Stealthily cultivating in the chaotic world of demons and martial artists
Chapter 494 - 492: All Poisons (Seeking Subscriptions)_1

Chapter 494: Chapter 492: All Poisons (Seeking Subscriptions)_1

"Master Biyu, Lord Black Sky?"

Lord Black Sand fell into deep thought.

Master Biyu was one thing, but Lord Black Sky was a great Cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, and also the Supreme Elder of the Black Dragon Sect—a definitive top figure in the Western Desert Cultivation World.

To rashly involve such a person would have a huge impact!

"Sir, do you have any evidence?"

After pondering for a long time, Lord Black Sand still asked.

"There is none..."

Fang Xi laughed heartily, "The message has been delivered. Whether to report to Tianwei City is now up to you..."

The affairs of the Western Desert should be left for those native Cultivators to decide.

He had done his duty by passing on the message.

With that thought, Fang Xi cupped his hands in farewell and directly rode his Escape Light away into the distance.

Watching the direction of Fang Xi’s departure, Lord Black Sand’s eyes were profound, but in the end, they settled into a wry smile.

When he first met this ’Master Mu’, they made a pact for a three-move challenge; he dominated the engagement with ease.

But the second time they met, again with a three-move agreement, he found himself at a disadvantage before the second move and was forced to ruthlessly attack the Core Formation Cultivators of his Sect.

And this time, although the other party’s aura was still at the early Nascent Soul stage, he had a very dangerous feeling about him.

Lord Black Sand simply didn’t dare to keep Fang Xi around, and even felt that if they were to fight, he might face the calamity of death and Dao disappearance within a move or two!

"Forget it, let the great Cultivators like Master Golden Light worry about such matters..."

Lord Black Sand thought somewhat depressingly and floated back to his Sect, ready to report the information directly up the chain...

...

Two years later.

In the West Six Realms, near the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

"Damn it... who are you, and why do you trouble me?"

Venerable Ten-Thousand Poison, clad in a green robe with an ugly countenance, looked at a figure in the distance wearing a hat, and hissed.

"Venerable Ten-Thousand Poison, you are naturally cruel, allowing your disciples to poison the land. For the creation of the ’Ten Thousands Poisonous Demon Flame,’ you have committed boundless murder..."

Fang Xi, with his hands behind his back, said, "I am Tiankui, and I have come to collect your life in the name of demon cleansing and protection of the Righteous Path!"

"Hmph, it’s just the law of the jungle. You Righteous Path cultivators always need a reason. My Ten Thousand Poison Sect is a sect of the Demon Path. It’s normal for us to breed poisonous creatures. If a few people die, what does it matter?"

Lord Wandu scoffed, a clump of green fire emerging in his right hand.

The fire was pure green, with what seemed to be strands of black within it, emanating a fragrant scent.

Below, for dozens of miles around, all plants and trees wilted, and all living beings instantly succumbed to the poison!

"Indeed, it is the Ten Thousands Poisonous Demon Flame... Venerable Ten-Thousand Poison, you’ve been famous for nearly a thousand years; your lifespan must not be much longer, right?"

Fang Xi suddenly asked thoughtfully, while extending his Divine Consciousness hundreds of miles around, seeing no other Cultivators nearby; there wasn’t even a single living creature around.

Venerable Ten-Thousand Poison was using his Poison Flame Power to effectively ’clear the field’.

"What of it? You seem unbothered by this poisonous flame, which suggests you’ve specifically targeted me and preemptively ingested a high-grade Antidote Spiritual Pill..."

Lord Wandu said with an ugly expression.

"No matter... I’ve always respected the old and cared for the young. Since your time is short, why cling to the mortal world? Why not depart on your journey?"

Fang Xi smiled faintly; his Indestructible Body of Yi Wood naturally feared no poison. At that moment, on his Life-Death Seal, a shadow of the Demon Tree appeared.

In the Void, the Kuyong Mysterious Light gently swept across.

The eyes of Venerable Ten-Thousand Poison went blank as his Nascent Soul succumbed to the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, and his body plummeted to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Thump!

As he fell, the uncontrollable Ten Thousands Poisonous Demon Flame burst forth violently, attempting to incinerate what remained of his body.

Fang Xi cast a Magic Spell, and a White Jade Toad flew out, opening its mouth to absorb the ’Ten Thousands Poisonous Demon Flame.’ A beam of blue light flew out, beheading the fallen corpse.

At that moment, on the back of the Five Fire Worm, four lumps were particularly conspicuous.

Two of them were bright red, one was grey-white, and the last one was slowly turning into an ink-green hue.

"Bone-Melting Blood Flame, Red Lotus Devil Fire, Mysterious Corpse Flame, Ten Thousands Poisonous Demon Flame... The Five Fire Worm can still store one more Demon Flame."

Fang Xi sighed to himself.

He had been quite busy recently.

First, he went to the Heavenly Corpse Mountain Range in the southern domain and killed a fourth-order Corpse King to seize its innate Mysterious Corpse Flame.

Then, he hurried to the West Six Realms to attend Dan Dingzi’s Alchemy Skill conference, mingling among them, exchanging experiences with various Alchemy Skill masters, feeling a significant improvement in his own alchemy skills.

Afterward, he went after cultivators of the Demon Path with an overwhelming accumulation of sins, demanding they hand over their Demon Flames... Usually, they were unwilling, so he had to resort to force.

Using the Kuyong Mysterious Light today was because, firstly, Venerable Ten-Thousand Poison didn’t have much lifespan left, so the consumption was minimal, and secondly, because of past bloody lessons learned.

’Demons on the Demon Path are vicious and cruel, even more so towards themselves. One of them, even as he was dying, could still cast a Secret Skill to obliterate his hard-cultivated Demon Flame of hundreds of years, leaving me empty-handed...’

’Fortunately, I have now almost completed my collection.’

"So, my next target is the Sacred Fire Sect’s Triple Yang Demon Fire?"

Fang Xi let out a breath. "Of course, I would not be insane enough to actually aim for the Sacred Flame that is the treasure of such a Sect."

However, he recently learned that the Sacred Fire Sect’s Tri-sun Demon Flame regularly produces a sort of ’offspring fire.’

Although it’s not as powerful as the original Sacred Fire, it’s still quite formidable among the Nascent Soul Cultivators’ Demon Flames.

Many of the Sacred Fire Sect’s secret skill manuals also require this offspring fire to execute.

While this kind of offspring fire is also rather rare, generally, only Nascent Soul old monsters of the Sacred Fire Sect or outstanding Core Formation disciples are qualified to bestow it, but that doesn’t mean there’s no hope at all.

"This matter requires careful planning... First, I need to find a place to diligently cultivate."

...

Three Immortal Mountain.

The mountain range is shaped like a pen rack, with three peaks, each with its own wonders, hence the name.

The spiritual vein of Three Immortal Mountain reaches as high as the fourth rank intermediate, and legend says that thousands of years ago, three Individual Nascent Soul Cultivators became close friends here and together established the Taoist system of the ’Three Immortals Sect.’

As time passed, the story of the Three Immortals’ sworn brotherhood continued to be hotly discussed among many Cultivators.

However, today, although the Three Immortals Sect’s lineage hasn’t been broken, there is only one Nascent Soul Cultivator in the Sect, known as ’Lord Yunzhu.’

On this day.

Fang Xi rode a cyan Escape Light to the outside of Three Immortal Mountain. Looking at the cloud-shrouded Mountain Protective Array, he couldn’t help but smile and released a Voice Transmission Talisman.

"May I ask who you are?"

It didn’t take long for the clouds to disperse, revealing a path. Two Foundation Establishment disciples riding Spiritual Instruments flew out, gazing at Fang Xi with respect as they asked.

"I am Tiankui...I seek an audience with Lord Yunzhu."

Fang Xi smiled slightly, his Nascent Soul Stage Magic Power radiating bit by bit, causing the two Foundation Establishment Cultivators to break out in a cold sweat, "It turns out a True Lord has arrived. Please wait a moment, we’ll immediately go to inform our ancestor..."

As for opening the Array and inviting the honored guest in for tea?

They certainly didn’t have the guts to invite a Nascent Soul of unknown friendliness or enmity into the Mountain Protecting Array.

Before long, yet another white light flew out, revealing a Nascent Soul early-stage Cultivator.

Dressed in a Taoist robe of white clouds, he was short and thin, his face dry and wrinkled, looking just like an unremarkable old man next door. His eyes fixed on Fang Xi as he spoke, "Yun Zhuzi greets Sir... Could Sir Tiankui be from the south?"

Unlike the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, this Lord Yunzhu clearly kept up with the latest news of the Cultivation World and had heard of the great name of Lord Tiankui.

"Indeed..."

Fang Xi laughed heartily, tossing a wooden box to him, "I have a matter to request and have brought a gift especially for you, Sir."

"Oh?"

Lord Yunzhu wielded a cloud-like Magic Power to firmly catch the box, carefully inspecting it. After finding no issues, he gently cracked it open just a sliver.

A stench of blood immediately wafted out.

Lord Yunzhu’s expression changed slightly, and then he fully opened the box, revealing a head inside, and he exclaimed in shock, "Elder Wandu? It’s actually the head of this person..."

"I’ve heard that Sir might have a grudge with this demon, so I’ve brought you his head. What do you think, Sir?" Fang Xi asked casually.

"Thank you, Sir... This old demon indeed had deep enmity with me," Lord Yunzhu replied with a bitter smile, closing the lid of the box. "May I know what you seek? If it only pertains to me, I shall do my utmost to fulfill it, but if it involves the Ancestral Sect Tradition, then I must decline..."

"It’s just a small matter. I am an Individual Cultivator and wish to borrow your esteemed land to cultivate for a while," Fang Xi replied with a slight smile.

He had already made inquiries in the West Six Realms. In the Western Desert, there were not many oases with a spiritual vein, and those of high rank were already occupied by Nascent Soul Sects and Families.

The oasis where the Ten Thousand Poison Sect was located was not bad, but the spiritual vein was only of fourth rank lower quality.

And yet, Three Immortal Mountain had a fourth rank intermediate Spiritual Vein!

Fang Xi chose the Three Immortals Sect, naturally because he saw that Lord Yunzhu was only at the Nascent Soul early stage, couldn’t even handle Elder Wandu, and had quite ordinary strength...

Moreover, he had inquired privately.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect were arrogant and overbearing, but the Three Immortals Sect, in contrast, had strict Sect rules and barely qualified as part of the Righteous Path.

"Borrow the place for secluded cultivation?"

Even Lord Yunzhu, the old and cunning, was nearly startled by this request.

It wasn’t that Fang Xi’s demand was too high, but rather too low.

"Just that? Sir doesn’t have any formidable enemies, right?" He couldn’t help but ask.

"Haha, please rest assured, Sir. I always treat others with kindness, and I have very few enemies. Even if adversaries appear, I will immediately leave and not involve your Sect," Fang Xi assured with a curl of his lips. Indeed, he hadn’t lied—his enemies were few, just a Purple Thunder Kirin comparable to a great Cultivator...

"Since that is the case, I agree. ’Qingxu Peak’ in our Sect can be at your disposal for cultivation for fifty years... No, a hundred years!" Lord Yunzhu clearly considered the issue of having outsiders taking over their place and even set a time limit.

"Agreed!"

Fang Xi smiled slightly and followed Lord Yunzhu into Three Immortal Mountain.

Sometimes, when one has the power, many things can be so simple.

Three Immortal Mountain, shaped like a pen rack, with ’Cyan Tripod Mountain’ right in the center, flanked by ’Blue River Peak’ and ’Qingxu Peak’... It could be said that Lord Yunzhu had instantly given away one-third of the territory, perhaps scared by the head of Elder Wandu.

Next, Fang Xi followed Lord Yunzhu to the largest Cyan Tripod Mountain, watching him summon the high-level Core Formation Cultivators of the Three Immortals Sect to recognize himself as a Yuan Ying True Monarch. In their conversation, he asked the disciples of the Three Immortals Sect to treat Lord Tiankui with the same respect as a Supreme Elder...