I Have A Disciple Simulator

She led the loose cultivators of Yue Country and was defeated by the hands of the Demon Tribe Prince.

Five years after the battle at Iron Sword Pass, the Demon Race surged forth anew, incessantly invading Xia State.

The four major Demon Sects also became active again, attacking various cities, refining living beings, leading to untold suffering.

The Demon Tribe Prince, with waist-length black hair and a wicked charm, had profound cultivation.

“Your Highness, this demon’s cultivation is extremely high, already at the sixth level of the Dao Palace Realm, and he has peerless Great Demons as guards by his side. Although we are willing to die without hesitation, I’m afraid it would be futile.”

“The gap in cultivation is too vast. Alas, the intent to kill the enemy is there, but the power to turn the tide is not.”

The loose cultivators of Yue Country found themselves in a dire situation, filled with despair.

The catastrophic resurgence of the four major Demon Sects and the Demon Race left everyone in the states of Xia State fearing for their safety, with the six major sects running around, unable to guarantee timely reinforcements.

“The law of the jungle prevails, the strong are revered, so just accept your fate quietly.”

The Demon Tribe Prince stretched out his hand and a Demon Sword appeared in his grasp.

This Demon Sword emitted an overwhelming Demonic Qi, as if it could erode one’s Three Souls and Seven Spirits.

“A superior-grade Innate Spirit Treasure!”

The despair among the loose cultivators of Yue Country deepened.

A sixth-level Dao Palace Realm cultivator with a superior-grade Innate Spirit Treasure, what an insurmountable enemy!

By the Demon Tribe Prince’s side, a Void Refinement Realm peerless Great Demon watched indifferently as the Demon Tribe Prince made his move.

The Nirvana Phoenix Physique required endless life-and-death battles, repeatedly rising from the ashes, to grow increasingly stronger.

“I’m only at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Realm; it’s impossible for me to be his opponent, but I can’t just let the hundreds of thousands of souls in the city be refined by the Blood Formation…”

The Yue Country princess could see the mocking expression on the Demon Tribe Prince’s face; the opponent had not yet used his full strength.

“Die.”

With one swing of his sword, the Demon Tribe Prince sent a hundred-zhang long sword Qi slashing towards the Yue Country princess.

Two Golden Core Realm loose cultivators of Yue Country who encountered the Demon Race’s sword Qi were instantly annihilated.

The Yue Country princess desperately poured her True Qi into the three-foot longsword, trying to block the Demon Sword Qi.

However, the sword Qi was far too vast for the Yue Country princess to withstand.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flitted by, moving in an unpredictable manner, and swept the Yue Country princess away just before the Demon Sword Qi could strike.

The Demon Tribe Prince frowned.

The newcomer was quite handsome, his face brimming with integrity, dressed in a Daoist robe of an Elder from Mount Shu, with two longswords on his back and standing on a Flying Sword.

His cultivation was not as high as his own, but his movements were extremely swift.

“Who are you?”

The Yue Country princess had thought her death was inevitable, but unexpectedly, she was rescued by a man.

“I am Shen Xiaoyao, the fourth disciple of Qingyun Peak of Mount Shu, here to assist on the orders of my master.”

“Mount Shu’s Qingyun Peak?”

The Yue Country princess’s clear eyes brightened even more.

She had heard of the reputation of Mount Shu’s Qingyun Peak.

It was said that Qingyun Peak of Mount Shu was home to geniuses like clouds, with its Peak Master ranked first among the young Elders of the six sects, and all his disciples were unparalleled geniuses of the Dao Palace Realm.

Shen Xiaoyao set down the princess of Yue Country and drew the Dragon Spring Sword to confront the Demon Tribe Prince.

Although the Demon Tribe Prince was young, his cultivation was high, possessing the Ancient Phoenix Tribe bloodline just like the Demon Lord.

And by the Demon Tribe Prince’s side was a Void Refinement Realm peerless Great Demon.

But Shen Xiaoyao, full of righteousness, was undaunted.

Before descending the mountain, his master had calculated his fortune and told him that he could ‘Turn Misfortune into Fortune’ on this journey.

His master, with his divine foresight, had never been wrong in his predictions, so Shen Xiaoyao was fearless.

“Your cultivation is inferior to mine, yet you didn’t flee at the first opportunity, and you still wish to fight me?”

The Demon Tribe Prince, holding the Demon Sword, looked indifferently at the righteous Shen Xiaoyao.

Shen Xiaoyao’s aura was only about the second layer of the Dao Palace Realm. Even with his agile movements, if the prince attacked with full force, Shen Xiaoyao would undoubtedly die.

He couldn’t imagine what gave Shen Xiaoyao the courage to challenge him.

“Shen Xiaoyao, you shouldn’t have come here to seek death. The people of the Demon Tribe are too strong. I fear you are just throwing your life away…”

The Princess of Yue Country saw that Shen Xiaoyao’s cultivation was not even close to that of the Demon Tribe Prince and couldn’t help feeling pessimistic.

“How can you know defeat without trying?”

Shen Xiaoyao just chuckled, undaunted.

“You…”

“Hmph, it’s like an ant trying to stop a chariot.”

The Demon Tribe Prince didn’t waste more words. Swinging his Demon Sword with his left hand, he unleashed a terrifying sword qi enveloped in a mighty demonic qi, attacking Shen Xiaoyao and the Princess of Yue Country. The attack was so vast that Shen Xiaoyao had nowhere to escape.

With a thought from Shen Xiaoyao, a treasure flew out from within his body, as Pure Yang Qi surged into the Positive Yang Mirror!

The Positive Yang Mirror burst forth dazzling Pure Yang Divine Light, which pierced through the demonic qi.

The demonic qi, when it encountered the Pure Yang Divine Light, dissolved rapidly, like snow under the warm sun.

This beam of Pure Yang Divine Light struck the right chest of the Demon Tribe Prince, leaving a bloody hole!

Pff!

The Demon Tribe Prince’s face paled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He hadn’t expected an Elder of Mount Shu from the second layer of the Dao Palace Realm, a Pure Yang Body, to possess an Acquired Spirit Treasure like the Positive Yang Mirror, capable of amplifying the power of Pure Yang.

He had been wounded by Shen Xiaoyao, who was four realms below him!

“Prince Your Highness!”

The guards of the Demon Tribe Prince were shocked and immediately activated their Demon Race Skills, wanting to eliminate Shen Xiaoyao with a single palm strike.

“Hold on, I will kill him myself.”

The Demon Tribe Prince took a Scarlet Blood Consolidating Essence Pill, his eyes filled with ruthless spite.

As a prince of the Demon Tribe, being injured by a Mount Shu Elder who was four realms lower than himself was shameful enough. If he required his guards to intervene, it would be even more embarrassing.

“It’s a shame my cultivation isn’t strong enough. By the time the Pure Yang Divine Light reached his chest, its power had diminished greatly. Otherwise, he would have been obliterated long ago.”

Shen Xiaoyao shook his head.

The Positive Yang Mirror, an Acquired Spirit Treasure in his hands, was as powerful as an Innate Spirit Treasure, counteracting the forces of the Four Great Demon Sects and the Demon Tribe.

But to kill a Demon Tribe Prince across four realms was still too difficult.

“Die!”

The Demon Tribe Prince used all his power to channel the Demon Race Skills. The Demon Sword was wreathed in black Demon Fire, and the ensuing strike held a world-ending force as it slashed towards Shen Xiaoyao.

If Shen Xiaoyao dodged, the sword qi laced with Demon Fire would hit the civilians in the city, and hundreds, if not thousands of lives would be extinguished.

“Shen Xiaoyao…”

The Princess of Yue Country noticed that Shen Xiaoyao did not retreat; instead, he was fully powering the Positive Yang Mirror, desperately trying to fend off the Demon Tribe Prince’s attack with Pure Yang Divine Light.

However, in his raging fury, the Demon Tribe Prince’s full force was overwhelming. Shen Xiaoyao, at the second layer of the Dao Palace Realm, was not a match for the sixth layer Demon Tribe Prince. The Pure Yang Divine Light was gradually consumed by the Demon Fire.

“Break.”

Just when Shen Xiaoyao was about to be overpowered, suddenly, a golden figure appeared, breaking through the Demon Tribe Prince’s Demon Fire Sword Qi with a single stroke.

“This is… Soul Exiting Aperture! Not good, Prince Your Highness, we must retreat quickly!”

The extraordinary Great Demon guarding the Demon Tribe Prince, upon seeing the golden figure, quickly took out an Earth Escape Talisman and immediately whisked the prince away!

The true body of their savior may not have arrived yet, but with the Primordial Spirit casting sword qi, such a technique was beyond the capability of ordinary people.

“Senior?”

Shen Xiaoyao looked toward the golden figure. It was the Nameless Swordsman who, fifteen years ago, had slain an Elder of the Joyous Union Sect, saved him, and even forcibly imparted to him a Heaven Rank Swordsmanship.