Chapter 90: Chapter 73: The Immortal Dao’s [Thunder Core] Stands on High, the Blood Evil Yin Demon Cannot Emerge

In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the tavern’s main hall had fallen into a deathly silence.

Dozens of people were either burnt to charcoal or decapitated, all of them dealt with.

The thick stench of blood was suppressed by the swirling wind and snow, gradually drying and congealing.

Yang Xun first brought out the Blood Soul Mirror. He held it up, and a torrent of blood qi flowed into it like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, making its sheen all the more brilliant.

Then, he shook open the Five Yin Pouch. Its mouth opened wide and, like a great whale sucking in water, it swallowed all the corpses on the ground. A grinding sound, like metal pulverizing bone, immediately echoed from within the pouch. KRAK! KRAK! Before long, everything was completely digested.

“This will save me at least two months of sacrificial refining!”

A look of satisfaction appeared on Yang Xun’s face.

“The Five Yin Pouch has recovered about eighty percent of its power, and the Blood Soul Mirror is at about fifty percent. Ah Yi, leave that bastard alive! He’s at the Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer, so his organs and Primordial Essence are strong. He’s perfect for nourishing this Black Slaughter Lock!”

Jiang Yi casually tossed aside the Mortal Iron Longsword. Most of its blade had already been melted by the intense flames.

He glanced around at the bloody, chaotic mess on the floor. Recalling the frenzied slaughter from just moments ago, it all felt somewhat surreal.

“I never realized before what a strong killing intent you have deep down. No wonder you were able to get rid of Zhang Chao and Dong Ba in one go on Red Flame Peak.”

Yang Xun’s eyes were filled with unconcealed approval. In his view, the world was a wicked and dangerous path; it was only right to have a bit of a killer instinct.

How else could one cut through obstacles and cleave through all adversity?!

“You shameless old bastard! If I had a Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer cultivation, I’d smash your head in with a single slap!”

Zheng Qing, who had been so imperious moments before, was now slumped on the ground like a pile of mud. His limbs had been burned through by the Fire Manipulation Technique, leaving fist-sized, charred-black holes.

“Still running your mouth when you’re about to die! Look at that garbage you practice. It’s a joke!”

Yang Xun’s gaze was contemptuous. Even though Zheng Qing was at the Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer, in his eyes, he was no more than an ant, unworthy of a second glance.

“The Yin Refining Skull Technique from the Heshan Sect? The Evil Land Corpse Nourishing Technique from the Ghost King Sect? And that other one must be the Hundred Insects Blood Refining Technique from the Cyan Demon Sect, right?”

Zheng Qing was horrified. He never imagined this vicious old man could see through him with a single glance!

“Let me guess. You probably joined the Yin Puppet Sect but couldn’t stand the daily torment of the ’Insect Pit’ and ’Poison Basin’. So you secretly fled the mountain, destroyed your Body Mirror Token, and became a Tribulation Cultivator. Am I right?”

Yang Xun asked again, his eyes narrowed.

Zheng Qing looked as if he had seen a ghost. His Heart Spirit was thrown into chaos, and he prostrated on the ground, at a complete loss.

“Are you a Foundation Establishment Upper Cultivator? You can divine heavenly secrets and understand fate?!”

“Absolutely ridiculous!”

Yang Xun’s voice shook the rafters, each word landing like a hammer blow.

“With your limited perspective, you dare call yourself a ’True Demon Cultivator’ and spout nonsense about being ’unfettered’! A fool like you should be tossed into the furnace in the Quenching Room and burned to ash. It would save the world the grain you waste by living!”

A flicker of understanding passed through Jiang Yi’s eyes.

’No wonder Grandpa called these people “pigs for slaughter” raised by the Yin Puppet Sect.’

’Connecting this to what Gui Cong from Wudu Hall once mentioned about “Magic Slaves,” and cross-referencing it with Yang Xun’s words, the truth was self-evident.’

’This Zheng Qing was probably a “Magic Slave” chosen by some Elder from the Yin Puppet Sect, just waiting to be “fattened up” before being harvested and refined.’

Zheng Qing mustered his strength and yelled hoarsely:

“Wrong! Don’t even think about tricking me! I had a fortuitous encounter! The Yin Refining Skull Technique is a Qi Cultivation Fifth Grade Secret Technique from a Grand Sect Dharma Lineage!

And the Hundred Insects Blood Refining Technique is a Qi Cultivation Fourth Grade inheritance from a Branch Sect Dharma Lineage! I risked my life to get my hands on them… HAHA, you old bastard! You’re just trying to trick me into telling you the Techniques, aren’t you?”

Yang Xun, however, ignored him completely, focusing only on sacrificially refining his magical artifacts.

Jiang Yi, meanwhile, took out a “Purifying Talisman” and stuck it onto the tightly bound, large yellow ox.

Not long after, it transformed into a stark-naked He the Venerable, who collapsed on the ground, shivering uncontrollably.

“Son of a bitch! Goddamn Tribulation Cultivators!”

He the Venerable hastily covered his groin, struggled free of the ropes, and haphazardly grabbed a piece of clothing to throw on. He cursed through chattering teeth:

“I don’t know what they put in that wine. I only took half a sip and passed out. They stripped me naked and wrapped me in oxhide to turn me into a beast!”

Jiang Yi spoke in a calm voice, consoling He the Venerable:

“Don’t blame yourself, Brother He. The Beast Creation Skill is indeed hard to guard against. I’ve heard that in ancient times, the ’True Demon Cultivators’ that Patriarch Zheng spoke of roamed the Nanzhan Continent, often raising mortals like ’Two-legged Sheep’.

They used the Beast Creation Skill simply to make them easier to herd… As for the aroma of the wine and meat, there must be something more to it.”

Jiang Yi turned his head to look at Yang Xun. But before the old man could speak, Zheng Qing let out a sinister laugh.

“HAHAHA! Why not ask me? Fine, I’ll tell you. The wine is called ’Hundred Infant Red’. Heh heh, it takes a hundred portions of Dried Human Placenta steeped together to make a single vat.

Forget drinking a whole bowl; anyone below the Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer will fall into a death-like stupor from just a small sip!”

He the Venerable’s face changed drastically, turning as white as a sheet.

“I actually drank… You animal! You’re worse than a pig or a dog!”

Jiang Yi’s expression remained unchanged as he reached out to stop He the Venerable, who was about to lunge forward and hack Zheng Qing to pieces.

“What about the meat?”

“That’s ’Spirit and Body.’ I bought it from another shop. Eighty li west of here, there’s a ’Two-legged Market’ with several Spirit and Body shops. The Spirit and Body from the old is tough, chopped into ribs; from the young, it’s tender and sliced into strips; from the men, it’s sinewy and goes best with wine! HAHA! You all call yourselves Demon Cultivators, yet you get angry over eating a bit of flesh? What a shitty excuse for the Demon Dao you’re cultivating!”

He the Venerable slumped to the floor. The thought that he had been tempted by the aroma of that wine and meat churned his stomach, and he bent over and began to vomit.

“Ah Yi, you see this clearly now. This is generally the caliber of the so-called ’Ancient Demon Cultivators’ on the Nanzhan Continent today.

They all think they’ve transcended the mortal world and hold the power of life and death, but in reality, their minds have long been clouded by Tribulation Qi, and they’re just walking step by step toward their own doom.”

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Yang Xun slowly opened his eyes. The surfaces of the two Magical Artifacts in his hands now faintly glowed with abstruse, secret patterns. Clearly, the sacrificial refining had reached Perfection.

“Since ten thousand years ago, the lowest form of cultivation on the Yanfu Vast Land has been the path of the Blood Evil Yin Demon, which damages one’s life and consumes one’s essence.

If he had truly obtained a Fourth Grade inheritance and a Fifth Grade Secret Technique from some other Dharma Lineage, he would have killed me ten times over by now.

But what a pity, a real pity. What he got his hands on were outdated Dharma Lineages like the ’Heshan Sect,’ the ’Cyan Demon Sect,’ and the ’Ghost King Sect.’”

Yang Xun sneered.

“Even if he really managed to cultivate to the Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer, he wouldn’t be able to withstand my Ding Fire True Flame. At most, he’d just last a few more rounds.”

Jiang Yi was slightly stunned and quite surprised to hear this. He could detect a hint of contempt in his Grandpa’s tone for those ’Grand Sect’ and ’Branch Sect’ Dharma Lineages.

’That wasn’t the attitude a Lower Cultivator should have!’

“With the Immortal Dao’s [Thunder Core] established above, the Blood Evil Yin Demon cannot emerge! That is a phrase I heard from Elder Sui many years ago.”

Yang Xun looked up, his gaze like a torch.

“On the Yanfu Vast Land, besides the [Buddhist Dao], all other Daoist Lineages revere the [Five Elements].

No matter how powerful a Blood Evil Yin Demon is, even if their cultivation is a level higher than mine, because I cultivate the Ding Fire Dao, I can still suppress them so thoroughly they can’t even get up!”

That’s why I laughed and called him a fool for treating something so useless as a treasure!”

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