" a Demon King bellowed.

All the Demon Kings bore hooks impaling their shoulder blades, their chests bound by iron nails, and their hands held aloft, the chains scraping noisily with every slight movement. Those who were not Demon Kings found their cultivation sealed, rendering them as feeble as mortals, utterly incapable of dislodging the restraints.

"Heh, did we not already fight? You were defeated, and now you must resign yourselves to your destiny."

A member of the Ghost Clan chuckled, utterly unmoved by the defiant roar.

Approaching several Demon Kings, they opened their mouths, revealing appendage-like tubes that extended like straws to latch onto the Demon Clan members. Despite violent struggles, the Demon Kings could not break free.

Before long, a profound weariness washed over them, draining their strength to the point where resistance became impossible.

"Truly exquisite; it has been an age since I savored essence with such delight. Pray, do not perish on us," one Ghost Clan member declared with evident satisfaction.

Another Ghost Clan member, as if recalling something, paused before departing: "Ah, a piece of news for you—there are new arrivals in Fengdu City."

"However, this time they are humans, and they might soon join your ranks."

A flicker of hope ignited within the Demon Clan at the mention of newcomers, but it swiftly extinguished upon realizing they were humans. Not only were humans generally struggling for survival, but considering the deep-seated animosity between their races, any chance of a human-led rescue was entirely inconceivable!