The Power of the Twin Sisters of Ink and Shadow

As for why they didn't remind their two senior sisters?

What a joke. They didn't dare say a word, absolutely didn't dare.

Don't be fooled by the fact that they were all Demonic Ancestors at the Half-Immortal realm now, dominating their respective regions. With a mere stomp of their feet, countless demonic cultivators would fall to their knees begging for mercy.

But in front of their two senior sisters, especially when these two were acting up...

Whoever spoke, died.

This was no joke; it was a truth paid for in blood and tears.

Because back in the day, shortly after their Master first disappeared, these two senior sisters had gone completely mad.

Gu Changyuan had vanished suddenly without a trace.

The entire Heavenly Demon Sect, from top to bottom, was shrouded in a sense of bewilderment and unease.

And those hit the hardest were none other than these twin sisters, who had clung to their Master since childhood and practically grown up by his side.

It was a suppressed, silent madness that made everyone too terrified to approach them.

They didn't cry, didn't throw tantrums, and didn't break down. They just became more silent, colder, and even more terrifying to look at.

But they did not collapse.

Because before their Master left, he had entrusted the sect to them.

So they had to hold up the sky.

In the days that followed, Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue poured all their energy into sect affairs in an almost masochistic manner.

They managed the sect, trained disciples, and dealt with the probing and provocations of various factions in the Demonic Realm.

Step by step, they forged the Heavenly Demon Sect from a newly established infant into a formidable power that no one in the Demonic Realm could ignore.

The races of the Demonic Realm inherently possessed tendencies toward paranoia, bloodlust, and chaos.

There were already very few disciples who could pass the trials and qualify to join the sect.

And even among those who joined, there were always disciples who would violate the rules set down by their Master back then.

For the offenders, Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue's punishments were appallingly simple:

Minor offenses meant torture.

Major offenses meant death.

There was no mercy to speak of, no privileges to be negotiated.

Back then, a highly senior elder secretly treated innocent sects in the Human Realm as captive livestock to serve as blood food for his cultivation.

When the matter was exposed, he even tried to use his status and seniority to beg for mercy, claiming he had bled for the sect and achieved great merits, hoping for leniency.

Mo Yingluo merely glanced at him.

Then, she and Mo Yingyue dragged that elder to the center of the plaza and executed him publicly in front of all the sect's disciples.

The strength of the two senior sisters was another reason everyone was utterly convinced and submitted to them.

If they went crazy, even if the other eight disciples banded together, they might not be able to withstand it.

Mo Yingluo was mainly in charge of rear logistics and dispatching; most of the sect's affairs, big or small, were decided by her.

Her primary demonic art was called the Blood Contract.

This art consumed her own demonic qi to forcefully establish a master-servant blood contract with any entity whose cultivation realm was lower than hers.

Once the contract was formed, any violator would suffer a reversal of their bloodline and explode to death.

She didn't need to lift a finger to kill; she only needed a single thought.

She also possessed another demonic art: the Heavenly Net of Desires.

Using her demonic qi as a medium, she could weave an invisible, intangible, yet omnipresent net of desires.

Any living being touched by this net would have their most hidden desires, most fragile obsessions, and most terrifying memories infinitely magnified, turning into a mental torrent capable of swallowing their sanity.

In mild cases, they would lose their minds and suffer unbearable pain; in severe cases, they would be directly devoured by their own desires, reduced to walking corpses devoid of any ability to resist.

Mo Yingyue, on the other hand, leaned more towards head-on combat.

Her primary demonic art was called the Shadow Blood Twin Bodies.

She could freely switch between a physical body and a blood shadow.

In her blood shadow form, she was completely immune to physical attacks, her speed skyrocketed several times over, and she could phase through the vast majority of restrictions and formations.

In her physical form, she was immune to all mental attacks.

Her other demonic art was even more bizarre: Pain Resonance.

She could establish a pain link with any chosen target.

Once the link was established, any damage she suffered would be simultaneously transmitted to the other party with the exact same degree and intensity.

However, the most outrageous part wasn't any of these.

It was the unique linking demonic art between the two sisters: Blood Shadow Resonance.

The demonic qi within Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue could echo and mutually enhance each other under a certain profound state of resonance.

When both sides gathered their strength to attack, as the power output of one side increased, the attack intensity of the other side would increase synchronously.

And because of the other side's increase, the first side would increase again, feeding back to the other side.

Every time they used the resonance to boost their attack intensity, it would consume the demonic qi within the two women, and each boost required a certain amount of time.

The time was related to the demonic qi consumed: the more consumed, the less time required; the less consumed, the more time required.

However, with their current cultivation at the peak of the Half-Immortal realm, if they recklessly activated this linking demonic art at all costs, burning their demonic qi madly in exchange for a rapid increase in attack intensity...

The final strike they unleashed would be powerful enough to completely obliterate a Ten Thousand Demon Alliance head-on.

If given enough time to warm up, allowing their demonic qi resonance to reach its peak and stacking their attack intensity to the absolute limit...

Even if several peak Half-Immortal ancestors of top-tier demonic races made a move, they would be blown to ashes.

......

At this moment, Gu Changyuan looked at the thirteen-story tower of spirit fruits stacked in front of him, tottering yet never falling.

He then looked at his two disciples on his left and right, who appeared well-behaved on the surface but hid little schemes in their eyes, and his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

These spirit fruits... he was the one who brought them, wasn't he?

Why were they all piled up here in front of him?

Gu Changyuan sighed. With a wave of his hand, he divided the spirit fruit tower into eleven portions, ten of which accurately landed in front of each disciple.

"Everyone, have a taste."

The other eight disciples looked at the spirit fruits landing on their stone tables. Their bodies stiffened abruptly, and they instantly felt the hairs on the back of their necks stand up. They even lightened their breathing.

They looked at each other, and no one dared to make the first move.

Who didn't know that these spirit fruits were personally peeled by the two senior sisters for their Master?

Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue pouted, their gazes simultaneously turning towards Gu Changyuan, looking somewhat aggrieved.

Gu Changyuan noticed the expressions of the two girls and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He raised his hand, picked up the two best-looking spirit fruits from the pile, and with a few deft movements of his fingers, peeled off the skin before placing them into the empty plates in front of the two girls.

"Alright, eat up."

In the next second, the two girls' expressions instantly turned from cloudy to sunny. Their previous grievances were swept away, and their eyes sparkled with bright light.

"Mhm!"

This sound was a response to their Master, and equally a response to the other disciples.

Then, the two girls took the lead, picking up the spirit fruits their Master had peeled for them and popping them into their mouths, their eyes curving into happy crescents.

After that—

Mu Qinghe was the first to make a move.

Without hesitation, he picked up a spirit fruit from his plate, took a large bite, and chewed it with relish.

Among all the disciples, when it came to not being afraid of death, if he claimed second place, no one would dare claim first.

After all, one of his demonic arts was Ultimate Contract: Death Substitution—which allowed him to designate any living being, other than the direct cause of death, to suffer death in his place.

Countering this demonic art of his was neither entirely simple nor impossibly difficult. As long as there were no living creatures around him to serve as his scapegoats, the technique was rendered completely useless.

This was precisely why Mu Qinghe always kept a few living creatures by his side, no matter where he went.

Seeing Mu Qinghe take the first bite, the other disciples cast aside their hesitations, picking up the spirit fruits one after another to taste them.