Cultivation: I have an omnipotent land

Chapter 60 Legend of Cangwu

Outside the herb garden, at the broken part of the formation, mist suddenly surged, and fragmented runes flickered, as if someone was constantly bombarding the formation.

The next moment, as the magic array shattered, a crack opened, and several cultivators flew out from it.

"Finally out." Wang Debao breathed a sigh of relief. He had just escaped death and survived.

"This is all thanks to Senior Brother Xiao's profound magic." Yan Yuxue smiled and looked at Xiao Ming.

"It was just luck," Xiao Ming waved his hand.

"Such magic, such skill, how can one word describe such incredible luck?" Wu Yun, standing to the side, shook his head with a smile, then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Junior Brother Xiao, I will remember this favor. If you need my help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."

"Senior Brother Wu, you're too kind." Xiao Ming could tell that Wu Yun was indeed a trustworthy and honest person.

"Senior Brother Wu, what are your plans for the future?" Yan Yuxue asked.

"Although Mr. Wu survived by sheer luck, he was seriously injured. He plans to find a safe place to heal his injuries and then find an exit to leave."

"Senior Brother Wu, I had the same idea. Why don't we travel together?" Wang Debao quickly called out from the side.

He didn't want to stay in this awful place for even a second longer.

"That's fine then." Yan Yuxue nodded and took out a map from her storage bag. "This map shows several possible exits; you can go and look for them."

"Then thank you very much, Junior Sister Yan." Wu Yun smiled and accepted the map, then left the place with Wang Debao.

"Senior Brother Xiao, I know a few other possible treasure locations. Why don't we team up and explore them?" Yan Yuxue invited Xiao Ming.

The girl gazed at the person in front of her, her eyes filled with anticipation.

However, Xiao Ming shook his head. Thinking of the two magical artifacts he had destroyed and the terror of that evil spirit, he began to consider retreating.

"It's already quite an achievement to get this far. Although continuing to explore might yield even greater rewards, whether we'll have the same luck as today is hard to say."

"I see." The expectation in the girl's eyes dimmed.

"Since Senior Brother Xiao is determined to leave, then I won't insist. Please keep this map safe." Yan Yuxue said, handing over another map.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Ming frowned and softly advised, "Junior Sister Yan, although this secret realm offers many opportunities, it is also fraught with danger. Don't take too many risks."

Looking at Yan Yuxue in front of him, Xiao Ming inexplicably thought of Mo Lao, Wei Niang, Uncle Ye, and the three disciples of Xuan Leizi, all of whom died because of greed.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior brother, but I have my own considerations, so I won't bother you any longer." After saying this, the girl flew away, her eyes filled with resolute determination.

The hatred of her clan's annihilation is etched in her heart; how could she stop here?

According to the information brought back by their elders, the closer they get to that giant mountain, the more dangerous it becomes, but the more treasures they can obtain.

If she could get inside, it might be the biggest turning point in her life.

"Grandpa, Father, please watch over me from heaven," Yan Yuxue prayed in her heart.

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In a dense forest at the foot of the mountain, a blood-red coffin stood on the ground, and a young man dressed in the robes of the Corpse Soul Sect sat cross-legged in front of the coffin, meditating.

This person was none other than Ling Tianyu, who had escaped using the blood-red coffin. At this moment, his face was pale and his breathing was erratic, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

Fortunately, with the help of the blood-red coffin, his injuries finally stabilized.

Just then, several black blades slashed down.

Ling Tianyu, who was meditating, did not react, but the blood-red coffin moved on its own and quickly blocked in front of Ling Tianyu.

The black blades struck the blood-red coffin, but only left a few shallow marks.

"Who is it? Show yourself." Ling Tianyu opened his eyes.

"Sigh, I thought we'd succeeded just like that." Shen Tu Ren walked out carrying his black sword, carefully examining the blood-red coffin.

"Tsk tsk, it can even protect its owner automatically, it's truly a wonderful treasure."

Upon hearing this, Ling Tianyu's gaze turned strange. "What, do you intend to rob me?"

"Your injuries have not yet healed, and you would not have the upper hand in a fight. Why not give this treasure to me? As long as you agree, I will not make things difficult for you," Shen Tu Ren said with a smile.

"You rogue cultivator, you're utterly shameless," Ling Tianyu laughed mockingly.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I must remind you that I, Shen Tu Ren, rose from a mere bandit to where I am today not only because of my shamelessness, but also because of this knife in my hand." Shen Tu Ren played with the black knife in his hand and laughed along.

"A robber is a robber. Even if he becomes a cultivator, he will only know how to plunder and take from others, and he will be greedy by nature."

"I may be a bandit, but when it comes to plundering and cannibalism, I can't compare to you aristocratic families and sects," Shen Tu Ren sneered.

"In order to mine spirit stones, you aristocratic families and sects wantonly plunder people, throwing men, women, and children into the mines to work day and night. Even if they die from exhaustion, their corpses are used as materials for corpse refining, and even their souls are used to fill the soul-summoning banners, not even giving them a chance to reincarnate."

Ling Tianyu had heard about these things before. The Corpse Soul Sect had always acted this way, so he didn't bother to explain. Instead, he changed the subject.

"I'm curious, you're just a rogue cultivator, yet you act so recklessly and greedily. Aren't you afraid of running into trouble one day?"

"Heaven and earth are like a furnace, and only a single thread can be fought for. If one does not fight, how can one step onto the path of immortality? If one is not greedy, how can one improve one's cultivation? If one is afraid, how could I, Shen Tu Ren, have come this far?" As soon as Shen Tu Ren finished speaking, he instantly appeared in front of Ling Tian Yu, and slashed down with his black blade.

Just then, a hoarse laugh suddenly came from inside the blood-red coffin.

The next moment, the coffin lid flew out like a cannonball, knocking Shen Tu Ren backward.

"Hehehe... You young man, although your cultivation is still shallow, your character is quite good."

From the blood-red coffin emerged a young man dressed in a black robe with blood patterns. His skin was as pale as a corpse, and his pupils were blood red, making him look exceptionally eerie.

"Ancestor, you have finally emerged from seclusion." Ling Tianyu's face lit up with joy upon seeing this.

"Ancestor?"

Upon hearing this word, Shen Tu Ren did not hesitate at all. He took out a talisman, stuck it on his foot, and fled at top speed.

However, the blood-eyed man calmly waved his hand, and several blood-red chains flew out from his sleeves, darting through the dense forest like serpents, easily catching up with Shen Tu Ren and binding him back.

"You are... a Foundation Establishment cultivator!" Shen Tu Ren struggled desperately.

"Hmph, how could a mere rogue cultivator like you possibly imagine the Ancestor's realm?" Ling Tianyu said from the side.

Upon hearing this, Shen Tu Ren seemed to realize something, and his eyes filled with despair.

"Are you that old ghost Ling?"

boom!

With a clench of his fist, the blood-eyed man caused Shen Tu Blade to explode into a bloody mist. As he opened his mouth and inhaled, all the essence of his flesh and blood was completely devoured.

"It's an honor for a mere Qi Refining cultivator to die at my hands, Ling Chenliang's hands," the blood-eyed man muttered to himself.

"Congratulations, Ancestor, you have mastered the divine skill." Ling Tianyu quickly began to flatter him.

"His physical body was destroyed, so what's the point of mastering divine skills? In this emergency, I had to temporarily choose a Qi Refining cultivator to possess. It took a lot of effort to restore him to the Foundation Establishment level." Thinking of this, Old Ghost Ling nodded to Ling Tianyu.

"You're quite clever. Without the blood and essence sacrifice of those juniors, I probably wouldn't be able to get out of the coffin so quickly."

"This is what a junior should do," Ling Tianyu said, then changed the subject.

"It's just that I still don't understand why the Ancestor doesn't return to the sect. With the Ancestor's status and resources in the sect, he could easily obtain a better physical body and recover to the Core Formation stage in no time."

"What do you know? If I return to the sect and recover my cultivation, this great opportunity will have nothing to do with me."

"Ancestor, what kind of opportunity is here that would make a Core Formation cultivator like you make such a great sacrifice?"

"Not to mention me, even if it were Ancestor Xuan Yin, he would rush over immediately if he knew."

"Ancestor Xuan Yin!" Ling Tianyu was shocked upon hearing this. Ancestor Xuan Yin was the only Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Corpse Soul Sect.

"Have you heard the legend of Cangwu Mountain?" Old Ghost Ling raised his head, his gaze piercing through the dense forest, over the mountains and the rolling sea of ​​clouds, to look at the towering mountain whose outline had been revealed. It was hidden behind the mountains and the sea of ​​mist, visible but unattainable.

"I've never heard of it," Ling Tianyu said, shaking his head blankly.

"At the beginning of cultivation, the Dao was spread in Cangwu. In ancient times, the Southern Frontier was a place where demons and beasts lived, and mortals had no place to stand. A powerful cultivator crossed over from another realm, drove away demons and beasts, and established laws and spread the Dao in Cangwu Mountain. Only then did the Southern Frontier have the lineage of cultivation."

"A powerful cultivator! Enacting laws and spreading the Dao?" Ling Tianyu was so shocked by this information that he was speechless.

"I've only heard about these deeds in some ancient books. In short, in the eyes of those powerful beings with boundless cultivation, we are no different from ordinary people. If we can obtain even a little bit of the legacy of a powerful cultivator, then we have a chance to reach the Nascent Soul stage."

"Our ancestor is blessed with boundless good fortune; he will surely receive the great man's legacy." Ling Tianyu quickly began to flatter him.

"Tianyu, you are the most talented junior in my Ling family. I will give you two choices. First, you can pretend you know nothing and return the way you came, which will guarantee your life. Second, you can come with me to explore the opportunities here. As for life and death... that will be up to fate."

Upon hearing this, Ling Tianyu remained silent for a moment before his gaze hardened. "Ancestor, I choose the second path."

"Hmm, not bad, your heart for seeking the Dao is quite resilient." Old Ghost Ling nodded.

"That rogue cultivator was right. We cultivators have embarked on the path of cultivation, so we must strive and be greedy. Without greed and striving, how can we find a path forward?"