Mahayana 100
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Chapter 100: Like a Dream or an Illusion? The Retired Life of a Mahayana-realm Demon Lord
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Part 1
Xiao Yifeng came back to his senses and found himself sitting in front of the kitchen stove, with a pot beside him giving off a rich, fragrant aroma.
He shook his head. He felt like he’d forgotten something important, but had no idea what. He glanced down at himself.
He was wearing only rough peasant clothes. His long black hair was tied up with a simple cloth strip. Honestly, he looked more like someone about to hoe a field than someone meant to save the world.
And in his hand? The legendary Immortal Slayer Sword… currently being used to poke a campfire. The thing was so covered in soot that it looked like a burnt stick.
“Hiss… hiss…”
A strange noise came from the woodpile. A tiny white snake was curled up inside, flicking its bright red tongue as it slowly slithered toward Xiao Yifeng.
The snow-white snake’s scales sparkled like crystal, and on its head were two small budding horns, almost like those of a young dragon.
It was Xiao Yifeng’s pet, the Mystic Frost Ice Python, Little Snow, a fearsome demonic beast at the peak of the Hollow Void realm, just one step short of becoming a true dragon.
Xiao Yifeng didn’t rush at all. He simply held out a hand, and Little Snow slithered up his arm, ducked into his sleeve, then popped out from his collar and settled on his shoulder as if it owned the place.
Xiao Yifeng let out a small smile. Ever since that massive righteous-versus-evil showdown, he had faked his own death and vanished into the mountains, living completely off the radar.
All the things from the Saint Star Palace—fame, power, beautiful women—he had tossed aside as if they meant nothing.
The only one he couldn’t bear to leave behind was Little Snow, his comrade in arms who had shared life and death with him, so he brought it along into seclusion.
He settled on a small mountain on the outskirts of the Ask-the-Heaven Inquiry Sect and set up a formation that barred mortals, filling the area with mist all year round.
Villagers who entered the mountain would walk in circles and come out on another path, believing they had seen ghosts.
Eventually, no one dared to wander around this area anymore. Even the village at the base of the mountain moved away, and no one lived there again.
These quiet years felt just right to Xiao Yifeng. He threw wood into the furnace and used the once-renowned Immortal Slayer Sword as an ordinary tool to stir the fire.
Ever since he had cultivated the Buddhist secret art, the Formless Sutra, the sword’s murderous aura could no longer touch him. And with its sword spirit long fallen, the weapon had lost its former sentience.
Whenever he thought of the Immortal Slayer Sword Spirit’s demise, a quiet sorrow stirred within him. That proud, queen-like woman was someone he would likely never see again.
Now that his days were peaceful, he used the Nine Scroll of Heavenly Inquiry each day to dispel lingering malevolent qi. Since he no longer fought with the sword, the evil energy in his body had gradually been purged. In the end, the demonic sword truly had become nothing more than a fireplace stick.
He threw in the last of the firewood and left the remaining heat to coax the flavour from the bone broth simmering in the pot. Then he stood up and stepped outside.
Before him stood a decently sized log cabin. A crooked chimney jutted from its roof, releasing soft coils of smoke.
Outside the cabin, two neat stacks of firewood stood side by side, and beneath the eaves hung a row of bamboo wind chimes. Their crisp, delicate notes chimed softly as the breeze drifted past. Xiao Yifeng turned to them, momentarily lost in thought.
After a moment, he returned to himself and looked toward the distant Heaven Inquiry Sect, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Today was the day his wife, Liu Hanyan, would return, the very reason he had chosen this place for his seclusion.
If the outside world discovered that this so-called “devil” was not only alive but had even married Liu Hanyan, the renowned Fairy Guanghan of the righteous path, jaws would surely drop.
In only half a year, Liu Hanyan would hand over the affairs of Drifting Snow Palace and truly retire with him. Then the two of them would live together in quiet seclusion, untouched by the dust of the mortal world.
Xiao Yifeng, who had been lost in thought, suddenly frowned and turned to look in the direction of Starview City. A surge of dense blood-qi was rushing toward him at incredible speed, arriving in an instant.
That blood-qi tore straight through his mountain-protecting barrier and forced its way inside. Outside, it circled the mountain once, and a powerful divine sense swept across the entire area before heading directly for his shabby wooden hut.
The thick cloud of blood mist halted in mid-air. The figure within it was blurred beyond recognition, impossible to tell whether it was human or demon. A choking stench of blood washed over him.
Xiao Yifeng knew this visitor meant no good. Staying on guard, he asked coldly, “What foul creature lurks there, skulking in the shadows?”
“Blood-Sword Demon Lord, what refined taste you have. The mighty Deputy Hall Master of the Saint Star Palace, actually hiding away next to the Heaven Inquiry Sect… and even marrying the world-famous Fairy Guanghan. If that gets out, both righteous and demonic factions will be shaken.”
“But now that you’ve got a beauty in your arms, Demon Lord, I wonder, do you still remember the countless wronged souls of the Saint Star Palace who died for you? Do you still remember the old comrades of the Palace?”
A hoarse voice drifted out from within the thick, clotted mist of blood, impossible to tell whether it belonged to a man or a woman.
Xiao Yifeng felt a strange sense of déjà vu. This scene was far too familiar. But he had no time to think further.
The other party revealed his identity and even the fact that he had married Liu Hanyan in a single breath. Xiao Yifeng’s heart sank slightly, killing intent rising as he said coldly:
“I am no longer a member of the Demonic Sect. I don’t know how you found my whereabouts, nor what business you have with me. If you can’t give me a proper reason, you’ll stay here forever.”
The figure within the blood mist let out a strange laugh. “As expected of the famed Blood-Sword Demon Lord. A master at the peak of the Mahayana realm—so confident indeed. You want to keep me here? Let’s see if you have the ability.”
As soon as the words fell, the blood mist lunged at Xiao Yifeng. Already prepared, he raised his right hand, summoning the Immortal Slayer Sword. A flash of blood-red light landed in his grasp. But the blood mist ahead suddenly exploded, and the entire mountain peak was instantly swallowed in thick, suffocating crimson fog.
The shadow vanished completely. Even with Xiao Yifeng’s sharp eyesight, he could barely see a few metres ahead, and the blood mist was blocking his divine sense entirely, which sent a chill down his spine.
Little Snow, perched on his shoulder, swept the area with its pale-gold eyes nervously. The mark on its forehead flashed gold, and it suddenly whipped its head to the side, jaws opening as it hissed.
The fog was blasted apart by the force of the roar. Xiao Yifeng’s spirit snapped into focus as he shot forward. The blood mist writhed, and then a strange laugh echoed: “Heh heh…”
Before the laugh had even faded, a razor-thin streak of blood-light shot in from the side, stabbing straight toward his chest like a meteor, turning everything crimson.
Xiao Yifeng was greatly shocked. This person’s strength was likely no less than his own; the force of their sword-qi and the intensity of their killing intent were astonishing.
The two exchanged blows several times within the blood mist, but whenever the opponent missed a strike, they vanished again, appearing and disappearing unpredictably. Every move was vicious and venomous, clearly aiming to take Xiao Yifeng’s life.
He had no idea what the blood mist was made of, but it was actually able to block divine sense. Xiao Yifeng could only rely on instinct to fight, and although Little Snow could locate the enemy, the opponent was simply too fast. For the moment, Xiao Yifeng could do nothing but defend.