222: Gather at Tianzhu Peak to preach!

“Uh, Revered Master, didn’t you just carve this from a random piece of wood…?”

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

Xun Nanleng’s phrase, “just carved,” was like a poisoned steel needle.

The scene was, for a moment, extremely awkward.

Lu Yuchen’s eye twitched uncontrollably, and he almost couldn't maintain his composure.

Damn it, this kid’s eyesight was too sharp.

As expected of a Child of Luck with an Acquired Demonic Heart, his observational skills were truly different.

“Cough.”

Lu Yuchen cleared his throat, forcefully trying to save face, his voice carrying a hint of “you don’t understand.”

“The Great Dao is simple, returning to its original purity. How could a true Demonic Path Legacy be constrained by the newness or oldness of external objects?”

“This is a Legacy of ‘intent,’ not a Legacy of ‘form.’”

His words were full of gravitas.

Although Xun Nanleng felt that something was off, seeing his Master’s confident demeanor, he ultimately nodded with a mix of belief and doubt.

“Go,” Lu Yuchen waved his hand.

“Meditate and perceive, see if you have a connection with my Demonic Path.”

Xun Nanleng said no more. He walked to the freshly carved “Ancient Demonic Ancestor” statue, which even carried a faint scent of wood, and sat down cross-legged.

He slowly closed his eyes, his mind completely immersed within it.

Time passed, minute by minute.

One day.

Two days.

Five days passed.

Xun Nanleng remained in a meditative state, let alone perceiving the Demonic Path; he hadn't perceived even a fart.

Inside him, an uncontrollable anxiety and frustration gnawed at his Dao Heart.

He even began to suspect if he had been tricked by this cheap Master.

Just as he was about to give up.

Lu Yuchen’s voice rang in his ears.

“What is a Demon?”

Xun Nanleng’s body trembled at the words, but he did not open his eyes.

“Is it slaughter? Is it destruction? Is it endless darkness?”

Lu Yuchen’s voice seemed to carry a demonic power that reached straight into people’s hearts.

“No.”

“None of them.”

He slowly paced beside Xun Nanleng, his voice low and full of temptation.

“A true Demon is the roar of all injustice in this world!”

“It is the… hatred! you feel when you watch your loved ones die tragically, yet are powerless to do anything!”

“It is the… resentment! you feel when those hypocrites, with their sanctimonious airs, hold a butcher’s knife to your throat and still force you to kowtow in gratitude for divine grace!”

“And even more, it is your… obsession! to tear apart this sky even when you are in endless darkness, to burn yourself out, just to make that so-called ‘light’ pay the price!”

His words were piercing, every sentence like a knife!

They fiercely carved into the young man’s heart!

Boom!

Xun Nanleng’s body trembled violently.

He remembered the blood-soaked official road, his father’s unwilling eyes before he died, and his sister’s desperate wails!

He also remembered those scoundrels, those ugly faces full of mockery and disdain!

An indescribable surge of brutality and malevolence erupted from the depths of his Soul!

Behind him, a pitch-black phenomenon, woven from endless resentment and monstrous hatred, manifested with a roar!

“Ding, Host’s Disciple Xun Nanleng has successfully comprehended the Blood-Devouring Demonic Technique and successfully entered Qi Condensation First Layer.”

“Ding, Host has received a hundredfold return: the Demon-Devouring Great Law.”

A satisfied arc formed on Lu Yuchen’s lips.

He knew that the seed of the Demonic Path had finally, completely sprouted.

He said no more, simply placing a Jade Slip, inscribed with the Demon-Devouring Great Law, gently beside Xun Nanleng.

“Your enemy is the Haiyuan Sect of the Great Jin Dynasty.”

“Within this Jade Slip is the Cultivation Technique I have perfected for you. Cultivate diligently, and do not tarnish my reputation as your Master.”

With that, he did not linger for a moment, his figure flickered, and he had already vanished from the spot.

Only Xun Nanleng remained, still immersed in his Epiphany, Devilish Qi swirling around him, and the Jade Slip emitting a faint dark glow.

…

Half a month, gone in a flash.

During this half-month, Lu Yuchen was not idle.

He used his old trick, setting up various aliases for the several Dao Legacies he had planned earlier—Confucian Dao, Body Cultivator, Gu Cultivator, etc. He then found several “fated individuals” and accepted them as Named Disciples.

Furthermore, he left countless so-called “Ancient Immortal Ruins” across the Tianwu Continent and even the Nine Great Dynasties, using various incredible methods.

One of them, a “Sword Tomb” within the Great Ming Dynasty, he deliberately leaked to Xu Miaojin.

That girl, having obtained such a heaven-sent Opportunity, also successfully entered the Immortal Dao.

This could be considered settling a Karma for that boy, Xiao Huohuo.

As these “ruins” continuously appeared, the entire world’s style began to change unnaturally.

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi became noticeably denser at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Some reclusive old monsters even broke out of their seclusion, fighting fiercely for these so-called “Immortal Opportunities.”

The entire continent’s structure was quietly undergoing earth-shattering changes.

At this moment, Lu Yuchen, who had already returned to the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect, felt incredibly comfortable sensing the dense Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

His current cultivation, relying on his abnormally fast Cultivation speed and the “hundredfold returns” occasionally provided by these Prodigy Disciples, had already steadily crossed the threshold of Soul Transformation Third Layer.

This Cultivation speed was even faster than riding a rocket!

Within the Sect, there was also a thriving scene.

That boy Lin Fan’s cultivation had continuously broken through again during this period, already reaching Golden Core Second Layer.

That girl Nanny, spent her days either eating or sleeping, but the domineering nature of her Chaos Body gradually manifested, and her cultivation naturally advanced, entering Golden Core First Layer.

Ling Ke’er was equally unwilling to be outdone, comprehending some true meaning from the Mystic Maiden Heart Sutra, and also successfully entering Golden Core First Layer.

That boy Xiao Huohuo, somehow stumbled upon another Heaven and Earth Strange Flame in a volcano, successfully refined it, and his Flame Mantra evolved again, causing his cultivation to skyrocket directly to Golden Core Fourth Layer!

Li Huowang and Chen Ping’an, these two whom he had almost “free-ranged,” also lived up to expectations, their cultivation reaching Purple Mansion Eighth Layer and Purple Mansion Sixth Layer respectively.

Even Ying Ziliang, whom he had taken in as a “tool person,” with the blessing of Imperial Luck, his cultivation also steadily entered Golden Core Third Layer.

As for the Outer Sect Disciples, under the guidance of Lin Fan, the “human translator,” all of them had entered the Foundation Establishment realm.

The entire Tai Xuan Immortal Sect was strong and prosperous, with a magnificent aura!

Lu Yuchen lay in his grand armchair, legs crossed, feeling utterly delighted.

“Ah, how lonely, how lonely it is to be invincible!”

Just as he was wallowing in self-pity, his Versailles-like sentiments overflowing.

In the distant sky, countless figures were converging towards the Yu Yuan Continent at an extremely fast speed.

Only three days remained until his sermon.

Martial Artists from all over the world gathered here.

Below Tianzhu Peak, the vast and boundless lake was already densely packed with all kinds of boats, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The scene was even three times more spectacular than an aircraft carrier fleet on Earth in his previous life.