Chapter 40: Who the Fuck Are You Pretending to Be?

With a gentle wave of her hand, the spiritual energy in the hot spring transformed into streams of pure water.

It surged into Zhu Ganglie's body, suppressing the berserk and violent aura within him.

"Phew..."

Zhu Ganglie let out a long breath, feeling much more comfortable.

"Many thanks to the fairy maiden for saving my life!"

He looked at the woman with tears of gratitude in his eyes, wishing he could offer her his body in return.

...

Meanwhile, the cauldron of the Horned Dragon had stopped burning, and a rich medicinal fragrance permeated the entire alchemy room.

The Horned Dragon stared intently at the alchemy cauldron, his heart filled with anticipation.

"The Nine-Turn Golden Dragon Pill is done!"

Suddenly, the alchemy cauldron emitted a muffled sound.

"Boom!"

Startled, the Horned Dragon quickly took a few steps back.

"What is this? Did the cauldron explode?"

A jolt of shock ran through his heart, and he feared the alchemy had failed.

When the white smoke dissipated, the Horned Dragon cautiously approached the alchemy cauldron and peered inside.

There, a golden pill lay quietly at the bottom of the cauldron, exuding an alluring luster.

"Haha! It's done! It really is done!"

Overjoyed, the Horned Dragon danced with excitement, quickly retrieved the pill, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The pill melted instantly upon touching his tongue, turning into a warm current that coursed through his entire body.

The Horned Dragon felt his bloodline power growing continuously, as if he were about to transform into a true golden dragon.

"Awesome! This pill is truly powerful!"

He could not help but let out a long roar toward the sky, the sound shaking the entire valley.

Just at that moment, he suddenly sensed a powerful demonic aura coming from afar.

"This demonic aura... How can it be so powerful!"

The Horned Dragon's expression changed, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

He hurriedly rushed out of the alchemy room and flew in the direction of the demonic aura.

He saw Han Yang locked in fierce combat with a figure shrouded in demonic energy—and that figure was none other than Bai Suzhen!

"What is going on? Why has Bai Suzhen become like this?"

Utterly appalled, the Horned Dragon immediately joined the battle to help Han Yang fight the demonic-controlled Bai Suzhen.

The battle among the three was earth-shattering; sand and stones flew across the valley, and trees collapsed one after another.

However, Bai Suzhen, controlled by the demonic aura, experienced a massive surge in power, and even the combined forces of Han Yang and the Horned Dragon began to struggle.

At that very moment, a plump figure descended from the sky, holding a half-eaten spiritual fruit in hand.

"Boss, I've come to lend a hand!"

Zhu Ganglie roared and plunged straight into the battlefield.

"Old Pig is here!"

Zhu Ganglie's hefty body dropped from the heavens, and the nine-toothed rake in his hand whistled through the air, smashing fiercely toward Bai Suzhen.

"Boom!"

With a tremendous crash, the ground itself trembled.

Bai Suzhen, shrouded in demonic energy, was driven back several steps by the rake, a ferocious glare flashing deeper in her eyes.

"Fat pig, you're courting death!"

Bai Suzhen shrieked, moving with terrifying speed, and pounced toward Zhu Ganglie like a phantom.

"Hehe, little beauty, come on, let Old Pig pamper you properly!"

Zhu Ganglie grinned, his flesh jiggling as he showed no fear whatsoever, swinging his rake to engage Bai Suzhen in close combat.

The rake and Bai Suzhen's sharp claws clashed continuously, producing a harsh, metallic screech.

Although Zhu Ganglie possessed a formidable physical body, Bai Suzhen's strength and speed had been vastly amplified by the demonic energy, and gradually, Zhu Ganglie began to fall behind.

Han Yang and the Horned Dragon seized the opportunity to regulate their breathing and observe the battle.

"This demonic energy... is somewhat peculiar."

Han Yang knitted his brows tightly, activating the Eye of Truth to closely examine the demonic aura enveloping Bai Suzhen.

The demonic energy was exceptionally pure, faintly carrying a bizarre undulation, and was by no means ordinary.

"Could it be... some sort of special demonic cultivation technique?"

Han Yang felt a secret shock; this demonic aura gave him a deeply perilous sensation.

"Boss, this little beauty seems to be high on drugs; her strength keeps growing, and Old Pig can barely hold her off!"

Zhu Ganglie breathed like an ox, several bloodstains already marking his body.

Bai Suzhen's speed grew increasingly frantic, and her attacks grew ever fiercer, making it difficult for Zhu Ganglie's massive frame to parry them.

"Horned Dragon, use your freezing power to restrict her speed!"

Han Yang made a decisive judgment.

"Understood!"

The Horned Dragon responded instantly, spewing a breath of cold air that transformed into an ice dragon, wrapping around Bai Suzhen.

Bai Suzhen's speed plummeted, and her movements grew sluggish.

"Now is the time!"

A sharp glint flashed in Han Yang's eyes as he mobilized the Soul of Taotie, opened his mouth wide, and inhaled forcefully.

A powerful suction force emanated from Han Yang's mouth, and the demonic energy on Bai Suzhen seemed guided, rushing frantically into Han Yang's mouth.

"Ah... What is this... What kind of sorcery is this!"

Bai Suzhen struggled in terror, unable to shake off the mighty suction.

As the demonic energy continuously drained away, Bai Suzhen's berserk state gradually subsided, and clarity returned to her eyes.

"Han... Han Yang... Save me..."

Bai Suzhen weakly called out Han Yang's name.

Han Yang continued to devour the demonic energy while rapidly pondering in his heart.

This demonic energy was so pure; if he could refine and absorb it, he might significantly boost his own strength.

Just as Han Yang was about to swallow all the demonic energy remaining on Bai Suzhen, a sudden transformation occurred!

An even more formidable demonic aura erupted from within Bai Suzhen's body, blasting Han Yang backward.

"Puff!"

Han Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale.

"Ke-ke-ke... Stupid ant, you actually dare to devour this lord's demonic energy!"

A chilly voice issued from Bai Suzhen's mouth, sharp and grating to the ears.

Bai Suzhen's eyes turned blood-red, and her entire body radiated a suffocating demonic aura.

Her appearance changed as well; her formerly beautiful visage twisted into a hideous and terrifying scowl, resembling an evil ghost.

"You... You are not Bai Suzhen!"

Han Yang stared in horror at the Bai Suzhen before him, an ominous premonition welling up in his heart.

"Ke-ke-ke... Bai Suzhen? She was merely a puppet of mine.

brat, your body... I like it very much..."

The voice was filled with greed, making one's hair stand on end.

"Not good! Boss, this chick has been possessed!"

Zhu Ganglie cried out in alarm, wielding his rake to stand protectively in front of Han Yang.

"Possession?!"

Han Yang's heart sank, a chill surging straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Blown backward, Han Yang crashed unceremoniously to the ground, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Zhu Ganglie shouted in shock, "Boss!"

He raised his rake, preparing to charge forward, but Han Yang raised a hand to stop him.

"Don't come over, Old Pig! This thing is a bit weird!"

Han Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He activated the Eye of Truth, golden light swirling within his gaze as he stared directly at the fiend occupying Bai Suzhen's body.

This demonic energy... Han Yang almost laughed out loud.

So that was it; a trace of leftover demonic energy from the self-detonation of the Demonic Peng earlier had slipped into Bai Suzhen's body, causing her to suffer a deviation in her cultivation. This fiend was merely garbage taking advantage of an opportune moment, yet it still had the nerve to act like a big shot here!

Under the Eye of Truth, everything about this fiend was completely transparent before him. Its strength was pathetically low, relying entirely on borrowing Bai Suzhen's body to put on a false front.

"Ke-ke-ke... Brat, I like your body very much..."

The fiend continued its clumsy performance, its voice thin and shrill.

"Like your grandfather!"

Han Yang spat, climbed up from the ground, and dusted off his clothes.

"With your pathetic little cultivation, you dare to act arrogant in front of me?"

He stretched his limbs, golden light surging around him, and released the unreserved pressure of a Tier 7 beast.

"My chaotic golden peng is undying and indestructible! What kind of nonsense are you trying to pull in front of me?"

Behind Han Yang, a pair of gigantic golden wings unfurled, blotting out the sky as divine light illuminated the entire valley.

This fiend was nothing more than a clown playing a part; how dare it covet his body? Truly courting death!

With a flash of his figure, he instantly appeared before Bai Suzhen, his golden claws striking out like lightning to seize the fiend by the neck.

"Get out!"

"Ah! You... What kind of monster are you!"

The fiend was panic-stricken; it could sense the terrifying power emanating from Han Yang—a presence capable of utterly crushing it!

It struggled desperately, but remained as motionless as if clamped in a pair of iron pliers.

A playful glint flashed in Han Yang's eyes as he applied slight pressure with his hand.

"Since you like this skin so much, I'll turn you into a real snake!"

Golden flames ignited in his hand, scorching the fiend's body.