Chronicles of the Green Vine: A Mortal’s Path to Immortality

"Senior Brother, we nine sects are of the same breath. We are only here for some resources. This junior sister is willing to offer all her gains this time to Senior Brother, only begging for my life."

The woman's clothes were tattered, looking pitiful. At this critical moment of life and death, she disregarded her shame and used her greatest asset as a woman to seduce the young man.

The young man was proficient in fire attribute spells, and his fire snake technique was incredibly skilled. After seeing his methods, the woman felt she had no chance.

"This junior sister is willing to serve Senior Brother for a night, as a slave or servant, at your command. I wonder what Senior Brother thinks?"

"Hmph, then throw your storage bag over here." The young man didn't stop, but sneered.

"Senior Brother must keep your promise. This junior sister will give you the storage bag." The female cultivator gritted her teeth, while resisting the fire snake's attack, she glanced down at a storage bag embroidered with orchids on her waist. After hesitating for a moment, she took off the storage bag and threw it into the air, slowly floating towards the young man.

When the storage bag was only two zhang away from the young man, the female cultivator gave up control of it.

Immediately, the storage bag fell to the ground. Seeing that the storage bag was normal, the young man also stopped casting spells and pointed at the storage bag with one hand, grabbing it.

"Haha, good, Junior Sister is so sensible, Senior Brother will not let you suffer." The young man was overjoyed to get the storage bag. However, the expression on his face suddenly became strange. Without warning, he pinched a magic seal with one hand, and the originally calm jade pendant spun around, emitting a great blaze.

The young man urged the magic weapon to release a thick fire snake five or six zhang long, attacking mercilessly. He once again suppressed the female cultivator, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"Bitch! Trying to trick me? I know your Joyful Union Sect's housekeeping skills. Do you think I'm stupid? With your mediocre looks, you want to confuse me?" The young man smiled sinisterly, looking at the woman with disgust, his tone quite smug.

He was not a novice who had just entered the world. Believing that he still had some self-control, he suppressed the desire in his heart and fully urged the magic weapon, planning to kill the female cultivator immediately.

Just as the young man was complacent, a sharp scream rang out inexplicably. The young man was stunned, and he noticed that the scream came from the female cultivator.

Before he could consider the female cultivator's strange behavior, the storage bag in his hand shook, and a bright green centipede, as thick as a finger, crawled out of it and bit his wrist.

"Ah, this is."

With a scream, the young man trembled and quickly threw away the storage bag, but his arm had instantly turned blue-gray. At the same time, his body stiffened, and he fell straight to the ground, unable to move for a moment.

"This is the spiritual insect that I have nurtured. Although the toxicity is not strong, it has a skill. It can sleep for a long time, has strong vitality, and can survive in a storage bag."

The female cultivator looked at the young man and smiled lightly. A flying sword slashed across the young man's neck, and a head rolled to the side, blood flowing all over the ground.

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On a steep cliff, three corpses dressed in various colors lay on the ground, already dead. Nearby, a middle-aged man from the Cloud Sword Sect was sitting on a black stone, carefully wiping a bright white jade flying sword.

On a desolate mountain, a green-shirted man with an ugly face was driving several large black birds, besieging a Taoist-dressed cultivator.

……

Inside a volcanic mountain, beside a lava flow, seven or eight sun flame flowers grew on the rock wall. The flowers were gorgeous, with strands of spiritual power gathering on them, emitting a strong fragrance. They were all ripe.

A series of light chirps and explosions came from the side. A team of five Qingyun Temple disciples were besieging a powerful giant fire bird.

Suddenly, one of the middle-aged Taoists in his thirties broke away from the battlefield and looked towards a boulder, coldly shouting, "Fellow Daoists of the Giant Demon Sect, have you enjoyed the show?"

The direction he was looking at was originally empty, but after a few breaths, a rough voice came, "Haha, Fellow Daoist Huo Mu, I didn't expect to meet you here again. You and I are really destined!"

Four cultivators dressed in Giant Demon Sect clothing walked out from behind the boulder. The speaker was a tall, black-clothed, bald-browed man. He looked kind and amiable, but he had an strange look.

"Wang Meng, I didn't expect that after not seeing you for several years, your cultivation has improved again."

"Hehe, I heard that Fellow Daoist Huo Mu obtained a Foundation Establishment Pill. I didn't expect you to come here." The bald-browed man touched his forehead, looking at the middle-aged Taoist with a sneer.

"Hmph, after not seeing you for a few years, Fellow Daoist Wang's verbal skills have greatly improved." The middle-aged Taoist's face darkened.

He had extraordinary talent since he was a child, born into a family of cultivators. He joined Qingyun Temple and was accepted as a disciple by a Foundation Establishment cultivator. He cultivated diligently for more than ten years, and reached the twelfth level of Qi training ten years ago. The sect bestowed a Foundation Establishment Pill. Unfortunately, he had bad luck and failed to establish his foundation.

Afterwards, he went out to travel, and met this Wang person at a scattered cultivator treasure competition. This person practiced the Giant Demon Sect's body refining technique and was surprisingly strong. The two of them were evenly matched and fought several times, but neither could do anything to the other. He didn't expect to meet him in this Burning Flame Valley.

This person didn't know how he found out the news, and seemed to know his past very well. Now he was actually using his failure to establish a foundation to humiliate him. How could he not feel hatred!

"The sun flame flowers here, you and I will split them equally, what does Fellow Daoist think?" The big man glanced at the flame bird indifferently and said in a deep voice.

"Fellow Daoist really knows how to pick a bargain."

"Where are you talking, you would do the same if you were in my position."

"Okay, let's do as Fellow Daoist said. You guys hurry up and take action, join forces to kill the demon beast to avoid attracting other cultivators."

"Haha, we will also do our best." The two of them discussed a few words as if no one else was there, and reached a consensus.

This kind of thing is very common in this secret realm. There are not only teams composed of sect cultivators, but also scattered cultivators. It's just that their conflicts are not so peaceful.

And this kind of seemingly cooperative thing often results in more dead and injured cultivators.

Now that there is not much time left before the Burning Flame Valley closes, most of the cultivators who have entered the central area are not weak. All kinds of powerful characters have revealed their fangs. The killing is becoming more frequent and bloody.

Speaking of which, whether it is a sect cultivator or a scattered cultivator, they can only rely on their own strength here. Most of the weak cultivators are scattered cultivators, accounting for 80%.

Often, after the first day, except for those who are clever and have special self-preservation methods, these people who are too weak will be killed by demon beasts and strong people.

The second type of people are cultivators with medium strength but self-awareness. This group of cultivators is experienced. Some of them enter the Burning Flame Valley, find a place to hide and wait for an opportunity to move.

They are unwilling to fight with powerful cultivators, but instead focus their attention on similar people, intending to kill and steal treasures to obtain spiritual medicines and other resources.

Of course, there are also some cultivators who do not have a clear understanding of their own strength, and will also run into tough opponents, be eaten in the dark, and capsize in the gutter, and ultimately have no good end.

Only the strongest cultivators are the real powerhouses, and their cultivation has mostly reached the completion of Qi training.

There are not many people of this kind, most of them are sect disciples, and there are also a few who have taken the Foundation Establishment Pill. Although they have not succeeded in breaking through, their mana is strong and not something that ordinary people can deal with.

Their only goal is to seize enough spiritual medicine to exchange for the Foundation Establishment Pill. Of course, there are also strong female cultivators like the one Zhang Ling met, who belong to the few strong people among the scattered cultivators.

Killing is staged in the secret realm all the time, cultivators kill cultivators, cultivators kill demon beasts, and demon beasts kill cultivators. The **** smell permeates the entire Burning Flame Valley.