Transformation.
Grand Secretariat of the Huang Empire, he collected the papers his subordinates collected for him.
"The Demonic cult is acting up? Why at this time damn it! Furthermore, what is General Samjung doing in the South! There were Barbarian corpses seen as far as Green tea city! Damn it nothing is going well!"
The Grand Secretariat massaged his head, "How is it on the Qing side?"
"Sir, according to reports nearly eighty percent of soldiers, and at least ten percent of their available funds were wasted on opium."
The Grand Secretariat sighed, "At least those unorthodox scum can do something good. Send an envoy to the Hao clan, we need to remind them to keep their eyes on the enemy not us."
...
Great Heart Temple.
Abbot Qingzing, frowned as he led the Grand Arhats forth.
A youth in a Black robe with his hair flowing down his back faced them.
He was handsome, but his eyes had a coldness to them.
His long black sword shimmered in the gleam of blood.
Black veins stretched up his hand, and he looked in apathetic confusion.
He looked at the monks and sighed, "Seniors. It has been some time hasn't it?"
"Wu Long?"
Wu Motian laughed, "It's actually Wu Motian now."
He swept his hand, and wind swept down and the characters for his name were etched.
"Heavenly Demon? What do you mean by this?"
Wu Motian smiled, "The Heavens disappointed me, they left me with the scars of regret and fury. The only solution is to release my wrath, and then... Well anyway, I can't let anything interfere with my revenge. You are cumbersome towards my path, you are a stampede, and a necessary sacrifice for my cruel wishes. Don't fret you weren't targeted, nor were you the first. Whether is was the Martial alliance, the unorthodox factions, and even the Demonic cults. Everyone has suffered by my hands."
Three Arhats attacked his side, and he dodged.
He continued talking, "It isn't really anything much, anyway you will either get Enlightenment or not. The age and time doesn't matter. You haven't reached Nirvana just yet, hence just return to samsara and repeat."
"Shut your mouth boy!"
Wu Motian frowned, he slashed the monks chasing him, and as he guessed his right arm grew with black veins.
'What's going on? Ever since I reached inner peace, I separated with the Evil spirit and stopped all direct activities with it. Yet, more and more corruptive force is filling me.'
"Old priest! I don't need to kill all of you, just a few of the more healthy and medically efficient fellows, and the rest I can just break your bones and tear your meridians."
Wu Motian frowned at his own words.
"Wu Long! Long'er why are you doing this?!"
Abbot Qingzing shouted in rage and sorrow as his fellow brothers died!
Wu Motian asked, "Is it wrong of the oriole to eat the worm, is it wrong of the owl to catch the mouse? Is that not what you told me Abbot, as a child? So then is it wrong for a demon, to terrorize?"
His mind began to twist.
His pupils began to shrink with each kill, each word made his skin turn a faint purple.
He grunted, and fell unconscious.
...
"Where... am I?"
Wu Motian shook his head, but an intense pain made him exclaim.
He looked to his sides, and found the world bent 90°.
He suddenly trembled his body, and realized what had happened.
"My back!"
His back was completely snapped in half, if it wasn't for the incredible healing and near invulnerability to mortal damage from his Cultivation, he would have sooner died. Yet even so he needed to wait like this for a few days if nothing else was done.
He took out a small red pill from his pocket and threw it into his mouth.
He chewed it quickly and a thick force of vitality covered his bones and muscles.
As if compelled by an invisible force, his bent back peeled forth.
He coughed a few times, with small clots of blood, before moving to a pool of water luckily near to him and washing his face.
Yet he was shocked as his eyes had turned half purple and half red. Slitted like a lizards.
He touched his face which was as cold as ice.
...
"Sir! Sir Grand Secretariat!"
A voice boomed into the quiet study, where a fat man, so thick his eyes turned into thin beads.
He looked towards the door, his hand slowly lifting the bowl of rice wine to his plump lips.
His eyes blazed, and the youth wearing a green Eunuch robe hurriedly bowed.
"The secret service just intercepted a message from the Hao clan to one of their branches. Should I read it to you?"
The Grand Secretariat frowned. It was only ten days ago when he sent a letter to the Hao clan urging them to continue their practice's of selling Opium to the Qing clan, but render any notion of exchanging such vile chemicals in his land. Yet not only had he not received any response, he had instead seen small amounts of Opium travelling the border from Qing and being sold at double the price.
He originally believed that where the wind carries the scent of gold follows, merchants even in such a chaotic time were bound to act. He had even prepared to send some Soliders to teach a lesson to those he believed had done so.
He threw his hand, permitting the youth.
Yet as the words of the youth continued to escape his mouth, the Grand Secretariat began to bubble in fury. His lips turned purple, and his face a monster like apple red.
...
Meanwhile at the Tang residence, an small old man with a hunched back tossed a steel plate and said angrily, "Sever the relationship with the Hao clan! Those damn fools!"
"Grandfather, are you sure?"
Tang Qiuzi frowned.
Old Tang Sampeng nodded, "I told those fellows not to do any work with the Empire, to neglect all contact, or at least send an emissary beforehand. Now look at what has happened, the Grand Secretariat is blind in rage and set in course to our small lands. The Unorthodox faction may fill with certain experts, but the power of these Empires run deep! It is easy to provoke the Heavens, but hard to calm the Buddha. Hiss..."
Tang Qiuzi asked, "Could It be the young master of the Wu clan?"
Tang Sampeng nodded.
"At first I thought he would be as worthless as the descendants of the Huang clan barring Huang Tengfei. Yet he is just as wicked as his father and grandfather. If not could our Clan once again be humiliated by that damn clan!?"
Tang Qiuzi nodded.
She herself underestimated the playboy, and 2nd generation young master, Wu Long. Not knowing the cruelty of an old monster like Wu Motian.
He'd stab your mother just to see you squirm.
"Ah, just go comfort your aunt. If she is to learn the Wu clans success old wounds may appear. Ai, her son was robbed by the Wu clan, forcing him to kill himself to ensure his safety. Those evil fellows."
...
Wu Motian shook his hands out, they whipped like blades shaking the sticky excretion on the surface. It was black and beat like a heart, and as it splattered like a parasite, no, more akin to a cancer it binded itself to a flower and slowly began to glow. It devoured the flowers life force, and the originally small and light yellow flower suddenly turned ten feet tall, with thick sharp blades coiling around it's stem. Purple miasma slowly peeled from it's leaves, and thin crawling seeds burrowed about spurring more and more cancers.
Wherever the plants miasma and seeds went thousands of trees collapsed to dust, the earth turned weak and listless. The air turned foul, and all forms of rot began to Fester.
Thick shields of bacteria and fungi coated the ground, maggots rolled, and a death like wind swept forth.
Wu Motian frowned.
He focused his mind, ten years of his lifespan swept through his forehead.
A thin crown faintly appeared on his head.
Behind him a Golden Buddha, sat on a spinning lotus. It was accompanies by ten bowing Arhats, and white and gold flames gathered around them. It seemed as if Hell had turned holy.
"All spirits seek the unholy path of possession. Greed, and anger, borne is Jealousy and hate. All lives are benevolent and worthy, all eyes are bestowed with sight to witness the rising sun and moon. The Buddha sanctions the spirit, his hand sweeps the world, and saves all lives. The Bodhi erupts in a miracle of lights, and the lantern's slowly drift.'
The flames jumped above the Golden Buddha, and turned into a thick blue flame.
It slowly fell, it looked incredibly slow like a feather falling. Yet as fast as light.
It touched the wandering dark coils of the flower, and with each second a faint scent of sandalwood erupted.
The flowers burst in colors of red and blue, their leaves blown by a mysterious wind.
A tranquil state filled the flowers below, and trees and grass were nourished by an infinite life force.
Even Wu Motian who spat out ten years of lifespan for this Immortal spell felt the dreary feeling disappear.
Wu Motian sat down on the ground.
His eyes trembled, he pulled his inner shirt up, and on his chest rows of purple scales could be seen faintly on his skin.
His nails they were pitch black, curved like a claw.
Even his canines were longer, and faintly the taste of blood was hung in his mouth.
Parts of his black hair had turned white again, but this time is wasn't some damage to his body like before, but now it was more of a transformation.
He could even feel when he twitched and turned his muscles that near the end of his spine, a force seemed to be now under his possession.
He shook his head. He didn't understand what was happening to him now.
He punched out and confirmed this change in him was making him stronger...
He sighed before opening Omniscient sight and gazing at all sorts of golden spots. His eyes flashed and he turned into a faint wind and disappeared.