Chapter 107: Attack Next Door

“Meow!!!” After days of slumber, Snow Jade finally stirred, its fur bristling wildly.

“What’s wrong?” Jun Yang flicked out his tongue, tilting his head as he examined the plump Snow Jade in surprise. “Did something spook you?”

“Probably dislikes this demonic aura,” You Xiyue said, lifting Snow Jade onto the Dreamshadow Mushroom, which calmed it somewhat.

“Dislikes this demonic aura?” Jun Yang’s offhand question was suddenly answered by a sharp intensification of the dark energy.

That unsettling aura kept seeping in from the adjacent room, growing stronger by the moment.

“Has it taken the bait?” Jun Yang asked, astonished.

“Yes, it’s made its intentions clear. There’s no way it won’t strike now.”

Suddenly, Bai Yanchang’s room fell into an eerie silence.

The chirping of insects, footsteps on the stairs, and voices from other rooms all vanished.

Bai Yanchang tensed to the extreme, tugging on He Miaoxue’s sleeve.

“Senior Sister He, is it... coming?”

He Miaoxue gripped her sword on the table tightly with her right hand, swallowed hard, and feigned calmness. “Be alert to your surroundings.”

“Got it!” Bai Yanchang rose, drawing his sword and listening intently.

A cold, sinister wind swept through.

This inn housed many cultivators eager to capture the demonic beast. Though none matched Jun Yang or You Xiyue in power, the creature’s boldness in attacking was remarkable.

“I wonder how this Bai managed to provoke the beast to such hatred. It seems none with the Bai surname will be spared,” Jun Yang murmured, stroking his chin and curling his tail.

You Xiyue kept her attention fixed on the neighboring room, ignoring Jun Yang’s words.

Yet, strangely, no one but them noticed the abnormality next door—not even the thickening demonic aura.

The chilling wind grew fiercer until the tightly shut windows began to tremble.

Bai Yanchang’s hand shook on his sword.

He Miaoxue stood, drawing her sword into an attack stance.

Suddenly, after a long tremble, all four windows burst open simultaneously.

At each window hung a sinister, blood-dripping head suffused with demonic energy.

Their teeth ground relentlessly, producing a grating sound that sent shivers down the spine, eyes glaring ferociously at Bai Yanchang as if ready to leap.

He Miaoxue raised her sword, formed a fire spirit seal with one hand, and swiftly struck at one of the heads.

Unexpectedly, the head neither dodged nor evaded but opened its mouth, welcoming the fire spell.

The seemingly potent fireball was wholly absorbed into the maw, even the candle flames inside the room were sucked in.

Darkness enveloped the room instantly, intensifying the terror.

He Miaoxue wasn’t foolish; such darkness hindered their combat. With a flick of her sword, she quickly reignited the candles.

Black demonic energy oozed from the eyes of the four heads as they charged inside toward Bai Yanchang.

He raised his sword, blocking two heads, while He Miaoxue intercepted the other two.

The heads’ skins remained unscathed; it seemed their swords held back not the heads themselves but the surrounding demonic energy.

The four heads retreated rapidly, circling the two, with demonic energy flowing down, thickening the room’s eerie atmosphere.

Exchanging glances, Bai Yanchang and He Miaoxue’s eyes hardened. Bai Yanchang’s fear ebbed; fear was useless now—survival was paramount.

Back-to-back, they formed spirit seals and launched rapid attacks at the heads.

The heads merely dodged ceaselessly, showing no sign of counterattack, their movements growing swifter.

As He Miaoxue momentarily glanced at Bai Yanchang, one head darted past her, biting at Bai Yanchang’s leg.

“Ah!” he cried out in pain, stabbing at the biting head.

The bite exposed bone.

Blood gushed from Bai Yanchang’s leg, fueling the heads’ ferocity.

Enraged, He Miaoxue swung her sword fiercely at the heads but to no avail.

She was already breathless.

After being bitten, Bai Yanchang’s movements slowed dangerously.

“Little ancestor, should I go help? Seems things next door aren’t good.”

“Yeah, you go.”

“Alright.”

Jun Yang vanished in a white mist, appearing in the adjoining room instantly.

No wonder no one noticed the commotion—there was a soundproof array in place. Though not advanced, it isolated the noise from the rest of the inn, ineffective only against Jun Yang and You Xiyue.

Jun Yang’s Ancient Azure Dragon Sword flew from his hand, piercing straight toward the head about to bite Bai Yanchang’s arm.

“Roar...”

The head let out a roar, attempting to retreat but unable to escape the sword’s unyielding gaze.

Lightning crackled relentlessly against the head, its roar fading as the demonic energy thinned. Its skin shriveled, lifeless.

The other heads lost their arrogance, retreating toward the windows to flee.

Jun Yang refused to let them escape, lunging forward with two lightning spells, striking one head while the other barely evaded.

Just as Jun Yang prepared another attack, the demonic energy withdrew entirely, and the heads fell to the floor.

The noise finally drew other cultivators rushing over.

Members of the Lingyin Sect arrived first, flinging open the door and screaming at the sight.

“What... what’s going on? Senior Sister He? Senior Brother Bai?” Li Silin stammered, eyes falling on Bai Yanchang’s leg. “Senior Brother Bai! Your leg!”

Bai Yanchang suddenly slumped helplessly.

The doorway became a hub of commotion.

“Was this... a demonic creature’s attack?”

Jun Yang cast a cold glance at the slumped He Miaoxue and strode toward the exit.

He Miaoxue straightened and followed a few steps. “Thank you.”

Jun Yang ignored her and returned directly to his room.

No need to force strength when lacking it—it only harms both parties. Without him and the little ancestor here today, both might have become one of those heads.

Upon returning, Jun Yang found You Xiyue missing, only Snow Jade remained, still lying on the Dreamshadow Mushroom.

“Where’s the little ancestor?”

Jun Yang poked Snow Jade’s head.

Snow Jade lifted its head, glancing toward the south-facing window.

Jun Yang followed its gaze and leapt out the open window.

He tracked You Xiyue’s faint trail for over ten miles, stopping before a courtyard.

There stood You Xiyue inside.

Facing her was a stranger Jun Yang had never seen before.