Shen Yi?

Even this golden body was connected to that boy?

Perfected Master Qingfeng's mouth fell slightly open.

Then he watched the Prison Dharma Form stride off into the distance, bearing the demon's corpse with it.

"Tch. Still that same foul temper."

Miao Qinghui shook her head. She recalled that at their last meeting the thing had been just as cold — as though only that young man's words could draw any reaction from it at all.

"Senior Sister, is this Great Qian's golden body?"

Qingfeng finally caught on to something, though it still struck him as not quite right.

If Great Qian possessed an expert of this order—

then when Qingqiu had come to their door to bully them, why had they relied on Shen Yi to fight the fox pack alone?

"I don't know. If you ask me, it looks more like Shen Yi's golden body."

Miao Qinghui grumbled the remark. She knew, of course, that such a thing was impossible — but this dharma form's temperament truly was rather absurd, like a tool with no thought of its own at all, and it even tolerated that boy standing on its shoulder. Where was the pride of a late-stage Spirit-Transformation cultivator in that?

"Then I think I know why it's been so savage."

Qingfeng's face dimmed somewhat. "Something's happened to Shen Yi. His Dark-Tail Spear was seized by a newly risen demon emperor. I'd guess the odds are grim. This senior is probably watching for a chance at revenge."

At these words, Miao Qinghui's expression shifted. "What kind of joke is that? What demon emperor could possibly touch him?"

The man had slain a late-stage Spirit-Transformation cultivator of Xuanguang Cave using only one hand.

Unless he'd blundered headfirst into one of the Ten Great Demon Emperors' cave estates.

"He... he's really that formidable?"

Seeing his senior sister's astonished expression, Qingfeng blanked again.

Then, as though recalling something, he shrieked, "My holy founding ancestor! This is bad! That demon emperor is fighting my senior brothers right now!"

"You lot!"

Miao Qinghui could have slapped these little wretches dead on…