Demon Cultivator with Celestial Book

Chapter 353: Chapter 250: I’ll Give You Three Years to Kill a Master with a Single Punch

’The so-called Spirit Refinement Grandmasters, hailed as living gods and buddhas, are probably on par with the Qi Cultivation Tenth Layer of the Yanfu Vast Land.’

Jiang Yi shook his head. According to the details he’d gotten from Yao Yun, the four great Spirit Refinement Grandmasters combined wouldn’t be able to withstand a single blast of the Crimson Divine Light.

’It’s useless to stay in the mortal realm for long. My Opportunity is the "Ziwu Fire."

This thing has long vanished from the outside world, but Juku Continent is isolated from Yanfu. Plus, the Ancient Demon Cultivators who settled here flourished and developed their own Cultivation system, so it now holds many fortunes.’

Anyone else would probably be running around like a headless chicken, trying to find any clue of its whereabouts. But Jiang Yi, with the Celestial Book in hand, had no such worries.

As a golden light flashed in his eyes, dense, tadpole-like characters gradually manifested, immediately revealing the location of the Ziwu Fire.

’Just as I thought.’

Jiang Yi examined the text closely. This "Ziwu Fire" was just like the "Kan Lower Water" he had lacked when previously gathering the Six-Unity Great Medicine.

Both are things born of heaven and earth. They must be guided according to the situation and obtained at the opportune moment.

’Kan Lower Water required treading through perils and dangers, passing through them with ease to harvest that wisp of "intent from peril" and merge it with the True Qi in one’s body.

This "Ziwu Fire" is also called "Wen-Wu Fire." It’s an internal medicine, but it cannot be harvested from oneself.

The civil can stabilize the world, the martial can sweep the universe... The Ziwu Fire must be obtained through others.’

A look of understanding flashed in Jiang Yi’s eyes. No wonder Yao Yun’s ancestor had received such a great fortune, rising from a mere beggar to a founding emperor.

’That "person from beyond the heavens" must have chosen the founding ancestor of the Great Enterprise in order to harvest the Ziwu Fire.’

’So, the karma of my Talisman Decree is tied to Yao Yun, this orphaned descendant of the Great Enterprise’s imperial family.’

Jiang Yi sorted through his thoughts. With his abilities, it wouldn’t be difficult to help Yao Yun carve out a territory, win every battle, and contend for the throne.

But he had to consider whether Lord Heavenly Will would approve.

The Spiritual Energy and Resources in this realm were comparable to Beimang Ridge—barren and desolate.

Yet, there was a "colossal Qi Mechanism" that constantly pressed down on him.

Jiang Yi dared to say that the suppression felt by a True Inheritance disciple from an Ancestral Sect was likely even greater.

Once he defied the "Heavenly Will," he would immediately face a backlash.

Although he didn’t know the exact reason, he felt a foreboding sense of great danger from the unseen.

’In that case, I’ll just have to use a few tricks.’

Having made up his mind, Jiang Yi closed his eyes again and consulted the Celestial Book about several key questions, gaining a clear understanding of each one.

Within the Da Long River, a water mansion floated.

Seven days passed in a flash, and Yao Yun’s appearance had changed drastically.

Nourished by the spiritual water, which harmonized her qi and blood, her once sallow, emaciated body, thin as a stalk of straw, gradually filled out.

Like a willow branch sprouting new shoots, she began to show some color.

Even in her tattered clothes, her skin, as white as fine porcelain, and the faint fragrance emanating from her body all indicated that this nineteenth princess of the Great Enterprise was a budding beauty.

Yao Yun silently circulated her technique, absorbing the spiritual water:

’To think I can serve an Upper God and have received such a heaven-defying fortune...’

After all, among the countless members of the Great Enterprise’s imperial clan, not a single one had been able to summon an Upper God in hundreds of years.

Even several generations of new emperors, who had resided in the Eastern Palace and ascended the throne, couldn’t even step past the gates of Zhixuan Temple.

That was why the Great Enterprise declined from its peak, eventually allowing Liyang to cross the pass and take its place.

’The "Sacred Tome of Awakening" left by the founding ancestor mentioned that an Upper God only descends to the mortal world when they seek something.

I must be useful to the Upper God...’

Yao Yun knew in her heart that the Upper God’s Magical Power was boundless, his abilities reaching the heavens and piercing the earth. No one in this world could possibly stand against him.

The sacred sites that dominated the various lands had all received fortunes from an Upper God, which was how they established their foundations.

For instance, within the Great Enterprise’s territory, "Zhixuan Temple" was revered as a sacred site. The first act of every new emperor upon ascending the throne was to personally pay homage to Zhixuan Temple to show their sincerity.

And Liyang, entrenched in the lands of Baishan and Heishui, had also once received the blessing of an Upper God.

’Zhixuan Temple, Great Snow Mountain, Skyscraping Cliff, Spirit Vulture Palace...’

Yao Yun mentally listed the world’s sacred sites. Zhixuan Temple possessed the ’True Form Map of the World,’ and any expert who viewed it could comprehend an unparalleled divine technique.

It had produced four Spirit Refinement Grandmasters, who had become famous throughout the world.

Great Snow Mountain, on the other hand, enshrined an artifact left behind by an Upper God. Though its exact nature was unknown, every master of Great Snow Mountain could receive an empowerment from this object.

There were even rumors that before a master of Great Snow Mountain passed away, they would entrust their Power into it, leaving it for the next generation.

This generational inheritance allowed Great Snow Mountain to remain powerful for hundreds of years, showing no signs of decline.

This was what had allowed Liyang’s armies to be invincible, seizing the sacred artifacts of the Great Enterprise’s Sheji.

When Skyscraping Cliff’s Sacred Flame Edict appeared, all the heroes of the martial world would bow their heads in submission.

Spirit Vulture Palace, however, was reclusive and otherworldly, and its disciples rarely ventured out into the world.

’If the Upper God helps me, can the four sacred sites even stand in the way?’

Yao Yun muttered to herself, feeling uncertain.

As her thoughts were running wild, a clear voice suddenly resonated in the lake of her heart:

"Come see me."

Yao Yun scrambled to her feet and hurried toward the Quiet Chamber where the Upper God was in seclusion.

She knelt respectfully outside the door, keeping her head bowed low. Having grown up in the imperial family since she was a child, this nineteenth princess understood the importance of rules better than anyone.

A person of low status must not look directly at their superior.

To do so was considered a grave affront.

In the imperial palace of the Great Enterprise, it was punishable by being beaten to death with a staff.

"After seven days of recuperation, your body is finally presentable."

Jiang Yi gave her a casual glance and bestowed upon her an ordinary Elixir, telling her to take it.

She immediately obeyed, swallowing it without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing this, Jiang Yi felt a hint of approval.

’There are three essentials for a Lower Cultivator. First, they must be "useful material."

Second, they must be "loyal and gentle," whether it’s genuine or not, so long as the Upper Cultivator approves.

Third, they must be "clever," but not deliberately show it off.’

So far, Yao Yun met two of the criteria.

"I... I can speak?"

Yao Yun took the Elixir. Before long, her qi and blood surged as if boiling, her entire body grew scorching hot, and a tingling, itching sensation filled her mouth.

In an instant, the severed half of her tongue had grown back completely.

"Thank you for your grace, Upper God!"

Yao Yun kowtowed forcefully, expressing her inner excitement.

Jiang Yi looked down at her and said:

"Raise your head."

Yao Yun slowly lifted her head. The Upper God’s figure had been shrouded in endless radiance, his face blurry and indistinct like smoke and clouds, his true appearance impossible to discern.

But now, as she looked again, she couldn’t help but be astonished.

"The Upper God... is so young!"

What appeared before her was the face of a serene youth.

He was brimming with a Daoist aura, his bearing magnificent, looking just like an immortal from a painting.

For a moment, Yao Yun stared, utterly captivated.

’Not bad. A mid-to-high grade Jeweled Jade Life.’

Jiang Yi nodded. Fates were divided into nine grades, and this nineteenth princess of the Great Enterprise barely qualified for the "Jeweled Jade Life" rank. She was worth nurturing.

’A natural Water Life. Good. I happen to have a relevant Cultivation Technique here.’

His thoughts raced as his eyes quietly sized up Yao Yun.

"Do you know who the strongest expert in this area is?"

Yao Yun knew this was the Da Long River, under the jurisdiction of Zhenbei Province.

She thought for a moment, trying hard to recall, and said a name:

"The number one man of the Liyang Court, Jin Wushu."

Jiang Yi nodded and asked again:

"What is his Realm?"

"The tenth level of the Mortal Realm, Divine Transformation!"

Jiang Yi said softly:

"Very good. I will give you three years.

Three years from now, you will kill him."

Yao Yun’s lips parted slightly, but she stopped herself from speaking.

’Kill Jin Wushu in three years?’

’That man is the Great General of Liyang! He has fought on the battlefield for decades, his Martial Arts have reached the pinnacle, and he once single-handedly topped the "Hidden Dragon Rankings."’

’Before Liyang even crossed the pass, he had fought against many of the Great Enterprise’s top experts and returned victorious every time.’

’He even made the arrogant and mocking claim that a single Liyang soldier could hold off ten from the Great Enterprise, and that if they met on the battlefield, the Great Enterprise would surely flee in disarray. His words sparked public outrage.’

’But Jin Wushu had tempered his physique with the "Golden Anointment" bestowed by a master from Great Snow Mountain. He is immune to blades and spears, hard both inside and out, and possesses the strength of nine bulls and two tigers.’

’A man like that... can be killed by me in three years?’

Yao Yun didn’t doubt the Upper God; she just doubted herself.

She was merely at the fourth transformation of the Mortal Realm, the Internal Breath stage.

’Even if the Upper God grants me an empowerment and teaches me a divine technique, wouldn’t it take ten or eight years to hastily digest and absorb it all?’

"From today onward, you will go to the Da Long River every day and fight the tide."

Jiang Yi didn’t elaborate, simply giving the command in a detached tone.

Ten years in Juku Continent was one day in the outside world.

With such a flow of time, teaching Yao Yun to kill a tenth-transformation Mortal Realm expert in three years would take no effort at all and was hardly a difficult task.