Chapter 325: 192, I don’t believe that a functional Blood Demon would be so useless_2

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While most people would not doubt such a thing, who knows how such old relics are thinking?

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Tan Shuchang had been cultivating for eight years, in February, on the twenty-first.

There is not much to write about today, mainly about an incident I encountered yesterday.

I paid a visit to Bai Zhi Mountain.

In keeping with the caution of a disciple from the Sacred Gate, I first concealed my form and made a trip to Bai Zhi Mountain, only to come back down after finding there was but a single cultivator who had attained the second level of Dao fusion.

After all, ascending the mountain in such a manner was not proper etiquette.

However, although I approached with proper etiquette, the alchemists of Bai Zhi Mountain were extremely arrogant.

Especially the two who claimed to be from the Western Purple Immortal Clan, they acted as if they were my masters, and one of them, unable to withstand the influence of my demonic lineage, even attempted to use a method called ‘Heavenly Mandate’ against me.

This Heavenly Mandate method is indeed wondrous; it directly draws upon the power of Heavenly Officers, and the power manifested was not chaotic but patterned almost like a set of rules.

Yet, despite the profundity of such Heavenly Mandate techniques, the practitioner was not up to par. He was the fastest to die among those who attacked me.

Regrettably, I do not know his name; otherwise, it surely would have been recorded here.

Afterward, another member of the Immortal Clan did not grieve in the slightest for the death of his kin. Instead, he was exceptionally calm and merely asked me if my actions were in keeping with the etiquette I claimed to uphold?

Good question.

But I am a disciple of the Sacred Gate.

And what disciple of the Sacred Gate is not inconsistent?

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The diary was soon finished, after all, there was not much content.

Then Tan Shuchang, with regret, prepared to leave, for the white palm had not appeared, nor did the mysterious True Immortal senior “A Lu.”

The latter was to be expected.

But the former puzzled Tan Shuchang, for he thought he had been very diligent in writing his diary.

Usually, at this time, the white palm would have come to “take” it already; why such laxity this time?

Could it be that it has finally met with heavenly retribution?

“If that’s the case, then indeed justice is served,” Tan Shuchang said to himself, although he had said he was not too moved by his diaries being stolen.

But that’s how Demon Cultivators are… inconsistent.

While harboring this thought, Tan Shuchang was also invoking the principle of greed.

Naturally, the principle of greed did not refuse Tan Shuchang.

However, being special as it is, the principle of greed emitted some fluctuations when responding to Tan Shuchang, allowing a thought critical of the white palm to be perceived by a certain entity.

And this entity was, of course, the owner of the white palm itself.

Indeed, because Tan Shuchang’s thought referred directly to this entity, it naturally would be detected by it.

Therefore, at this moment, Sword Youth, thoroughly absorbed in cultivation, was completely unaware that his psychically-treasured artifact had once again leisurely ventured out.

Then a white palm stretched out, giving a certain direction the middle finger.

Afterward, this white palm made a gentle grabbing motion.

Suddenly, phantasmal images of diaries appeared, chronicling the recent writings of an inconsistent Demon Cultivator.

Soon, the white palm locked onto one of the diaries.

At the same time, in the spiritual domain near South Gate Pillar in the Land of the Four Pillars, above a spiritual mountain named Bai Zhi Mountain, a torrent of “diary rain” suddenly fell.

And the number of these diaries was just right, not one more or less, enough for each Cultivator on Bai Zhi Mountain to have one in hand.

These Cultivators could not help but read, and soon they saw a slightly peculiar detail in the heading–Tan Shuchang’s eight years of cultivation.

Then, not long after, a roar of fury resounded: “Lowly cultivator, you are courting death!”

This person must be the party involved who was written about in the diary, and because their name was unknown, their actual name wasn’t written either. However, it’s not a problem that it wasn’t written out; after all, Bai Zhi Mountain was clearly mentioned, so it’s quite easy to discern who it is.

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Atop Tian Gui Ridge, the scene still appeared as if divided by Yin and Yang. Seen from above, it was desolate and lifeless, yet upon descending, an entirely ghostly atmosphere prevailed.

Tan Shuchang first checked the Communication Talismans he left behind, but they remained quiet.

That was quite normal, as not much time had passed.

However, the Yin Qi on Tian Gui Ridge was much denser than before and it wasn’t the Yin Qi of the Yin God of Tian Gui Ridge that Tan Shuchang was familiar with.

It was then that the sound of opera music drifted from afar, drawing closer.

“I sighed for the old love, most bitter and wearying. I felt the passing of spring and autumn, the blooming and wilting of flowers; picking up the same flower, yet the person who once stood here is gone…”

A graceful figure with many arms and legs appeared, its hands and feet covered in eyes and mouths.

“As always, Fellow Daoist is just a lovesick fool,” Tan Shuchang said with a smile upon seeing the Yin God.

“At least I’m better off than you, Heartless One,” the Yin God replied softly. Though the tone was gentle, it was clear there was irritation at Tan Shuchang’s remark.

“Is one heartless simply because they do not indulge in emotions?” Tan Shuchang asked in surprise.

“The path you cultivate is indeed one of heartlessness. This much is crystal clear to me,” stated the Yin God, and all the eyes upon its body conveyed a profound significance.

“If Fellow Daoist says it’s the path of heartlessness, then so be it. But I’m curious, what brings you here?” asked Tan Shuchang, looking at the Yin God.

For he was preparing to take action.

“You really seem more like a Yin God than I do,” quipped the Yin God, naturally sensing Tan Shuchang’s locking aura.

“Therefore,” the Yin God promptly continued, “the thickening of the Yin Qi on Tian Gui Ridge is because a member of the Immortal Clan arrived last night.”

“Immortal Clan?”

Tan Shuchang was surprised. The so-called divine power of the Immortal Clan was very mysterious, but after all, it was a higher realm’s matter. How could it elicit such intense Yin Qi?

“It seems you know nothing about the Immortal Clan,” the Yin God remarked with surprise.

“Indeed, I only heard of it yesterday,” admitted Tan Shuchang.

“Then, would Fellow Daoist mind recounting yesterday’s incident? After all, it’s been many years since anyone dared to slay a member of the Immortal Clan, so I’m quite curious,” the Yin God said.

“The strength of the Immortal Clan’s cultivators seems not very formidable,” Tan Shuchang spoke in a somewhat euphemistic manner, also using it to question why nobody dared to slay the Immortal Clan, with apparently such unimpressive power.

It’s not easy to know, but surely the Demon Cultivators of this world aren’t all so ineffectual?

Although the ineptitude of Demon Cultivators wasn’t a recent development, it couldn’t be that Shenxu Heaven was still such during the time of Jiawu Realm, and so remain in the Land of the Four Pillars, could it?

After all, the Land of the Four Pillars harbored the Secluded Spring Blood Demon!

With such a fearsome reputation, surely even the Secluded Spring Blood Demon wouldn’t hesitate to slay a member of the so-called Immortal Clan?

Therefore, Tan Shuchang couldn’t help but doubt.

He couldn’t believe that the powerful Secluded Spring Blood Demon would be of no use!

“Fellow Daoist sees only one aspect of the Immortal Clan and is oblivious to the other. The strength of the Immortal Clan isn’t apparent while they are alive. If someone slays a member of the Immortal Clan, that person will return to claim their life during the night, and by dawn, the slain Immortal will resurrect. Even if their body is destroyed, they can still return and be revived. Moreover, each time the Immortal dies, upon their subsequent death, the power they can display becomes even greater. That’s why, over time, no one wishes to kill a member of the Immortal Clan,” explained the Yin God, its many eyes now fixed on Tan Shuchang.

It was looking forward to a story.

“Please return, Fellow Daoist!” Tan Shuchang flatly dismissed the topic.

“Don’t you want to know the specifics of the Immortal Clan member who arrived last night?” queried the Yin God proactively.

“Tan Someone is all ears,” was Tan Shuchang’s immediate response.

“No, I would like to hear you tell it first. Once Fellow Daoist has finished, then I will share with you,” the Yin God insisted.

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Upon hearing this, Tan Shuchang immediately stated, “Then never mind, Tan Someone’s curiosity is not that strong after all.”

Because he felt that the Yin God too, sought to cross the river and tear down the bridge.

Disciples of the Sacred Gate must act with caution.

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