Cultivating Immortality in Two Realms

Chapter 470 News of Death

Dear readers, this chapter is a bit messy, please bear with it and take a general look.

Horse Head Vajra Temple.

"Brahman, Brahman..."

Wuneng Shengduzi clasped his hands together and silently recited scriptures.

Even if he is a free man in ordinary times, when he encounters the Buddhist decree issued by the Great Snow Mountain, he still has no choice but to obey.

In fact, during his daily practice, he could faintly sense that the blessings from the secret source and the lineage of the Dharma were increasing!

Now, he is no less than the best among those in the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm.

Unfortunately, the power of the Dharma lineage and the followers ultimately has its limits, and it was impossible to elevate him to the position of Great Dharma King.

At that moment, Katsunodoko paused, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Um……

"This person is physically powerful and practices unorthodox methods. Although not a 'woman'... after Sangji and Xu Hei, I can utilize her body to unleash my combat power."

Fang Qing sniffed his arm, feeling the power hidden within, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

This Sheng Neng Du Zi was the evil Du Zi he had personally transformed, who cultivated the "Vajra Protector Divine Skill." Due to its evil nature, it could be directly applied to his current cultivation.

He had already achieved remarkable mastery of this technique, cultivating his physical body to the point where it rivaled that of a mid-stage deity; in other words, he could contend with certain celestial beings.

Of course, this is only a means of resistance; if the opponent's methods become more persistent, defeat is inevitable.

At the same time, he has mastered a variety of techniques such as "Vajra Divine Power", "Heat Illumination", and "Vajra Barrier"... At least, he has an overwhelming advantage when dealing with ordinary Purple Mansion True Persons.

He looked around, opened up the void, and stepped into it.

The scenery inside the Vajra Temple is delightful, a lush and verdant area that originally belonged to a certain owner.

Later, the Fang family sent clansmen to settle here, forming a new residence.

Fang Daoling's move from the Fang family home to this place added to the lively atmosphere.

Fang Qing came here to see the place for the sake of the Fang family's bloodline.

Although Ji Shui's family had concubines in the past, those two concubines had no connection with him after they moved to Xituo County. Only this bloodline continued, so he no longer cared too much about it.

Moreover, when the bloodline divination was performed back then, this branch of the Fang family was not favored, and their relationship with their ancestor, Uncle Anaxian, was not close, so he naturally held a prejudice against it.

But this is just one perspective.

"As a descendant of a Golden Core Immortal, it's truly baffling that our ancestor could have lived such a miserable life under those circumstances..."

Fang Qing stood above the void, his figure concealed, overlooking the manor, feeling a mix of emotions.

He still feels lingering fear when he thinks about the setbacks he has experienced before.

"We've actually encountered a counterattack from a True Immortal of the Purple Mansion... If it weren't for Xu's earlier support, our Fang family would probably have been torn apart long ago..."

After a chaotic escape to a secluded place, settling the clansmen was another huge undertaking.

If it weren't for the fact that a concubine had been sent here beforehand, the situation might have been even more complicated.

Only now has the situation finally calmed down enough to allow us to gather information on the movements of other forces.

"Master!"

Fang Daoling sat comfortably in the main seat of the manor, with Hu Yunqi beside him.

A cultivator from the Fang family entered the hall and bowed, saying, "Bai family, the Four Directions Merchant Guild has moved to the Secret Realm. It is said that they plan to independently establish a temple to receive offerings..."

"The Bai family and the Four Directions Chamber of Commerce are both Purple Mansion forces, so they will receive preferential treatment wherever they go."

Wan Dao Linggan sighed, then asked the crucial question: "What about Canghai Sect? How is my son?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Yunqi, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but clench the hem of his clothes.

"Canghai Sect..." The Yin Corpse Sect came with overwhelming force, and Canghai Sect had no time to react. Only a few cultivators managed to escape... The young master had been in seclusion, breaking through to the Dao Foundation stage. His cave was heavily guarded, and the situation was chaotic. No one could intervene, and there had been no movement... It was likely that he had been crushed into pieces by the mountains...

After saying these words, the Fang family cultivator left the hall.

Fang Daoling stood like a statue, while Hu Yunqi beside him wept uncontrollably. "Xuan Que... it's all your fault. You forced him to go to the Canghai Sect back then, and now it's a case of an old man burying his young son. It's truly an inescapable tragedy... My son has the potential to build a Dao foundation, but he can't reverse the tide of fate. Waaah..."

In fact, Fang Xuanque had a good foundation and was skilled in cultivating the Water Virtue, so breaking through to the Dao Foundation was almost a certainty.

However, even if one is not moved to the Evil Mountains and crushed into pieces by the Yin Corpse Sect after this upheaval, encountering a change in spiritual energy could still lead to failure in breaking through to the Dao Foundation and death.

However, Hu Yunqi clearly didn't care about this at all; he only felt sullen and coughed up a mouthful of blood...

"Madam?" Beside her, Xiao Dian, dressed as a maid, carefully bent down, picked up the blood from the ground, and wiped it with a piece of jade...

Most of them were descendants of the Zeng family. The Zeng family and the Fang family had a blood feud. After Fang Wuchen returned, the ringleader of the Zeng family was eliminated, and the remaining Zeng family members became slaves.

The Zeng family has produced cultivators in the past, and the clan has a good bloodline. Many of their descendants are cultivators, specializing in the cultivation of the Azure Flame.

The Fang family had once been allied with the Zeng family through marriage, but many of the maids came from the Zeng family. Now, in the Exuan and Weizhi generations, many Zeng family women have given birth to Fang family descendants.

By continuously having offspring, the Zeng family gradually cleared their name and instead gained many benefits from the Fang family, becoming a staunch vassal of the Fang family.

This time, by moving to the Hidden Realm, the Yin Corpse Sect actually escaped the catastrophe of the complete annihilation of Xituo County...

Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise...

Fang Qing could only sigh as he looked at all this before shifting his gaze. While ordinary people were worried that Fang Daozong had only lost one son, the mortals of Xituo County had almost all perished, yet they had been fortunate enough to escape unscathed.

He sensed the void and saw fluctuations in the void to the northeast, with a faint feeling of supernatural powers colliding.

"Demons? They arrived so quickly..."

Fang Qing wandered through the void and came to a high peak. He saw several demonic birds circling in the sky, flying effortlessly toward the Secret Peak.

For winged demonic birds, compared to the Yin Corpse Sect's need to offer sacrifices to quell natural disasters, they are practically omnipotent.

As the demonic bird circled, the area outside the temple was already littered with bones. Many of the bones bore peck marks, and some of the bloodstains had faded. Clearly, some villains and slaves had tried to escape to the temple for protection, only to be completely devoured halfway there.

Inside that temple, there was only a faint, dim, and uncertain light emanating from the glass, as if it might disappear at any moment.

"Oh? This small temple actually hides the original power, that's amazing... Although there are only bookish Taoist priests in the temple, they have managed to barely advance to the Purple Mansion level by relying on the mandala formation and combining the power of the lineage's source... Otherwise, they would have been devoured by that great demon long ago."

"What exactly is this primordial power?"

A hint of excitement flashed in Fang Qing's eyes as he appeared from the void and gently waved his sleeve.

Suddenly, the countless demonic birds roasted him, as if a raging fire was burning inside him, completely incinerating his body and cultivation.

"Who murdered the people of our Great Wind Tribe?"

With a furious roar, a huge image of a demonic bird appeared in the void, transforming into a demon king, who turned out to be an old acquaintance of Fang Qing.

Owl King? Long time no see. You've already mastered the Four Supernatural Powers?

Although it only reached the pinnacle of the four methods, it was still quite remarkable, containing the desire to acquire gold...

Fang Qing sighed inwardly.

This demon king had an old grudge against the Great Wind Tribe and had once cooperated with the Taihuang Heavenly Kitchen God on a mission, from which he reaped considerable benefits.

Later, the destruction of the Women's Kingdom and the pursuit of the Demon Moon Grandmaster... were all inextricably linked to this Demon King.

He appeared from the void, smiling faintly: "It is a great joy to see an old friend again... Since you are destined to meet the Demon King, please offer a piece of your flesh and blood as an offering to this old monk, how about it?"

"Old man, are you looking for death?"

The Parrot Demon King was furious. It could sense that the other party was merely a disciple, and was even at the Refinement Stage.

Although he is quite capable, he lacks the support of a powerful figure behind him.

No matter how powerful they are, they are only comparable to True Persons in the early or middle stages of the Purple Mansion realm.

And it is already close to the peak of the Purple Mansion realm!

Fang Qing snorted disdainfully, and the demonic energy that filled the sky twisted like feathers, crashing down with a deafening roar.

A long, slender bird claw, with a metallic sheen, extended from the void and hovered above the old monk's head, as if preparing to pry open the Taoist's skull and devour his brains.

The evil divine position of the Purple Demon King changed drastically.

Under its evil supernatural powers, even a late-stage Grand True Immortal of the Purple Mansion realm suffered severe injuries and coughed up blood...

However, at that moment, its claws seemed to touch something even harder than the Purple Mansion magic weapon, leaving not even a trace.

"Who is this person?!"

The Parrot Demon King screamed, flapped its wings, and was followed by four divine lights as it hastily fled into the void.

Beneath its wings, a strange black hair appeared, thick as a spear, exuding a strong demonic aura.

Unfortunately, it didn't have time to react; the world had already changed!

A crimson sun loomed overhead, its rays piercing the towering, ravine-filled landscape below.

That is the "World God Power" of the "Immovable King Vajra Barrier"!

The spear-shaped black hair trapped within the boundary magic burned fiercely, seemingly trying to break through this magical barrier and connect with some strange and evil being.

That being was as large as a mountain, entirely black, and engulfed in flames, its light as sharp as a dog's...

What a mysterious servant god!

pity……

Fang Qing reached out and the spear-shaped dog hair fell into his hand. With a casual rub, it instantly turned into ashes and scattered all over the ground.

The sun shone with golden light, and the magical barrier became even stronger, protecting it from the outside world.

The connection that had been established vanished without a trace.

Upon seeing this, the Demon King Yimang couldn't help but show a look of despair on his face.

After a while.

Rumble!

Outside that small temple, a sudden storm arose, the sky darkened, and numerous spiritual beings floated in the void, falling like raindrops... Had the supernatural powers collapsed?

Inside the temple, a monk sitting cross-legged seemed to sense the impending extinction of the lamp. He looked up at the drops of blood falling, but a look of joy appeared on his face...