Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 831

Chapter 831: Someone Got The Inheritance? [News About Her Master]
Shen Xian flew into the sky, exuding an air of regality and a commanding presence. He surveyed all beings within the Abyssal Throne Ruin from his lofty perch.

It was then that he detected a familiar aura emanating from a nearby direction, prompting him to swiftly vanish and pursue it.

“Wait for me, A’Lei. I’m on my way,” he vowed.

His sudden manifestation startled the demonic entities around him. Unlike his mother, who preferred to veil her essence and identity, Shen Xian chose to be open and direct this time. He found no need for subterfuge or combat against the formidable demons surrounding him.

Once he departed, two more figures emerged. One was Yao, and beside him stood a woman.

His mission was to safeguard Tai Hua Lei. Once Tai Hua Lei plunged into the depths of abyssal, it was too late for Yao to intervene, leaving him no choice but to report this to His Majesty while he embarked on his own descent into the Abyssal Throne Ruin.

The journey was arduous. The Abyssal Throne Ruin was dominated by the influence of Shen Anshuang.

Any intruder would need to face consequences—this territory was intricately designed by her to remain detached from the outside world.

Yao spent over a year in futile search for Tai Hua Lei’s whereabouts.

Two months prior, he encountered Xiao Meng, who pleaded for assistance. Although initially hesitant, he decided to help her, as she was one of His Majesty’s concubines and he could not ignore her plight.

Now, beside him stood Xiao Meng, appearing as an unremarkable person. She had lost all her former strength and capabilities.

With time slipping away, he couldn’t constantly shield her, so he bestowed some protective treasures upon her before vanishing from sight.

Once he disappeared, two new figures appeared: Di Xiuyu and a Demon King.

The Demon King regarded Xiao Meng’s woeful condition with a frown, while Di Xiuyu observed her pitiful state with a cold indifference.

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Unaware of the unfolding drama between mother and son, Shenlian Yingyue pressed on with her journey.

It had been a year since she last caught a glimpse of her master.

Through relentless training and resource acquisition, her strength had surged once more. Now, she stood at the late stage of True Immortal.

Such astonishing progress was rare, and she was happy of her achievements. Yet she recognized that as she ascended, breaking through to the next level grew increasingly challenging.

During her travels, she inquired with demonic beings, but no one had any information about Xiong Zi Ying.

It was only after a year that she caught wind of an intriguing story: someone had obtained the inheritance of the previous Demon Emperor and was undergoing trials of transformation and awakening.

Just as she was set to investigate, another shocking revelation reached her ears.

“I saw a man with pale pink-and-white hair, striding toward the Cave of Destruction. His aura is fearsome—he doesn’t resemble any human you could describe,” a demonic creature, three times her size, warned her in a low growl.

“I urge you to steer clear of him. His demonic aura is overwhelmingly heavy; even we, who are accustomed to the darkness of this realm, are no match for him. He has slain one of our ancestors, a being powerful enough to rival the ancient creatures, and countless demonic beings perished by his hand.” Another creature advised, genuinely concerned for her safety.

They had grown familiar with Shenlian Yingyue over the years, having witnessed her training with her companions. From adversaries to comrades, they had come to understand the strength of her spirit.

Shenlian Yingyue exchanged glances with her brother and their allies, who understood her intentions without words.

“Can you guide us there?” Shenlian Yingyue asked, offering them a handful of spiritual herbs known to calm the bloodlust and rage in demonic creatures when their tempers flared.

The demonic beings debated but ultimately accepted the offer, nodding and leading the way.

A day later, the creatures vanished the moment they arrived at their destination.

The Cave of Destruction loomed before them, cloaked in a sinister purple mist that glinted ominously. Those who ventured too close found their eyes misting over in crimson and their skin reddening as though set ablaze.

Fortunately, Shenlian Yinzhu had come prepared for the worst. He distributed pills to each member of the group, designed to quell the itch and irritation caused by the toxic mist. Spiritual shields offered little protection against the malevolent glow.

“My master, Immortal Congzhu, recorded notes about his unexpected plunge into a domain once ruled by demons. He encountered this very mist and subsequently crafted a pill to counter its effects,” Shenlian Yinzhu explained, looking particularly proud in his sister’s eyes.

“Brother, you’ve worked so hard. Thank you,” she expressed with genuine gratitude for his presence and support.

“As long as I can aid you, Yue’er,” he said, affectionately ruffling her hair.

He withheld the countless failures he endured when concocting that antidote, where each attempt nearly cost him his life during explosive mishaps. With her journey into the Demon Realm in mind, he ensured she had every comfort.

“Master, when we reach him, stay close behind us. Keep your excitement in check when you see your master,” Zhiyi advised her cautiously.

“Understood, husband,” she replied with a serious nod.

Zhiyi’s cheeks flushed gently, resembling a blooming peach, and he cleared his throat as he led the charge ahead.

Mr. Potato rolled his eyes, finding it amusing that Zhiyi acted so bashful, despite his boldness in other matters such as ‘in bed’.

The others exchanged glances, some gritting their teeth with envy.

“A certain someone seems a bit jealous. Master, can you feel that fiery sensation in your chest?” Xiao Qiu teased.

“Xiao Li, Xiao Long! Xiao Qiu claims you’re overweight,” Jun Mu Yang said to the two adorable creatures flitting around Shenlian Yingyue.

“What did you just say? You fat White Dragon, how dare you!” Xiao Li and Lu Long growled, suddenly defensive.

They lunged toward Xiao Qiu, who was utterly shocked by Jun Mu Yang’s sly grin.

People often warned of the wrath of a jilted husband. Xiao Qiu never expected his gentle and kind master to harbor such a wicked streak when it came to his beloved.

Before long, Xiao Qiu found himself on the receiving end of fluffy paws, his face turning shades of purple as laughter erupted around them.

Shenlian Yingyue and her comrades couldn’t help but chuckle, observing the playful skirmish. They knew that deep down, Xiao Li and Lu Long meant no harm as they exchanged soft swats, and Xiao Qiu was merely playing for sympathy from the others.