Chapter 941: Chapter 941

A trace of guilt flickered in Nanli’s eyes.

She said, "It was my fault. I thought he was just a spy."

After all, she had previously assessed Shanxun’s injuries and believed she understood the limits of his strength. Yet, Shanxun’s ability to conceal his true power and evade her detection had truly surprised her.

Chu Yang then revealed Shanxun’s true identity.

Nanli was even more shocked. She instinctively glanced at Siheng, murmuring, "So it’s true... there really are Asura Clan members who’ve removed their Demon Bone. No wonder he could hide so deeply."

Moreover, from what Shanxun had just said, it was clear that he already knew about Siheng’s origins.

Meanwhile, cries for help rang out.

Yun Yubai called urgently, "A’Li, my mother’s fragment of the Demon Soul was absorbed into the Golden Bowl! Now that it’s shattered, where is she?"

Ximen Chuan groaned, "Dear sister, my right shoulder bone is crushed, and I was injured by the Huoyun Palm. Ah... it hurts terribly!"

Bai Hao, struggling to stay upright, chimed in, "Respect the elders first, won’t you? I’ve broken two ribs! See me first!"

Shandu cried out desperately, "Master Nanli, they’re fine! But my master is truly dying!"

The ten other disciples echoed Shandu’s cry.

Though they were stunned by the drastic increase in Nanli and Siheng’s power, it was not the time for questions.

Nanli gently furrowed her brows and massaged her temple.

The damage was worse than she had imagined.

Siheng said, "I’ll check on Zen Master Cinian. You go see where Yun Jianchu’s soul has drifted."

As for the others, they could wait.

Nanli nodded and immediately got to work.

There were too many questions, and perhaps only Yun Jianchu could provide answers.

Siheng approached Cinian.

By now, Cinian’s breath was weak, and his life force was fading fast.

Siheng conducted a thorough check.

Just as he had feared, Cinian’s heart meridian was severely damaged.

Shandu chattered nervously, explaining everything, and finally, with reddened eyes, asked, "Venerable Master, will our master survive?"

Siheng’s expression remained calm. "It will be difficult," he replied honestly.

He formed a hand seal, channeling a thread of spiritual energy into Cinian’s heart meridian.

Cinian’s breath strengthened slightly, and his face regained a trace of color.

Shandu was overjoyed. "Master’s better now! Venerable Master, could you give him a bit more spiritual energy?"

Before Siheng could respond, the other disciples dropped to their knees, kowtowing deeply.

It wasn’t that they wanted to pressure Siheng, but they simply couldn’t bear to see their master suffer.

Siheng stood up and said, "This will only sustain his life temporarily. Whether he survives past tomorrow depends on his fate."

None of them understood.

Bai Hao asked bluntly, "So can he be saved or not? Just give it to us straight!"

Siheng replied, "I’ll have to consult ancient celestial texts. If I’m lucky and find a way, he can be saved. But you should prepare for the worst."

Perhaps A’Li might know something as well.

But for now, Cinian could still hold on a little longer.

Siheng turned his head, his gaze falling on Shanxun. The red veins covering Shanxun’s face had spread, indicating his time was also running out.

Just then, Nanli returned, carrying the fragment of Yun Jianchu’s Demon Soul.

However, having been absorbed into the Golden Bowl, Yun Jianchu had been deeply affected. She was weak and barely able to stand.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Siheng waved his sleeve and formed a spiritual formation.

At the same time, Shanxun’s mouth, which had been sealed, was finally freed.

He still muttered in disbelief, "Divine mark... you actually have a divine mark..." His eyes were filled with fear.

Yun Jianchu gathered her strength. The Demon Soul lay weakly in Nanli’s palm. She said, "What’s so strange? Didn’t Yining also have one?"

But then, she sensed the shift in Siheng’s power.

Her eyes widened in astonishment. "Wait, you’ve reached the Celestial Sovereign realm?! How did you get so powerful in such a short time? Amazing! I heard that the divine mark is the symbol of a true immortal, recognized by the Heavenly Dao. It makes you far stronger than those without it."

Back in the golden age of the Immortal World, she’d met many immortals without a divine mark.

Yining once said that such individuals hadn’t ascended through proper cultivation, so the Heavenly Dao rejected them. They were often looked down upon by those with a divine mark.

But Shanxun wasn’t listening.

He was lost in his own mind, struggling to understand.

"You have a divine mark... Impossible! You had a Demon Bone..."

"No, no! You can’t have a Demon Bone! You’re not from the Asura Clan... You’re not...!"

Yun Jianchu blinked, confused.

What was he rambling about?

Before she could make sense of it, Siheng stepped forward and said calmly, "My Demon Bone is still within me."

Shanxun jerked his head up, his pupils contracting.

He trembled uncontrollably, his lips quivering until he finally forced out two words:

Yun Jianchu reacted instantly. "WHAT?! What do you mean your Demon Bone is still within you?!"

Nanli winced—Yun Jianchu’s voice nearly pierced her eardrums.

Fortunately, Siheng’s formation blocked out the sound and cloaked the scene from outside eyes.

Yun Jianchu, ignoring her weakness, floated closer to Siheng, inspecting him carefully.

But with the formation in place, she couldn’t see anything clearly.

She considered the unthinkable—should she risk invading Siheng’s body to find the truth?

Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through the formation, carrying thick waves of demonic energy.

Yun Jianchu instinctively absorbed it, strengthening her Demon Soul.

"Incredible! Where’s this powerful demonic energy coming from?!"

She drew even closer—just in time to witness Siheng opening his eyes.

The Asura Totem glowing.

Demonic energy spiraling around him.

He stood tall in his black robes, his cold beauty demonic and mesmerizing.

No color in the world could compare.

Yun Jianchu doubted her own eyes.

Terrified, she staggered back.

Siheng... he wasn’t just someone with a Demon Bone.

He carried the purest Asura bloodline!

Oh no... after all this time... was he her relative?!

Shanxun was equally stunned.

Seeing those cold, indifferent purple eyes and sensing that overwhelming aura, Shanxun’s heart filled with admiration.

He wanted to kneel and salute.

But with his broken body, all he could do was tremble.

With ragged breaths, he shouted in excitement:

"Greetings... greetings, Young Master!

Greetings, Young Master!

Greetings, Young Master!!"

Yun Jianchu felt her heart freeze.

When Shanxun greeted her and her son, he’d never shown such reverence.

But of course—among the Asura Clan, bloodlines were everything.

She possessed a lowly bloodline, and her son lacked purple eyes. No wonder Shanxun had looked down on them.

Siheng, now composed, withdrew his demonic aura.

Looking down upon Shanxun, he said coldly,

"In the North Wilderness, I accidentally absorbed the Power of Chaos and discovered my Demon Bone.

Shanxun, you knew my true identity all along, didn’t you?"