Chapter 729: Battle of Will
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Tang Youyou traveled through the air, her cold gaze carrying a hint of resolute determination.
"Lin Feng, you absolutely must not become a demon!"
Biting her lip, her mind replayed the image of that unrestrained, handsome young man. How could such a genius become a demon? That would be a calamity for all living beings, and who knows how many would die.
The power of the human heart and will is extremely formidable. Those with true great perseverance can continuously break through their own limits. Those with firm resolve can control everything.
This is especially true for martial cultivators. In martial arts training, cultivating power is important, but even more crucial is cultivating the heart and tempering one's will. Without a resilient heart and a strong will, one cannot become a strong martial artist.
If Lin Feng could grasp his heart, he could completely overcome the power of demonic path through the strength of his will. Just as when Lin Feng saw the Snow Linglong, he would snap back to clarity, because the figure of Snow Linglong was imprinted in his heart and soul. That Snow Linglong should be the embodiment of his wife, the one he loved.
Guided by that terrifying demonic aura, Tang Youyou had no trouble tracking Lin Feng. Although Lin Feng had already traveled an unknown distance, that terrifying demonic aura was present all the way. As long as she followed this fierce demonic energy, she would surely find Lin Feng.
Her body continuously whistled through the void. Tang Youyou didn't know how far she had traveled. Ahead of her appeared a mountain range—the Nine Dragons Mountain Range. The demonic aura extended into the mountains, meaning Lin Feng had entered them.
Without any hesitation, Tang Youyou stepped forward, following that demonic energy into the mountains. She tracked for a long time, reaching deep into the range, hundreds of miles inside, but she saw no trace of any demonic beast. Wherever Lin Feng passed, his slaughtering demonic aura radiated; which beast would dare come to die? They all fled.
"The demonic aura is getting thicker and thicker." Tang Youyou gradually slowed her pace. She could clearly feel the demonic energy growing stronger, meaning she was getting closer and closer to Lin Feng.
"Blood!" Tang Youyou looked toward a certain spot. There was some blood there, and a powerful demonic beast lay dead, cleaved directly by a sword. Rolling demonic energy still emanated from the corpse. Without needing to guess, Tang Youyou knew it was Lin Feng.
It wasn't just one beast. Many powerful demonic beasts had died here, all without exception, cleanly slain with a single sword strike. No matter how strong the beast, in the face of Lin Feng's current demonic state, how could it escape its fate? One sword was enough.
"Almost there."
Feeling the chilling demonic energy grow denser, Tang Youyou landed on the ground and slowly walked forward. She didn't dare move too fast. Lin Feng's state was too unstable now; he might impulsively kill her too. That would be a truly unjust death.
"Close now." Tang Youyou's heart seemed to tighten, a bit nervous. She couldn't remain calm.
On a distant slope, there was a huge rock. Sitting on it was a figure draped in a black demonic robe, exuding a sense of bleak solitude. Amidst that bleakness rolled a fierce, cold aura—the coldness of a demon, making others dare not approach.
Yet this seemingly cold demon had his body slightly curled, tightly clutching a Snow Linglong in his arms. His gaze stared into the distance, as if lost in distant memories.
The Snow Linglong lay quietly in Lin Feng's arms. The demon's coldness seemed unable to disturb her; only warmth radiated from her. Occasionally, she would move, burrowing deeper into Lin Feng's embrace.
At that moment, the Snow Linglong extended her soft, furry little paw and scratched at Lin Feng's face, as if trying to wipe away the traces of tears still lingering at the corners of his eyes. Her gentle paw moved very softly, like a woman caressing the man she loved.
Feeling the tenderness of the paw, Lin Feng slowly turned his gaze toward the Snow Linglong. The cold demonic look in his eyes seemed to dissipate slightly, clearing a bit, revealing a rare trace of gentleness.
Seeing the smile in Lin Feng's eyes, the Snow Linglong let out a low, muffled sound. Her watery, beautiful eyes sparkled with a hint of a smile, as if excited by Lin Feng's gentle expression.
Lin Feng hugged the Snow Linglong, pressing her head against his face. The demonic coldness faded a little, and a rare smile appeared in his eyes again.
Tang Youyou, standing nearby, clearly witnessed this subtle scene. At that moment, she felt a sourness in her heart, and even her eyes turned a bit red. What kind of love could make a demon so deeply affectionate, could make a demon shed his demonic intent?
She realized she felt a bit of envy, a bit of jealousy, toward that beautiful white beast.
Tang Youyou didn't know about Lin Feng and Meng Qing's experiences. Of course, she couldn't feel the deep bond between this demon and the beast. Back when Lin Feng was at his most destitute (luòpò), the fairy-like Meng Qing began to appear in his life, asking him to teach her horseback riding, listening to his stories, following him until now, transforming into a beast. This feeling was irreplaceable. In this world, no one had spent more time with Lin Feng than Meng Qing.
Meng Qing had experienced every moment of Lin Feng's life: his times of heart-wrenching sorrow, his times of lonely helplessness, his times of glory as a genius. Meng Qing was always quietly by his side. Even now, as he fell into demonhood, she still threw herself into his arms without hesitation, just to be with him, never to abandon him, with no regrets in this life.
Tang Youyou's steps slowly approached Lin Feng, very slow and gentle, as if afraid to startle him.
At that moment, Lin Feng's eyes suddenly turned. A cold, demonic light pierced into Tang Youyou, making her steps freeze, stopping her in place, not daring to move.
In Lin Feng's eyes, demonic light flickered, carrying a killing intent that enveloped Tang Youyou's body, threatening to suffocate her.
Tang Youyou's eyes locked onto Lin Feng, staring back at him, refusing to look away for a long time.
"Lin Feng!"
Tang Youyou called out softly. She didn't believe she couldn't stir Lin Feng's will. She didn't believe Lin Feng could bring himself to kill her.
"Leave." A low voice emerged from Lin Feng's mouth, but Tang Youyou shook her head.
"Leave now!" Lin Feng roared, his icy, bone-chilling killing intent all pouring onto Tang Youyou. He couldn't guarantee when he would completely fall into demonhood and kill her too.
"I won't leave." Tang Youyou shouted back at Lin Feng, her gaze firm and unyielding: "Lin Feng, you can control yourself. Since you can stay clear-headed now, it means you can overcome that demonic energy. You have to believe in yourself. You can do it."
"You cannot become a demon. Otherwise, you might kill your loved ones, your family and friends. You must believe in yourself."
Tang Youyou was almost shouting. She wanted Lin Feng to understand that the power of the heart and will could overcome everything. As long as Lin Feng was willing, he could definitely control it.
Lin Feng's body trembled slightly. The light flickering in his eyes was extremely chaotic, and the aura around him fluctuated. Could he control it? The will of the demon sword was too terrifying, constantly eroding (qīnshí) his will. If this continued, he would probably completely fall into demonhood sooner or later, becoming a demon god.
"Lin Feng, you can't tell yourself you can't do it. Since you can now, you definitely can. Use the power of your heart, the power of your will, to overcome it." Seeing that her words seemed to have some effect, Tang Youyou shouted at Lin Feng. She firmly believed that if Lin Feng could overcome this demonic will, when he truly awakened, it would be another transformation—a transformation of will, a transformation surpassing himself.
"Overcome the demon?" Lin Feng murmured to himself, his fists clenched tightly, emitting a cracking sound. The Snow Linglong let out a low, muffled sound, hopping slightly, scratching at his face. Her lively, sparkling eyes held a smile so pure and brilliant, as if trying to melt Lin Feng's heart.
PS: Ninth chapter. No movement on flowers or tips. Asking for support. Brother cmx3288, you've also become a sect leader now.
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