Chapter 1099 - 361: Yingjie Saint Son’s Ability

Normally, Xueyang, being a member of the Yangxiang Race, shouldn’t be wishing for one of their own Grandmasters to die.

But this little bastard was overjoyed.

Far from trying to stop it, he couldn’t wait for more Grandmasters to die.

Xueyang was the Yingjie Saint Son. His sole objective was to resurrect the Bi Hui Cave Heaven Saint.

"Sir, stop pretending. You’re just someone who clings to life and fears death. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have come here at all.

"We’re in the same boat now, so let’s just be open with each other!

"I can promise you on behalf of the Bi Hui Cave Heaven Saint that after the Thousand-Year Calamity ends, a portion of your Wuwen Race will be allowed to survive and become the ninth race of the Damp Realm!

"Thanks to you, the Outer Realm Demons won’t be exterminated like the Thunder Race. You’re actually the greatest hero!"

Xueyang glanced at Ban Rongchen, his smile not reaching his eyes.

Their ability wasn’t actually Invisibility, but a demonic artifact left behind by Bihui Cave.

It was similar to Yang Lezhi’s sand-mimicry art, but a hundred times more sophisticated.

They could alter the properties of their skin and bones, allowing them to completely transform into anything and merge with their surroundings. It didn’t hinder small movements, and they could even circulate their Qi Blood. The effect wouldn’t break even if they were touched.

That was why the two of them could remain here so openly.

"Hmph, I will not let you wantonly harm the people of the Divine Land!"

Ban Rongchen’s face was grim.

To be honest, he didn’t want to die, nor did he want his name to be dragged through the mud.

If he dared to defy Xueyang, the boy could use a curse from Bihui Cave to kill him at any moment, even though he was a Ninth Grade expert.

And before Ban Rongchen died, Xueyang would fabricate evidence of his treason against the Divine Land, ensuring his name would be reviled for eternity.

Ban Rongchen admitted it. He clung to life and feared death.

He had struggled so hard to reach the Ninth Grade and finally make a name for himself, only to die in the most dishonorable way imaginable. Ban Rongchen couldn’t accept it.

"No, you’re wrong!

"Sir, your way of thinking still hasn’t changed.

"As of now, you and I have no real affiliations to speak of.

"For you, the Yangxiang Race are your enemy, the Four-armed Race are your enemy, the Steel Bone Race are your enemy, and... the Divine Land is your enemy, too. All the Outer Realm Demons from every country on Earth are your enemies.

"It’s the same for me. The entire world is my enemy. Do you think the Yangxiang Race would permit the resurrection of the Bi Hui Cave Heaven Saint if they found out?

"They might worship the Celestial Saint, but they would never allow him to be resurrected.

"Everyone is that selfish. You aren’t despicable. In fact, you’re truly great."

Xueyang smiled serenely.

Though he was young, his eyes held the cold indifference of one who had seen through the ways of the world.

"It’s laughable that you don’t even trust your own Yangxiang Race.

"So that’s the reason you plotted and schemed to entrap me?"

Ban Rongchen gritted his teeth.

’This Xueyang didn’t trust anyone from the Yangxiang Race, let alone other races. That was why he had gone to such lengths to entrap a human like him.’

’He was simply damned.’

’He wanted to use Ban Rongchen’s status and authority within the Divine Land to infiltrate it and properly understand these so-called Outer Realm Demons.’

"Please watch your words.

"This isn’t entrapment; it’s salvation.

"Without you as their Guardian, the Outer Realm Demons would be slaughtered to extinction, just like the Thunder Race.

"It is precisely your decision to forsake darkness for light that will guarantee the continuation of the Wuwen Race’s bloodline. At the very least, your people will be able to live in the Eight Races Sacred Land."

Xueyang shook his head, a look of resignation on his face.

’He didn’t understand the minds of these Outer Realm Demons. They were sometimes too stubborn, too complex, and, of course, exceedingly hypocritical.’

’Ban Rongchen didn’t want to die, so he had already accepted the role of Guardian.’

’But he was in a state of constant, agonizing conflict.’

’He was conflicted about his identity as a citizen of the Divine Land, conflicted about the homeland he was loyal to.’

’A sense of national belonging? National pride?’

’Xueyang didn’t understand.’

’But it didn’t matter!’

"I’m warning you, you’d better not wreak havoc in the Divine Land!"

Ban Rongchen warned again.

"There you go again!"

Xueyang shook his head.

’Such self-deception.’

’Once the Bi Hui Cave Heaven Saint was resurrected, the fate of the Outer Realm Demons would inevitably be the same as that of the Thunder Race long ago.’

’You’re helping me resurrect the Celestial Saint with your own hands, yet you forbid me from killing people from the Divine Land along the way.’

’How contradictory. How laughable.’

"Sir, you must be very proud in your heart for breaking through to the Ninth Grade.

"Zhao Qian’en was your classmate, and Bai Hui Sect was your classmate too. Among your batch of Martial Artists, you are the third to break through to the Ninth Grade. You should be proud!"

Xueyang watched Ban Rongchen.

He followed Ban Rongchen’s gaze, which eventually settled on Zhao Qian’en.

Ban Rongchen had mentioned during a previous chat that he, Zhao Qian’en, and Bai Hui Sect of the Bianhan Corps had been classmates.

Though they were friends, they were also secretly competing with one another.

The reason Ban Rongchen had gone to the Damp Realm was to seek a fateful opportunity, hoping to break through to the Ninth Grade sooner.

"That’s none of your business!"

Ban Rongchen scowled.

"Sir, help me activate the Cross-border Boat!

"The World-Penetrating Holy Book is about to finish its devouring. The moment it does, the Invisibility Technique will fail, and I’ll likely be exposed for a second.

"I need to teleport to Earth before the Divine Land Grandmasters arrive.

"My name is Xueyang. I am a Prince of the Mandie Country’s royal family, and also your distant cousin, Sir.

"I’m quite satisfied with this identity!"

Xueyang added as a reminder.

A palm-sized book floated before him, resembling a human dictionary.

The book had only nine pages.

On the first page, which was currently open, a portrait of Cang Ji appeared.

The lines of the sketch were crude.

But it was unmistakably Cang Ji.

"We may be far from the Grandmasters, and they can’t get here in a second.

"But you’re only a Fifth Grade, and there are plenty of other Fifth Grades nearby. Aren’t you afraid of being captured alive if you reveal yourself?"