Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Chapter 81 The Three-Headed, Eight-Armed Demon God (Please Subscribe)

A middle-aged man stepped through the door and saw a cauldron with coiled dragon-shaped handles on the table in front of him. The cauldron was covered in a bluish-green hue, and wisps of smoke rose from its lid, rising upwards like the lid of a pine tree.

Deep within the cave, a woman in a red dress sat cross-legged on a jade bed. Her skin was as white as ivory, and her face was delicate and beautiful. She seemed to be fast asleep with her eyes closed.

This is Zhu Yeshuang, the Primordial Spirit True Person of Taiqing Temple in the Central Plains. After her primordial spirit left her body, although her physical body possessed miraculous qualities, it was merely a vessel, without the protection of magical light, thus revealing her true appearance.

The middle-aged man adjusted his hair, gripped the Hundred Beasts Yin Soul Banner tightly in his right hand, and slowly walked up to Zhu Yeshuang.

"Master Zhu, please forgive me."

"Our sect will be closed from today onwards and will not receive any outside guests. We respectfully request that you descend the mountain, Master."

He spoke in a pretentious manner, but the white bone relic on his head rolled towards Zhu Yeshuang.

A string of purple jade dragon beads hanging on Zhu Yeshuang's wrist shone brightly, and eighteen illusory dragons rushed out, circling around her body and protecting her.

The white bone relic fell, but was lifted up by the eighteen dragons.

The relic hovered, glowing with a brilliant purple light.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly. This scene was not unexpected to him. As a Yuan Shen Zhenren of Taiqing Temple, Zhu Yeshuang would definitely have a powerful treasure protecting her even if her Yuan Shen left her body.

"I have long heard that Zhu Yeshuang of Taiqing Temple is ruthless and cruel. He once slew a dragon in the East Sea. This string of beads alone contains a total of eighteen dragon cores."

"How impressive and domineering!"

He was also secretly alarmed. Among the demon kings, the dragons were known for their strength. The fact that a demon king could kill eighteen dragons to achieve enlightenment showed just how ferocious Zhu Yeshuang was.

"Master Zhu, I had no choice in this matter. If I have offended you, please forgive me."

As he spoke, the Hundred Beasts Yin Soul Banner in his hand pressed down. The Yin souls collected over hundreds of years, as well as the beast souls (beast clothes) left behind by disciples of past generations after they died, had refined this magic weapon to an extremely terrifying level.

Its dense, malevolent energy condensed and took shape, intertwining to form a demon god.

As the banners unfurled, a three-headed, eight-armed demon god slowly opened his eyes amidst a multitude of ghosts.

The demon god extended a large hand from the banner. Its arm was almost tangible, with bluish-black skin, surrounded by incantations, and sharp claws extending from its fingertips, as if a real demon god from the underworld had emerged from hell.

"Certainly!"

The middle-aged man spoke the truth, and the white bone relic shone brightly, causing the eighteen illusory dragons surrounding Zhu Yeshuang to pause.

The eight-armed demon god's arm broke through the blockade and reached out to grab Zhu Yeshuang.

However, at this moment, Zhu Yeshuang suddenly opened her tightly closed eyes and stared straight at the middle-aged man opposite her.

"Lu Daoqing, what do you want to do?"

The eight-armed demon god's arm suddenly stopped; its dark blue hand was even larger than Zhu Yeshuang herself.

However, as soon as the female swordswoman opened her eyes, the middle-aged man opposite her felt a chill run down his spine, and his left hand, which was behind his back, clenched tightly.

"Master Zhu, you are not..."

Zhu Yeshuang's gaze was indifferent. "Are you trying to say that I haven't already separated my soul from my body?"

“Lu Daoqing, you are willing to sacrifice so many mortals at the foot of the mountain to force me to leave Skull Mountain.”

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The middle-aged man known as Lu Daoqing is the current leader of Skull Mountain and a Yuan Shen True Person who has cultivated the White Bone Demon God Transformation.

He carefully examined the woman opposite him, and after a moment of contemplation, his expression suddenly changed. "You are using the technique of splitting your soul to leave a wisp of your spirit to guard your physical body."

"You madman, aren't you afraid of your primordial spirit going mad?"

"No, you're stalling for time..."

Lu Daoqing finally understood what was going on and could no longer hold back. "Master Zhu, this is my Skull Mountain, not your Taiqing Temple."

"My Skull Mountain is closing down and will not receive any visitors."

"Please forgive me for offending you."

Before he finished speaking, he had already taken action.

The large, dark blue hand reached out to grab Zhu Yeshuang, intending to capture her and send her out of the mountain.

Once Zhu Yeshuang is sent away and the mountain-guarding formation is activated, even if a rogue immortal arrives, it will be able to hold out for a while.

As long as the big thing can be accomplished... any price to pay is worth it!
Lu Daoqing's face turned extremely sinister. He unleashed his magic power, and the eight-armed demon god of the Hundred Beasts Yin Soul Banner almost leaned half of its body out.

The white bone relic spun rapidly, scattering pale magical light, and firmly suppressing the bracelet made of the eighteen dragon pearls.

"You are so brave..."

Zhu Yeshuang's expression remained perfectly calm as she watched the large hand descend, and she said in a nonchalant tone, "I did indeed have my primordial spirit leave my body just now."

"but now……"

A beam of crimson light descended from the sky, passed through the cave, and disappeared into its top.

Zhu Yeshuang's eyes suddenly shot out three feet of golden light, blocking the demon god's hand.

At the same time, a brilliant and intense rosy glow rose up, enveloping its body and obscuring its face.

"How can this be?"

Lu Daoqing's expression changed drastically; he could hardly believe his eyes. "How could it be so fast?"

Only a few breaths have passed since Zhu Yeshuang's spirit left her body; how could she have returned so quickly?

Could it be that the demon king couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from Zhu Yeshuang?

"What? Are you still going to make a move?" Zhu Yeshuang asked calmly, her tone icy.

If she weren't busy suppressing the earth's secret point and unable to free herself, she would have shown this person what she was capable of right now.

How dare someone with a primordial spirit achieved through mere unorthodox methods act so presumptuously?

However, after this experience, she roughly figured out some of the other party's schemes.

This person completely disregarded whether the underground fire pit would erupt, and even the lives of so many people below the mountain. He was willing to offend her, the Primordial Spirit True Person of Taiqing Temple, just to forcefully drive her away.

It's very possible that he did this to trigger a volcanic eruption.

The earth erupted in flames, all life was annihilated, and sins were rampant.

"Is this person trying to take this opportunity to convert to the path of demonic gods and cultivate a demonic divine body in one fell swoop?!"

In a flash, Zhu Yeshuang's thoughts raced. The ancient demonic path and the immortal path were completely different. Although they were both the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, their goals were diametrically opposed.

The ancient demon god path traces the bloodline of the innate demon god, using supernatural powers to transform a region into a forbidden zone for living beings.

Those beings who have cultivated the body of demon gods are extremely terrifying. They slaughter billions of living beings and fight against scattered immortals. If they are not defeated, they will sink continents and destroy the world. They are the most unscrupulous and terrifying beings.

With this thought in mind, she forcibly suppressed her urge to take action.

This place is Skull Mountain. It has been managed by successive leaders of Skull Mountain, and the first founder was also a wandering immortal who had already set up countless magical restrictions.

If we were to fight Lu Daoqing here, regardless of who would win or lose, the fire aperture beneath the earth's veins would be impossible to suppress.

If the fire erupts, it will be a huge problem.

Zhu Yeshuang is proud and ruthless. If she hadn't been stationed here for sixty years, which tempered her fiery nature, she would have already made her move.

Lu Daoqing's expression shifted constantly. After a long while, he silently summoned back the white bone relic, the light emanating from it illuminating his face as white as snow.

"Master Zhu, I was presumptuous just now."

"I originally intended to go into seclusion to cultivate and break through an extremely important barrier, but I was so anxious that I did this."

“I have even recalled all my disciples outside Skull Mountain and am preparing to close the mountain.” “This hasty action is truly out of necessity. If I have offended anyone, please forgive me.”

He waved the Hundred Beasts Yin Soul Banner with his right hand, and the three-headed, eight-armed demon god withdrew its arms, closed its eyes again, and then slowly disappeared into the banner.

Only the roar of ten thousand souls and the rising of yin energy.

Zhu Yeshuang's gaze was indifferent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with what he said, but simply said, "I have another seven years, and I will be able to completely suppress the fire vein and achieve perfect merit."

"I will leave seven years from now."

Lu Daoqing's complexion had returned to normal. Those who could achieve the status of a Primordial Spirit True Person had all refined their souls, honed their bodies, and comprehended the Dao without losing their way. Their character was incredibly resilient.

Although his plan went awry, he quickly assessed the gains and losses and made a response. He preferred to be humble and forced to retreat within his own territory rather than completely break ties before he was ready.

A true man is one who can bend and stretch.

A smile appeared on his face. "It's already a great kindness that Master Zhu doesn't blame me for my rashness. I heard that Master Zhu recently took on a disciple. I will send someone to deliver a few pills to him later."

"Although it is of little use to the True Person, it can help the True Person's disciples nourish their body and spirit, so consider it as an apology."

After saying this, he bowed and slowly withdrew.

Zhu Yeshuang watched his departing figure, her eyes filled with a chilling light.

With a loud bang, the stone door to the cave slammed shut.

"If you want to switch to the path of the demon god, you'll have to sacrifice the lives of all living beings and the underground fire veins, and we'll see if I agree."

She waved her fair wrist, which was as white as frost and snow, and the string of purple jade dragon beads hanging on her wrist immediately lost its light, with the eighteen dragon phantoms disappearing one by one.

"However... I have already sent a message to the sect."

"The sect leader replied not long ago, saying that Senior Brother Li Guan should have arrived by now. Why haven't we seen him?"

Zhu Yeshuang felt somewhat puzzled. The reason she was able to remain calm was because she had already requested assistance from her sect after receiving Wu Tian's reminder.

With a senior brother secretly protecting them, they naturally have no fear of conspiracies or evil deeds.

But now Lu Daoqing is using the people at the foot of the mountain to set a trap for her, forcing her to come down the mountain, while her senior brother Li Guan is nowhere to be found.

This allowed the demon king to run rampant at the foot of the mountain, leaving piles of corpses and causing such a tragedy.

Left with no other choice, she had Chi Limu, who was in seclusion, carry his sword down the mountain. Then, she sent her primordial spirit out of her body and killed the white ape with a single sword strike.

Although the white ape was a demon king, its magical power was not profound enough, and its inner core was only of ordinary quality, comparable to a cultivator in the Dao Embryo Realm.

You can't withstand a single sword strike from her!
"It's just a pity... the time was too short..."

Zhu Yeshuang slowly closed her eyes. She had just sensed Lu Daoqing's movements and returned to her primordial spirit after striking with her sword.

It seems that the demon king's inner core has escaped!
"No rush, we'll settle everything another day."

She calmed her mind and fell back into meditation.

……

At this moment, Lu Daoqing returned to the White Bone Palace with an extremely gloomy expression. He lay on a throne made of ancient bronze, casually toying with a white ape the size of a palm.

"I originally intended to use this white ape's only offspring to lure it to my door and force Zhu Yeshuang to come down the mountain."

"I didn't expect that White Ape King to be so useless, he couldn't even stop Zhu Yeshuang in just a few breaths."

"What a waste!"

He pondered for a long time, then suddenly clenched his fist, nearly suffocating the palm-sized white ape, which let out a sharp cry.

"It seems the only option is to contact those two old guys."

"If that's the case, it will likely come at a considerable cost."

"Zhu Yeshuang is truly hateful and infuriating."

"You obstruct my path...you deserve to die!"

Lu Daoqing was furious to the extreme; the enmity of being blocked from the path was irreconcilable.

But he couldn't afford to offend Taiqing Temple.

From beginning to end, he never thought of killing Zhu Yeshuang; he only thought of forcing her away.

But I never expected Zhu Yeshuang to be so stubborn...

"Zhu Yeshuang, don't force me."

Behind him, a radiant light rose, lifting up a white bone relic.

In the dim light, one can see a three-headed, eight-armed demon god sitting cross-legged in the white bone relic, with a bone dragon coiled around its body.

"Let's wait a little longer..."

……

The secret struggle that took place in Skull Mountain remains unknown to the public.

At this moment, Wu Tian and Man Xiong stared blankly at the head that had fallen into the forest not far ahead. Both of them were completely dumbfounded.

They watched helplessly as Chi Limu bowed and worshipped the sword.
Immediately afterwards, the sword was drawn.

The sword light condensed into a thread and wrapped around the white ape's neck.

Immediately following, a torrential downpour of blood rained down from the sky, burying large swathes of forest.

The white ape's true form, which was originally tens of feet tall, rapidly shrank and fell into the forest, while its severed head rolled to a spot not far from Wu Tian and Man Xiongmu.

The white ape's eyes were wide with rage, its fangs still stained with blood, but all its expressions were frozen. Its head rolled into the forest, blood and dirt mingling and sticking to its white fur.

The demon king, who was just moments ago so ferocious and rampaging, slaughtering all living beings, has died so cleanly and swiftly?!

"I'm going back to the mountain. I'll come back to find you after I've completed the casting of the cauldron."

The sound of a girl's voice, devoid of emotion, roused Wu Tian from his astonishment, and he turned to look.

Chi Limu stood with his sword on his back, nodded to him, and then glanced at Man Xiongmu. The ancient sword he was holding, with its scabbard scattering crimson light, enveloped his body.

It quickly transformed into a streak of red light and headed towards Skull Mountain.

These successive changes made Wu Tian feel like his brain wasn't quite up to par.

He shook his dog head and slowly walked to the white ape's head, gazing at it quietly for a long time.

For some reason, I felt a complex mix of emotions that were hard to describe.

Perhaps it's because I drank a sip of its liquor?

“I was just saying you would become a demon king like it, but I didn’t expect this guy to die so decisively.” Man Xiongmu walked over and said with some regret, “You should not become a demon king. Just follow Master Zhu and cultivate.”

"Sooner or later, we will be able to obtain the method of transmission."

After a moment of silence, Wu Tian spoke up, "Master, may I bury this demon king's head?"

Man Xiongmu was somewhat taken aback upon hearing this, but after a moment of thought, he shook his head. "Terror is not an option. The Demon King's corpse is a top-grade spiritual material for refining protective artifacts. The sect's higher-ups would never let it go."

"I imagine that soon someone will come down the mountain to retrieve the demon king's corpse."

Wu Tian frowned, "Then why didn't Senior Zhu let Chi Limu retrieve the Demon King's corpse?"

After a long pause, Manxiong Mu finally spoke, "Perhaps it's because they look down on it and don't care?!"

Wu Tian fell silent... Is this what it means to be utterly extravagant?

(End of this chapter)