Wagers, in theory, should always involve stakes. To accept the loss is only fair and right.

Unfortunately, Feng Zikang didn't even know what they were betting on, let alone what the actual wager entailed. He quickly forced a smile.

"How could Elder Yun possibly renege on a debt? Fairy, what exactly is the stake in this bet you mention?" The Hundred Poisons Fairy threw her head back and let out a cold, hard laugh toward the heavens.

"Back then, he said that if I didn't practice the Dao and could still be alive three hundred years later, he would agree to do anything I asked of him..." As she spoke of that time, despite the dry, cold tone of the Hundred Poisons Fairy's voice, a trace of sweetness could not be concealed. Feng Zikang couldn't help but give a wry smile; this Old Man Yun gambled with such devastating recklessness.

For him, it was merely a game, yet this woman had staked her entire life on that single wager. "For the first ten years, all I thought about was winning this bet—making him marry me.

There was simply no way he could deny it..." Ten years is a long and significant period in an ordinary person's life. But for a cultivator, it might be nothing more than a fleeting moment.

Elder Yun could spend months battling a toad; what were ten years to him? "...But gradually, I realized I was growing old..." Beauty fades easily, and youth slips away swiftly—this is an undeniable truth.

Ten years ago, she was a maiden in the blush of youth; ten years later, she had slowly matured. In another decade, streaks of white would appear in her hair, and the skin of her face would show subtle slackness.

She became afraid. Every woman dreads the slow, meaningless decay of aging, while the beloved companion she waited for remained nowhere in sight.

"He isn't coming! He truly isn't coming!

He intends to cruelly make me wait three hundred years!" The rare gentleness on the Hundred Poisons Fairy's face vanished completely, leaving behind only the visage of a furious woman. "I never imagined that after three hundred years, all I'd get was this!" If Elder Yun hadn't uttered that faint admission of defeat, perhaps she would have forgotten the passage of time and continued to wait foolishly.

However, that simple acknowledgment of loss severed all her lingering hopes. "Fine!

If that is the case, I have nothing more to say! Make him honor the wager and open the entrance to the Demon Realm within the Dragon-Tiger Mountain Secret Realm, and let me enter!" "What?" Feng Zikang's expression shifted drastically.

There was an entrance to the Demon Realm inside the Dragon-Tiger Mountain Secret Realm? He knew about Secret Realms; they were places accessible only to cultivators above the Foundation Establishment stage, offering easier cultivation compared to the mundane world.

But an entrance to the Demon Realm was here? The so-called Demon Realm, unlike the residences of the Celestial Demons outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, was the dwelling place of demon lords born with innate divine abilities.

It was bizarre and wondrous, sinister and terrifying—the very source of the demonic path in this world. However, the demonic path was currently weak in the world.

The few existing entrances to the Demon Realm had been sealed by the Righteous Path, and with fewer sources for demonic energy, this was an era of great peace and prosperity. Feng Zikang's thoughts raced as he calculated the value of this piece of information.

"Since such an agreement exists, Elder Yun surely won't go back on his word. Fairy, why don't you return to the mountain with me?" His words were outwardly compliant, showing no hint of defiance.

Opening the Demon Realm entrance was too monumental an affair for a mere Elder Yun to decide. If this woman reached Dragon-Tiger Mountain and tried to cause trouble, the collective force of several Elders could swiftly eradicate her; it wouldn't come to the point where she could flaunt her power.

The Hundred Poisons Fairy hadn't anticipated his immediate agreement. She stared at him for a long moment, her gaze suddenly twisting into malice.

"Junior! Don't try to fool me!

When did you see through it?" Feng Zikang sighed, slowly taking a step back. "Fairy, your performance as a lovelorn woman was very convincing...

It might have truly deceived the innocent Elder Yun into committing an act against the whole world to open the Demon Realm entrance." "But the one standing before you..." "Is me!" The iron sword at Feng Zikang's waist instantly transformed into a streak of dark light, lifting him into the air where he hovered mid-sky. "Hah!

So what if you saw through it? I'll destroy you first, then go find that foolish old man!" The Hundred Poisons Fairy's voice suddenly became rough and coarse.

The deep, masculine tone issuing from a woman's mouth was incredibly jarring. A dark crimson fire erupted from her body, instantly incinerating her hair and robes.

Her face melted like wax, becoming featureless and utterly terrifying. Mortals who do not cultivate the Dao cannot avoid aging and death!

"No wonder you demand two virgin boys and girls during festivals. I thought you were a mere demon, but it turns out you practice the art of Sì Mó (Demon Feeding).

This technique has been lost for ages; I wonder where you learned it!" So-called techniques to retain youth are just jokes. Without the Grand Dao of cultivation, how could anything sustain youth for three hundred years?

"Nonsense! This is the method of Sì Shén (Spirit Feeding), where is the 'demon' in that?" The Hundred Poisons Fairy waved her bone staff, shooting out a dark crimson bolt of electricity.

Feng Zikang dodged easily and laughed aloud. "Look at you!

If not for the word 'demon,' what else could describe you? Even a common monster would be better looking than you!" "Courting death!" The Hundred Poisons Fairy cherished her appearance above all else.

Hearing her sore spot hit, she erupted in fury, wildly swinging her bone staff. The dark crimson light wove into an electric net, rushing toward Feng Zikang like a tidal wave.

Feng Zikang remained unhurried. He clenched his Star River Shuttle, dissolving his form, and in the next instant, reappeared beside the Hundred Poisons Fairy, delivering a sharp kick that sent her tumbling head over heels, sprawling flat on the ground with her bone staff flying far away.

"Time is fleeting. Even if you had some skills back then, you are now nothing more than rotten wood.

You still want to fight?" "Old! Hag!" The Hundred Poisons Fairy was enraged by the insult and struggled to rise, but all she heard was the creaking of her bones.

Her limbs flailed uselessly; she couldn't get up. "Those barbarians were scared off by your act, but frankly, with your cheap tricks of feigning divinity, even a few strong men could have knocked you down.

The suffering they endured all these years was truly for nothing!" At their first meeting, Feng Zikang had been momentarily taken aback by her deceptive appearance, but he was exceptionally perceptive. The wisps of demonic energy clinging to the woman had already made him suspicious.

When she spoke of that wager, a thought struck Feng Zikang, leading him to realize that this woman simply could not possess such high cultivation; everything was merely an illusion cast by mere trickery! Once he saw the truth, his careful perception revealed the source of her power: an evil art that fed demonic entities using flesh, blood, and marrow!

This was once a grand divine ability—when she was young, she could move mountains and drain seas, nothing was impossible. Unfortunately, she was already over three hundred years old; her flesh was withered, and her marrow lacked vitality.

What great demon lord could she possibly nurture now? It was nothing more than a minor trick to deceive the eyes and ears!

Feng Zikang watched her writhe on the ground, feeling disgust, and delivered another kick, sending her skidding further away. Only after hearing her pained wails and sobs did he slowly walk over to her side.

"I might spare your life... and perhaps even help you fulfill your desire to enter the Demon Realm...

I can even help you find that old man, Yun Yi." "As long as you tell me where you learned this Demon Feeding Art?" He lowered his voice, making it thick with hypnotic power.