Cultivation Begins From The Desert
Chapter 82: The Demon Cultivator Appears

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: The Demon Cultivator Appears

The "Void Traveling Tower Ship" hovered above a small desert oasis.

The oasis was very small, covering only a few dozen square kilometers, with a sparse collection of crude, rough stone huts.

At this moment, in front of and atop those simple stone huts, stood over a hundred cultivators wearing clothes of various colors. These people were standing on rooftops and on the ground, craning their necks to look at the Void Traveling Tower Ship that suddenly flew in from the sky, and the thirty sword lights flying out of it, their faces filled with fear.

Zhouyang stood suspended in the air on his flying sword, his gaze didn’t linger on those Qi Cultivation Stage cultivators on the ground, but instead directly looked toward a battlefield several kilometers ahead.

In the sky several kilometers away, Zhang Yunpeng, who had arrived first, was fighting alone against a group of over a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators and a Seventh-Layer Purple Mansion cultivator, looking rather bedraggled.

But it’s merely a bedraggled appearance, as a Wind Element Spiritual Root Cultivator, Zhang Yunpeng may not excel in defense, but his speed and attack are his specialties.

Before Zhouyang and others arrived, he followed the Soul-Seeking Bloodbird to find this oasis hidden by the illusion array, which immediately alerted the sand bandits cultivating inside the oasis and led to their attack.

Despite the sand bandits being numerous and powerful, none could match his speed. By relying on his superbly executed "Wind Escape Technique," he managed to avoid danger at critical moments, without suffering fundamental harm.

Now seeing the Void Traveling Tower Ship of Chen Family Ancestor arriving, he quickly waved the Tier Four High-grade Spiritual Artifact "Spirit Wind Banner" in his hand, disappearing like an invisible gust of wind from where he stood, only to appear before Zhouyang and the others.

Upon witnessing this, the sand bandits turned extremely unsightly.

They hadn’t managed to capture Zhang Yunpeng earlier, and now a more powerful Chen Family Ancestor has come alongside twice as many Foundation Establishment cultivators as them—how can they even fight against this?

"Fellow Daoist Chen, you’ve come just in time. Although this guy across from us is wearing a mask, having exchanged blows with him just now, I can tell his techniques displayed are definitely not of our Boundless Sea of Sand Cultivation Realm’s style. It seems the sect’s information wasn’t wrong; there really are people from other cultivation realms sneaking over to stir up trouble."

In the sky, Zhang Yunpeng returned to Chen Family Ancestor’s side, with a gloomy look at the masked Purple Mansion-stage sand bandit, coldly revealing his discovery.

Upon hearing this, Chen Family Ancestor couldn’t help but snort coldly: "Hmph, I don’t care what his background is. Daring to kill my Chen Family’s Foundation Establishment cultivators and destroy my Chen Family marketplace in the Boundless Sea of Sand Cultivation Realm—even if there is a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator backing him, I must kill him to avenge the deceased members of my Chen Family!"

His eyes turned cold as he looked at the Purple Mansion-stage cultivator opposite him, not concealing his killing intent.

He had no retreat, as per his words, even if the Purple Mansion-stage cultivator indeed has a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator backing him, he still must kill him.

Without doing so, not only would Chen Family’s prestige and reputation be utterly lost, but even the morale within the clan would be thoroughly shattered.

The clansmen wouldn’t care about how influential the murderer is; they only see their clan leader as a cowardly figure who could have executed the murderer to avenge the unjustly dead clansmen but instead watched the murderer leave.

Such a clan leader and clan, how could it ever inspire affection? How could it create a sense of belonging and identification? How could it make people believe the clan would genuinely look after them?

Once morale dissipates, the future decline of the Chen Family becomes inevitable, even if he, a Purple Mansion-stage cultivator, is present. Therefore, he might as well take a gamble, he might as well enjoy a confrontation—kill the sneaky fellow first.

"Keh keh keh keh, you think you can really kill me? Now that you’ve found me, let’s see true strength under our hands today!"

From the sand bandits’ side, the masked Purple Mansion-stage cultivator let out a sinister laugh, with a flash of blood light on his body, a terrifying aura as evil and demonic suddenly surged from him.

"Ninth-Layer of the Purple Mansion!"

"Demonic Path Evil!"

Chen Family Ancestor and Zhang Yunpeng simultaneously changed their expressions, looking shocked at the imposing ghost-faced masked man shout.

Both Purple Mansion-stage cultivators were like this, not to mention Zhouyang and the Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Under the massive aura of the ghost-faced masked man’s Ninth-Layer of the Purple Mansion cultivation, except for Chen Ping’an, Liu Qingsong and some Late-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivators who could still stay upright, all cultivators below Late-Stage Foundation Establishment, including Zhouyang, were suppressed, falling several to dozens of meters.

Cultivators like Zhou Xuanhao, who barely engaged in cultivation and stood at First-Layer Foundation Establishment, almost fell off the flying sword, embarrassed.

Indeed!

Zhouyang at this moment was frantically channeling magical power to resist the aura pressure of the ghost-faced masked man, while internally exclaiming.

His speculation finally got confirmed when the person no longer hid his strength and revealed his true identity.

As for the Ghost-faced Masked Man who revealed his true identity, he completely ignored the shocked cries of the Chen Family Ancestor and Zhang Yunpeng. After unleashing his deep demonic cultivation, he waved his hand, releasing a blood-red demon light that fell into the desert oasis below, revealing his prepared contingency.

"Come forth, my servants!"

A low voice called out from the Ghost-faced Masked Man, and the ground of the oasis, where over a dozen graves were raised, suddenly exploded with loud booms.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Like the howl of wild beasts, one after another, the sounds emerged from those exploded graves. Then, one by one, Blood Evil Demon Corpses catapulted out from the graves like cannonballs, appearing in the sight of Zhouyang and the others.

Each of these Blood Evil Demon Corpses exuded an aura ranging from Early-Stage to Late-Stage Foundation Establishment, each one refined from the corpse of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

After being refined with the corpse refining methods of demonic cultivators, they bore no resemblance to their former selves. Their hideous faces, long sharp fangs, razor-sharp claws, and blood-colored single horns, which no human could possess, all marked them as abominations.

"Heh heh heh, now we’re even in numbers!"

The Ghost-faced Masked Man looked at the Blood Evil Demon Corpses he had meticulously cultivated, letting out a sinister laugh.

Then, he stretched out his hand and directly removed the ghost face mask from his face, revealing a youth’s face as pale as snow.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Xue Mo Luo, the thirty-eighth generation successor of the Blood Slaughter Demon Sect!"

This demonic cultivator who called himself "Xue Mo Luo" had the visage of a youth like Zhouyang, yet his words were full of old age and arrogance.

However, despite his words, no one had any objections. One who could cultivate to the Ninth Layer of the Purple Mansion was surely no mere youth in their twenties or thirties. In the cultivation realm, there were countless cultivation techniques and spirit pills that allowed one to retain their youthful appearance. No cultivator would be superficial enough to judge another’s age by their looks.

What surprised Zhouyang and the others was the identity that "Xue Mo Luo" revealed.

The thirty-eighth generation successor of the Blood Slaughter Demon Sect!

This identity was quite unfamiliar to the people in the Boundless Sea of Sand Cultivation Realm. Among those present, perhaps not even five had heard of the "Blood Slaughter Demon Sect" within the demonic path sects.

However, this did not prevent them from being shocked by his identity.

It was well known that due to being hunted by everyone, demonic cultivators rarely had small sects survive internally; without at least a Golden Core Stage cultivator to preside, a demonic path sect could not continue its legacy in the cultivation realm.

In this circumstance, for Xue Mo Luo to claim himself as the thirty-eighth generation successor of the Blood Slaughter Demon Sect meant his status was almost comparable to the Sect Leader of the Yellow Sand Sect.

"Hmph, the Blood Slaughter Demon Sect is indeed formidable, and the name of the Blood Evil Celestial Demon is known far and wide in the Liuyun Continent. But for someone with mere Ninth-Layer Purple Mansion cultivation like you to claim to be a successor of a demon sect, what nerve. Aren’t you afraid your uncles and elders will hear and skin you to make a blood corpse?"

The Chen Family Ancestor seemed to know about the Blood Slaughter Demon Sect. While Zhouyang and the others were still taken aback by Xue Mo Luo’s words, he sneered and mocked with a face full of disdain.

Since Xue Mo Luo had revealed his identity as a demonic cultivator, while shocked at his formidable Ninth-Layer Purple Mansion cultivation, the Chen Family Ancestor also let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

Anyone had the right to kill a demonic cultivator, and with Xue Mo Luo being one, killing him would bring no fault but great merit.

Thus, seeing Xue Mo Luo shamelessly claiming to be the thirty-eighth generation successor of the Blood Slaughter Demon Sect, thinking he knew the sect well, the Chen Family Ancestor immediately sneered and mocked him unreservedly.

Yet even before Xue Mo Luo could respond, Zhang Yunpeng, standing not far from him, spoke with a serious expression: "Brother Chen, be careful, this villain may not be lying!"

"According to what Zhang knows, the Blood Evil Celestial Demon, who plagued the Liuyun Continent Cultivation Realm for thousands of years, had his whereabouts betrayed by a disciple decades ago, leading to an ambush by over ten Nascent Soul Stage cultivators and was utterly annihilated!"

"After that battle, the Blood Slaughter Demon Sect, one of the three major demonic sects, saw its Golden Core Stage leaders almost completely wiped out, with most of its headquarters and hidden outposts uprooted. The total fallen demon path evildoers exceeded three thousand, marking it as the greatest demon-slaying triumph in recent millennia!"

Zhang Yunpeng’s words were rapid and urgent, finished before Xue Mo Luo could reply.

After revealing his knowledge, he stared darkly at Xue Mo Luo and shouted angrily: "So, having nowhere to hide in the Liuyun Continent Cultivation Realm, the Blood Slaughter Demon Sect now wishes to stir trouble in our Westernmost Cultivation Realm? Do you think the Yellow Sand Sect is a soft target for you to toy with?"

"Heh heh heh, since you’re so informed about the present state of the demon sects, why ask such foolish questions?"

Xue Mo Luo wore a sinister smile filled with disdain as he laughed and said, "Indeed, you desert hillbillies who play emperors are soft targets. Once the demon sect swallows you whole and regains its strength, it will undoubtedly return to the Liuyun Continent and make the traitors pay for their betrayal!"