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Chapter 1163 Entrustment
"The Nine Cauldrons Descend Upon the World!"

The great battle at Jingzhou continues.

The fierce battle between Young Master and Feng Feishang has completely devolved into a tug-of-war, a war of attrition and a battle of attrition.

First, Young Master Ying used the bronze weight to shatter half of Feng Feishang's skull, causing his entire head to collapse. Then, Feng Feishang thrust out his longsword, which vibrated and split into golden fragments of light from the Ao Mo Chisel.

The shattered light fell like a torrential rain, washing away half of Young Master Ying's skin and flesh.

Young Master Ying smiled. His open chest cavity contained no internal organs, but instead... large and small rings.

The rings interlock and rotate, like a machine that never stops.

At this moment, the young master's outward elegance and nobility contrasted sharply with the countless eerie rings within his body.

Feng Feishang's eyes widened in disbelief. Was this even alive? It was a monster.

"Don't be afraid, there's nothing strange about it."

Young Master Ying smiled and comforted him, "Didn't you just ask me where my 'ring' is? Now you know?"

Young Master Ying's original name was Yin Hen. He was the chosen successor of the previous generation's Heart Demon Ring, so his demon weapon was a ring, not the bronze scepter he had always used.

Feng Feishang's name is Ao Mozhan, which he transformed into a sword, and it also has the effect of applying the same principles to other weapons.

However, the difference between the bronze weight and the circular ring was too great, a question that had always puzzled him, even now...

"I see!"

Feng Feishang gasped, "You actually used a demonic weapon to replace your flesh and blood body, no..."

He suddenly trembled. "Could it be that you have mastered the path to the Supreme Demon Weapon?"

Young Master Ying did not answer him, but looked at Di Jing to reassure him. The sacrificial ceremony to Heaven was underway, and the signs of the Nine Cauldrons descending to the mortal world were very obvious.

The sky reflected partial surfaces of the large cauldrons, but without being in the sacrificial palace, it was always difficult to see their full appearance.

"The time has come, come with me!"

Young Master Yingbu withdrew his murderous aura and waved to Feng Feishang like an old friend, signaling him to follow.

Feng Feishang was full of suspicion, but seeing that he meant no harm, he simply sheathed his sword and followed the other man.

The two walked one after the other, and unknowingly they had left Maijing Prefecture. They went further and further away, heading towards the direction of Dijing.

At this time, all the prominent figures of the capital city arrived at the sacrificial palace, allowing them to enter as if they were in an empty place.

Soon, Young Master Ying stopped in front of a building and pushed open the half-closed wooden door.

A woman behind the door slowly turned around, smiled gently at him, and said, "Good brother, you've come to see me."

The woman was none other than Wu'er, the older sister of the young Yin Hen and a maidservant of the Consort Mei.

But didn't she die that night when the Heart Demon Ring fell?
Feng Feishang couldn't help but have some objections. You brought me to the capital, did you mean to show me your hidden beauty?

Young Master Ying walked up to Wu'er and slowly sat down. "Sister, I missed you so much!"

"Good brother, you're just tired."

Wu'er reached out and stroked his face, her movements gentle and tender, bringing a sense of peace.

Just as he reached out, the bronze weight slammed into her slender, fair arm, pinning half of the woman's body to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, Young Master Ying tore open the woman's chest and abdomen along the wound, and pulled out large and small rings with one hand, frantically covering the woman's body.

In the blink of an eye, the woman was trapped in a large net woven from countless rings.

Feng Feishang snapped out of his daze. This woman was definitely not some kept mistress; she might actually be…

"Come and see, the infamous Enchantress is right in front of you!" Young Master Chao Feng Feishang introduced, "Whichever of us survives will become the Supreme Demon Weapon and slay the Enchantress."

"But the Queen of Enchantress is so cunning, she can transform into countless forms, hiding behind the scenes to sow discord, and no one knows where her true identity is."

"The previous Heart Demon Ring was tricked by her and died in an attack. The death of the Feng Jun was also caused by her instigating Chongyang Gong."

"..."

The woman on the ground cried out in anguish, "Brother, why are you so heartless?"

"You really think I'm a monster? It doesn't matter. If you're afraid, just kill me."

"I'm not afraid of dying, I'm only afraid of making you unhappy!"

Young Master Ying nodded. "See? The Enchantress is just like that. Speaking of which..."

It turns out that when the Heart Demon Ring fell, it infused the Heavenly Sect's inheritance into Yin Hen's body and sent him away through the Demon Soldier Village.

When Yin Yinhen woke up, his injuries were healed, and he had gained the power of the Heart Demon Ring at the Heavenly Sect level.

But having lost everything, he was utterly despondent and only wanted to kill all his enemies to avenge himself.

Then, he met Wu'er, who had "come back to life." Wu'er told him that she had also been saved by the Heart Demon Ring, and that she had stayed in the capital to recover from her injuries before coming to find him.

So you actually believed it?

Feng Feishang listened with great curiosity. No one knew this secret, and he was eager to find out more.

"Of course...no."

Young Master Ying said with a bitter smile, "The most precious thing the Heart Demon Ring left me is not the Heavenly Sect realm, nor the level of being about to touch the Supreme Demon Weapon, but a thought... Don't trust anyone."

"I was absolutely certain that Wu'er was dead, so how did she suddenly appear alive in front of me?"

"From that moment on, I understood that this was the Enchantress's conspiracy. She was good at laying the groundwork in advance and managing things over a long period of time."

"As expected, Wu'er, a maid in the deep palace, is actually very talented. Under her guidance, I changed my appearance and transformed the weapon technique of the Heart Demon Ring into a bronze scepter. I also recruited subordinates and competed for power."

"After the upheaval in Jingzhou, it was she who gave me advice, and I seized the opportunity to take over one of the eight prefectures in Zhili."

At this point, Young Master Ying pointed to the woman on the ground, "Those who don't know the inside story would really think she's a virtuous wife."

"If everything is as you say, then she is truly a remarkable woman who brings good fortune to her husband."

Feng Feishang examined her carefully, then shook his head. "I can't tell. She's just an ordinary woman, without a trace of the stench of a bewitching creature."

"At first, I couldn't tell either. I held onto a glimmer of hope that what she said was true, that God had taken pity on me, that I had lived a life of loneliness and hardship, and had given me someone to share my fate and help me through thick and thin."

"However, she underestimated my hatred. Although I am simple and reckless, I revere the Heart Demon Ring as a god. I take his words as gospel and have never doubted them. If they conflict with reality, then the world is wrong."

"The Heart Demon Ring once mentioned that the Supreme Demon Weapon is the nemesis of the Enchantress. Therefore, the Enchantress will certainly not be able to obtain its power."

"Any power that can be distorted, manipulated, and exploited by the Enchantress is illusory. By looking beyond the surface and getting to the core, we can grasp the most fundamental key."

"As long as I touch the threshold of the Supreme Demon Weapon, I will be able to distinguish the true identity of the Enchantress!"

Feng Feishang was deeply moved by what he heard, and his admiration for the Heart Demon Ring grew even stronger.

If a mere soldier trained by the Heart Demon Ring is already this powerful, what would he be like if he were alive?

Suddenly, a woman's soft laughter rang in his ears, "Hehe, good little brother, can you tell your sister that you have mastered the Supreme Demon Weapon?"

She was no longer the pitiful woman she had been moments before; her tone was unusually calm, as if she were a completely different person.

(End of this chapter)