Chapter 2: The Demon Saint, Motian

"Indeed, I am the Demon Saint, Motian, who is speaking to you!" Motian's voice came again.

"Demon Saint? Is that very powerful?" It's not surprising that Aoshuang asked such a naive question. Two souls merging into one body results in an unimaginable amount of information. Although Aoshuang, as the son of a major family's patriarch in Qingyun City, should have some understanding of the continent, he had only been merging memories for a short time, and the process was not yet complete.

"Is the Demon Saint powerful? Haha!" Motian, who called himself the Demon Saint, seemed to have heard a joke, and said with a slightly mocking tone: "The Demon Saint is the title given to martial artists who have reached the Saint level by cultivating demonic attributes! In my prime, a single roar could crack the earth, and a single punch could shatter the heavens! Do you think that's powerful or not? Hey, kid, are you really from this world?"

"Of course I am. A roar that cracks the earth? A punch that shatters the heavens? Sounds very powerful! By the way, if you're so powerful, how did you end up in my body?" Aoshuang, although a killer on Earth, had read some web novels. There were stories of thousand-year-old demons losing their bodies and using their souls to enter others' bodies, devouring the original souls and taking over the bodies, a process known as "soul snatching." Therefore, Aoshuang had to be cautious.

"Why am I here? I'm also thinking about this. I'm also wondering why my brothers betrayed me! I'm also wondering why my subordinates betrayed me! What's even more bizarre is why my weakened soul ended up in your body! Why! Ah!!!" Motian roared in anger.

"Phew!" Aoshuang covered his chest with his right hand, his legs involuntarily bent, and his face turned pale! In the midst of Motian's roar, Aoshuang was actually shaken to the point of spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Aoshuang said with difficulty: "Cough, cough, Senior Motian? Please calm down first. If you continue like this, my body won't be able to handle it! If that happens, we'll both be done for!"

After a moment, Motian's voice came softly: "Come in, let's talk."

"Come in? How do I come in, and where?" Aoshuang asked in surprise. This really was a demon, who was just angry a moment ago but now seemed calm.

Motian slowly said: "Although you are only a Martial Artist, there must be a reason why my soul can enter your body. Even though my soul is now very weak, a Martial Artist's mind cannot withstand my soul. You must possess some extraordinary treasure. Don't you want to see what's inside your body?"

"How do I enter?" Aoshuang also wanted to figure out what "extraordinary treasure" he had in his body.

"Focus your mind and try to enter your body with your will." Motian's tone was very calm, as if he was gradually accepting his current situation.

After hearing Motian's words, Aoshuang calmed down and focused his mind... Soon, he began to gradually feel the state of his body.

"What a wonderful feeling, I can feel the flow of my blood and my heartbeat, very clearly." Aoshuang said happily.

"Stop playing around, focus your mind on your head." Motian's tone was cold and piercing.

In a white, hazy space, Aoshuang's mind, there was a figure. A man in black, with his hands behind his back, stood there, deep and still like the sea, immovable like a mountain, exuding a powerful aura that made Aoshuang feel like a surging sea of waves.

The black figure slowly turned around, and Aoshuang felt an invisible aura around the man, from calm to surging, and then back to calm.

"Kid, what's your name? Aoshuang, right? I am Motian!" Motian's voice was still cold and merciless.

A handsome face, with sharp and cold features; deep, dark eyes, with a captivating hue; thick eyebrows, a high nose, and perfectly shaped lips, all exuding nobility and elegance. What surprised Aoshuang the most was that the man had a pair of black wings on his back, one on each side.

"Senior Motian, this is Aoshuang, greetings." Aoshuang clasped his hands and bowed slightly, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Good, even though I am now just a soul and very weak, most Martial Artists would not dare to speak in my presence." His tone carried a hint of approval, a pure elder's appreciation for a junior, but Aoshuang did not feel uncomfortable at all. Motian, the Demon Saint, had his pride.

"Kid, you're fearless like a newborn calf. By the way, Senior Motian, what exactly is in my body that allowed your soul to enter?" Aoshuang asked.

"When I entered this body, a spiritual vortex suddenly appeared in the mind, and your soul was slowly drawn into the vortex. After a while, it was slowly thrown out. At first, it was very weak, but it gradually solidified." A flash of cold light appeared in Motian's eyes as he asked coldly.

"I don't know what happened. I overworked myself during cultivation and fainted. By the way, Senior, did you notice a black pearl?" Aoshuang asked hopefully.

"Look up." Motian pointed with his right hand.

Aoshuang looked up and saw a black, pitch-black pearl in the white, hazy space. This was the very thing that had brought him to this world. Aoshuang paused and asked: "Uh, Senior, what is that black pearl?"

Motian shook his head: "I am a Demon Saint, and I have seen countless treasures, but I cannot identify this pearl. However..."

"What is it, Senior?" Aoshuang asked.

"I am a Demon Saint, and all my skills are demonic. I vaguely felt a sense of familiarity from this pearl, and the demonic aura within me was stirred. But when I tried to approach it, the pearl actually resisted me..." Motian was also helpless. If this pearl were truly a demonic treasure, it should have been easy for Motian to control it. Motian's body was a Heavenly Demon Body, and his demonic skills were highly advanced, so any demonic treasure should have easily accepted him.

"Junior, why do I feel like the pearl is calling to me?" Aoshuang said in surprise.

Aoshuang knew that he was able to come to this world thanks to this pearl, and he and the pearl would surely have some connection.

"Since you and the pearl have a connection, why don't I help you?" Motian extended his right hand, grabbed Aoshuang, then turned his palm upward, as if supporting something.

"What's happening?" Aoshuang felt his body being uncontrollably drawn toward the black pearl in the space above. Why did he say "drawn"? Because Aoshuang, like a duck out of water, was flailing in the air above his mind.

"Haha, kid, you're so funny!" Motian laughed wildly.

"Senior, what are you doing? Why am I flying?" It was said that one could fly after reaching the Heavenly Spirit Master level. Aoshuang had imagined his first flight, but he never thought his first flight would be controlled by someone else...

In a white, hazy space, a man with black wings stood there, looking up. There was a fifteen-year-old boy above him, and a black pearl above the boy. The boy was slowly approaching the black pearl.

Aoshuang felt that as he got closer to the pearl, the sense of familiarity became clearer.

When Aoshuang's right hand touched the black pearl, the white, hazy space gradually turned dark...

"This, this is..." The Demon Saint, Motian, now had a hint of panic in his voice!