Chapter 116: Underworld Springs Dark Pill
“Demon Seed Sect…”
“Hermit Xinshan…”
“Both the first and second disciples are only at the Qi Refining Stage? The Demon Seed Sect isn’t doing so well these days…”
Liu Ciming rubbed the bridge of his nose, seemingly unwilling to cause trouble.
“Tell them to behave and not attract the six great sects’ attention.”
“Yes, Senior Brother.”
He had no mood to deal with this children’s quarrel.
He waved his sleeve and left.
The group of Underworld Springs Dao cultivators also left with Liu Ciming.
The demonic cultivator who had been arguing with Sheng Nian and the others saw this and followed.
Only Sheng Nian and a young cultivator remained.
“Junior Brother.”
The young man was named Lu Qin, the current first disciple of Hermit Xinshan.
“In this territory, getting into disputes with Underworld Springs Dao cultivators isn’t a wise move.”
“Hahahaha…”
Sheng Nian laughed. “Sorry, sorry, Senior Brother. I just didn’t like his attitude.”
“But…”
His tone shifted, filled with icy meaning. “Whether it’s wise or not…”
“Seems like it’s not your place to lecture me, Senior Brother Lu.”
“…”
Lu Qin’s expression turned ugly, and he remained silent.
He gave Sheng Nian a venomous glance and left the area on his own.
Watching Lu Qin’s retreating figure, the wild and arrogant expression on Sheng Nian’s face slowly faded.
In the dim moonlight, he sat alone under a withered tree, meditating.
In his sea of consciousness, demonic shadows churned.
“Kid, you’re acting quite well…”
“That Hermit Xinshan mistakenly believes you’ve obtained some demonic secret treasure.”
“Based on his assumptions about you, the more arrogant and overbearing you are, the more it puts him at ease.”
“Hermit Xinshan’s lifespan is ending, and his demonic cultivation is nearing a critical breakthrough. He will certainly want to use a secret technique to seize your body.”
“This person will be the first great helper on your path to immortality.”
But Sheng Nian furrowed his brow. “But Lu Qin is really some trouble.”
“Demonic cultivators are all harboring ill intentions. If your guess is correct, he’s the one Hermit Xinshan sent to watch me.”
“If there’s any trace of something wrong, he’ll report it.”
“Now Changping is in chaos. Demonic ghosts, evil spirits, the six righteous sects…”
“The Great Night Demon Heaven Technique is about to break through. I’m afraid if he notices something and reports to Hermit Xinshan, your plan will be delayed…”
“Can I kill him?”
“…”
The demonic voice within his body pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke:
“Currently, I still cannot take action. With just your strength, you can’t even kill him safely.”
“Besides…”
“This person definitely also has Hermit Xinshan’s demonic seed within him.”
Once these words were spoken, the implication was self-evident.
Kill him, and Hermit Xinshan would certainly know.
“…”
There was no perfect solution, so he could only take it one step at a time.
Sheng Nian furrowed his brow and sighed softly.
How troublesome…
…
In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.
The scarcity of cultivation resources in Changping made Song Yan click his tongue.
He had racked his brains but still couldn’t understand what these demonic cultivators were doing here, what they were after.
Fortunately, before departing, he had made sufficient preparations. For now, he didn’t need to worry about cultivation resources.
Moreover, these past few days following Dai Rui around Changping Prefecture City, he had become somewhat familiar with the area.
It was, after all, an important border town, and there were some unranked spiritual veins nearby, supporting several small cultivation families.
But they were all small potatoes, nothing particularly noteworthy.
Fifty to sixty li from Changping Prefecture City, there was a Small Cold Mountain.
The Small Cold Mountain territory had the Cold Mountain Market, which was one of the larger markets in the Changping area.
Although he hadn’t visited yet, this meant he didn’t need to worry too much about cultivation resources.
He could go there on his patrol off-days. Having a place for barter was better than being completely isolated.
Days passed one by one, and he gradually began to get used to this hard life.
The only thing that made Song Yan increasingly murderous was that Cheng Yu.
Previously, he had found this person’s constant targeting of him somewhat baffling.
But now that he knew his parents were elders of the Sun-Shooting Sect, there was nothing strange about it.
In this cultivation world, the arrogant bearing shown by those descended from immortal families was probably even more intense than many royalty in the mortal realm.
The Chu Kingdom’s cultivation world was not particularly strong.
Foundation Establishment cultivators could already be called powerhouses, but how many could touch the path of Golden Core?
Therefore, some Foundation Establishment cultivators with good talent and hope of reaching Golden Core would leave Chu Kingdom in late Foundation Establishment to seek breakthroughs.
The others…
Would place their unfulfilled lifelong aspirations in the next generation.
With such high expectations, naturally most were pampered.
Unlike someone like Shan Zifeng, who had no parental protection and enjoyed the legacy of predecessors, Cheng Yu had real backing.
There were such people everywhere…
Unfortunately, this person didn’t get along with him.
This caused him to often participate in extra patrol tasks under the pretext of patrol requirements.
Cultivation time was already limited, and with this trouble, sometimes even completing daily cultivation was difficult.
“…I should have joined forces with Sheng Nian to kill this kid back at North Watch Mountain.”
Song Yan was now full of regret.
In the current situation, it would probably be hard to find an opportunity to kill this person.
Cheng Yu would naturally have times when he went out on patrol shifts, but if Song Yan made a move to kill him, it would be easy for others to find traces.
“If only Sheng Nian were here. Let him do it. He’s a demonic cultivator anyway.”
Leaving Yangwu Courtyard, he looked up at the clear sun.
Today was a rare day off from patrol.
Song Yan planned to visit the nearby Cold Mountain Market.
The Cold Market was to the northeast of Changping Prefecture City, geographically closer to the interior of Chu Kingdom.
Therefore, it wasn’t as dangerous.
Moreover, unlike the lawless border regions, the market’s location was somewhat awkward.
Spiritual energy and resources were equally scarce, but because it was near the Huadu Temple, demonic cultivators couldn’t act too brazenly. So basically no Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators appeared in this area.
Actually, Song Yan had long noticed.
Aside from the six great sects’ disciples, he rarely saw local independent cultivators above the sixth level of Qi Refining.
With a little thought, he could guess why.
The main reason the six sects came was that batch of mysterious demonic cultivators. In terms of local threats in Changping alone, the greatest was only the ape demon from the Corpse Bone Abyss.
As for those independent cultivators…
Just surviving here with all limbs intact was already a struggle.
Below Foundation Establishment, one couldn’t fly on objects. He could only use a Wind Movement Talisman to take the fastest route.
The trip to the Cold Mountain Market was not only to familiarize himself with the route, but mainly because Dai Rui had mentioned a local specialty pill.
Underworld Springs Dark Pill.