Stealthily cultivating in the chaotic world of demons and martial artists
Chapter 388 - 386: Make a Move (Seeking Subscription)_1

Chapter 388: Chapter 386: Make a Move (Seeking Subscription)_1

A moment ago.

Evergreen Garden.

"Haha... This Spiritual Medicine Garden now belongs to us, the Nine Xin Sect."

A middle-aged scholarly-looking cultivator was full of high spirits as he looked down at the garden below, "This Green Emperor Mountain is really lavish, even a mere Spiritual Medicine Garden in a Secret Realm has the thousand-year-old ’Mysterious Purple Fruit’... If I can rob a few more, my cultivation... sigh, I came too late!"

While he was regretting his timing, he suddenly had a premonition, flew into the air, and saw a silver membrane in the sky continuously shattering.

The Void twisted as if it had become an insatiable behemoth, opening its ferocious, gaping maw to bite chunks out of the boundaries of the Evergreen Garden.

But the scholarly cultivator was not afraid in the slightest.

After all, with such speed, it would take a long time to reach the Spiritual Medicine Garden.

So much time was more than enough to loot once and then look for more benefits.

Even if he truly encountered danger, the ’World-breaking Bead’ in his hand could take him away.

However, in the next moment, he was stunned to see the speed at which the Void Storm devoured everything had surged by a hundredfold, a thousandfold...

Looking from afar, it seemed like a silver, sky-high tidal wave, crazily sweeping towards him!

"Not good!"

The middle-aged scholarly cultivator immediately spat out a mouthful of essence blood, activating a silver bead in his hand.

The bead was only the size of a dragon’s eye, but within it was a Phoenix Seal Talisman that seemed so vivid, as if about to take flight.

Empowered by the forceful injection of magic power combined with essence blood and primordial energy, it buzzed and transformed into a spread of silver light, enveloping the cultivator’s figure, ready to vanish into thin air.

But in the next moment, a dark green talisman surfaced on the cultivator’s body, resembling some kind of root imprint.

"This... wasn’t the Transformative God Wood Array supposed to have collapsed? Why did it leave a mark on me... Not good..."

The scholarly cultivator’s face changed drastically; he wanted to stop the teleportation but was completely unable to do so. He could only watch helplessly as a small-scale Void Storm formed, swallowing him whole...

...

These scenes unfolded in all areas of the Evergreen Garden Secret Land, where the terrifying spatial storms combined with the residual effects of the Transformative God Wood Array, actually had a frightening effect of blocking all teleportation.

"It’s a trap! Definitely a trap!"

Outside the Green Emperor Palace, the disciples of the Ice God Palace who had yet to react, watched in horror as a terrifying pitch-black hand with nine fingers fell from the sky and squashed them into pancakes.

Then, a black-robed Nascent Soul old demon with two fleshy bumps on his head and a weird countenance appeared, looking at the Void Storm coming from afar, he couldn’t help but become earnest, "The Higher Realm Talisman is now useless... In such a Void Storm, even Transcendent Gods would be in great danger."

"It must be a trap of the Green Emperor Mountain, unless one can break through the seal of a five-tier Great Array plus the power of a Cave Heaven... otherwise, it’s impossible to leave. The only path to survival must be inside the Green Emperor Palace, to find the remnants of the Green Emperor Mountain!"

"Damn it, this old ancestor only wanted to stick to the outskirts, never intended to enter such a place of danger... The prohibitions from the core land of an ancient Transcendent God Sect are fatal enough for us, Nascent Soul cultivators."

Having no choice and facing the rampaging Void Storm nearby, he gritted his teeth, turned into a pitch-black dark light, and flashed into the Green Emperor Palace.

Soon enough, countless spatial storms swept over and struck the Green Emperor Palace.

This palace, occupying hundreds of miles, emitted a hazy radiance, seemingly flashing with Phoenix Seal Script.

Although the palace walls continually cracked from the force of the storms, and the surrounding buildings collapsed one after another... it ultimately slowed the advance of the Void Storm, like an isolated island in a tempest...

...

In front of the Ancestor Hall.

"The Green Spirit Plate you stole?"

Lady Bi let out a cold laugh, "Impudent! My Qing Xu Sect is the true lineage of the Green Emperor, and you, a solitary ghost from who-knows-where, dare to interject?!"

Her walking stick flew up in an instant, and a pitch-black Flood Dragon spirit emerged, roaring and transforming into a streak of black light, ferociously crashing towards the old ghost!

Zhan Tu quickly recited an incantation, and the Green Wood Sword appeared in his hand, unleashing a spectacular blade of sword light.

Roar! Roar!

The Flood Dragon and the sword light collided, and even though his power had been enhanced with Integration Secret Skills, he was not a match for a true Nascent Soul cultivator and was beaten back.

Streaks of black light fell, but most were blocked by a vine armor on Zhan Tu’s body.

"Hmm? A Core Formation cultivator surviving a blow from me is somewhat capable, but you won’t be so lucky next time."

Seeing this, Lady Bi’s eyes flashed with green light, her Nascent Soul-level magic power surged forth.

"Island Master... as long as we cooperate, kill this old woman, and the immortal treasures in the Ancestor Hall will be divided evenly between us!"

Zhan Tu’s eyes turned a dull yellow, and he spat out a pitch-black bead.

The dark orb emitted a black light, enveloping Zhan Tu and causing his figure to vanish instantly.

When he reappeared, he was already amongst the Qing Xu Sect disciples.

Moving like lightning, he pointed, and the Green Wood Sword became a streak of light, thrusting towards the nearest Core Formation cultivator.

Thud!

The wooden shield talisman raised by that Core Formation cultivator was pierced with a hole, and the disciple behind, with a look of disbelief on his face, died with the sword through his chest.

For Zhan Tu, who had integrated with the old ghost, bullying these Core Formation disciples indeed seemed like an overkill.

"You dare, you whelp?!"

Lady Bi naturally could not bear to see Zhan Tu slaughtering the Qing Xu Sect disciples. The black dragon in the Void roared, ready to turn around.

Suddenly, the surrounding world changed!

Six black holes opened, and from each, a Core Formation Ghost Creature burst out with hordes of monsters charging forth.

Within the void, spiritual energy suddenly became extremely sparse!

It was Fang Xi, who had unleashed the Divine Skills of the Hungry Ghost Path, the Beast Path, and the Hell Path among the Six Paths of Reincarnation!

The moment he made his move, he was surrounded by threatening Demon Qi, truly a formidable Nascent Soul old demon!

"Are you in league with that remnant?"

Lady Bi pointed with her cane, and a black dragon roared, slaughtering a one-horned goat. However, she saw that the creature’s flesh and blood quickly healed and it stood up rapidly, causing her to frown.

"Not really... just made a deal, that’s all."

Fang Xi stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Lady Bi.

The other party was just an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator; he was confident he could restrain her if necessary.

"What kind of deal? I myself come from considerable means..." Lady Bi immediately ceased her actions, trying to negotiate.

For Nascent Soul cultivators like them, nothing outweighed their own lives; thus, if she could pay a price to win over Fang Xi and have him turn against his ally, she would assuredly control the situation, and also avoid a desperate struggle with a peer. Why wouldn’t she do so?

"Hehe... The old ghost promised me the Kuyong Skills - Transcendent God Volume, as well as the advanced Divine Skills of the Kuyong Mysterious Light. If Sir can provide those, I might consider it."

Fang Xi said with a smile.

"Kuyong Skills - Transcendent God Volume? And the advanced Divine Skills of the Kuyong Mysterious Light?"

Lady Bi’s smile stalled on her face; as a disciple of the outer sect of Green Emperor Mountain, the ancestors of the Qing Xu Sect had no right to cultivate such core skills as the ’Kuyong Skills’.

"Pity... it seems there’s no room for negotiation then."

Fang Xi raised his hand and summoned with a gesture, and with the sound of thunder, he now held a blood-colored spear.

With a gentle toss, his Asura Path Divine Skill transformed into a crimson light, tangling with the black dragon in mid-air.

"He’s a magic cultivator? That’s a bit troublesome..."

Lady Bi saw her own life-bound magical artifact trapped in mid-air and couldn’t help but turn pale as she took out the Green Spirit Plate...

...

In front of the Ancestor Hall.

"A Demon Path Magic Domain?"

The old ghost indifferently pulled the Green Wood Sword artifact out from the last Core Formation cultivator’s chest and looked at Fang Xi’s Yanmo Domain with mild curiosity, "The path of the second Nascent Soul this person chooses is that of a magic cultivator?"

"I too have a Golden Core Magic Domain, but it seems it only inflicts serious damage upon Foundation Establishment; it’s not particularly useful among peers."

Zhan Tu spoke.

"Of course, the Nascent Soul Magic Domain is the same; it’s not very useful in battles among peers... except for one type of person—magic cultivators! Magic cultivators focus entirely on researching spells and Divine Skills, and they disdain even refining their life-bound magical artifacts. They possess an incredibly powerful magic domain, strong enough to confront major enemies of the same rank..."

The old ghost explained then glanced at the blood flowing across the plaza, his gaze drifting into the distance.

Although it appeared hazy gray, at that moment, it seemed to have taken on strands of blood red.

"It seems many cultivators have died outside, including some Nascent Soul..."

"This Blood Sacrifice should almost be ready, huh? Hehe... Did you really think that Green Emperor Mountain left so many Secret Realm teleportation arrays and deliberately created so many void fissures around the perimeter to benefit you?"

The old ghost was laughing heartily when suddenly the Yanmo Domain boomed and exploded.

Fang Xi escaped in a disheveled state and roared, "That old woman still has a Treasure of Void, I’m no match for her!"

Behind him, Lady Bi was surrounded by a white ribbon and a black dragon, still holding the ’Green Spirit Plate’ in her hand.

At that moment, the ancient artifact was flashing with silver runes, forming myriad mysterious Eight Diagrams prohibitions.

She swept her gaze over the corpses on the ground, and her killing intent grew even denser, "Both of you... must die!"

"Hehehe, it’s you who will die!"

The old ghost cackled as Zhan Tu brought out a wooden Spirit Pearl, the ’Seeking Wood Bead’!

As soon as the bead flew out, Lady Bi’s face changed drastically, feeling that the ’Green Spirit Plate’ in her hand was unexpectedly uncontrollable, slipping out of her grip!

Whoosh, whoosh!

Two green lights converged in mid-air, and the Seeking Wood Bead fitted perfectly into the core of the Green Spirit Plate.

Hum!

The now-complete Green Spirit Plate, as if sucked by an immeasurable force, affixed onto the lintel above the Ancestor Hall’s door.

Clang!

A series of blood-red lights flashed, and the potent prohibitions surrounding the Ancestor Hall vanished without a trace in the next moment...

"Let’s go!"

The old ghost moved in a flash, entering the Ancestor Hall.

Fang Xi cast a glance at Lady Bi, whose eyes were filled with blood, ready to fight to the death with him at any moment. Turning into a green rainbow, he also dashed into the Ancestor Hall.

...

The interior of the Ancestor Hall was furnished quite simply, with only a single room, and upon entering one could see the shrine.

On the modest rosewood table, numerous spirit tablets were laid out.

However, at the very front, there hung a scroll.

Inside the scroll was an Immortal dressed in green standing proudly on an emerald cliff, gazing off into the distance...