White Bone Demon Trail

Chapter 81 Stealing the Mirror
Everything around him turned into a sandstorm and was blown away. Ning Jue clutched the pain in his chest and looked down to see a small, child-sized white skeleton burrowing into the skin of his chest.

At this very moment, the skeleton child had completely slid inside, and strangely transformed into a palm-sized skeleton pattern imprinted on its body.

He was startled, and his body shone with golden light, as if he was about to unleash some great supernatural power.

Just then, a chilling voice chuckled.

"If you use the magic and supernatural powers bestowed upon you by your elders, you may end up harming yourself instead."

Ning Jue looked up and saw it was Fairy Qinghe. He immediately shouted:
"Who are you, you fiend! How dare you impersonate one of my fellow cultivators?"

"Am I not Wuxiang, the one you're trying to capture?"

"Qinghe" said with a smile, "Don't harm her physical body, or you'll be the one killing her!"

Ning Jue's eyes grew even colder, "Demon, what have you done to Fellow Daoist Qinghe?"

"Never mind what happens to her. If I had intended to kill you, you would have been dead long ago."

"Qinghe" looked meaningfully at the white bone pattern on his chest and continued, "This white bone pattern can protect you from evil spirits and external things. Cultivate well, and talk about subduing demons and eliminating evil spirits when you reach the Yuanzhen Realm."

Ning Jue watched "Qing He" turn and leave, wanting to make a move but finding himself completely immobilized.

He said coldly, "Why are you, you demon, showing such kindness that you spared my life?"

Qinghe paused, and Bai Wuxiang's voice rang out.

"Because in my previous life, I was just like you, willing to risk my life to save that child."

"Are you so confident that you're not afraid of letting a tiger return to the mountain?" Ning Jue paused for a moment, then continued, "Even if you spare my life today, you won't survive if you fall into my hands in the future."

"Don't be afraid, because I will never fall into your hands." Bai Wuxiang chuckled, turned around, and disappeared into the yin wind.

Ning Jue, who had been restrained, suddenly felt his body relax and gained his freedom.

He flexed his wrists, looked at the white bone diagram on his chest, and wondered, "This Wuxiang is different from what Master said, and it doesn't seem like a demon."

Upon realizing this, Ning Jue was suddenly startled by the thought in his mind. How could he have such a thought?
No, it must be that formless demon god who bewitched me!

Correct!
I must have been bewitched by Wuxiang to have such thoughts!

We should hurry back to the mountain to report to our master that the Formless Demon God has escaped, and see if the masters of Emei can save Fellow Daoist Qinghe.

Thinking of this, he didn't have time to linger any longer and hurriedly used earth magic to quickly return to the mountain.

……

Bai Wuxiang, who was sensing Xiao Qianli's location, smiled slightly after realizing Ning Jue had left.

The reason he spared Ning Jue's life was because there were very few people in the world with such a mindset and character.

Ning Jue dared to risk his own life to save the child, which reminded Bai Wuxiang of his vague memories from his past life.

It seems that because of his kind heart, he jumped into the river to save two children, which led to him being swept away by the undercurrent and hitting his head on the embankment. Even though he didn't drown, he became a vegetable and lay in bed for more than ten years in a daze.

In Ning Jue, he saw a glimpse of his younger self.

But Bai Wuxiang was not afraid that Ning Jue would come to kill him one day, because the white bone pattern on his chest was already connected to his heart and soul, and could not escape the influence of Wuxiang's demonic thoughts.

Over time, Ning's goodwill towards himself will grow stronger until he can control Ning's mind!

After sensing for a moment, Qinghe frowned and muttered to herself, "We're almost past Yunze Mountain, it seems I won't need this body anymore."

He looked around, his body felt lighter, he shed his human skin, pointed at the "Qinghe" skin, and said, "Since your Daoist name is Qinghe, then do what a spirit of plants and trees should do."

After saying that, the human skin flew to an old tree in the wilderness. The human skin covered the tree trunk, and the spirit tree transformed into a human form, but still stood in the same place.

Its expression was slightly dazed, and it hesitated for a moment before saying, "This little... this little demon thanks you for bestowing your magic."

Qinghe had cultivated Taoism for many years, and her skin and flesh contained essence and energy, which gave this somewhat spiritual tree spirit a chance to be created.

Bai Wuxiang laughed and said, "Plants and trees are hard to find here. Since you are a tree spirit, you should protect this green forest."

After saying this, his figure vanished, turning into a gust of wind. His mind returned to the White Bone Cave of Wanxiang Mountain.

Bai Wuxiang, who was cultivating, suddenly stood up, reached out and grabbed the bone puppets in the crevices of the cave, which were then put into his sleeve.

But Bai Wuxiang still sat upright on the stone platform.

His physical body is still cultivating, but he can still walk the world with the thoughts of a demon god.

Moreover, the thoughts of demons are without form or substance, making them much more convenient than physical bodies.

Bai Wuxiang transformed into a gust of yin wind and descended from Wanxiang Mountain, arriving at a desolate forest.

He sat cross-legged under a tree, eyes closed, resting and waiting for his guests.

The journey from Qingzhou to Sanqing Mountain in the south requires passing through this place, which is only about 300 li away from Wanxiang Mountain.

He had already sensed the demonic thoughts within the mirror and estimated that Xiao Qianli would pass by this place.

As night deepened, Bai Wuxiang flicked his sleeve, and a bone carving no bigger than the palm of his hand popped out from his sleeve. He smiled and said to them, "You all need to hide first."

These bone carvings then hopped and skipped into various parts of the wilderness, disappearing in a few breaths.

He connected his mind with the surrounding earth's energy and waited patiently.

Around midnight, a fast horse galloped through the woods. Xiao Qianli, who had been riding at a rapid pace, seemed to sense that there was something unusual about this desolate forest. He reached out and pulled on the reins, turning his head to look around at the dark surroundings.

"What kind of ghost dares to block my way?"

Xiao Qianli shouted, his voice echoing deep into the forest.

Ordinary little demons and monsters can sense the aura of cultivators from afar and usually keep their distance.

Anyone who dares to play tricks here and come to deal with her is probably a seasoned veteran; she has never been one to underestimate her opponents.

A gust of cold wind blew by, startling the horses into neighing and becoming agitated. Xiao Qianli dismounted, made a hand seal, and a burst of golden light flashed out, shining in all directions.

She looked around, then turned to look in front of her and saw a tall white figure standing directly in front of her, about ten feet away.

Xiao Qianli was slightly startled. The aura of this evil creature was so cleverly concealed that he had not even noticed it.

"Young lady, I would like to invite you for a drink, would that be alright?"

A clear, melodious voice came from behind her, and she could see the man's face clearly. He was handsome and refined, with no beard, and looked like a charming young gentleman.

But in such a remote mountain area, could someone dressed in what looks like mourning clothes really be a person?
Xiao Qianli couldn't discern any aura or malevolent energy from the demon, so he said, "I wonder where you are, a master cultivator. I am a disciple of Sanqing Mountain and have urgent business to attend to. Please do not block my way."

"If you don't appreciate my good intentions, then don't even think about passing through." Bai Wuxiang's voice was slightly cold. He waved his sleeve, and suddenly the once quiet forest was filled with the sound of gongs and drums, and shouts of killing rose from all directions. Under the dim moonlight, there were tall puppets, each holding a sword, spear, or whip, wearing a chess set, making faces, laughing and joking, or crying loudly.

The puppets stepped forward one after another, while Bai Wuxiang's figure remained motionless, slowly retreating backward, passing through the puppets and disappearing into the night.

"You corrupt official, watch as this imperial envoy, acting on behalf of the emperor, executes you, such a treacherous minister!"

A tall, red cannon puppet roared angrily, holding an official seal, and lunged at her.

"I have the imperial sword here! If His Majesty himself were to come, how dare you not kneel?"

"Hahaha, are you the only upright and virtuous official? Are we treacherous officials just not allowed to live?"

A puppet of a treacherous official, dressed in a black and white official robe, with a black and white painted face and a long beard that dragged down to his knees, slowly walked backwards, exuding an imposing aura.

Three enormous puppet statues surrounded Xiao Qianli. She intended to cast a spell, but was horrified to discover that she couldn't activate her magic here; some mysterious formation was suppressing her power.
Seeing the swords and spears about to fall from above, Xiao Qianli hurriedly rolled over, drew his sword, and began to fight with several tall puppets.

Outside the puppet formation, Bai Wuxiang sat leisurely in a chair, tilting his head and watching the stage-like scene in front of him with a smile in his eyes.

However, Xiao Qianli on the field became more and more anxious as the fight progressed. It seemed that she had been suppressed into this strange formation. Although she could forcibly activate her magic power, each time she used it, it consumed a lot of magic power, and the power she could unleash was also very limited.

One puppet after another revolved around her, and even more puppet figures floated in the mist.

A beautiful woman with a white face adorned with painted plumage, wearing long double feathers on her head and holding two swords, swaggered in, her voice suddenly rising in theatrical style: "I am willing to follow Your Majesty to the death without regret!"

As she spoke, she slashed her neck with both swords, but Xiao Qianli felt a sharp pain in his neck.

She dodged the swords, spears, and clubs of the other puppets with a somersault, but when she reached out to touch them, she saw bloodstains.

"Wow, hahaha. I have to memorize it! I have to memorize it!"

A puppet, so short it was only knee-high, suddenly appeared behind her with a few leaps, its hands gripping her neck tightly and refusing to let go.

His entire body was hanging on her, making it hard for her to breathe.

"You audacious villain, where do you think you're going!"

At this moment, four more tall puppets were thrown into the air, and four iron chains bound her hands and feet. The four puppets spun around her rapidly, and the layers of iron chains bound her body, suppressing her magical power so that she could not use it.

Xiao Qianli was bound from head to toe, and she collapsed to her knees, unable to support herself, as the drums and gongs suddenly began to beat.

The puppets around them shouted in unison, and two puppets carrying large cleavers walked over with the stride of dragons and tigers, looking down at Xiao Qianli who was pinned to the ground.

They drew two massive, gleaming swords, raised them high, and the next second, her head fell to the ground!

Just then, a clear, cold voice pierced through the noisy opera singing of the puppets.

"stop."

Instantly, all the puppets around trembled as if frozen in place, turning into lifeless objects.

Bai Wuxiang arrived in front of her and stopped her actions with a flick of his hand. This woman's terrifying strength after transforming into a demon was not something he could afford to provoke.

"Why are you in such a hurry to return to the mountain?"

"You fiend, how dare you hurt me? I am a direct disciple of Sanqing Mountain!" Xiao Qianli shouted.

"So what?" Bai Wuxiang chuckled and lifted her chin, his other hand slowly reaching towards her eyes, a cold and dark aura emanating from his palm entering her body.

Bai Wuxiang completely ignored her shouts and only used his mind to steal her memories.

Since the other party is a disciple of high status in Sanqing Mountain, he must know more about Xuanmen techniques, various common knowledge of cultivation, and his experiences with immortals and demons than ordinary people.

He stole some of the memories of the other three, but only looked at a portion of them, because he was afraid that if too much time passed, the Jurchen would send her demonic thoughts to Sanqing Mountain.

However, he now has plenty of time to take a closer look at this woman's memories.

He searched through many long-forgotten memories, delving deep into the other person's primordial spirit, until he touched upon a sealed memory within that spirit.

The next moment, lightning suddenly ripped through the sky above the desolate forest outside my mind.

Bai Wuxiang was startled and instantly withdrew from the other party's primordial spirit, then snatched the treasure mirror from his body.

"Boom~"

A bolt of purple divine lightning descended from the heavens, its aura carrying terrifying killing intent as it fell straight down.

Without a second thought, Bai Wuxiang picked up the treasure mirror and held it in front of him.

"Om~"

Baojian trembled and actually swallowed the terrifying divine lightning.

"Bang~"

The sword was drawn, and the divine thunder from the heavens shattered the formation set up by Bai Wuxiang, even breaking the puppet-playing divine technique he was using by activating the Vengeful Spirit Pearl.

Xiao Qianli roared angrily, his eyes suddenly turning crimson, and the long sword in his hand also revealed a trace of blood light.

Seeing this, Bai Wuxiang knew that she was about to unleash her demonic body, which was comparable to the Yuanzhen realm, once again.

He immediately transformed into a black shadow and plunged into the dense forest, hiding among the trees.

Enraged, Xiao Qianli raised his demonic sword and slashed down fiercely. The blood-red sword energy instantly obliterated hundreds of trees, startling the birds in the forest into taking flight.

A speck of black dust darted out from the shadow of a tree, landed on a titmouse, and flew away.

Bai Wuxiang had no desire to fight this demonic swordswoman. She was currently at the Yuanzhen realm, and he wouldn't use his resentment to bear her wrath.

He took the opportunity to escape early and left without looking back.

Xiao Qianli searched the dense forest in a fit of rage, but after searching all night, he still couldn't find the demon.

She had no choice but to revert to her demonic form and use a secret technique to contact the elders in Sanqing Mountain.

"Master, I have failed you. A demon stole the treasure mirror on the way."

Xiao Qianli reported with remorse.

"Alas, Qianli, this is your destined tribulation. Only when you find the treasure mirror will you be able to return to the mountains." Xiao Jingzhi's figure appeared on the mirror, and he sighed as he spoke.

"Yes! Master, rest assured! This disciple will do everything in my power to retrieve the treasure mirror!" Xiao Qianli replied solemnly without any discouragement.

Back on Wanxiang Mountain, Bai Wuxiang sat cross-legged on the stone platform, looking at the treasure mirror in his hand, recalling the secrets he had obtained from exploring the other party's memories, and couldn't help but laugh: "Interesting."

Now, the real show is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)