Showing One's True Colors

By the edge of a deep valley forest.

Yi Feng leisurely roasted wild game, as if returning to a familiar setting.

Though he had waited for two whole days without any sign of the woman named Lu Caiwei, he wasn’t the least bit anxious, simply enjoying the carefree life of a recluse.

It had to be said—wild game was truly delicious!

Tearing off a piece of roasted rabbit leg, the rich aroma wafted to his nose.

"Mmm…"

Taking a hearty bite, the exquisite flavor filled his mouth, and with a swig of wine from his gourd, it was nothing short of heavenly bliss!

Eating and drinking at his leisure, Yi Feng wore an expression of pure contentment.

At this moment, he had cast aside all worries, immersing himself in this tranquil time, his mind becoming utterly at ease.

Though he appeared lazy and indifferent, he had already thought everything through.

Since the other party was a puppet of the demonic forces and sought to possess him, they would inevitably come for him. All he had to do was wait here alone—no wasted effort, no unnecessary trouble, and no risk of dragging others into it.

Such a brilliant plan—only a true genius could conceive it!

As for the concerns of those on the island, he couldn’t care less.

No matter how formidable that demon was, even if it succeeded in possessing him and destroying his soul, Yi Feng would be overjoyed!

In his quest for death, he had truly gone all out.

Had he known the demonic forces harbored such intentions, he would have delivered himself to them long ago—express shipping included!

If he died by possession, he would immediately achieve immortality, freeing himself from the cursed system’s tasks while also reviving Lu Shuyao. Who knows? He might even become an envoy of resurrection, bringing back those who shouldn’t have died.

By then, with his cultivation vastly improved, dealing with a measly demon would be child’s play.

Thanks to her, the world would be a warmer place!

Yi Feng would be grateful to her.

And if she turned out to be weak?

No matter!

He’d avenge Lu Shuyao while ridding the world of a scourge—what was there to lose?

Having reasoned it all out, Yi Feng had set up camp alone by the forest. Though it might seem reckless, he had everything under control.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

With no sign of the demonic forces or any mysterious woman appearing, his mind grew even calmer, as if he had attained a newfound enlightenment.

The only issue was that after two days of wild game, he was starting to grow tired of it.

After finishing his meal, he washed his hands with fresh spring water.

Yi Feng couldn’t help but mutter,

"Are they coming or not? I can’t just wait here forever. Do the dark demons only dare strike from the shadows, lacking the courage for a direct confrontation?"

No sooner had he spoken than a sudden gust of wind rustled behind him!

"Whoosh!"

A chilling aura spread as ripples of distorted space unfurled!

A coldly beautiful woman in a black dress stepped forward with a seductive sway, her watery eyes brimming with greed as she appraised Yi Feng.

She looked at him as if he were prey—or perhaps a delicacy. Despite her enchanting beauty, there was a feral wildness lurking in her gaze.

It was unmistakably the look of a beast!

Yi Feng was momentarily stunned before frowning and asking tentatively,

"You’re Lu Caiwei?"

Lu Caiwei’s smile deepened as she glided forward like a willow in the wind.

"Hehe…"

"You truly are clever, Yi Feng. But I must wonder—why would someone as intelligent as you be foolish enough to wander out alone? Isn’t this delivering yourself to me?"

Yi Feng’s spirits lifted instantly, and he stood up with a grin.

"Exactly!"

"I’m here to deliver myself!"

Lu Caiwei’s eyes flickered in surprise—she hadn’t expected such an answer.

She had heard of the commotion on Black Island.

With her identity as a demon exposed, most would flee in terror. Yet Yi Feng had actually sought her out—was he out of his mind?

Who in their right mind would rush toward death like this?

But no matter what she thought, seeing Yi Feng standing right before her, Lu Caiwei no longer cared. Her seductive eyes gleamed with greed, certain of her victory.

This man of considerable cultivation would become her stepping stone!

"Keh keh keh…"

Lu Caiwei laughed wildly, her demeanor growing increasingly unhinged.

"Yi Feng, since you’ve come to offer your life, I won’t hold back."

Yi Feng nodded calmly, raising his hands in surrender.

"Don’t hold back! Absolutely don’t hold back!"

"I’ve waited two and a half days, practicing my mental preparation for possession. Hurry up and do it—the sooner, the better!"

Lu Caiwei’s expression darkened at his taunting words.

"Mock me all you want now!"

"Once I possess you, no amount of screaming will save you. By then, you’ll regret everything—let’s see if you can still laugh!"

In just a few steps, her slender figure began emanating a sinister black mist, as if an endless darkness was seeping from the depths of her soul!

Her once-alluring voice twisted into a grating, unnatural rasp!

"Kekeke…"

"At last, the day has come! The resurgence of our demonic race is nigh!"

As the darkness consumed most of Lu Caiwei’s form, she spread her arms, unleashing waves of demonic energy. Her true hideous nature was revealed, her feet swallowed by thick black fog!

Yi Feng’s heart raced—death was finally within reach!

After two and a half days of waiting, this demonic puppet had finally revealed her true form!

Under his eager gaze, the black mist spread rapidly, engulfing the entire forest. The very sky darkened as if night had fallen, the air turning frigid, silencing all birds and beasts.

Wherever the mist touched, no living thing could survive!

Yi Feng grew even more excited.

To encourage her to act swiftly, he feigned panic.

"What kind of power is this? It’s terrifying!"

"Could you truly possess me?!"

Lu Caiwei’s seductive form had vanished, replaced by a shadowy figure with eyes of pure darkness, cackling madly!

"Kekeke!"

"You guessed right!"

"This is the Demon Race’s Nine Revolutions Rebirth Array! It devours the spiritual energy of heaven and earth—no living being can escape it! A mere human like you, with your pitiful soul, stands no chance!"

"I will now strip away and annihilate your soul, taking your cultivation and body for my own! Consider it an honor to serve as a stepping stone for the demonic race’s revival!"

Her maniacal laughter shook the world as darkness swallowed everything.

The black mist condensed, forming intricate runes of pure malevolence, its eerie whispers like the wails of vengeful spirits.

The terrifying array seemed to drain an immense amount of energy, even weakening Lu Caiwei’s shadowy form, allowing glimpses of her original appearance and consciousness to resurface.

As the darkness thickened, a humanoid figure of black flame separated from her side.

Raising a finger, it directed the black mist to crush Yi Feng!

The greedy laughter echoed once more.

"Kekeke…"

"This gift—I shall claim it for myself!"

Lu Caiwei's eyes also filled with ferocity, her ambitious smile twisting grotesquely!

"Hahaha!"

"From this day forth, I shall stand atop the pinnacle of Misty Star!"

As the swirling black mist surged toward him like binding ropes, beginning to crawl over his body, Yi Feng found himself uncharacteristically eager, closing his eyes and adopting a posture of surrender.

Yet after several breaths of waiting...

He felt nothing unusual. Tentatively, he opened his eyes.

The sight revealed most of the black mist had already dissipated from his body, with only a few lingering tendrils fading away like wisps of smoke.

Had it begun?

Or had it ended?

Wasn't this supposed to be possession? Why was he still himself?

Yi Feng grew increasingly perplexed.

Raising his gaze, he saw the demonic shadow opposite him with eyes wide in shock.

It appeared... even more astonished than he was!