novelbin Chapter 77 The Daily Lives of Two Big Shots
Chapter 77 The Daily Lives of Two Big Shots
Cultivation Realm.
Muxianzhou, the Ten Thousand Mountains, the First Saint Demon Sect.
Amidst layers of clouds and mountain peaks, a main peak rises abruptly from the ground, piercing the heavens.
Its entire body is pitch black, and it was not formed naturally. Rather, it is the soul bone left behind by a primordial beast after its death in ancient times, which was forcibly embedded into the earth by the sect leader with supreme power.
Meanwhile, in the main hall on the main peak.
There was one person, the sect leader of the First Saint Sect, the number one demonic sect in the world, a peak Mahayana cultivator, who was just one step away from ascending to the Immortal Realm, the First Saint Demon Lord!
Legend has it that he had a blue face and fangs, and three heads and six arms, but in reality, he was just a middle-aged man dressed in an ancient robe.
At this moment, the First Saint Demon Lord was staring blankly at a flagpole.
The black flag fluttered in the wind, and the demonic energy surrounding it was so strong that even ordinary cultivators who came near it would lose their composure and become nothing more than walking corpses.
This is the treasure that every member of the Demonic Sect possesses: the Myriad Soul Banner.
The item in the hands of the First Saint Demon Lord is made of thousand-year-old Xuan Yin wood, mountain spider silk, and saintly skin.
"No one is old enough to make wood, no one is good enough to make silk threads, and no one is good enough to hang drum skins."
"Me, a dignified Demon Lord, wielding a magical artifact inferior to that of a fellow demon from a terrifying world? If word gets out, won't I become a laughingstock?"
The more the First Saint Demon Lord thought about it, the angrier he became.
At this moment, his trusted aide, Elder Xuanming, arrived on his sword and respectfully said, "Greetings, Sect Master."
The First Saint Demon Lord waved his hand: "No need for formalities. Has anything important happened recently?"
Seeing that the sect leader seemed to be in a bad mood today, Elder Xuanming said something positive: "Sect leader, good news! The sect leader of the Sword Sect, one of the leaders of the righteous path, mysteriously disappeared after going into seclusion. I heard that the old man was about to break through to the mid-stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, but he probably failed the tribulation and his soul returned to heaven and earth."
"That reminds me."
With a wave of his hand, the First Saint Demon Lord produced a celestial sword in an instant.
Elder Xuanming's heart skipped a beat: "A Tribulation Transcending stage magic weapon, and it even has a sword spirit."
But the appearance of this sword spirit looks so familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before.
Xuanming searched his memories and was shocked: "Isn't this the missing Sword Sect Master?"
The First Saint Demon Lord: "You may step back."
Elder Xuanming: "Yes!"
Once everyone was alone, the First Saint Demon Lord finally allowed the sword spirit to speak, and its first words were a curse: "You demon! I'll f*** your mother!"
The Demon Lord shook his head: "You're already at the Tribulation Transcending stage, yet you're still so restless and agitated, no different from a street thug. You've wasted tens of thousands of years of cultivation!"
But the Sword Sect Master continued to curse.
The Demon Lord retorted, "What good will it do you to insult me?"
The Sword Sect Master spoke frankly: "It's useless. I didn't expect it to be useful anyway. If I fell into your hands, I would surely die. So I'm just cursing to vent my anger."
"It seems you already know what's going on?"
"When I reached the breakthrough stage of my cultivation, my body suddenly exploded and turned into a celestial sword. Anyone could tell that this was simply because you tampered with my cultivation technique, the Sword Heart Dao Technique."
"Brilliant!" the Demon Lord exclaimed. "After all these years of scheming, I've finally caught another big fish."
The Sword Sect Master was puzzled: "That's strange. The previous sect leader was exceptionally astute and had a plan that never failed. He personally passed on the technique to me. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any problems."
The Demon Lord reached into his spatial ring and retrieved a celestial sword of the same grade: "He's here too. Why don't you two, master and disciple, catch up?"
Sword Sect Master: "......"
The Demon Lord then drew his sword: "And your predecessor before that."
Sword Sect Master: "......"
No wonder they said they caught another big fish.
After a long silence, the Sword Sect Master said, "Our Sword Heart Dao Technique was created by the Sword Sect's founding ancestor, the Sword Immortal Venerable. Don't tell me he's here too."
The Demon Lord remarked, "They've all learned to answer first; he is indeed here."
At this moment, the Sword Sect Master could no longer remain calm: "This is impossible! Absolutely not! The Sword Immortal Venerable simply departed to seek an opportunity for ascension."
"Moreover, since we are both at the Mahayana stage, even if he can't defeat you, you demon, he can still run away. Even if he can't run away, he won't be completely crushed by you and turned into a sword spirit."
The Demon Lord urged the Sword Sect Master to calm down: "I only said he was here, not that he was dead."
The Sword Sect Master suddenly remembered something, his expression changing as he exclaimed, "Could it be that you are...?!"
The Demon Lord laughed heartily: "As expected of someone who has risen to the top, you are quite clever. Not bad, I am the Sword Immortal Lord."
"You didn't expect that, did you? I built my own sect for the materials of the Four Swords Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation and waited for three generations of powerful leaders before I could gather the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, the Immortal Trapping Sword, and the Immortal Severing Sword. Now I only need the Immortal Slaughtering Sword to complete my formation."
"Demon! Demon!"
Amidst the desperate cries of the Sword Sect Master, the Demon Lord stored the three immortal swords into his ring.
After a while, he summoned Elder Xuanming again: "You hesitated just now, is there some bad news you haven't told me yet?"
Elder Xuanming flattered, "Nothing can escape the Sect Master's discerning eyes. It's like this: recently, we've discovered that other elders are making moves and contacting each other in private, which may be detrimental to the Sect Master."
"Have they contacted you?"
"Of course, I have a blood feud with the sect leader for killing my father, and everyone in the sect's upper echelons knows this. They will definitely prioritize winning me over."
Life is hard, the Demon Lord sighed: "Alas, in order to prevent them from calculating the cause and effect and discovering that it was all an act, I had no choice but to kill your father. It is a hardship for you."
Elder Xuanming said calmly, "As long as I can serve the sect leader, a mere father is of no concern to me."
What a loving father and filial son!
The Demon Lord asked, "Once you've broken in, help me find out who's causing this trouble."
Elder Xuanming said worriedly, "I have tested them many times, but they are very cautious and will not make a move easily."
"You are loyal, but too stupid," the Demon Lord instructed. "The old way, just say that I messed up my training and am about to die."
"Understood." Elder Xuanming kowtowed and took his leave.
Watching Elder Xuanming's retreating figure, the Demon Lord's expression gradually darkened.
This old man isn't that stupid; he's deliberately hiding his abilities to make me lower my guard.
Even the claim that the elders were causing trouble might be completely fabricated, and they might just be trying to get me to help them eliminate their rivals.
The Demon Lord probably guessed what Elder Xuanming was thinking, but he didn't expose him: "Those elders are all in the late stage of Tribulation Transcending, making them the most suitable to be the main soul. Once Fellow Daoist Chen has repaired the red envelope function, I will send it to him."
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Fantasy world.
A powerful aura erupted from the void, soaring upwards to the heavens.
A long howl suddenly rang out, spreading throughout the entire universe.
"It's an ominous corpse king!"
"Wasn't it sleeping? How did it suddenly wake up?"
"Could it be that a dark upheaval is about to erupt? But the era predicted in the prophecy is still thousands of years away!"
Those who know the secret history of the Dark Ages and Turmoil know this.
In this world, immortality is not only attainable by ascending to the celestial realm.
Those great figures who did not become immortals would encounter misfortune when their lifespan was nearing its end, and their corpses would turn into monsters covered in green hair.
These green corpses, though not immortal, are still immortal. However, every tens of thousands of years, they need to plunder the life force of others to maintain their own stability.
Legend has it that those green zombies can kill all life on a planet with just one mouth.
And this is the Dark Turmoil.
Unless a great emperor of the time were to suppress it with his life, there would surely be widespread suffering and rivers of blood.
But this is not the golden age; no great emperor has yet been born!
The mournful howl echoed through the universe, keeping all the powers of the world awake at night. It all happened so suddenly, without any warning. A world-shaking upheaval was about to unfold.
"Every instance of dark turmoil is initiated by the ominous Corpse King, the source of the green corpses."
"Without the Emperor's intervention, this would be the most terrifying dark upheaval in history!"
"There's movement in the Northern Region!"
"Has an ancient emperor been resurrected?"
The cultivators from all star regions focused their attention on the Northern Star Region.
On an ancient, lifeless star, demonic clouds rolled in, and green-furred whirlwinds swept across the ground, howling like ghosts wailing.
A tall figure broke free of the seal, its body covered in thick, half-foot-long green fur, looking ferocious and terrifying.
Around it, a dead zone was formed, where flowers, trees, birds and beasts would die upon contact.
"This oppressive aura belongs to some great emperor or ancient sovereign!"
"Even such a great figure couldn't escape misfortune in his later years?"
All cultivators in the world were filled with despair. The ancient emperor had arrived, but he was in the enemy camp.
As the supreme being awakened, other ancient creatures also emerged from the earth. They included dragons, phoenixes, scaled creatures, and horns, each with an extraordinary appearance.
They were all powerful figures who dominated their respective regions in their lifetimes, but in their later years, they encountered misfortune and became monsters.
And watch as thousands upon thousands of monsters flew toward the source of everything, the void where the ominous Corpse King resided.
Everyone's expression changed.
"This world is about to descend into chaos."
"I see a future of rivers of blood and countless corpses!"
"Run! Get to the edge of the universe!"
Amidst widespread fear, several quasi-emperors defied the tide, gathering cultivators from several star regions to form a square formation, preparing for a life-or-death struggle.
At this moment, at the end of the void.
Millions of monsters and dozens of supreme beings knelt down simultaneously, paying homage to their emperor.
Normally, the Ominous Corpse King is a man of few words, but if he gives an order, he can easily wipe out the entire universe in blood.
But then the emperor said something that left everyone somewhat confused: "Which of you is the dog?"
All of you supreme beings were great figures who dominated an era during your lifetimes.
But now they've become green corpses, their lives in the hands of the ominous Corpse King. So everyone looks at each other, none of them knowing what their master is planning. So they all say, "Your Majesty, we are all your dogs."
The ominous Corpse King stated, "That's not what I meant."
"I have a friend who owns a dog and needs a demonic cultivation technique. I'm going to give it to him next time we meet. Does anyone have one?"
Does the ominous Corpse King have friends?
The supreme beings were shocked. Just how powerful was this terrifying being's friend? Could he be an immortal?
And a dog owned by someone of this caliber is a true dog emperor.
The supreme being said, "Your Majesty, our cultivation methods may not be up to par."
Even if you broke their skulls, they probably wouldn't have guessed that the so-called friend's dog was just a husky.
The ominous Corpse King declared, "Not qualified is just fine."
He had heard everything Chen Feng had said; that dog was a ten-year-old husky. If the cultivation technique was too advanced, he was afraid the husky wouldn't be able to master it.
An ancient emperor once said, "I possess a book called 'Heavenly Dog Devours the Moon,' which can devour the entire moon."
That's a weakling.
The ominous Corpse King withdrew his cultivation technique, telling everyone to go back to sleep and that he would call them back when there was an opportunity to become an immortal or when the darkness turbulent.
The supreme beings were all dumbfounded: They had called everyone out specifically for this?
But those few quasi-emperors and tens of millions of cultivators were even more bewildered.
They originally said, "We'll fight you to the death, even if it means our own demise, we'll knock one of your teeth out."
When the supreme beings appeared, a single glance from them was enough to make them unable to stand up straight.
Several potential emperors panicked.
"Is this the former emperor? Even though he has become a monster, he still exudes such an aura of power."
"Apart from a few of us, the rest probably wouldn't even be able to hold them off for a moment."
In a tense atmosphere.
An unparalleled being called out, "Hey!"
Everyone's hearts were in their throats.
But the supreme being continued, "What are you looking at? We're off work, no work today."
The quasi-emperors were dumbfounded: "Huh?"
The supreme being calculated the time: "There are still three thousand years until the Dark Turmoil begins. You've arrived too early."
See you in three thousand years.
With that, they each went home.
The quasi-emperors were left standing there bewildered: "So particular? Then we're doomed. See you in three thousand years."
"Anyone who doesn't come is a coward."
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Cihang City, Happiness Internet Cafe.
After the chat group was closed, Chen Feng looked at the documents uploaded by the two big shots and couldn't stop smiling.
"let me see."
"Hahaha, with my aptitude, I do recognize every single character, but I can't understand them when they're put together."
"Proficiency system, read it to me!"
[Ding! Great Completion Sacred Body Cultivation Method detected. This method requires the host to have a Sacred Body physique, which you do not meet. Plan failed!]
[Ding! Xuanwu Longevity Technique detected]
[Warning! The target cultivation technique is too advanced. Please repair the system functions lost due to the death of the previous host as soon as possible.]
You have obtained the Xuanwu Longevity Technique: Qi Refining Chapter (free), Foundation Establishment Chapter (10 points), Golden Core Chapter (100 points), Nascent Soul Chapter (1000 points), Deity Transformation Chapter (cannot be obtained)
General outline of the exercise:
The spirit platform lies dormant in the deepest abyss, its divine light fading into mortal smoke.
Do not compete for opportunities or be the first; do not leave the mountain until everything is perfect.
People only think that longevity is good, but they don't know that longevity lies in merely surviving.
A dragon lies hidden in the abyss for countless years, but one day it attains enlightenment and astounds the heavens!
"What a beautiful poem! What a beautiful poem!"
"Although I can't understand it, it sounds very scholarly, so it must be something good."
Chen Feng had specifically explained his situation to the Demon Lord and had chosen a cultivation technique for stealthy development.
This cultivation method has a drawback: the cultivation speed is very slow, only half that of other cultivation methods. However, its advantage is that the lifespan of the cultivator is ten times that of an ordinary person, and its main feature is to live a long life.
Furthermore, at each stage, one will acquire different life-saving abilities.
In the early stages of Qi Refining, one can disguise their aura as that of an ordinary person, so that even if a powerful being scans them with their spiritual sense, they will not be able to detect anything unusual.
In the mid-stage of Qi Refining, one can feign death once a day to clear abnormal statuses.
In the later stages of Qi Refining, one can consume lifespan to increase their defense.
"Okay, okay."
Chen Feng was already eager to complete the daily check-in task, quickly obtain the Qi Refining Pill, and begin his cultivation journey.
"This is still an incomplete version without the red envelope function, and it's already this amazing."
"Once this is repaired, the Demon Lord will directly send me a Tribulation Transcending Stage magic weapon. Wouldn't I be set for life?"
"I made a hasty conclusion before saying that Hextech is the strongest 03 system."
"Hextech, you're just an ordinary person born without a chat system."
"Chat groups are the most powerful system."
Seeing Chen Feng's inexplicable silly grin.
She Qingqing asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? Did you see a ghost outside? Why are you so happy?"
Because having to play through Horror Park every time he respawns is too troublesome, Chen Feng has now changed his save file to the time after he and She Qingqing returned from the ruined temple.
While some are happy, others are sad.
An hour ago, at the Crazy Zoo.
At the same time as Chen Feng was reborn, the great demon suddenly changed his expression and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Just a moment ago, he lost contact with his natal magic weapon.
"Where is my Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"
"Where did my enormous Soul Banner go?"