Born with immortal seed

Chapter 701 Catching a Nascent Soul True Monarch

"Two jin and two liang of demonic soil, if I resell it in Ironbeam City, I can definitely exchange it for a Hundred Aperture Blood God Pill that can extend life by ninety-nine years... I dare not even dream of a Nascent Soul cultivator. This amount of time is enough for me to build up another family fortune to pass on to my descendants."

Old Gao's white beard twitched with joy, and he almost lost his bearings, unsure of where to go.

This level of demonic soil is compatible with any demonic technique and is considered a valuable commodity among demonic cultivators, so it's easy to sell.

After glancing at the sky, he decided to head to the black market to make the transaction right away.

Having this on your person will attract envy and make you live in constant fear.

"This young punk came out of nowhere, so extravagant and clueless. He'll get swindled out of everything sooner or later, so it wouldn't be unreasonable for me to take a share..."

Old Gao knew the way well, passing through several markets and shops before arriving at a dark alley.

Just as he was about to push the door open, an ancient bone blade pierced his chest, a drop of blood still clinging to the tip.

All his strength was drained by the bone blade. He flailed his arms wildly, trying to utter a cry for help, but all that came out were hissing blood bubbles.

He never imagined that anyone would dare to make a move in Xijing City.

This is a celestial city guarded by a top-grade fourth-order array; even a Nascent Soul True Monarch would find it difficult to escape once trapped inside.

Such actions were a slap in the face to True Monarch Ziyin.

In addition, the bone blade had an eerie quality, and all the protective spells attached to his Taoist robe were silenced, with none of them being activated.

The attacker was strangely shaped and had no aura, resembling a piece of dead wood.

This situation arose from a combination of factors.

An arm gripping a bone blade emerged from the shadows; it was a blade-arm connected to the body, not a magical artifact.

"That old man is quite wealthy!"

The attacker's voice was hoarse, his face shrouded in a black robe, with only two flickering ghostly flames visible.

Despite not sensing any cultivation level, killing a Core Formation cultivator was as easy as slaughtering a chicken or a dog.

Five bone claws hooked onto the two storage bags on the corpse. The divine sense restriction seemed to be non-existent in front of him, overturning the understanding of the cultivation world.

With a gentle swipe, he untied the storage bag, glanced at it, and stuffed it into his chest.

He took two steps back and was obscured by the gray mist. His figure retreated up the steps, accompanied by the vibration of spatial power, and disappeared without a trace in the next instant.

The alley was empty except for a corpse lying on the ground, the bone blade piercing through it, leaving a large hole, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

The shop opened from the inside, and two five-foot-tall demon children with deathly pale faces came out, lifted the old man's corpse, and hopped back into the shop.

With a 'bang,' the two wooden doors slammed shut, as if the scene had never happened.

Only after noon did the first rays of sunlight shine into the alley, bringing it back to life.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of people and hurried footsteps, shops along the street began to open their doors and hang their signs and banners high.

Only then did the alley come alive, a stark contrast to the previous alley.

……

“There must be a way to leave the West Sea, otherwise how did our ancestor leave back then… I reckon it’s either in the hands of the Pure Bright Sect, or it’s subject to many restrictions and jointly managed by high-level cultivators. If ordinary cultivators try to find out, they will definitely attract extra attention, and falling into the eyes of the Nascent Soul stage would be very detrimental to my plans.”

The fact that the treasure fair hosted by the great-grandson of the Purple Seal True Lord was of this level gives us an idea of ​​the upper limit of private exchanges in Xijing.

Bai Zichen gained a deeper understanding of Penglai Immortal Island and began to have a vague idea of ​​what to do next.

"Make a name for yourself first, then slowly connect and integrate with others. This path is too slow, and I can't wait that long..."

After leaving Xijing City, Bai Zichen flew towards the barren peak.

Of all the fifth-tier flying sword clues we obtained, this is the most direct one, almost pinpointing the location of the flying sword.

However, the sword spirit remained hidden, seemingly harboring a strong aversion to human cultivators, not even giving face to Nascent Soul cultivators.

Bai Zichen couldn't say for sure that he would succeed, but in terms of his attraction to flying swords, he was certainly no less capable than a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Now that I know the news, there's no way I won't give it a try.

"They escaped pretty quickly, leaving us brothers to search for them for ages... What could have been settled with a few pounds of demonic soil turned into a huge mess, costing them their lives!"

Behind them, a swirling demonic wind blew, and the two demonic cultivators who had clashed at the treasure fair indeed rode up on clouds, shouting loudly from afar.

Bai Zichen simply stopped his sword flash and waited quietly in place.

After leaving the city, I deliberately slowed down, intending to go fishing.

Unexpectedly, two small shrimp actually appeared.

"What a pity, the Iron Beacon Demon Cultivators were supposed to be the most united, always in groups..."

Bai Zichen struck his sword with his hand and sighed.

"What nonsense are you spouting, boy? Have you been frightened and lost your mind...?"

The faceless demon cultivator was stunned. He held a soul-summoning banner in his hand and was about to make a move when he saw a dazzling sword light that he had never seen before.

Beautiful yet fraught with danger, it stretched out a crystalline sword thread, like a silkworm thread being pulled up in the air.

At the same time, I felt an itchy sensation in my chest. Looking down, I saw a pair of familiar legs.

The world around them seemed to turn upside down, and when it had completed a full rotation, a stone eyeball shot out and crashed into the distant mountain wall.

"He always boasts to me that this eyeball was plucked from a fourth-tier demon and refined with the blood of 999 virgin boys and girls over a specific period of time... I want to see just how hard it really is!"

A strange thought flashed through the faceless demon cultivator's mind, and he tried to open his eyes wide.

Until his upper body slammed heavily to the ground, his head deformed, and his already barely cobbled-together face was thrown out in all directions like the most clumsy roti performance.

Until its last breath, it never saw the outcome of whether its companion's stone eyeball or the mountain wall was stronger, and it is estimated that it was reborn with intense resentment.

"Fellow Daoist, you've been following us all this way, why don't you show yourself?"

For a mere Core Formation demonic cultivator to die at Bai Zichen's hands is already an honor.

Having failed to lure out even a Nascent Soul demonic cultivator, there was no point in wasting words with the two of them; the mere sight of them reminded him of the numerous evil deeds they had committed.

The Taiqing Crystal Sword transformed into crystal sword threads, and with a flick of its index finger, it sliced ​​the two demonic cultivators in half.

This strike wasn't just aimed at the physical body.

From the golden core to the soul, a thin sword mark appeared on each of them, and they fell to the ground with four thuds.

After unleashing this sword strike, Bai Zichen looked into the distance.

His spiritual strength was only slightly inferior to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator; how could an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator possibly evade him?

Not long after leaving Xijing City, he sensed this aura and persisted relentlessly.

That's why they mistakenly thought they had attracted a Nascent Soul demon cultivator, but it turned out not to be at all.

From the perspective of a newly formed Core Formation cultivator, the second layer is just another disguise for an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

If one were to reveal their true cultivation level, how could they lure others into their trap? Even if there were more than one Nascent Soul cultivator hiding in the shadows, they would all turn tail and run.

Of the twelve immortal cities of Penglai, only two or three city lords have reached the Great True Lord realm.

Even if you include a few independent cultivators and sect cultivators, the total number can barely exceed ten at most.

Compared to this ratio, the advancement rate of Nascent Soul cultivators on Penglai Immortal Island is still ridiculously high.

This means that on average, one out of every five Great True Lords will advance to the Divine Transformation stage.

This is something that is impossible to achieve in any region of the cultivation world.

"What superb swordsmanship! After half a century of seclusion, I never expected Penglai to produce such a hero... I am Tian, ​​the Lord of Xijing City. I am honored by the kindness of my friends from all walks of life, who call me the Purple Seal True Lord."

Amidst the shimmering light, a young man draped in a purple cloak, with the sharp gaze of an eagle and the menacing look of a wolf, descended from the clouds.

He was tall and imposing, with hands that reached past his knees.

A purple seal hung from his waist, swaying back and forth.

Upon closer inspection, there was indeed a resemblance between his eyebrows and Pei Shaojun's.

He lacked an air of nobility, but possessed sharp eyes and a decisive, efficient manner.

(End of this chapter)