CHAPTER 1887: CHAPTER 1888: SILVER DRAGON OF SOUTHERN XINJIANG

"Su, Cheng, Yu."

Each word was spoken with emphasis, causing Su Chengyu to feel immense pressure.

The Lord of Three Mountains Nine Caves, an elder of the Demon Clan from the centennial war, is the true foundation of the Demonic Path hidden in the shadows before Cui Manlou even appeared.

Currently, Su Chengyu has only interacted with a Mountain Lord from General’s Mountain, while the rest are tales of his master, Cang Qing True Master, and that demon path figure.

Combining both, anyone with such a title would have power at least at the level of a Half-step Earth Immortal.

And this is the lower threshold for the other party, so even if the person before him were a true Earth Immortal, Su Chengyu would not be surprised at all.

Fortunately, this place is a far-off region. Even an Earth Immortal cannot ignore the dense Heaven and Earth Breath nearby’s oppression. Suppressing his emotions, Su Chengyu spoke calmly.

"I’m just a nobody. I didn’t expect to attract such attention from you."

"Not a nobody. That guy rarely tells us anything. He’s a smart man, knowing that even in his position, his words don’t carry much weight. Yet, he specifically mentioned you, and three times at that."

"Cui Manlou?"

The person did not explicitly say who that guy was, but Su Chengyu instantly thought of the one who brought the Demonic Path back to the surface.

"It seems you indeed have considerable connections."

Seeing the other affirm the Cui Manlou matter, Su Chengyu immediately probed further.

"Did Cui Manlou send you? What are you Demonic Path people doing here? How did you come, and what exactly are your intentions?"

Throwing out his questions all at once, the burly black-clothed Demonic Path figure remained unperturbed. He smiled at the visibly anxious Su Chengyu.

"Relax. Meeting you here was indeed an accident. However, what we intend to do here is likely conflicting with each other. After all..."

The black-clothed Demonic Path paused, glanced around, and then slowly continued.

"Su Zhidian spent decades setting up this situation. I suppose you wouldn’t accept seeing it all go to waste, would you?"

"Are you after this realm?"

"Us? No, it was your father who started this, and we’re just helpless in the situation. Luckily, our fortune is always good. Despite Su Linyuan’s crafty prowess, his descendants ultimately can’t avoid leaving traces and footprints."

Mentioning Su Zhidian and Su Linyuan several times made Su Chengyu’s heart tremble.

He clenched his fists without responding immediately. The opponent was too calm and was acting as if he knew more than Su Chengyu did, which deterred him from responding lightly. His ignorance of what his father Su Zhidian had plotted for decades was already exposed.

But even so, the black-clothed Demonic Path seemed to have noticed something.

"From the looks of you, are you unaware of Su Zhidian’s plans?"

After the black-clothed Demonic Path spoke, Yang Junmo gave a peculiar look his way too. Although he hadn’t asked much before, he always assumed Su Chengyu was aware of everything, but apparently, that was not the case.

"Does it matter if I know or not? Do you intend to let us leave?"

"Heh, you sure have a clear mind. Honestly, this Primordial Land is one of the most concealed places in this realm. If you truly wanted to hide your location, even I couldn’t find you in the vast sea of rules. But, you’re just too arrogant."

The black-clothed Demonic Path’s gaze locked onto Su Chengyu, full of contempt and disdain. He raised his hand, and a Zen Stick instantly appeared by his side.

As the void trembled, massive ripples spread out from the black-clothed Demonic Path, enshrouding Su Chengyu and others within.

"Is that a Buddhist Sect technique?"

Yang Junmo seemed to have seen something similar and quickly identified the roots of the black-clothed Demonic Path’s technique.

Su Chengyu squinted his eyes, "The Buddhist Sect saves all beings, and yet you join the Demonic Path. Did your whole life of cultivation go to the dogs?"

Facing Su Chengyu’s inquiry, the black-clothed Demonic Path didn’t get angry but instead smiled.

"All beings possess the wisdom and virtue of Tathagata, but due to delusions and attachments, they can’t realize it. The worldly ones can’t put down their bloody knives, so I assist them to become enlightened. Naturally, all things can become Buddhas."

"Bullshit! What nonsense. Can’t put down is just can’t put down. If a person doesn’t have even a bit of obsession, can they still be called human?"

Yang Junmo suddenly spoke, as if triggered by something.

His agitated state even surprised Su Chengyu beside him.

Turning to see the surging Heavenly Dao Breath around Yang Junmo, Su Chengyu instantly understood that the black-clothed Demonic Path’s words clearly touched Yang Junmo’s Dao Heart.

To transcend by putting down what can’t be put down?

Su Chengyu smiled wryly, realizing that surpassing the path is indeed not something a regular person can touch.

"This aura, are you Yang Chengyin’s son?"

Seeing Yang Junmo suddenly react, the black-clothed Demonic Path was somewhat surprised, not because of Yang Junmo’s words, but recognizing his identity.

"What? Afraid? Although I dislike relying on my father, if something happens, do you think you will have good days ahead?"

"Heh, young man. Do you know, not even your father dared to speak to me like this. Back then, when he came to seek my help, you hadn’t even been born yet."

The black-clothed Demonic Path’s words left Yang Junmo momentarily stunned. Even Su Chengyu was immediately attracted to the content and eagerly asked further.

"What are you talking about? Yang Chengyin came to you for help? When? For what?"

As Su Chengyu pressed with excitement, the corner of the black-clothed Demonic Path’s mouth, hidden under the black robe, slightly lifted.

"Oh right, you all weren’t aware of that. No matter, since it’s this time already, there’s no harm in letting you know. Yang Chengyin’s ascension back then was orchestrated by us, and as for you... Su Chengyu, the collusion between your grandfather Su Linyuan and external clans was also set up secretly by us."

The black-clothed Demonic Path’s shocking revelations left Su Chengyu and Yang Junmo stunned. Even if they had long suspected that Yang Chengyin wasn’t a saint in past events, they didn’t expect these ties with the Demonic Path.

For Yang Junmo, the words of the black-clothed Demonic Path further stirred something incredibly hard to accept internally.

"You’re lying! My father may not be a good man, but he has his own limits!"

"Limits? A man willing to sacrifice all his relatives for himself, do you call that having limits? Let me tell you something unknown, just a few weeks ago, Yang Chengyin broke into the Demon Slayer Tower, and he’s no longer the Demon Slayer Officer!"

"You’re lying!"

Yang Junmo exclaimed, clearly unable to accept this.

Yet, the black-clothed Demonic Path, as if unheard, continued.

"He is currently in our largest hidden stronghold, in Southern Xinjiang’s Silver Dragon Creek. Oh, almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m the Cave Master of Silver Dragon Cave, Ran Xin."