Chapter 110: Chapter 90: The Remnants of the Demon Cult,
The Coming Storm, The First Embrace
Translator: 549690339 |
Elsewhere.
Chu Xianyu sat cross-legged in the void, her robe fluttering softly, eyes closed. Cangbi in front of her transformed into an iron spike, emitting green-colored sword qi, forming a barrier that shielded her from the illusionary formation set up by the magical Daoist in the sky.
Due to her cultivation limit, her physical body could not bear too much power from the Immortal Sword.
Moreover, the divine power employed by the magical Daoist was profound and powerful. It couldn’t possibly come from a small sect or faction; it must be of significant origin.
At first, she thought the magical Daoist was from the seven gates of the Demon Path, as he exuded a violent magic power, extremely similar to the True Qi of a Demon Cultivator. But seeing the formation, she began to question this. Over the past year, she had crossed swords with quite a few Demon Cultivators and had seen most of their techniques.
The magical Daoist claimed to come from the Dao lineage, but his actions were far from it. She categorised him in the faction of the Demon Path, yet he didn’t quite fit with other common Demon Cultivators.
Setting aside her doubts, at this moment, to break through the formation, she needed to advance her current state. Only by reaching the Golden Core Stage could she defeat this magical Daoist.
She had long had the requirements to advance to the Golden Core stage. But she had chosen not to, intending to accumulate more turns. But at this juncture, she couldn’t be bothered with that.
Keep in mind, before reaching the Golden Core stage, the cultivation speed largely depends on the Spiritual Root. The Spiritual Root can transform Spiritual Qi into Magic Power. However, once the Golden Core is formed, the cultivation speed no longer depends solely on the Spiritual Root, but also on the turns of the Golden Core.
A Golden Core is the condensed aggregate form of a Cultivator’s physical and spiritual essence. The number of rotations is a direct representation of the condensed essence of the Cultivator.
First, second, and third turns are normal Golden Cores, while fourth to sixth turns are considered excellent Golden Cores. However, a Golden Core with seven or more turns is the most elite one of all.
“Golden Core, condense.”
In the void, golden light flourished, and an illustrious Golden Core phantom emerged in her Qi Sea, as if it were sculpted by the heavens, and engravings appeared on the surface of the Golden Core.
One line.
Two lines…
Bam!
just as Chu Xianyu was forging her Golden Core, the grand formation overhead exploded, dragging her attention towards it. A dragon emerged into the sky, smashing the magical Daoist into the ground in the blink of an eye.
The power was beyond her expectations and defeated the magical Daoist directly.
But right now, she didn’t have time to think, as a golden core phantom gradually rose from her Qi Sea, increasing her aura.
The power of the Golden Core steadily radiated out, forming actual energy flows.
“Seven-turn Golden Core.”
Chu Xianyu quietly murmured at the corner of her lips; her present state of accumulation could only maintain her at the seventh turn.
Although it was a seven-turn Golden Core, classified as an elite Golden Core, she was not very satisfied.
“Sword, come.”
Her empty hand lifted high, Cangbi transformed into green light and returned to her hand.
She moved towards the ground to inspect everything that had just occurred,
her spiritual sense constantly scanning.
To her surprise, she found Han Ye’s figure on the ground!
At this moment, Han Ye’s arm had transformed into a dragon, its black scales twisting beautifully. He looked formidable, his gaze icy as he slowly approached the magical Daoist.
“So, it’s the Demon Chart, Demon Chart!”
The magical Daoist in a black robe had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, facing death calmly with a glint of madness in his eyes.
“Blessings to the Demon Cult, hahaha!”
A series of hearty laughter resonated through the mountain forest.
What Demon Cult?
Which Demon Cult?
Han Ye frowned, hearing nothing of what this guy was saying.
The magical Daoist in the black robe was weak, yet his eyes shone brightly as he looked at Han Ye and smiled widely, saying:
“Master…will come looking for you!”
“Boom!”
As he finished his words, his body exploded into a cloud of blood, leaving no trace of bone or body.
Han Ye’s eyes widened as he quickly took a step forward, getting covered in blood. He wanted to press for some answers, but it was a futile effort.
“A clone, huh…”
He didn’t sense any remnant of the other’s soul or even the Nascent Soul, which should have escaped.
This meant it was only a puppet made out of his blood essence.
What kind of existence could create a clone of the Nascent Soul Realm?
Simultaneously, Han Ye felt a profound sense of mystery.
What is this Demon Cult? Could it be the Bai Tian Demon Sect?
Impossible! Didn’t the Bai Tian Demon Sect vanish a thousand years ago? While he was puzzled, the black scales on his arm rapidly faded, followed by the terrifying cold power within his body quickly dissipating.
Han Ye suddenly lost all strength and collapsed on the ground.
His entire arm paled and trembled uncontrollably, hanging dully by his side.
He didn’t know when it would recover.
It seemed that he couldn’t easily tap into the power of the Demon Chart again;
the price was too high.
Temporarily losing an arm greatly impacted his martial power.
He couldn’t help but inwardly lament.
“You…”
A crisp voice broke the silence. Han Ye quickly turned around.
He found Chu Xianyu standing behind him, her eyes full of vigilance behind her veil.
“Are you actually Han Ye?”
Hearing this, Han Ye fell into a momentary stupor.
“Miss Chu, why do you ask?”
Chu Xianyu looked at him very seriously: “Han Ye, I know him. How could he have such power? Are you some demon in disguise? Or are you possessing his body?”
Han Ye gave a wry smile, took a deep breath, and calmly said: “Miss Chu, if I were a demon, why would I have saved you?”
“If I was possessed, those demon cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage all died by my hand. Why would I not kill you now?”
Upon hearing this, Chu Xianyu found his argument somewhat reasonable.
“Are you really Han Ye? Then how did your strength become so strong all of a sudden?”
Han Ye first pointed to his own arm, then to the Cangbi in her hand, explaining: “Everyone has their own secrets, you do, and so do I.” “Speaking of which, you are the one who has truly improved. Back when we were at the Book Collection Pavilion, you were not as astute as you are now. Hearing Han Ye mentioning their experience at the Book Collection Pavilion, Chu Xianyu’s gaze softened.
However, when she heard the latter part, her face sank:
“Are you saying that I was very stupid before?
“No, no.”
Han Ye, realizing his mistake, hastily waved his hands.
“Miss Chu is intelligent and wise, I can hardly compare.
“Humph.”
Just as Han Ye was scratching his head, thinking about how to appease Chu Xianyu, a deep voice of the demon dragon came to his ears: “Kid, two powerful auras are heading towards you. They’re filled with murderous intent. If you don’t want to die, leave quickly. Given your current physical condition, you can’t use the power of the Demon Chart.” Upon this warning, Han Ye’s face slightly changed. He knew that the commotion here had attracted stronger cultivators. If they carried murderous intent, it meant they were not there to help but to capture them.
“We should leave!”
He shouted to Chu Xianyu, brought out his spiritual sword, and prepared to flee.
“What’s wrong?”
“Someone’s coming! I don’t know if it’s a companion of the demon cultivators or other cultivators, but they’re definitely targeting us.” Although Chu Xianyu didn’t know how Han Ye had sensed it beforehand, she obediently followed him, brought out her flying sword, and quickly left the place.
However, as they escaped into the distance on their flying swords,
Ripples in space started to form around them.
An expressionless figure in a Taoist robe appeared on the large cliff top.
“Bang!”
Han Ye slammed into an invisible wall, their way forward was blocked, he exclaimed in horror:
“Spatial Solidification Technique, what a terrifying Divine Power. What level of prowess is this?”
“Kid, you’re running too slow. Enter the Demon Chart, maybe you’ll still have a chance to live.” The Nether Dragon’s voice echoed again, reminding him.
At this point, Chu Xianyu also sensed the terrifying aura from afar. It was an enemy she couldn’t defeat.
She glanced at Han Ye, saw the worry on his face, and took a deep breath.
“It seems we cannot escape this tribulation.”
The elder had warned her of a disaster during this journey, but she never expected that despite being prepared, she wouldn’t be able to overcome it.
“Don’t give up, there’s still a way.”
Han Ye comforted and, with a twinkle in his eyes, he smiled and said:
“Let’s make a bet, if we survive this, you owe me a favor, and you’ll have to help me later. How about it?”
“You think you can defeat that guy?”
Chu Xianyu glanced again at the Taoist figure on the cliff and skeptically asked.
“Just agree to it.”
Chu Xianyu fell silent for a moment and then slowly said:
“Why should I owe you a favor if I survive? When I saved you before, I didn’t make you owe me.”
“Um…”
For some reason, Han Ye was speechless. He hadn’t really noticed that point before.
“If we can survive, it’ll be because my treasure worked. I think saving you twice should be enough to count as one favor.”
Chu Xianyu thought for a moment, felt that made sense, and so she agreed.
“Okay, but don’t be too unreasonable.”
Just as her words fell,
An invisible giant hand reached out from the void towards the two of them, stirring up a storm.
The strong winds caused Chu Xianyu’s veil to fly away, revealing her fair face, clear eyes, and lightly reddened lips.
“Hold on tight!”
Han Ye tightly grabbed Chu Xianyu’s small hand and held her warm, soft body close, retreating into the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll. The demon light flickered and they disappeared from their location in the blink of an eye. All that was left was the mysterious Taoist grasping at thin air.
Chapter 110: Chapter 90: The Remnants of the Demon Cult,
The Coming Storm, The First Embrace
Translator: 549690339 |
Elsewhere.
Chu Xianyu sat cross-legged in the void, her robe fluttering softly, eyes closed. Cangbi in front of her transformed into an iron spike, emitting green-colored sword qi, forming a barrier that shielded her from the illusionary formation set up by the magical Daoist in the sky.
Due to her cultivation limit, her physical body could not bear too much power from the Immortal Sword.
Moreover, the divine power employed by the magical Daoist was profound and powerful. It couldn’t possibly come from a small sect or faction; it must be of significant origin.
At first, she thought the magical Daoist was from the seven gates of the Demon Path, as he exuded a violent magic power, extremely similar to the True Qi of a Demon Cultivator. But seeing the formation, she began to question this. Over the past year, she had crossed swords with quite a few Demon Cultivators and had seen most of their techniques.
The magical Daoist claimed to come from the Dao lineage, but his actions were far from it. She categorised him in the faction of the Demon Path, yet he didn’t quite fit with other common Demon Cultivators.
Setting aside her doubts, at this moment, to break through the formation, she needed to advance her current state. Only by reaching the Golden Core Stage could she defeat this magical Daoist.
She had long had the requirements to advance to the Golden Core stage. But she had chosen not to, intending to accumulate more turns. But at this juncture, she couldn’t be bothered with that.
Keep in mind, before reaching the Golden Core stage, the cultivation speed largely depends on the Spiritual Root. The Spiritual Root can transform Spiritual Qi into Magic Power. However, once the Golden Core is formed, the cultivation speed no longer depends solely on the Spiritual Root, but also on the turns of the Golden Core.
A Golden Core is the condensed aggregate form of a Cultivator’s physical and spiritual essence. The number of rotations is a direct representation of the condensed essence of the Cultivator.
First, second, and third turns are normal Golden Cores, while fourth to sixth turns are considered excellent Golden Cores. However, a Golden Core with seven or more turns is the most elite one of all.
“Golden Core, condense.”
In the void, golden light flourished, and an illustrious Golden Core phantom emerged in her Qi Sea, as if it were sculpted by the heavens, and engravings appeared on the surface of the Golden Core.
One line.
Two lines…
Bam!
just as Chu Xianyu was forging her Golden Core, the grand formation overhead exploded, dragging her attention towards it. A dragon emerged into the sky, smashing the magical Daoist into the ground in the blink of an eye.
The power was beyond her expectations and defeated the magical Daoist directly.
But right now, she didn’t have time to think, as a golden core phantom gradually rose from her Qi Sea, increasing her aura.
The power of the Golden Core steadily radiated out, forming actual energy flows.
“Seven-turn Golden Core.”
Chu Xianyu quietly murmured at the corner of her lips; her present state of accumulation could only maintain her at the seventh turn.
Although it was a seven-turn Golden Core, classified as an elite Golden Core, she was not very satisfied.
“Sword, come.”
Her empty hand lifted high, Cangbi transformed into green light and returned to her hand.
She moved towards the ground to inspect everything that had just occurred,
her spiritual sense constantly scanning.
To her surprise, she found Han Ye’s figure on the ground!
At this moment, Han Ye’s arm had transformed into a dragon, its black scales twisting beautifully. He looked formidable, his gaze icy as he slowly approached the magical Daoist.
“So, it’s the Demon Chart, Demon Chart!”
The magical Daoist in a black robe had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, facing death calmly with a glint of madness in his eyes.
“Blessings to the Demon Cult, hahaha!”
A series of hearty laughter resonated through the mountain forest.
What Demon Cult?
Which Demon Cult?
Han Ye frowned, hearing nothing of what this guy was saying.
The magical Daoist in the black robe was weak, yet his eyes shone brightly as he looked at Han Ye and smiled widely, saying:
“Master…will come looking for you!”
“Boom!”
As he finished his words, his body exploded into a cloud of blood, leaving no trace of bone or body.
Han Ye’s eyes widened as he quickly took a step forward, getting covered in blood. He wanted to press for some answers, but it was a futile effort.
“A clone, huh…”
He didn’t sense any remnant of the other’s soul or even the Nascent Soul, which should have escaped.
This meant it was only a puppet made out of his blood essence.
What kind of existence could create a clone of the Nascent Soul Realm?
Simultaneously, Han Ye felt a profound sense of mystery.
What is this Demon Cult? Could it be the Bai Tian Demon Sect?
Impossible! Didn’t the Bai Tian Demon Sect vanish a thousand years ago? While he was puzzled, the black scales on his arm rapidly faded, followed by the terrifying cold power within his body quickly dissipating.
Han Ye suddenly lost all strength and collapsed on the ground.
His entire arm paled and trembled uncontrollably, hanging dully by his side.
He didn’t know when it would recover.
It seemed that he couldn’t easily tap into the power of the Demon Chart again;
the price was too high.
Temporarily losing an arm greatly impacted his martial power.
He couldn’t help but inwardly lament.
“You…”
A crisp voice broke the silence. Han Ye quickly turned around.
He found Chu Xianyu standing behind him, her eyes full of vigilance behind her veil.
“Are you actually Han Ye?”
Hearing this, Han Ye fell into a momentary stupor.
“Miss Chu, why do you ask?”
Chu Xianyu looked at him very seriously: “Han Ye, I know him. How could he have such power? Are you some demon in disguise? Or are you possessing his body?”
Han Ye gave a wry smile, took a deep breath, and calmly said: “Miss Chu, if I were a demon, why would I have saved you?”
“If I was possessed, those demon cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage all died by my hand. Why would I not kill you now?”
Upon hearing this, Chu Xianyu found his argument somewhat reasonable.
“Are you really Han Ye? Then how did your strength become so strong all of a sudden?”
Han Ye first pointed to his own arm, then to the Cangbi in her hand, explaining: “Everyone has their own secrets, you do, and so do I.” “Speaking of which, you are the one who has truly improved. Back when we were at the Book Collection Pavilion, you were not as astute as you are now. Hearing Han Ye mentioning their experience at the Book Collection Pavilion, Chu Xianyu’s gaze softened.
However, when she heard the latter part, her face sank:
“Are you saying that I was very stupid before?
“No, no.”
Han Ye, realizing his mistake, hastily waved his hands.
“Miss Chu is intelligent and wise, I can hardly compare.
“Humph.”
Just as Han Ye was scratching his head, thinking about how to appease Chu Xianyu, a deep voice of the demon dragon came to his ears: “Kid, two powerful auras are heading towards you. They’re filled with murderous intent. If you don’t want to die, leave quickly. Given your current physical condition, you can’t use the power of the Demon Chart.” Upon this warning, Han Ye’s face slightly changed. He knew that the commotion here had attracted stronger cultivators. If they carried murderous intent, it meant they were not there to help but to capture them.
“We should leave!”
He shouted to Chu Xianyu, brought out his spiritual sword, and prepared to flee.
“What’s wrong?”
“Someone’s coming! I don’t know if it’s a companion of the demon cultivators or other cultivators, but they’re definitely targeting us.” Although Chu Xianyu didn’t know how Han Ye had sensed it beforehand, she obediently followed him, brought out her flying sword, and quickly left the place.
However, as they escaped into the distance on their flying swords,
Ripples in space started to form around them.
An expressionless figure in a Taoist robe appeared on the large cliff top.
“Bang!”
Han Ye slammed into an invisible wall, their way forward was blocked, he exclaimed in horror:
“Spatial Solidification Technique, what a terrifying Divine Power. What level of prowess is this?”
“Kid, you’re running too slow. Enter the Demon Chart, maybe you’ll still have a chance to live.” The Nether Dragon’s voice echoed again, reminding him.
At this point, Chu Xianyu also sensed the terrifying aura from afar. It was an enemy she couldn’t defeat.
She glanced at Han Ye, saw the worry on his face, and took a deep breath.
“It seems we cannot escape this tribulation.”
The elder had warned her of a disaster during this journey, but she never expected that despite being prepared, she wouldn’t be able to overcome it.
“Don’t give up, there’s still a way.”
Han Ye comforted and, with a twinkle in his eyes, he smiled and said:
“Let’s make a bet, if we survive this, you owe me a favor, and you’ll have to help me later. How about it?”
“You think you can defeat that guy?”
Chu Xianyu glanced again at the Taoist figure on the cliff and skeptically asked.
“Just agree to it.”
Chu Xianyu fell silent for a moment and then slowly said:
“Why should I owe you a favor if I survive? When I saved you before, I didn’t make you owe me.”
“Um…”
For some reason, Han Ye was speechless. He hadn’t really noticed that point before.
“If we can survive, it’ll be because my treasure worked. I think saving you twice should be enough to count as one favor.”
Chu Xianyu thought for a moment, felt that made sense, and so she agreed.
“Okay, but don’t be too unreasonable.”
Just as her words fell,
An invisible giant hand reached out from the void towards the two of them, stirring up a storm.
The strong winds caused Chu Xianyu’s veil to fly away, revealing her fair face, clear eyes, and lightly reddened lips.
“Hold on tight!”
Han Ye tightly grabbed Chu Xianyu’s small hand and held her warm, soft body close, retreating into the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll. The demon light flickered and they disappeared from their location in the blink of an eye. All that was left was the mysterious Taoist grasping at thin air.
