Chapter 25
The clear night sky suddenly darkened.
Lu Changtian looked up and saw a mass of dark clouds rising from the mountains, obscuring the moonlight, racing westward at an alarming speed.
Within those clouds swirled a crimson demonic aura, a chilling pressure that could be felt even from a distance.
“It’s a demon cultivator!”
“What terrifying demonic energy!”
“Quick, notify the sect!” Lu Changtian’s face turned pale, completely devoid of the earlier smugness.
The demonic energy had already taken the form of clouds; their opponent was at least an ancient monster.
Encountering such an old monster, what chance did they, mere Golden Core stage cultivators, have? It would be tantamount to seeking death!
The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall beside Lu Changtian fumbled to take out a communication jade slip, but just as they were about to activate it, they found themselves unable to move!
“Jie jie jie, little brats, you can’t just send messages at will.”
A sinister laugh echoed from behind.
Lu Changtian’s heart sank as he realized the dark clouds in the sky had vanished.
The demon cultivator had somehow appeared right behind them.
The demonic mist engulfed the disciple from the Law Enforcement Hall, swallowing him whole without a sound, crushing the jade slip into fragments along with him.
“I have urgent matters today and no time to deal with you, so here’s a little toy for you to play with~ jie jie~”
As the demonic energy gradually dissipated, the demon cultivator had already killed a disciple of Qingyun Sect at the Foundation Establishment stage without even revealing himself, leaving behind only a grotesque corpse.
“He—he’s gone?”
“Zhang Shidi, Zhang Shidi?”
“Ugh, stop calling! He’s dead! We need to hurry back to the sect and report!”
There was only one communication jade slip, and with a major demon cultivator appearing in Wanquanshan, it was no longer safe for disciples of their combat level to continue the mission. They needed the sect to send more elite disciples or even elders to handle the situation.
One disciple stepped forward, ready to collect the body of the unfortunate Zhang Shidi.
“Don’t go over there! Come back!”
Lu Changtian, fixated on the corpse, sensed something was off and hurriedly warned, but it was too late.
Suddenly, the seemingly lifeless Zhang Shidi sprouted red fur all over, and in an instant, he sprang up from the ground, pouncing on the disciple with the speed of a cheetah, his gaping maw revealing two sets of sharp fangs as he lunged for the disciple’s neck.
Pffft—!
A Foundation Establishment disciple’s neck was bitten clean through, flesh and blood gushing forth.
The sudden scene left the surrounding disciples frozen in shock, unsure of what to do.
Meanwhile, the bloodthirsty creature grew even more frenzied.
“This is a Mao Jiang!” Lu Changtian drew his flying sword, his expression grave, and quickly instructed the other disciples, “Form a formation quickly! This enemy is tricky; if we don’t kill it, none of us will escape!”
Looking at the grotesque Mao Jiang, a chill ran down his spine.
The demon cultivator could easily transform a corpse into a creature equivalent to a peak Foundation Establishment stage.
What kind of formidable figure was this demon cultivator?
…
…
In a small house at the foot of the mountain—
“The elixir given to me by the senior must be more than just precious…” Li Qingran was stunned as she focused on her dantian.
Before her, a new dantian was forming, shrouded in golden light, unlike any dantian she had ever known. As it neared completion, a spinning golden lotus platform appeared before her eyes.
“This—this is my new dantian?!”
The lotus-shaped dantian radiated a misty azure light, each petal clearly visible, even inscribed with profound scriptures of the Dao.
What kind of dantian was this?
Unheard of, unseen.
But Li Qingran knew this dantian was extraordinary.
She often visited the Scripture Pavilion to browse through materials.
While the first floor of the pavilion didn’t have any powerful techniques, it contained many historical accounts of the Cangyun Realm, most of which were stories recorded by cultivators. These tales might not enhance combat power but broadened one’s horizons.
In ancient times, sects valued not just spiritual roots but the quality of the dantian.
Back then, dantians had ranks.
A first-grade dantian was the pinnacle among innate dantians, but there were even legendary dantians above that.
However, no cultivator had ever been born with a legendary dantian.
Only those exceptional prodigies with first-grade dantians could, through various precious resources, have a slim chance of obtaining the fabled legendary dantian.
Li Qingran had never seen what a legendary dantian looked like.
But she had a vague premonition.
Her dantian now was legendary!
“What kind of incredible elixir did the senior give me…” Li Qingran opened her eyes, gazing at the small house filled with blooming golden lotuses, feeling lost and on the verge of tears. She could never repay the favor of restoring her dantian, and now the senior had not only restored it but also gifted her such a tremendous opportunity.
“Jie jie, indeed a legendary dantian! My chance has come!”
Suddenly, an old, maniacal laugh echoed from outside the small house.
Li Qingran looked out the window and saw a dark cloud hovering in the sky, swirling with demonic energy, within which was a vague figure.
“It’s a demon cultivator!”
The newcomer was not to be trifled with, and his strength was formidable.
“Senior, there’s a demon sect cultivator coming!”
In a moment of panic, Li Qingran didn’t even think about whether her senior was stronger than this demon cultivator; she simply picked up a broken sword and fixed her gaze on the window.
“Jie jie jie!” The demon cultivator had heard Li Qingran’s voice and laughed maniacally, “I am Ye Futian, the ancestor of the Tianmo Sect! Today, none of you will escape; obediently become the foundation for my ascension to the Dao!”
“Don’t be so arrogant!”
Li Qingran’s eyes narrowed as she prepared to rise with the broken sword.
But a gentle force pushed her back down.
In a hotel room, Chen Huai’an looked at the dark clouds and the large red dot on the map, a wicked smile creeping across his face as he took out a communication talisman and pressed it down: “Girl, step back, cover yourself with the blanket; I’m about to show off!”
And what Li Qingran heard was:
“Don’t worry, mere ants…
I can kill at will!”
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Chapter 26: 188 Directly Annihilated, What’s There to Say?
【You can freely manipulate formations and talismans】
The moment Chen Huai’an saw this prompt, the smile on his face twisted into something sinister.
As a pay-to-win player, wasn’t the whole point to crush the BOSS effortlessly?
“Thunderfire Incineration Formation, no need to hide, let’s get this party started!”
In the Cangyun Realm.
A loud proclamation echoed above the small house:
“Thunderfire Incineration Formation, activate!”
Buzz—!
“What is this?!” From Ye Futian’s perspective, the ground within a hundred miles of the small house was covered in flowing purple runes, with thunder and flames erupting from the formation, weaving into a large circle that enclosed him and the small house.
A sense of threat surged in his heart, though not overwhelmingly strong.
Ye Futian was a very cautious person; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been pursued by righteous cultivators for so many years, escaping serious injuries countless times yet still brazenly roaming about today. Any other demon cultivator would have been torn to shreds by now.
In the past, he would have fled at the slightest hint of danger.
But today was different.
The temptation before him was simply too great.
A legendary dantian!
If he could obtain this body, what was the bottleneck that had plagued him for years? Even if he had to disperse his cultivation and start over, he would consider it worth it! The spiritual energy in the Cangyun Realm was dwindling, and mere heavenly materials and earthly treasures were no longer enough to bring about a qualitative leap.
Fortune favors the bold.
Today, even if all the elders of Qingyun Sect were present, he would still take the risk!
“Hmph! You think a mere formation can stop me?”
Ye Futian’s body was hidden within the demonic energy, his figure unseen, only his voice audible. The demonic energy surged, and a blood-red demonic hand emerged from the mist, slamming down onto the roof of the small house with the weight of a mountain, sending dust and debris flying, while the plants bowed low. Inside the small house, Li Qingran felt a chilling dread wash over her, making it hard to breathe.
Bang—!
The demonic hand struck the formation, causing the runes to flicker for a moment, but it showed no signs of breaking.
“What the hell?!” Chen Huai’an, staring at his phone, was taken aback.
He was still figuring out how to activate the formation!
In the blink of an eye, the BOSS’s attack had already come crashing down.
That old man had no sense of martial ethics!
“Then let’s feed you a few celestial-grade Thunderfire Talismans first!”
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