Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

"People from the Ye family?"

Mo Fan raised an eyebrow slightly, a playful smile curving his lips.

He had barely set foot on the Northern Desert when the Ye family, in their eagerness, sent someone to deliver their head, which was quite a surprise.

His gaze swept over the newcomer, who was none other than the old cultivator he had met once before.

Wu Chaoyue is the current Grand Elder of the Wu family.

Seeing this old man, who was more than ten years older than Wu Qilin, respectfully addressing Wu Qilin, who was much younger than himself, as "Father," a strange look flashed across Mo Fan's eyes, which then turned into a relieved smile.

This is how it is in the spiritual realm; it is not like in the mundane world where children are necessarily younger than their fathers.

If a descendant's aptitude for cultivation is insufficient, their lifespan will naturally be far shorter than that of their father, and they will often age much faster.

Clearly, the Wu family father and son are the most typical examples.

Wu Qilin was startled at first, but quickly regained his composure as an ancestor. He looked at Wu Chaoyue, who was rushing over, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and disorderly! You are now the Great Elder of the Wu family, how can you still be so reckless? Can't you see that your father is entertaining distinguished guests!"

“Father, I have already met Senior Mo before.”

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Wu Chaoyue's face, then he turned to Mo Fan and bowed deeply, his tone extremely respectful: "Xiao Xiu Wu Chaoyue greets Senior Mo!"

After saying that, he turned to Yuan Shan and the other three, and bowed with his hands clasped in greeting: "Greetings, seniors!"

"What's the matter that you're so panicked?"

Wu Qilin pressed on, his tone tinged with displeasure, "The Lin family had already warned the Ye family cultivators, so how dare they attack my Wu Family Fortress?"

"I don't know either!"

Wu Chaoyue spoke rapidly, his face full of anxiety, "I originally wanted to bring Senior Mo to see you, but Senior Mo was so fast that when I returned to the fortress, I saw three cultivators arrive in mid-air and launched a fierce attack on the clan's protective formation without saying a word!"

"I wanted to go forward and fight, but I realized that those three were all Saint Venerable Realm experts, so I hurriedly came to report!"

"What a fine family, the Ye!"

Wu Qilin was furious, his aura surging suddenly, but in the next instant, his anger turned into reluctance. He looked intently at Mo Fan, his tone carrying a hint of probing and pleading: "Fellow Daoist Mo, this matter..."

"They're just two early-stage Saint Venerables and one mid-stage Saint Venerable. Is it really worth making such a fuss?"

Mo Fan chuckled lightly. Just moments ago, his divine sense had already spread out along with Grandpa Qian.

At this moment, above Wu Family Fortress, three powerful auras were frantically attacking the clan's protective formation.

Although the Wu family was not strong, their protective formation was quite ingenious. The family head, Wu Chaofan, led all the cultivators in the clan to perform their duties and continuously inject Yuan power into the formation, which successfully held up the barrier and made it difficult for the three Saint Venerables to break through it for a while.

However, the combat power of a Saint Venerable Realm cultivator is terrifying after all. Even with the full strength of the clan supporting them, it is only the last gasp of their strength and they cannot hold out for long.

Seeing Wu Qilin's troubled expression, Mo Fan stopped teasing him and turned to the four people beside him, instructing them: "I need to go into seclusion to cultivate, so you will accompany the Wu family to defend against the enemy."

Remember, capture those three Holy Venerables alive if possible, and then await my judgment!

"Yes, sir!"

Yuan Shan and the other three responded in unison, their voices strong and clear.

"This...this will work?"

Upon seeing this, Wu Chaoyue frowned and subconsciously looked at Wu Qilin.

Although he knew that Mo Fan was extraordinary, Yuan Shan and the other three, though they seemed to have a calm demeanor, had never seen their true abilities. Could they possibly win against three Saint Venerables?

After all, experts at the Saint Venerable Realm are infamous throughout the entire Northern Desert Plains, and are considered powerful figures in their own right.

"Kid, are you questioning me?"

Before Wu Qilin could speak, Yuan Shan's face darkened, and he coldly snorted, "Three mere low-level Saint Venerables, I can crush them into mincemeat with one punch!"

"Lead the way! Today I'll show you what true strength is!"

Yuan Shan's anger startled Wu Qilin, who immediately shouted at Wu Chaoyue: "You blind fool!"

Even I, an old man, have to address these people as seniors, what are you still standing there for?

Quickly lead your seniors to defend against the enemy!

If you delay the opportunity and cause harm to my Wu family members, I will not forgive you!

"Yes Yes!"

Wu Chaoyue dared not say another word and quickly bowed to lead the way, "Seniors, please follow me!"

A moment later, Wu Chaoyue led Yuan Shan and the other three away in a hurry, leaving only Mo Fan and Wu Qilin in the main hall.

Mo Fan looked up at Wu Qilin with an indifferent gaze: "Take all your maids out."

From this day forward, this hall belongs to me for cultivation. Without my permission, neither you nor any of the Wu family cultivators are allowed to enter, or you will bear the consequences.

"This... alright, Fellow Daoist Mo!"

Wu Qilin had intended to take this opportunity to build a relationship with Mo Fan, but upon seeing the impatience in Mo Fan's eyes, he wisely shut his mouth and quickly told the female cultivators in the hall to leave.

As he left the main hall, Wu Qilin gently closed the door, and only breathed a long sigh of relief after the figure had completely disappeared from sight.

He addressed Mo Fan as "fellow Daoist," but he was acutely aware of his own position. The Wu family was now in a predicament, and only by clinging tightly to Mo Fan could they gain a foothold in the perilous Spirit Realm and avoid utter ruin.

Inside the main hall, Mo Fan waved his hand, and a white light flashed, revealing the chubby little white creature before him.

"Little White, I'm going into seclusion to cultivate. You'll protect me."

Anyone who dares to trespass into this hall, except for the Shen sisters, will be killed without exception!

Mo Fan's tone was solemn.

"Yes, Master!"

Little White nodded its round head obediently and blinked its bright, lively eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Fan's figure vanished into thin air, leaving only a lustrous bead lying on the ground.

Little White stared curiously at the bead, wriggled its chubby body around it, protecting it in the middle, then turned its head to look towards the palace gate, squinted its eyes and dozed off, seemingly lazy, but actually always alert to the movement around it.

The Void World, Black Wind Mountain.

Upon returning to the mountains, Mo Fan immediately summoned a group of high-ranking cultivators from the Myriad Demon Emperor Dynasty.

He sat on the throne of the Myriad Demon Palace, his gaze sweeping over the group of high-ranking cultivators standing solemnly below, and said in a deep voice: "I presume you all already know that I have led you to successfully enter the Spirit Realm!"

"The spirit realm is rich in spiritual energy and has perfect laws governing heaven and earth, making it the ideal place for you to break through cultivation bottlenecks and improve your strength!"

Upon hearing this, an uncontrollable cheer erupted in the imperial court.

The cultivators had already learned from the ascendants that the Emperor had entered the Spirit Realm, and they had been looking forward to it for a long time. Now that they heard the confirmation with their own ears, they were all overjoyed and extremely excited.

"Your Majesty! When can we leave?"

Red Eyes, unable to contain his excitement, was the first to ask.

"Yes, Your Majesty! I've long heard that the Spirit Realm is vast and rich in resources, with countless secret realms and treasures everywhere. When will we be allowed to venture into the real Spirit Realm?" Wolf Fierce rubbed his hands together, looking eager.

The other cultivators echoed this sentiment, their eyes filled with longing and anticipation for the spirit realm.

Mo Fan raised his hand and pressed down, and the hall instantly fell silent.

His expression was serious: "This matter cannot be rushed. The Spirit Realm is far more complex than you imagine. There are countless races, and their power is deeply intertwined. The competition for cultivation resources is extremely brutal, with no order whatsoever, only the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak."

"Since I am the emperor of the Myriad Demon Dynasty, I must be responsible for your safety."

"Once I have firmly established myself in the Spirit Realm and eliminated all surrounding threats, I will naturally grant you the freedom to come and go as you please, allowing you to cultivate in peace within the Spirit Realm."

Seeing the disappointment on the faces of the cultivators, Mo Fan changed the subject, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "But don't worry, this day won't be long."

It could take as little as two or three months, or as long as three to five years.

Now that my Myriad Demon Emperor Dynasty has stepped into the Spirit Realm, I will stir up a storm and let all forces know:

My Ten Thousand Demons Dynasty is by no means a weak force that can be easily manipulated!

Anyone who dares to provoke us will pay a bloody price!

As soon as the words fell, a powerful imperial aura swept through the entire court. The cultivators were shaken, and then bowed in unison: "We will obey the Emperor's command and are willing to go through fire and water for the Myriad Demon Dynasty!"