Chapter 23: Transforming into a Demon
Inside the Secret Mystical Realm.
"Hu, hu..."
A black-robed cultivator knelt on one knee and panted heavily. He was dressed in simple clothes and had injuries on his body. He held a long sword in his hand.
However, at this moment, the sword was already broken.
Beside this cultivator was the corpse of a green wolf.
Clearly, a fierce battle had just taken place.
The black-robed cultivator's name was Fang Huan. He was a Foundation Building cultivator. He had heard that a secluded domain of heaven and earth had appeared in the Golden Blade Sect's territory, so he had come to look for opportunities.
The Divine Weapon Pavilion didn't restrict the entry of rogue cultivators, and there were many cultivators like Fang Huan who snuck in.
However, his luck was not good. As soon as he entered the Secret Mystical Realm, he encountered a green wolf that was as strong as a Foundation Building cultivator. He paid a huge price to kill this demon beast.
"Damn it, those disciples from the great sects can enjoy rich cultivation resources without leaving their homes, but we rogue cultivators have to fight to the death here."
Fang Huan gritted his teeth and took out a pill from his bosom. He swallowed it painfully, and his face regained some color.
He could be considered to be slightly talented. He had once signed up to participate in the entrance examination of a large sect, but he had failed. He was also unwilling to go to a small sect, so he simply became a rogue cultivator and lived a carefree life.
Just as he swallowed the healing pill, a strong wind suddenly came from behind him.
Fang Huan rolled on the ground. With a bang, the ground where he had been standing exploded, and a spear was nailed to the ground.
Half-kneeling on the ground, Fang Huan raised his head, his eyes cold.
The great spear thrust from behind with great force. If it weren't for his keen senses and quick reflexes, which allowed him to dodge the attack almost instinctively, Fang Huan would have been dead.
The attacker was also dressed as a rogue cultivator, but unlike Fang Huan, he was in good shape.
He raised his hand, and the great spear flew back into the palm of the ambusher.
When rogue cultivators met, they were naturally green with envy.
The disciples of the major sects had terrifying strength and possessed all kinds of secret techniques and magic treasures. They had to stay far away.
However, a heavily injured lone cultivator was an excellent prey.
Fang Huan's heart sank.
'I'm doomed,' he thought to himself. Suddenly, a wisp of green smoke rose from the wolf's corpse and entered his nose.
Fang Huan's expression changed slightly, and his body trembled. He shrank his shoulders, lowered his head, and gradually bent his spine.
The assailant slowly approached with his spear in hand. Just as he was about to strike, Fang Huan suddenly raised his head!
His palms turned into wolf claws, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He shot up and pounced toward the other party!
The long spear stabbed at him, but it was easily blocked by the wolf's claws.
Fang Huan was like a human-shaped demon. He threw his enemy to the ground and was about to rip his chest open!
After half a minute, the prey stopped struggling and its vitality dissipated.
Fang Huan slowly rose to his feet and looked at his palm. Under the setting sun, the sharp edge of the wolf's claws reflected a sharp light in his eyes.
In the deepest part of his eyes, there was a flame called ambition burning fiercely.
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"Living in the mountains, no one will come poking around..."
Standing on the tree, Lu Xuan looked at the setting sun with his hands behind his back.
After all, the elderly would be in a good mood when they went to the mystical realm to recuperate and watch the sunset.
The Secret Mystical Realm was not a complete world. The sun here was formed by the will of the secret realm.
Although it couldn't compare to the sun condensed by the will of the Heavenly Dao in Archean Eon World, the sunset in the Secret Mystical Realm was quite beautiful.
As someone who was obsessed with aesthetics, Lu Xuan liked everything that looked good.
He had taken in a few disciples before. Regardless of whether they were male or female, all of them had outstanding talent and stunning looks.
As a highly respected and low-key senior, Lu Xuan had always been fair.
With his looks, it was not too much to ask his disciples to be extremely handsome and devastatingly beautiful. This was called measuring others by oneself.
"If you have ordinary talent, please go elsewhere. If you have an ordinary appearance, don't enter my door."
After all, Lu Xuan was a genius himself. Even if he was asked to teach a good-for-nothing, he would not do so.
"Unfortunately, she already has a master..."
Lu Xuan lowered his head and looked at Cheng Lingzhu, feeling a little regretful.
The girl's talent and beauty were in line with his standards, but the rules of the Dushi Sword House were strict, and they did not allow their disciples to go to other schools to become masters.
Lu Xuan thought to himself, 'I'm just teaching you some skills, not kidnapping your disciple. You really don't trust me by being so cautious.'
After taking care of the snake and the brown bear, Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu walked towards the center of the mystical realm.
The closer they were to the core area of the mystical realm, the stronger the demon beasts were.
After a cultivator entered the core area of the mystical realm, the location they were teleported to was completely random.
In other words, some cultivators might be thrown into the big demon's nest to fight the boss at the beginning of the game.
According to Lu Xuan's personal experience, in a mystical realm that only Golden Core Cultivators were allowed to enter, the demon beasts in the core area had to be at least Nascent Soul stage, and there was more than one.
Otherwise, how could it be called a mystical realm trial?
When a mighty figure found a successor, they also had requirements.
The two of them did not deliberately pass through quickly. They killed the demon beasts and sang along the way. Now, they had already entered the area where there were Foundation Building demon beasts.
However, neither of them chose to absorb the demonic energy vortex. Cheng Lingzhu didn't need it, and Lu Xuan didn't think much of the Dao Laws contained within.
As the sky darkened, the two of them stopped moving forward and rested in an empty space in the forest.
When one's cultivation reached the Golden Core stage, objectively speaking, they did not need much sleep.
However, for cultivators, sleep was still very important. Walking, sitting, and lying were all part of cultivation. Sleeping on time was in line with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth and the common sense of nature. Long-term persistence would be greatly beneficial to cultivation.
He had to do what he had to do at the right time.
As the sun set in the west, Cheng Lingzhu had already set up a bonfire. The evening breeze gently brushed against the treetops, and the forest gradually quieted down, giving off a feeling of peace.
Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu weren't the only ones in the vicinity.
Not far away, there was a fox family.
This was a nest of spirit foxes, a family of three, to be exact. The fox parents brought along a little fox.
The little fox was not yet weaned. When it was tired of playing, it went into its mother's arms and began to drink milk.
Father Fox saw this from the side and also laid in Mother Fox's arms, cuddling.
Lu Xuan sighed.
"It's so fun to learn from my son and daughter-in-law..."
...
Beside the bonfire, Lu Xuan chatted with Cheng Lingzhu as he roasted the meat.
The fox family was also nearby. Lu Xuan deliberately fanned in that direction to let the fragrance spread over and use the roasted meat to seduce them.
The little fox was obviously tempted. It ran towards Lu Xuan a few times but its mother brought it back.
However, Father and Mother Fox seemed to be very tempted. They stuck their tongues out and wagged their big tails behind them. They relied on their strong willpower to prevent themselves from being seduced by the hateful humans.
Lu Xuan looked at them with interest. He tore off a few pieces of meat and threw them over, smiling at them.
In the end, the fox family could not resist the temptation. Mother Fox took a few steps forward and took the roasted meat back.
Father Fox, on the other hand, disappeared. After a while, he came out from the depths of the forest with an object in his mouth and placed it three meters away from Lu Xuan.
Then, he used the tip of his nose to push the thing forward, as if to signal.
Lu Xuan smiled slightly, thinking that he had encountered something to repay his kindness today.
He focused his gaze.
The fox brought over a finger bone.
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