txolops Chapter 583 The Origin of the Black Emperor! Let's drink!
Chapter 583 The Origin of the Black Emperor! Let's drink!
Chen Fan stared at it for a moment, then said calmly:
"Yes, you've broken through."
"You broke through?" Black King Dog's eyes widened in disbelief, and he jumped three feet high.
"Hahaha! I truly am a genius! I can even break through while sleeping! You old eunuch, you meditate and cultivate every day, but it's not as fast as me taking a nap! From now on, you'll call me Lord Black Emperor, and I'll protect you!"
Eunuch Wei, unable to bear it any longer, said in a sarcastic tone:
"This is the first time in our family that someone has ever felt proud of eating for free. This bowl contains millions of pounds of precious rice, radishes, and sweet potatoes, half of which ended up in your black dog's belly. You think it was all for free?"
The Black Emperor snorted and raised his dog head: "That's my salary! I'm just guarding the house for that old eunuch, what's wrong with eating some spirit rice?"
Chen Fan ignored the bickering between the man and the dog.
He then carefully examined the situation inside the Black Emperor's body with his divine sense. After confirming that Nan Yunzi's nascent soul was indeed being gradually devoured, he set it aside for the time being.
The origin of this dog was clearly much more complicated than he had previously guessed. Perhaps he could find some clues about the bloodline of ancient demon beasts from Baicaotang in the future.
Just as Chen Fan returned to his meditation room to continue his cultivation, a loud voice suddenly resounded in his mind: "Chen Fan, come to the deck and have a couple of drinks with this king!"
It was Qin Zhan's voice transmission.
Chen Fan opened his eyes and stepped out of the golden bowl.
Several months have passed inside the bowl, while only seven or eight days have passed in the outside world.
He straightened his robes, pushed open the cabin door, and walked towards the deck.
On the deck, the moonlight was like silver.
Yu Wang's boat flew above the sea of clouds, and the stars in the sky seemed so close that they could be reached out and plucked.
The night wind howled, making the large "Yu" character flag on the bow of the boat flutter loudly.
Qin Zhan had changed out of his black iron armor and was now wearing only a dark blue robe. He sat alone at a low table at the bow of the boat.
On the low table sat a bronze stove, two jugs of spirit wine, and several small dishes. The charcoal fire in the bronze stove was burning brightly, roasting a leg of a monster that had somehow come from. The fat dripped onto the charcoal and sizzled, filling the air with a fragrant aroma.
"Sit down." Qin Zhan gestured to the futon opposite him and poured Chen Fan a cup of wine.
Chen Fan sat down opposite him, picked up his wine glass, and smelled it.
This wine is even stronger than the one I drank at Qin Taiyue's mansion last time. The aroma alone carries a chilling, murderous aura, as if I have returned to the battlefield of thousands of troops.
"This is the Border Army's strong liquor." Qin Zhan downed a cup himself, wiped his mouth, and said, "It's made from the bones of an eighth-tier demon beast. It's extremely potent; one sip and your dantian feels like it's on fire. The brothers of the Border Army drink a bowl before going into battle to bolster their courage and make them more efficient in killing the enemy."
Chen Fan took a small bite, and it was indeed spicy and fiery. A hot stream of air rushed down his throat and into his dantian, making him feel more energetic.
He put down his wine glass, remained silent, and waited for Qin Zhan to speak.
Qin Zhan wouldn't invite him to drink for no reason; this drink was most likely related to the selection process in Zhao.
Sure enough, after Qin Zhan drank another cup, he started talking non-stop.
"Chen Fan, how much do you know about the demonic cultivators of the Boundless Sea and the Gu cultivators of the Desert Grasslands?"
Chen Fan shook his head: "I don't know much."
Qin Zhan put down his wine cup, gazed at the starry sky, and a hint of reminiscence appeared in his eyes: "Then let me tell you. In this selection by the Zhao Kingdom, your opponents are not only people from the Great Yan, Great Chu, and Great Qi, but also cultivators from the Boundless Sea and the Great Desert Grasslands. The methods of these two groups are extremely strange. If you don't understand them, you'll probably suffer a great loss when you step onto the arena."
He extended a finger and slowly said, "Let's start with the Boundless Sea. Located in the far west of Tiannan Star, the Boundless Sea is an endless black sea. It is shrouded in Yin and evil demonic energy year-round. Mortals cannot survive there for more than three days. Even low-level cultivators will have their minds corrupted by the demonic energy and turn into monsters that only know how to kill. The cultivators who can survive in the Boundless Sea are all ruthless and vicious. Their cultivation methods are completely different from those of us righteous cultivators. They do not emphasize gradual progress or the natural way of the Dao, but rather focus on plunder! They plunder the souls of demonic beasts, the cultivation of other cultivators, and anything that can enhance themselves."
This cultivation method is extremely domineering and dangerous; a slight mistake can lead to demonic possession and death from body explosion.
But every demonic cultivator who survives in such an environment and cultivates to the Nascent Soul stage is a truly ruthless individual who has fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Upon hearing this, Chen Fan frowned, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes!
The Eighth Prince paused for a moment, then continued:
"The demonic cultivators of the Boundless Sea have one thing in common: most of their supernatural abilities are related to the soul. Some use demonic energy to erode the opponent's mind, some use demonic sounds to disturb the opponent's spirit, and some directly burn the opponent's soul with demonic fire. The Blood River Sect's Old Monster Chi, whom you killed in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, had blood cultivation techniques somewhat similar to the demonic arts of demonic cultivators, but in terms of ruthlessness and strangeness, he was far inferior. Against demonic cultivators, high cultivation level alone is useless; you must firmly guard your mind. Once your mind is broken, no matter how high your cultivation level is, you will be at their mercy."
Chen Fan listened in silence, and unconsciously memorized each of these words.
Although his Black Soul Banner is also a soul-path magic weapon, and its methods are similar to those of demonic cultivators, he is not a true soul-path cultivator after all, and may not be able to gain an advantage over demonic cultivators in terms of soul attack and defense.
Qin Zhan drank another cup of wine and continued, "Let's talk about the Great Desert Grassland. Located in the far north of Tiannan Star, it is a vast and boundless wasteland. The climate there is harsh, with yellow sand filling the sky, and the grassland is teeming with countless poisonous insects and strange beasts. The cultivators there do not cultivate true essence or magic, but specialize in Gu techniques."
"Gu techniques?" Chen Fan's brows twitched slightly.
"Not bad." Qin Zhan's expression became more serious. "Gu cultivators use their own blood essence to nourish their natal Gu worms. The Gu worms are connected to their hosts' minds, serving as both magical treasures and clones. Powerful Gu cultivators can control hundreds or even thousands of Gu worms at the same time, overwhelming the enemy and making them impossible to defend against."
Moreover, Gu worms are often highly poisonous, some toxins even penetrating the protective aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Even more terrifying is that some Gu cultivators' natal Gu worms possess parasitic abilities! Once a Gu worm burrows into an opponent's body, it will lay eggs in their meridians and dantian. After hatching, the larvae will devour the host from the inside, resulting in a gruesome death.
Hearing these descriptions, Chen Fan felt a chill run down his spine, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think of his own Gu worm!
The Eighth Prince put down his wine cup, as if remembering something, and said:
"I once fought against the Gu cultivators of the desert grasslands at the border. Of the five hundred elite soldiers I led in that battle, less than fifty returned alive. The Gu cultivators' methods are not about direct confrontation, but about surprise attacks. You might be fighting them when hundreds of Gu worms emerge from the sand beneath your feet. You might think you've killed them, only to find that they were just puppets created by the Gu worms. You might be meditating and regulating your breath when, unknowingly, Gu worms have burrowed into your body. Against Gu cultivators, cultivation alone is useless; you must be careful at every turn and proceed with caution."