Spy of the Demon Clan

In just a few breaths.

The small courtyard was filled with figures. Island Master Shi Tianchuan stood rigid with tension, while the other major powerhouses and the three senior sea clansmen stood among them in stunned reverence. None dared utter a word.

As they watched Yi Feng cradling the lifeless body of a woman, they could all sense the overwhelming fury radiating from him—a rage so intense it sent tremors through the hearts of everyone present.

Only when Yi Feng finally spoke did the silence break.

"Where is Lu Caiwei?"

Shi Tianchuan jolted in fright and hurriedly stepped forward, clasping his fists.

"Reporting to you, sir."

"I have dispatched people to search, but Lu Caiwei remains missing."

His voice trembling, Shi Tianchuan ventured a cautious question.

"Sir, if... if I may be so bold to ask, why are you seeking Lu Caiwei? Could she be connected to the death of the Lu family's eldest daughter...?"

Having ruled Black Island for years, Shi Tianchuan was sharp-minded. Even without knowing the full truth, he could piece together clues with a single glance.

The others present were no fools either, their eyes flickering with shock and suspicion.

Under the weight of their uneasy gazes, Yi Feng finally lifted his eyes.

"Correct."

"Lu Shuyao’s death is undeniably tied to Lu Caiwei. That woman colluded with the Demon Race, plotting against me. Lu Shuyao rushed to warn me of this, only to meet her end!"

His cold words echoed, sending a wave of horrified gasps through the crowd.

The Demon Race?!

That terrifying force, hidden for countless millennia, had actually resurfaced!

Even more shocking—

Lu Caiwei, the Fourth Holy Maiden of Black Island, was involved with the Demon Race!

This revelation defied all expectations. Even among these gathered elites—many of whom were renowned powerhouses, including ancient beings like the Crab Emperor—none could remain composed.

The dozens of high-ranking figures exchanged stunned glances, their faces paling.

Had anyone else made such a claim, they might have dismissed it as absurd.

After all—

The Demon Race’s existence was scarcely known, their actions shrouded in mystery. Few in the world had ever witnessed them firsthand, at most encountering mere traces of demonic creatures.

For a Holy Maiden of Black Island to be a puppet of the Demon Race was beyond belief.

But when Yi Feng spoke, his words carried undeniable authority.

This man—

His cultivation and insight were peerless. As the great benefactor of the Seventy-Two Islands, he would never speak carelessly. Moreover, with Lu Shuyao’s death as evidence, even if the truth was hard to accept, there could be no significant error.

The three sea clan leaders, in particular, harbored not a shred of doubt.

Unlike the others, they understood the terrifying depths of Yi Feng’s power. This lord would never act or speak without cause—a mere Holy Maiden of Black Island was beneath his notice, let alone deserving of his slander.

Almost instantly—

Led by Shi Tianchuan, the shaken crowd bowed in unison.

"Sir, please remain calm. We will personally hunt down Lu Caiwei and bring this Demon Race spy to justice!"

Whoosh!

Dozens of figures clasped their fists and withdrew, transforming into streaks of light that scattered across the island.

In moments—

The Black Island, once lulled by the scent of wine, was thrown into chaos. Flames and shooting stars lit up the night sky as countless figures darted through the air, combing every corner of the island.

Yi Feng paid no heed to the commotion.

The courtyard remained eerily tranquil, as if severed from the world.

Feeling Lu Shuyao’s body grow colder, he could only accept the cruel reality.

After a few silent breaths, he turned to Lu Xinlan with a question.

"Miss Xinlan."

"Does your Treasure Pavilion possess any artifacts capable of preserving a body? I wish to place Lu Shuyao within one for temporary interment."

No matter what, Lu Shuyao had died because of him. Even in her final moments, she had urgently delivered a message. Yi Feng couldn't simply stand by and do nothing. Compensation was already too late—the only recourse was to wait until he achieved immortality in the future, revive Lu Shuyao, and then settle accounts.

If they buried her in a tomb now, her body would likely not be preserved. The only way to keep this hope alive was to store her remains in a treasure.

Lu Xinlan knew nothing of this.

But when Yi Feng asked, she answered truthfully.

"Reporting to you, sir."

"Our Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion possesses a ten-thousand-year ice coffin. I will take you there immediately."

......

Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion.

Ancestral Mausoleum in the back mountains.

At Yi Feng's request, Lu Shuyao's body was temporarily placed inside, preserved within the ten-thousand-year ice coffin, keeping the hope of her future revival alive. Outsiders didn't know the full story, but they were still moved by this act of loyalty.

Beside the ice coffin.

Lu Xinlan's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, filled with emotion.

"Who would have thought... after all our rivalry, she would be the first to rest in a coffin. To return to the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion in this manner—I imagine she would find some comfort in it."

As she spoke, Lu Xinlan bowed gracefully.

"Thank you, sir, for making this possible."

Yi Feng waved his hand slightly but said nothing in response.

What did loyalty matter when someone was already dead? This was merely a desperate measure to preserve hope. If he wanted to bring peace to Lu Shuyao's spirit, he would have to do something concrete—like catching her killer.

Those damned demons—they had made him carry the weight of a life!

This debt, he would remember!

A cold glint flashed in Yi Feng's eyes as he strode out steadily.

By the time he emerged outside the mausoleum.

Shi Tianchuan and the others, who had been waiting respectfully, immediately bowed, their faces filled with shame.

"Sir, please forgive us..."

"We are incompetent. We searched the entire Black Island, scoured every corner within ten thousand miles, yet we still couldn't find Lu Caiwei. I failed in my oversight first, and now I've failed to capture the culprit. Please punish us as you see fit!"

Seeing his friends bowing in guilt, Yi Feng could only sigh and wave his hand.

"Enough."

He had already anticipated this outcome.

Since Lu Caiwei had colluded with the demons and hidden on Black Island for so long without being discovered, she must have had plenty of tricks up her sleeve. There was no way she would be found so easily.

Noticing that the others still wore expressions of guilt and seemed about to speak again.

Yi Feng cut in first.

"Leave this matter to me. I'll handle the search myself."

From Cloud Star to Mist Star, Yi Feng had encountered many so-called powerhouses, but the demons were always the ones with the most fearsome reputation—enough to make people tremble at the mere mention of them.

Such terrifying beings were not easy to deal with, let alone a demon lurking in Black Island like a treacherous snake.

What if...

Someone else died because of this? Yi Feng would only blame himself even more.

To prevent further accidents, he decided to take matters into his own hands. For one, this was primarily his responsibility. And two—he wanted to see that damned demon again!

It wasn’t like he was afraid of death anyway!

And it seemed the demon was coming for him specifically.

When it came to hunting demons, no one was more suited for the job than him!

Seeing Yi Feng's resolute expression.

The others swallowed their words, even if they wanted to speak.

After all.

If Sir Yi Feng had spoken, who would dare oppose him? Besides, with their limited cultivation and experience, they would probably just get in the way.

Amidst the bowed heads filled with guilt and helplessness, Lu Xinlan still couldn't shake her worry.

After hesitating for a few breaths, she finally bowed to Yi Feng.

"Sir, please be careful. If there is any way I can be of service, I would gladly give my life for it."

It seemed...

After the passing of Lu Shuyao, she had grown even more protective of those around her. Despite knowing Yi Feng's profound cultivation, she couldn't shake her unease, wary of the demonic race.

After all, the demonic race had been the eternal enemy of all living beings for countless millennia—a terrifying force said to have once ruled the cosmos. Even if they were merely resurgent remnants manipulating Lu Caiwei, their power surpassed that of any ordinary master.

Not even Yi Feng might stand a chance against them.

As Lu Xinlan quietly bowed in reverence, the others wore expressions of deep concern.

Only Yi Feng let out a light chuckle, his demeanor one of unshakable serenity, as if the world's troubles were beneath him.

"There’s no need to worry. I can handle this matter myself. Don’t dwell on it."

Offering reassurance, he casually asked,

"Is there anywhere nearby that’s remote and seldom visited?"

After a brief pause, Shi Tianchuan answered truthfully with a respectful bow.

"If it is your wish, Master, we shall not pry further…"

"Three thousand li to the north lies a bottomless gorge, flanked by dense spirit woods teeming with savage beasts. It’s one of the most secluded places on the island."

Yi Feng nodded at the response.

With a cupped fist and a bow, he took to the skies, soaring northward.

As they watched his solitary figure recede into the distance, an air of heroic resolve surrounded him. The gathered crowd bowed deeply in farewell, even the three great leaders of the sea clans gazing with admiration.

In that moment—

Be they human or sea folk—all engraved that ethereal, jade-like figure into their hearts.

Yi Feng was going to face the demonic race alone!