Immortality begins with inheriting the myriad arts of cultivation.

Chapter 132 Magic Weapon

A valley about a thousand miles west of the Immortal City.

Yan Liming wielded a small cyan sword and swiftly killed the three low-level boar demons living there.

Then he approached the pig demon's corpse and used the "Blood Spirit Hundred Transformations True Scripture" to directly absorb the three pig demons into dried corpses, and a comfortable expression appeared on his face.

After doing all this, he returned to the cave, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate silently.

Yan Hengchuan was placed aside by the restriction placed on him and was unable to move at all.

After a long while, Yan Liming refined the pig demon's essence blood and then opened his eyes, a flash of bloodlust appearing in them.

He looked at Yan Hengchuan lying on the ground, a playful glint in his eyes: "Kid, what's your decision?"

Yan Hengchuan kept his eyes closed and ignored him.

Yan Liming stood up and said in a strange tone, "I am a Core Formation True Person. Do you think it would be beneath me to take a rogue cultivator like you as my servant?"

"You...you killed so many people, you're a demonic cultivator! Besides, how can a cultivator acknowledge another as their master?" Yan Hengchuan's words were somewhat hesitant, but he finally managed to say what was on his mind.

Despite being called a demonic cultivator, Yan Liming showed no anger; instead, he smiled.

He said calmly, "What demonic path and righteous path are all bullshit. In my opinion, there are only two kinds of cultivators in this world. One kind is the true cultivator who bravely and diligently advances on the path of immortality and enters the Azure Netherworld. The other kind is the inferior cultivator who spends his whole life at the bottom and can only remain at the low level of Qi Refining when he gets old."

After speaking, he looked at Yan Hengchuan and suddenly asked a question: "What are your qualifications?"

Yan Hengchuan was still pondering his words when he heard the question and subconsciously replied, "I have the aptitude for all five spiritual roots, so what?"

"Heh... Five spiritual roots aptitude." Yan Liming continued, "What do your parents do?"

Yan Hengchuan stammered, "Uh...I...I..."

"What do you mean, 'what am I'? What do I do?" Yan Liming pressed.

Yan Hengchuan then realized what was happening: "Why should I tell you?"

Yan Liming smiled and nodded as if he understood: "It seems that your parents are mortals, and you are an inferior cultivator."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Yan Hengchuan was furious at being insulted for no reason: "I have never heard of any such thing as a true cultivator or an inferior cultivator among cultivators."

Yan Liming didn't respond, but continued, "You have the typical mindset, aptitude, and background of a substandard cultivator—in short, a substandard cultivator!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Hengchuan's face turned red with anger, but he didn't know how to refute it, so he simply closed his eyes and ignored him.

"What, you're not convinced?" Yan Liming's voice continued to ring in his ear: "Do you really think you can successfully establish your foundation with the aptitude of five spiritual roots?"

"So what if I can't reach the Foundation Establishment stage? Does that mean I'm not a cultivator?" Yan Hengchuan couldn't help but retort.

Yan Liming nodded and said, "Those in the Qi Refining stage are also cultivators, but they are inferior cultivators."

Seeing him constantly referring to himself as an "inferior cultivator," Yan Hengchuan was so angry that he could only close his eyes and try to avoid seeing it.

However, Yan Liming was not about to let him off the hook: "I almost forgot that you have five spiritual roots. Let alone Foundation Establishment, it's unlikely you can even break through to the late stage of Qi Refining. So you're not just an inferior cultivator, you're the worst of the worst."

"You..." Yan Hengchuan was young and impetuous; when had he ever suffered such an insult?

If he hadn't been under a spell that prevented him from moving, he would have immediately gotten up and fought Yan Liming to the death.

"I too possess the five spiritual roots, making me a poor cultivator," Yan Liming suddenly changed the subject, sighing, "yet I was able to cultivate to the Core Formation stage and become a true cultivator. Do you know why?"

Yan Hengchuan opened his eyes wide in disbelief and looked at Yan Liming: "Five spiritual roots cultivated to the Core Formation stage?"

"Boy, judging from your eyes, you don't believe me." Yan Liming walked up to Yan Hengchuan and pointed a finger at his brow: "The reason I was able to establish my foundation and form my core is because of this cultivation technique. Of course, strictly speaking, this technique is what you call a demonic cultivation technique."

"I'm just giving you a choice; whether you practice or not is up to you!"

As the mysterious cultivation technique slowly appeared in his mind, Yan Hengchuan tried his best to control himself from exploring it, but Yan Liming's words made him extremely curious: "What kind of cultivation technique can enable a cultivator with five spiritual roots to reach the Core Formation stage?"

……

Under the hazy moonlight.

A dark shadow streaked across the sky, and on top of the shadow, Li Ping sat cross-legged, taking stock of the gains and losses of this trip outside the city.

In fact, during the previous battle, he hoped to capture a prisoner alive to find out the whereabouts of the possessed demonic cultivator, so as to rescue Yan Hengchuan or avenge him.

Unfortunately, to his dismay, the young man named Liu Wusheng, who suffered from kidney deficiency, insisted on taking him down with him in a desperate act, and was ultimately blown to bits.

Miao Rou had already died under the Fire Ring in the previous battle.

Therefore, Li Ping never figured out the identity of the person who had possessed his body. He only knew that the person was Miao Rou's Daoist partner and Liu Wusheng's master.

He could only wait until he returned to the Immortal City to investigate the person's identity based on this information.

Actually, there was another thing that bothered him quite a bit.

That was after Liu Wusheng died, a beam of blood-red light suddenly shot out from the spot where he died. Before Li Ping could react, the beam of blood-red light rushed into his body and disappeared.

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That was after Liu Wusheng died, a beam of blood-red light suddenly shot out from the spot where he died. Before Li Ping could react, the beam of blood-red light rushed into his body and disappeared.

Afterwards, no matter how thoroughly Li Ping examined the area, he couldn't find a single trace, as if the bloody light was purely his imagination.

His expression shifted between light and dark.

In the end, Li Ping could only sigh, put the strange bloody incident aside, and instead take stock of his gains.

First and foremost, it was his own loss.

In the battle not long ago, he used every means at his disposal to deal with Liu Wusheng, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He even decisively used the talisman he had recently acquired.

With that thought, the Fire Ring Talisman appeared in Li Ping's hand.

Although the talisman is still intact, compared to before, the flame ring drawn on the current Fire Ring Talisman is noticeably dimmer.

Clearly, the power sealed within it was greatly depleted during that battle.

Li Ping shook his head: "The remaining power should be enough for one more use!"

The Fire Ring Talisman, which cost two thousand spirit stones, was lost by at least thirteen hundred spirit stones in the recent battle, a devastating loss.

However, the spoils he obtained from Miao Rou and Liu Wusheng were not enough to make up for his losses.

One of them was shattered by the Fire Ring Talisman, and the other was blasted into dust by his own spell. Both of their storage bags exploded during the battle, and most of the items inside were destroyed. Li Ping only managed to pick up a few second-tier magic artifacts.

Thinking that the items in their storage bags had been destroyed, Li Ping couldn't help but feel helpless.

Faced with two Foundation Establishment cultivators, one of whom was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, he was very nervous and only thought about killing them as soon as possible, not caring at all about preserving their storage bags.

Fortunately, he didn't come away empty-handed. After dealing with Liu Wusheng, he returned directly to the village and successfully found the body of the person who had possessed him and the person's storage bag.

He was able to find the other party successfully thanks to Liu Wusheng for narrowing down the search area for him.

To his surprise, the person who had possessed his body had hidden his corpse three zhang below the village's ancestral hall.

As a place for worshipping ancestors, ancestral halls are generally not places where anyone would dare to disturb the earth unless there are special circumstances. Therefore, if a person who has possessed another's body hides the corpse here, it can minimize the chance of it being discovered.

……

brush!

With a flick of his wrist, a golden, round bead the size of a soybean and a blood-red storage bag the size of a palm appeared in Li Ping's left and right hands, respectively.

After discovering the body of the person who had possessed him, he turned it to ashes with a fireball spell, and the golden bead the size of a soybean was what he found in the ashes.

"What exactly is this thing?" Li Ping pinched the golden bead between two fingers and held it up in front of him, examining it carefully: "It looks a bit like a demon core, and a bit like a magic weapon."

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he put the golden bead aside and opened the storage bag to check its contents.

The storage bag contained a jumble of items. After putting away the less valuable items, Li Ping's gaze fell on the several items in front of him.

First, there was a pile of colorful spirit stones. This pile of spirit stones was mainly composed of mid-grade spirit stones, with a small number of high-grade and low-grade spirit stones as well.

Li Ping roughly estimated that the total value of this pile of spirit stones alone was tens of thousands.

The sheer number of spirit stones further confirmed Li Ping's suspicions about the golden orb.

Besides the spirit stones, the remaining items were a small black sword, a blood-red jade slip, a pill contained separately in a jade bottle, seven or eight high-grade and top-grade magic artifacts, and several thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.

Li Ping's gaze first fell on the small black sword. He reached out and took it in front of him, examining it closely.

The black dagger is a deep, inky black color. Its blade is long and slender, shaped like a willow leaf, and the edge of the blade has a faint dark purple glow.

Upon closer inspection, one will find that the surface of the sword is not completely flat, but has extremely fine water ripple patterns. These patterns present different levels of light and shadow as the angle of light changes, as if water is flowing inside the sword.

Li Ping tried to inject his magic power into the small sword in an attempt to drive it, but he found that his magic power was completely ineffective, and the small sword did not move at all!

"A magic weapon, this is definitely a magic weapon!" Recalling the many secret manuals he had read in the Meng family's secret arts pavilion, Li Ping instantly identified what the small black sword was.

This is a natal magic treasure that only Core Formation cultivators can use!

The mysterious demonic cultivator who possessed He Yunyi's body was actually a Core Formation stage cultivator!

After playing with the small sword for a long time, Li Ping's eyes showed regret, and he put it into his storage bag.

Therefore, he had no choice but to leave it in his storage bag to gather dust for the time being.