Longevity through Upgrading Buildings Chapter 821 - 340: Ji Yuan: "I’ve Become Old Demon Ji?!

"Previously, the entire Land of the Far West was in an uproar, proclaiming that Old Demon Ji had journeyed to the Cangluo Continent via the Teleportation Array. I believed it might be true, but now..."

"It was merely a blinding technique..."

A faint voice drifted from the Flying Boat.

After consuming the Elixir, Feng Buhui, who had regained consciousness but was nonetheless bleeding from multiple orifices, managed to utter:

"I’ve encountered him before. Just now, in the very instant he attacked me… the way his eyes fell upon me, it wasn’t like he was looking at a human. I recognize that gaze; it was undeniably Old Demon Ji!"

Yue Pan exchanged a meaningful glance with Li Hanzhou.

"Now the demoness who escaped the Sand Prison is gone, but fortunately, we have received word of Old Demon Ji… Forget it, let’s return to the sect for now."

Li Hanzhou said, shaking his head.

Feng Buhui let out a sneer. "He might have wounded me, but he had the misfortune of touching my Heart-devouring Cauldron and thus being poisoned by my Heart-devouring poison. He won't be feeling too well himself."

"..."

"Brother Ji, you…"

Mu Xueyao watched in horror as Ji Yuan, his expression unchanged, severed a large chunk of flesh from his own right arm.

Simultaneously, a thought surfaced in her mind, almost subconsciously… No wonder the world refers to Brother Ji as Old Demon Ji.

If he could be this merciless towards himself, was he not akin to a demon?

Ji Yuan grit his teeth, enduring the searing pain radiating from his limb. With his left hand, he retrieved a modified Qi Blood Pill. He swallowed three in quick succession, then took two more, crushing them in his palm before scattering the remnants over the wound on his right arm.

What followed was a remarkable sight: the injured flesh on his right hand began to regenerate and mend at a visibly accelerated pace.

’As long as it works.’

Observing the situation, Ji Yuan secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterward, he conducted an internal assessment.

Within his meridians, a tiny, emerald sword was rapidly coursing, eradicating the toxins with the tenacity of maggots burrowing through bone, wherever it roamed.

’Such potent poison!’

Since Ji Yuan embarked on his cultivation journey, this was the most severe poisoning he had ever endured. He estimated that a full recovery would necessitate at least four to five days.

And this was with the benefit of his Bone Forging Realm physique.

Had he lacked this inherent resilience, he might have already dissolved into a puddle of viscous fluid.

’Indeed, no Core Formation Cultivator is to be trifled with, especially those hailing from a major sect.’

Fleeting thoughts coursed through Ji Yuan’s mind.

His injuries no longer posed a critical threat, affording him the opportunity to turn his attention to the golden-haired young woman, Mu Xueyao, situated beside him.

She promptly sat straighter upon noticing his gaze. Her eyes darted downward while her fair, delicate hands tightly grasped the fabric of her dress at her sides.

All these actions pointed towards a state of profound nervousness.

Furthermore, Ji Yuan’s Divine Sense, which ceaselessly monitored her, confirmed that this behavior was not an act. It was a genuine manifestation of her inner turmoil.

...A Female Cultivator in the Early-stage Core Formation realm, yet she fears me, a mere Fake Pill Cultivator?

Ji Yuan contemplated for a moment before slowly inquiring, "Have we... met somewhere before?"

Upon hearing his words, Mu Xueyao’s expression instantly shifted to one of aggrieved displeasure.

"I knew it, Brother Ji, you must have forgotten me… Truly, with so many beautiful fairies gracing your presence over the years, how could you possibly recall someone like me?"

...Hold on, Miss, we are clearly encountering each other for the very first time; why does it feel as though I am abandoning you?

Ji Yuan, keenly desiring to understand his own predicament, managed to suppress his rising emotions and continued his questioning:

"Miss, would you mind elaborating a little further?"

"I originated from the Northwest Sand Prison, Brother Ji. Do you not recall? Forty-three years ago, you rescued a pair of master and servant from the clutches of Demon Cultivators within the Sand Prison?"

Mu Xueyao raised her head, a flicker of excitement coloring her voice. "I—I was that young girl back then. Didn't you promise I would grow into a great beauty? Look, I have indeed blossomed…"

Ji Yuan: "Miss, if I were to tell you that I have spent these intervening years strenuously cultivating overseas and have only recently returned to the continent, would you believe me?"

Hearing this, Mu Xueyao paused momentarily before softly replying:

"Brother Ji, you have battled from the Land of the Far North to the Land of the Far South, and then from the Land of the Far South to the Land of the Far West, accumulating thousands of adversaries along the way. Do you truly believe the words you speak?"

"Huh?"

Ji Yuan was utterly stunned by her statement.

...I had only just extricated myself from the Fallen Immortal Gully moments ago, and now you're informing me that I've already waged war across the entirety of the Extreme Abyss Continent?

Mu Xueyao, observing his bewildered expression, also sensed a slight incongruity. She lowered her gaze for a moment before remarking:

"The designated time for the Pine Crane is drawing near; we ought to find a place to lie low for the time being."

"Fifty miles to the east, there lies an island. Let us seek refuge there."

Ji Yuan stated, his tone devoid of emotion.

It was fortunate that he also required a place to recuperate.

Mu Xueyao regarded Ji Yuan with suspicion. Fifty li was a distance that even her Core Formation Stage Divine Sense could not penetrate.

'Hmph, still claiming you're not Old Demon Ji!'

Mu Xueyao muttered inwardly before swiftly directing the Pine Crane to alter its path, steering directly towards the east.

Not long after.

Ji Yuan's gaze fell upon the island, shielded by the Reverse Mountains Array, and a sense of relief washed over him.

However, upon turning his attention to the charming and compliant golden-haired maiden beside him, a flicker of unease crossed his features.

"Brother Ji, would you like me to help bandage your wounds?"

Mu Xueyao produced a roll of clean gauze from her Storage Bag.

Ji Yuan, aware of the injuries afflicting his hand, simply shook his head. "There's no need. Let's address the primary issue first."

With that, he located a nearby rock and settled himself upon it.

Noticing his serious expression, Mu Xueyao reluctantly returned the gauze to its place and mirrored his action, finding a smaller stone to sit upon demurely.

Ji Yuan did not immediately speak, choosing instead to meticulously arrange his thoughts using the information at hand.