Chapter 510: The Will to Live, Liu Yu’s Death
"Ghost-Eyed Demon Spider?"
Seeing this unexpected sight, Ancestor Chilong finally noticed the strange change in Wei Tu’s body—at some point, he had allowed the Ghost-Eyed Demon Spider to possess him.
The Ghost-Eyed Demon Spider was born with ghost eyes capable of discerning yin and yang. It could see clearly whether a cultivator’s soul was real or false.
Earlier, the ‘Blood Fiend Ancestor Demon’ released by Liu Yu Daoist was indeed terrifying. But in the end, it wasn’t a true demon—it was merely a construct of demonic essence and magic power, which meant it had a weakness.
That weakness was the soul.
Kill its soul, and the danger could be easily eliminated.
Of course, for others, this so-called weakness wasn’t a weakness at all. After all, they couldn’t see through the Blood Fiend Ancestor Demon’s spiritual body to locate its soul’s hiding place.
Unfortunately for Liu Yu Daoist, he had run into Wei Tu.
Wei Tu’s fourth-tier physique, the Nine Secrets of Vitality, and the Ghost-Eyed Demon Spider together completely countered the Blood Fiend Ancestor Demon.
If even one of these had been missing, the battle would have been much harder for him.
…
"With the Blood Fiend Ancestor Demon holding off Wei Tu, I should be safe now. I’ll first find a nearby cultivator to seize their body and quickly rebuild my physical form…"
Elsewhere, Liu Yu Daoist, fleeing the battlefield, began planning his next steps.
Right now, although his body wasn’t completely destroyed and still had some flesh left, restoring it to its original state would take at least 100 years.
During this time, he needed to find a suitable host for possession to nourish his Nascent Soul and prevent its spirituality from declining over that century.
But—
Just as this thought took shape, he suddenly felt the mysterious spiritual link between himself and the Blood Fiend Ancestor Demon snap.
"Impossible! I’ve raised the Blood Fiend Ancestor Demon for over 1,000 years. I began nurturing it back when I was still at the Golden Core stage—long before I even refined the Yin-Yang Demon Corpses."
"It can’t have died so quickly."
Liu Yu Daoist’s tiny Nascent Soul face twisted in disbelief.
"It must be that Wei Tu used some explosive secret technique, severely damaging his own body to kill the Blood Fiend Ancestor Demon."
Soon after, his shock turned to another thought—one that seemed far more favorable to him.
Realizing this, Liu Yu Daoist’s tense expression eased. He let out a long breath.
"In other words, he’s killed the enemy at the cost of injuring himself almost as badly. He shouldn’t have the strength to chase me anymore."
"Yes! That must be it!"
"The Blood Fiend Ancestor Demon must have driven him to desperation, forcing him to do it just to survive!"
He grew more certain of his reasoning.
But before he could enjoy that thought for long, he sensed a ghostly blood-shadow closing in fast from behind him.
The aura was unmistakably that of Wei Tu—the very person he believed to be gravely injured and unable to give chase.
"How is this possible?"
Liu Yu Daoist’s Nascent Soul pupils shrank, his face filled with shock. From Wei Tu’s body, he couldn’t sense even the slightest trace of injury.
Killing the Blood Fiend Ancestor Demon without being hurt—how could that be?
There was no time to think. The moment this question flashed in his mind, it was replaced by only one thought—‘Escape! Get out alive!’
Gritting his teeth, he tore off one of his fair, tender arms, using it as a blood sacrifice to speed up his Nascent Soul’s teleportation.
The method worked.
In less than an instant, Liu Yu Daoist found that Wei Tu had vanished entirely from his divine sense range.
Seeing this, Liu Yu Daoist’s Nascent Soul let out a faint breath of relief. He stopped midair for a moment, took a few heavy breaths, then turned in another direction, fleeing toward the Chu Kingdom.
He wasn’t foolish enough to keep running toward the Zheng Kingdom, practically inviting Wei Tu to chase him all the way.
Besides, in his current condition, there was no way he could make it back to the Hehuan Sect in one stretch.
But the moment he slowed down, his Nascent Soul sensed that ghostly blood-shadow representing Wei Tu reappearing behind him—this time even closer than before. The gap had shrunk by over 10 li, and with less than 30 li between them, Wei Tu would soon catch him.
'Could it be…? Could his divine sense reach the range of a late Nascent Soul cultivator?'
Realizing this, Liu Yu Daoist’s Nascent Soul paled in shock. He instantly regretted his poor choice—he had just steered himself straight back toward Wei Tu’s reach.
"Explode!" Gritting his teeth, he made the ruthless choice to blood-sacrifice one fair, tender calf, severing it to boost his escape speed again.
This time, luck wasn’t on his side. Even draining almost all the magic power within his Nascent Soul wasn’t enough to widen the gap.
Wei Tu clung to him like a leech, following without falling behind even a step.
'I must survive… survive! I cannot die in Wei Tu’s hands. I must not!'
Shaking with desperation, Liu Yu Daoist pushed his resolve to the extreme. He blood-sacrificed his last remaining arm and leg, willing to destroy his own Nascent Soul if that’s what it took.
His speed exploded instantly, far surpassing the limits of ordinary blood escape.
Finally, Wei Tu’s figure behind him vanished from sight.
However—
Just as Liu Yu Daoist thought he was about to see the light of escape, a beautiful woman in a violet dress suddenly appeared ahead, blocking his path.
"Cao Mi!" In an instant, he pulled her name from memory.
At the same time, he remembered that Wei Tu wasn’t his only enemy here.
Cao Mi, Divine Master Du Long, Divine Master He Di, and Divine Master Donglai—these four extra enemies were enough to block every possible escape route.
His escape technique might be fast, but against such a cage, how could he possibly get out alive?
"Cao Mi! Let me go, and I’ll grant you an opportunity to break through to mid Nascent Soul. You’ve only just advanced to Nascent Soul—you should know how scarce resources are at this level."
"With your current foundation, even with all of Mirror Water Pavilion’s resources, you’d never reach mid Nascent Soul in your lifetime."
His will to live was overwhelming. Without thinking, Liu Yu Daoist blurted out this plea.
When he finished, he watched Cao Mi closely. As long as she betrayed the others or decided to claim his treasures for herself… he might just survive this crisis.
But to his surprise—
Cao Mi showed no flicker of greed. Her face remained calm as her jade sleeve swept out, summoning a bronze mirror magic weapon that shone its light directly on him.
'Only a binding magic weapon?'
The next moment, the red radiance from the bronze mirror wrapped around him. Liu Yu Daoist felt both startled and faintly hopeful, mistaking this as a sign that she might have been tempted by his words.
Seizing the chance, he said, "Palace Master Cao, I have many resources hidden in the Hehuan Sect. To show my sincerity, I’ll tell you of one treasure right now…"
But before he could finish, he saw her palm glow with light like moonlight. She pressed it firmly on the crown of his head.
"You—"
He froze in shock, wanting to say more, but the moment he opened his mouth, he felt his life force vanish in a rush.
She had killed him.
He was dead.
"Ancestor Chilong’s… hidden treasure…"
With the last of his strength, just before his soul completely faded, Liu Yu Daoist uttered the crucial secret he had discovered that day.