Demon Cultivator with Celestial Book

Chapter 352: Chapter 250: I’ll Give You 3 Years to Kill a Master with 1 Punch

The boneyard was deathly still, with only the cold wind whimpering.

Yao Yun collapsed to the ground, leaning against a grave mound, and stared blankly at the mangy, hairless dog lying on the ground.

’Is that Chen Jin?’

’He turned a man into a dog?’

Yao Yun shuddered in shock, a feeling that was immediately replaced by ecstatic joy. Like a drowning person clutching at a life-saving straw, she scrambled to straighten up and began kowtowing forcefully to Jiang Yi.

Half her tongue had been bitten off, and her words were slurred and indistinct. She could only repeat the same phrase:

"I beg... Exalted One... for your mercy!"

Jiang Yi’s gaze swept lightly over Yao Yun’s wretched figure and turbulent state of mind. His eyes glinted faintly, like a pair of lit candles.

Although he wasn’t in the Flying Foundation Establishment Realm and couldn’t divine the karmic threads or heavenly secrets of a Mortal with a mere flick of his fingers...

...his mastery of fire techniques from the Combined Refining of Bingding was so exquisite that it took him no effort at all to clearly perceive the hidden thoughts in Yao Yun’s heart, her internal and external auras, and even the changes deep within her soul.

’Her nation destroyed, her family lost, a national tragedy and a personal vendetta... Faced with the treacherous servant Chen Jin’s betrayal, she decisively bit her tongue to commit suicide... Heh, her fate is no ordinary one. No wonder she was able to attract the Talisman Decree.’

Jiang Yi was intrigued. Ever since he had reached the Qi Cultivation Twelfth Layer, he had only interacted with the True Inheritance Disciples of Ancestral Sects or unfathomably profound True Monarchs.

Every word and deed, every single move, had to be carefully considered. He was forced to keep his Heart Spirit taut and remain ever-vigilant.

Even when he had publicly demonstrated the Dao at the Hongshui Dharma Assembly, stunning everyone present, he had appeared calm and effortless. In reality, he was walking on thin ice, and it was anything but a relaxed or pleasant experience.

Now, having descended from Juku Isle and responded to Yao Yun’s desperate plea to come to the mortal realm, Jiang Yi felt something different.

It was as if a great Jiao or Mang had moved from a vast ocean to a mere river, where it could become the undisputed king with a simple shake of its body.

’So this is how satisfying it feels for an Upper Cultivator to deal with a Lower Cultivator.’

As this thought crossed Jiang Yi’s mind, he spoke:

"I am already fully aware of what you seek.

Restoring the old dynasty and overthrowing the Liyang would be as easy as turning my hand.

However, you are the last scion of the Yao imperial family. This is a karmic debt that you should settle yourself.

I have two options for you to choose from. You must listen carefully."

Yao Yun was utterly devout, looking as if she wanted to bury her head in the dirt. Enduring the intense pain, she cried out:

"Exalted One... you are merciful!"

Jiang Yi said softly:

"First, I can grant you an Elixir to heal your injuries, regenerate your flesh and blood, regrow your tongue, and also bestow upon you a divine technique that leads directly to the Twelve Transformations of the Mortal Realm.

"Second, while I walk the mortal realm, I require a person to attend to me, to run my errands and handle trivial matters."

Yao Yun’s mind was sharp as a tack. Hearing this, she answered without hesitation, forcing the words out with her severed tongue:

"I... I wish to remain by the Exalted One’s side, to serve you loyally and be at your command!"

’The founding emperor of the Great Enterprise was blessed with a heavenly fortune. He formed a bond with that Exalted One from Zhixuan Temple and soared to the heavens like a carp leaping over the dragon gate.’

’From a beggar holding a broken bowl, he became the founding emperor who conquered the world on horseback!’

’Being granted miraculous elixirs and peerless divine techniques sounds wonderful, but how could that compare to serving the Exalted One and listening to his teachings!’

’Clever enough.’

Jiang Yi nodded. The reason he had asked this was mainly to observe Yao Yun’s character and see if she was worthy of a greater purpose.

"In that case, come with me."

He flicked his sleeve, drawing Yao Yun inside it, then rode his Profound Light and shot into the sky.

The boneyard, with its forest of grave mounds, remained chillingly suffused with yin energy.

All that remained was the wild dog, its eyes filled with terror, its frantic barks echoing into the night sky.

...

...

By the banks of the Da Long River, a strange peak stood tall.

Jiang Yi halted his Profound Light, took out a Water Mansion he had acquired in Fulong Gorge, and cast it down below.

The object grew as it met the wind, parting the river waves and transforming into a magnificent dwelling.

Jiang Yi stood with his hands behind his back. He took a step, and his body dissolved into smoke, slipping inside. Then, he released Yao Yun, who had been enveloped in the Profound Light.

’What is this place? It’s far more luxurious and grand than the Ningqing Palace!’

Yao Yun’s mouth fell open in astonishment. The floors were paved with white jade, the couches were made of coral, and treasured pearls were embedded everywhere, casting a brilliant light. Auspicious mists swirled about, coalescing into dense clouds.

It was like the manor of an Immortal!

’So, it’s not entirely without reason that the Cultivators of Yanfu all consider themselves "the best of the people."’

’Mortals from these minor realms truly lack worldly experience.’

This Water Mansion was merely a mid-grade Magical Artifact, with the ability to change size at will and some spatial storage properties.

In the Innate Sect, every disciple of the upper courtyards had one.

"Your injuries aren’t severe. It’s just that accumulated fatigue has led to illness, leaving a chronic ailment. Your body is weak and your qi is deficient."

With a casual wave of his hand, Jiang Yi circulated his True Qi, drawing the water essence qi from the entire Da Long River toward him.

He then refined it with his Magical Power, and in less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, he had formed seven or eight drops of sparkling, translucent Spiritual Water.

"Take one drop a day. It will wash your marrow and cleanse your bones."

Yao Yun was dumbfounded. The methods this Exalted One employed were simply mysterious and unfathomable.

In her understanding, only a Spirit Refining Grandmaster at the Twelfth Transformation of the Mortal Realm could possibly achieve Sympathy with Heaven and Earth and command the various forms of Primordial Qi.

The Library Pavilion of the Great Enterprise Dynasty had detailed records of four such World-Stationed Grandmasters who had come from Zhixuan Temple. They could spit wind and thunder or command water and fire, making them like gods or demons—utterly invincible.

’The Da Long River stretches for eight hundred li, irrigating tens of thousands of acres of fertile land on both banks... and the Exalted One just directly drew upon its Water Vein to refine it into Spiritual Water.’

Yao Yun carefully cupped the Jade Bottle in her hands and placed the seven or eight translucent droplets inside:

’All the miraculous elixirs in the world cannot compare to a Spiritual Object formed from the Essence of Heaven and Earth.’

’Back then, my Father Emperor repeatedly dispatched alchemists to sea, seeking Spiritual Objects and Resources to refine rare Treasure Pills. They toiled for decades but always returned empty-handed...’

After bestowing the Spiritual Water, Jiang Yi paid Yao Yun no more mind. He opened the door to the Water Mansion on his own and entered a Quiet Chamber to sit down.

He closed his eyes in contemplation, mulling over this recent Opportunity:

’Mortal realm cultivation is divided into twelve transformations.

Nourishing Life, Training Strength, Hardness and Softness, Internal Breath, Bone Tempering, Tendon Forging, Internal Fortification... How meticulous.’