210: The Covetousness of Saint Jialan

In the main hall, Gu Changsheng gazed at the lifelike Guangyuan Sacred Ancestor, a longing rising in his heart.

He wished he could immediately refine all the True Devil Qi to increase his cultivation.

His gaze pierced through the body, and as his blood Qi flowed, he saw black snakes coiling in his Dantian.

The True Devil Qi, which he had originally regarded as a monstrous flood, now seemed so endearing.

“Next is to extract the True Devil Qi.”

“However, this body is entirely supported by True Devil Qi; if it’s drawn out, I’m afraid its blood Qi will rapidly decline...”

Gu Changsheng pondered for a moment, then still placed his palm on the corpse's abdomen.

After all, a Yang Spirit Realm corpse, when refined into a Puppet, would at most reach the Half-step Yang Spirit Realm.

But if he refined the True Devil Qi into a demonic heart crossing and consumed it, his cultivation had a high chance of breaking through to the Late Stage Profound Cave Realm.

At that time, with ten times the magic power of his peers, plus the Half-step Dao Artifact level Yellow Springs Mountain, he might not be much weaker than a Half-step Yang Spirit Realm cultivator.

Zzz… Zzz…

Strands of Devilish Qi seeped out from the Dantian, swirling around Gu Changsheng’s palm and infiltrating his flesh and blood.

Visibly, black demonic scales appeared on his palm, gradually showing a tendency to extend upwards.

‘If I don’t restrict the erosion of the True Devil Qi, there’s a great chance to forge a True Devil Body... However, this is not what I desire.’

Gu Changsheng’s eyes narrowed, his blood Qi surged like a mighty river, instantly suppressing the True Devil Qi and collecting it into a blood pouch.

The quality of True Devil Qi was naturally higher than that of blood Qi, but with only a wisp, the difference in quantity was vast, unable to cause any significant disturbance.

Visibly, the black scales on his palm quickly receded.

“Little by little... no rush.”

Gu Changsheng withdrew his palm, vaguely feeling that the corpse before him had aged a bit, with a touch of white hair appearing at its temples.

Presumably, when all the True Devil Qi was extracted, this corpse might turn to ash.

He suppressed the regret in his heart.

“Next is to refine the demonic heart crossing...”

Besides that ten-thousand-year-old demonic spirit flower, there were three more.

In the main hall, the Nirvana Cauldron ignited with purple flames.

Spiritual materials melted fluidly, converging into one, and a peculiar medicinal fragrance gradually emanated from the Medicinal Pill Cauldron.

“The most crucial demonic spirit flower...”

Whoosh—

With a flick of his palm, the extracted medicinal essence of the demonic spirit flower fell into the Medicinal Pill Cauldron.

Subsequently, various Alchemy secret techniques were performed.

An hour later.

The purple flames receded, and a strange aroma wafted from the Medicinal Pill Cauldron, causing Gu Changsheng to frown.

The medicinal fragrance seemed a bit weaker than the previous one.

Opening the Medicinal Pill Cauldron, a round Medicinal Pill lay at the bottom.

It was covered in secret patterns, but there were only seven of them.

The True Devil Qi he had just absorbed in his body trembled slightly, no longer shrinking into a ball as before.

Gu Changsheng frowned: “This demonic heart crossing, not reaching the nine-pattern supreme grade, I wonder if it can purify the True Devil Qi...”

His eyes hardened, and he still decided to give it a try.

Swallowing the Medicinal Pill, a familiar cool sensation coursed through his body.

“Hmm? It really doesn’t work, does it...”

Upon introspection, the True Devil Qi was sealed by a mass of green spiritual Qi, but there was no sign of transformation; it still retained the appearance of black snakes.

Gu Changsheng fell into thought.

The refining methods for both attempts were identical; the only difference was the age of the demonic spirit flower.

The demonic spirit flower just now was only five thousand years old.

“If purifying the True Devil Qi absolutely requires a supreme-grade demonic heart crossing, then with my Alchemy skill, the demonic spirit flower must be at least eight thousand years old to refine it.”

Gu Changsheng sighed softly.

Although demonic spirit flowers were hard to find, there were still traces to follow; at most, it would just take some time.

“Perhaps integrating into the native Holy Realm and seeking trade is a good option... Additionally, the hidden strongholds of the Blood Sea Dynasty must also be thoroughly searched.

Perhaps, there are demonic spirit flowers of sufficient age within them...”

...Holy Realm.

At the Heavenly Pool on the distant peak of Demon Subduing Mountain.

Here, flowers and plants were lush, and various rare exotic beasts frolicked in the water, a pure, gem-like lake reflecting this world.

In a pavilion on the lake, a peerless woman in a blue dress was casually scattering bait into the lake, attracting countless golden-scaled fish to scramble for it.

Upon closer inspection, one would find that the seemingly inconspicuous bait was made from precious medicinal herbs rarely found in the world.

The fish in the lake were also primeval exotic species.

If they flew outside, they could easily become great demons.

Suddenly, the woman’s brows furrowed slightly, as if sensing something, and her red lips parted slightly: “Guangyuan’s True Spirit... has completely dissipated, has it...”

Ancient memories surfaced in her mind.

That day, the arrogant King of Asuras, how brazen he was, sweeping with a monstrous blood sea, attempting to covet the Holy Realm.

However, a light jade palm descended, the world resonated, the Void Realm trembled, and the six-armed King of Asuras’ bones shattered, foul blood splattered, and his aura plummeted to rock bottom.

With the power of one palm, if she hadn’t held back, she could have easily killed him with a single strike.

“Come to think of it, this was already a long time ago...”

Jialan Holy Ancestor mused.

Suddenly, a spiritual light flew over, landing on the ground and transforming into a pretty woman in battle armor.

Her aura had clearly reached the Yang Spirit Realm.

“Revered Master, the three Yang Spirit Realm cultivators of the Senmu Realm have surrendered, willing to offer their entire world as a sacrifice, to merge into a corner of our Holy Realm...”

The pretty armored woman bowed slightly, her demeanor utterly respectful.

“Very good, thus, our Holy Realm grows stronger by another degree.”

“This time, the True Devil Qi produced by the True Devil Pool should be considerably more...”

Holy Ancestor Jialan’s voice was ethereal and pleasant to the ear.

Immediately after, she asked: “Xinyou, how is the Human Realm’s location being pinpointed?”

Upon hearing this, the pretty woman’s face showed hesitation, and she said with difficulty: “It will take at least several hundred more years to explore.”

“Originally, there was hope of using a Small World as a stepping stone to invade across realms.”

“Unfortunately, that fellow Qilan, being too clever for his own good, was instead obstructed by the Human Race, sealing all opportunities.”

“No matter.”

“We have plenty of time...”

Holy Ancestor Jialan casually tossed the last handful of bait in her hand; the bait formed a fan-shaped arc and fell into the lake.

Splashes of water erupted, causing countless golden scales to scramble... Several years passed.

Holy Realm.

A wooden hut in a village.

Gu Changsheng leaned in the setting sun, holding a rusty firewood knife, carving a piece of green wood.

The knife light was like a shadow, and wood shavings flew.

A silhouette gradually emerged.

Three years ago, Gu Changsheng traveled through the Blood Sea Dynasty, only to discover with astonishment that it had been destroyed a thousand years ago.

Most of the strongholds recorded on that beast hide had changed with time, making it difficult to find their precise locations.

He ventured deep into Demon Subduing Mountain to search for demonic spirit flowers, but only found a few thousand-year-old demonic spirit flowers, so he had to set up Restrictions and guard them secretly.

In a corner of Demon Subduing Mountain, he unexpectedly discovered that the Holy Realm also had Human Race.

They should be a branch of other Human Race.

With his mind made up, he settled in the village as a wandering Martial Artist.

He secretly interacted with the Holy Race Profound Cave Realm cultivators, inquiring about the ten-thousand-year-old demonic spirit flower.

Suddenly, a child with pigtails ran excitedly into the courtyard, holding a stack of steaming buns.

“Uncle Gu, today is my birthday, these are sticky bean buns my mother specially made, with red bean paste filling...”

His bright eyes stared intently at Gu Changsheng.

His sincere gaze made it hard to refuse.

Gu Changsheng smiled, reached out and took one, tossing it into his mouth; the sweet bean paste filling overflowed from the thin skin, filling his mouth with fragrance.

Seeing Gu Changsheng eat the bun, the pigtailed child immediately knelt down: “Please accept me as your disciple, Uncle Gu, and teach me your skills.”

“You rascal...” Gu Changsheng was slightly stunned, then burst out laughing.