Chapter 72: Chapter 72 Demon Cultivation Conspiracy

Plop!

The great cauldron fell to the ground, producing a crisp sound.

At this moment, Lu Xuanji felt a slight numbness in his arms, some meridians and muscles were strained and torn, and his whole body was slightly sore.

From breaking through the grand array to slaying the black-robed demonic cultivator, the duration was less than five seconds.

Yet the intensity of the battle was unprecedentedly fierce.

This feeling was like a hundred-meter sprint.

Various magical treasures and secret skills, crackling, without any reservation, all burst out, thrown out without holding back.

“Brother, he’s dead!”

Ye Feixue said.

“He’s dead, but it’s not safe here either!” Lu Xuanji recalled.

The battle time was very short, but it was a bit thrilling.

If he hadn’t attacked all at once, catching the enemy off guard, preventing them from reacting and launching various killing moves, it would have been him who got killed.

Maybe it would be him dead.

The battle ended, and Lu Xuanji opened the storage bag, beginning to loot some treasures.

The Bone Spike, White Bone Sword, White Bone Saber, Zombie Bell, and other demonic magical treasures, were directly destroyed.

Also, eight thousand spirit stones were directly stored in the storage bag.

Plus Red Iron, Gold Essence, Profound Iron, Mithril, and other materials, totaling over a hundred pounds, seemingly prepared for artifact refining, considered for making magical treasures, also ended up with him.

Additionally, there were five bottles of elixirs, and after checking, he found he could use them and kept them immediately.

Finally, there was the Second Grade pinnacle spiritual artifact, the White Bone Banner, with rather impressive power that could induce zombie attacks, summon ghost attacks, and devour divine soul to enhance cultivation, considered a decent magical treasure.

But Lu Xuanji just hesitated slightly, and then urged the Celestial Fire, continuously destroying it violently.

Crack!

Crack!

The wronged souls on it let out a sizzling sound and were burned to ashes.

Then, the arrays and talismans on it were all destroyed.

Then he urged his true essence, attacking with all his might, the White Bone Banner shattered into seven or eight pieces, scattered on the ground, and was finally buried underground.

Lastly, he inspected the small town.

After the demonic cultivator, this village was slaughtered to emptiness, with no one alive.

Leaving here, Lu Xuanji went to the nearby county town, informing his clan to come and handle the aftermath.

Reaching nighttime, Lu Xuanji was reviewing the storage bag, looking at five thousand spirit stones, several elixirs, and various artifact refining materials, feeling an unspeakable joy in his heart.

Without unexpected wealth, one doesn’t get rich; without nighttime fodder, a horse doesn’t get fat.

Just relying on farming and alchemy at home, one year only brought in some three or five hundred spirit stones; but here, killing a Foundation Establishment Fifth Layer demonic cultivator immediately credited him with five thousand spirit stones, and if including other assets, at least eight thousand spirit stones.

No wonder cultivators love slaying demons and eliminating devils, not because of overwhelming righteousness, but too profitable, too much money.

Every devil is a treasure boy.

Killing one devil is equivalent to ten years of income.

Only thinking about the five thousand civilians killed in the small town, just a faint sadness flashed, and that joy vanished completely.

…

Half a day later, at Changyuan Mountain.

The Grand Elder looked grave, holding a letter in his hand, reporting the matter of the demonic cultivators by Lu Xuanji.

“Demonic cultivators appearing near Qingshui Commandery. And it’s a Foundation Establishment Fifth Layer, it seems the problem is serious!”

The Grand Elder looked grave with a flicker of unease in his eyes.

For demonic cultivators, the Dan Yang Sect’s rule is to kill on sight, leaving no mercy.

Every demonic cultivator wishing to grow must continuously slaughter.

What is more terrifying is that demonic cultivators level up extremely fast through slaughter.

Immortal Dao values the foundation, Demon Dao values speed.

Demonic cultivators take ten years to reach Foundation Establishment, a hundred years to reach the Purple Mansion, and two hundred years to reach the Golden Core, upgrading faster than Celestial Spirit Roots. Although there are shortcomings in lacking foundation in the early stages and rapid celestial tribulations in the later stages, leading to a much smaller number of demonic cultivators entering the Golden Core compared to Immortal Dao cultivators, and even fewer entering the Nascent Soul.

But the sheer number can’t be handled; if demonic cultivators are not controlled, they could bring devastating disaster to Immortal Dao.

The Grand Elder picked up a pen, writing to the Dan Yang Sect about the demonic cultivators, suddenly thinking of something.

Writing a letter directly, placing it into the flying sword.

Swish swish!

The flying sword grew a pair of wings, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared.

This technique is called Flying Sword Transmission.

Its speed is kilometers per second, it can reach the Dan Yang Sect in just three hours.

…

In a cave somewhere in the wilderness, evil qi gathered, demonic qi soared.

About twenty demonic cultivators gathered together, each exuding dreadful evil qi, yet they were mutually wary of each other.

These demonic cultivators, even the weakest were Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

The leading demonic cultivator emitted a destructive aura, nearly stepping into the Purple Mansion Realm but still a bit short, unable to fully enter.

This realm is called Half-Step Purple Mansion.

This old demon was surnamed Fang, known by the world as Old Demon Fang.

At this moment, Old Demon Fang held a flying sword in his hand, with a pair of wings on the sword.

The wings flapped but couldn’t escape Old Demon Fang’s grasp.

Swish!

With a point of his palm, the sword was instantly sealed.

“Demonic cultivators appeared in Beichen County, and someone from the Lu Family has reported to the Dan Yang Sect, leaving us not much time.” Old Demon Fang said, “The Lu Family was once a prominent Purple Mansion clan with Purple Mansion cultivators overseeing. Famous for slaying demons and eliminating devils countless times, many demonic cultivators met their end at their hands. Now the Lu Family is weak, it’s precisely the right moment for us demonic cultivators to roam, the perfect time to forge my foundation with their blood!”

“I intend to make a move on the Lu Family, who agrees, who opposes!”

Old Demon Fang said, revealing his white teeth, gentle like a scholar.

But the demonic cultivators present all spoke up: “Willing to follow the senior!”

Old Demon Fang said: “The Lu Family only has five cultivators, one of Foundation Establishment Eight Layer, whom I will deal with; the rest are one Foundation Establishment Third Layer, one Foundation Establishment Fifth Layer; and two youngsters who have just entered Foundation Establishment, less than ten years, possibly still at Foundation Establishment First Layer. In half an hour, demonic cultivators will launch an attack on Beichen County,”

“Here, sign the Netherworld Contract, any violators will be burned by the Netherworld Demon Flame!”

Saying so, he took out a piece of beast hide, inscribed with ancient talismans, based on beast blood, iron pen and silver hook, seemingly communicating with a great existence.

The Netherworld Contract, one of the supreme contracts of Demon Dao.

Demonic cultivators are mostly selfish, not thinking of advancing together during battles, but rather thinking of holding back, harming teammates. When facing Immortal Dao cultivators, often collapsing at the first touch, with heavy losses.

Later, a great figure of the Demon Dao set up the Netherworld Contract, capable of restraining the cultivation of demonic cultivators, to work together during combat and jointly deal with enemies.

On the beast hide, it wrote about cooperation, interest distribution, etc., with meticulous clauses.

“If there are no objections, you can sign it directly!”

Old Demon Fang directly cut his finger, writing his name with blood as ink on it.

The blood merged into the ink and disappeared.

Then, other demonic cultivators went forward to write their names on it.

At last, with a point of Old Demon Fang’s finger, the beast hide ignited spontaneously, vanishing into the air.

But numerous demonic cultivators felt an immense constraint, restricting everyone.

Any violator would invite a thunder strike.