Dao Companions Help Me Live Forever

Chapter 223: Devil Dao Cultivator

In the blink of an eye, the beast tide within the Xuan Yang region had been raging for a year.

Demonic Beasts reveled on the land, and no one knew their purpose. They saw this land as their hunting ground and killed without restraint.

Human cultivators gathered to resist. Some were tragically breached by the Demonic Beasts' formations, with their lives hanging by a thread. Others took the initiative to attack, viewing the Demonic Beasts as prey and accumulating cultivation resources.

Furthermore, some infiltrated the demonic veins, taking advantage of the opportunity when the Demonic Beasts swarmed out and the defenses were weak, to plunder various resources within the veins.

Only the top-level forces of both sides had yet to appear on the frontlines, maintaining the intensity of this war between the two races without any strategic objectives at an acceptable level.

Yu Xian spent a year traveling through the 800-mile-long Wang Shu City, draining eight blood pools and killing three passing demon kings along the way, successfully advancing the strength of the blood puppets to the third-grade superior level.

The accumulation of a million Blood Essence from the eight blood pools far surpassed the blood sacrifice formation in Shang Yang City years ago in terms of quality and quantity.

It can only be said that the Devil Dao Cultivation Technique, known for its rapid progress, was truly remarkable. With an abundant supply of Blood Essence, the speed of breakthrough was beyond calculation.

Of course, such progress was not achieved overnight but was the result of the ten years of planning and preparation by the Great Unity Society and Youjian Trading Company.

If it weren't for the various blood sacrifice formations set up in advance to collect Qi and blood, the process of collecting Blood Essence would not have been so simple and rapid, and it would have caused a commotion.

Even so, the loss of Blood Essence on the human-demon battlefield also caught the attention of those who were observant.

The beast tide was a feast for people like Yu Xian who practiced demonic cultivation techniques.

However, Yu Xian was more cautious and would not actively harm others' lives. He only took advantage of the situation to collect some scraps.

But other Devil Dao cultivators were not like that.

They were already not accepted in the orthodox cultivation world and lived a repressed life, not daring to reveal their identities. When the beast tide caused chaos, how could they miss the opportunity to cause a commotion?

After a year of the beast tide, the number of human casualties caused by the blood sacrifices of Devil Dao cultivators was almost as high as the damage caused by the Demonic Beasts.

Even though Xuan Yang Sect had made preparations and established the Demon-Slaying Squad to put out fires everywhere, they still couldn't stop the appearance of demonic disasters.

This was also one of the reasons why the beast tide could not be eliminated in a short period of time.

After all, no one knew that their harmless neighbors and friends might secretly practice demonic cultivation techniques.

With the convenience of the beast tide, one year of Devil Dao cultivation was equivalent to the cultivation of a hundred years. This was almost a deadly temptation for cultivators.

Especially for orthodox immortal cultivation forces like Xuan Yang Realm, Devil Cultivators were rarely seen in normal times.

The difficult survival of Devil Cultivators also meant that this was a blue ocean for Devil Dao cultivators.

Practicing demonic cultivation techniques here did not require worrying about the fierce competition in the various major demonic domains where Heart's Demon cultivation prevailed. Everywhere was filled with fellow practitioners, and if one was not careful, they would become someone else's food.

So when the demonic disaster occurred, even some cultivators who despised demonic cultivation techniques couldn't help but be tempted to secretly study a few Devil Dao Cultivation Techniques.

And these cultivators were the seeds of Devil Cultivators, waiting for a suitable opportunity to take root and sprout.

On this day, the bald man controlled by Yu Xian walked into an underground cave, preparing to absorb and refine the Blood Essence accumulated in the ninth and final blood pool.

"The last one. After absorbing this one, I'll have to wait for some time," Yu Xian said.

The bald man casually threw out the Ten Thousand Beasts Soul Banner hanging from his waist, and the soul of the Ten Thousand Beasts True Immortal appeared next to the blood pool.

"Daoist Yang, please protect me," Yu Xian said.

The Ten Thousand Beasts True Immortal was already accustomed to this and even made a joke.

"Yu Xian, the Demon-Slaying Squad has been chasing after you recently. Don't overturn the cart at the last moment."

The bald man did not answer, and his body sank into the blood pool. Soon, bubbles emerged, indicating that the refining process had begun.

The Ten Thousand Beasts True Immortal stared at the blood pool, his smile fading away, lost in thought.

...

There were still traces of blood on the ground, but the small grass on the ground had absorbed enough nutrients and grew lush.

The trees were in full bloom, and there was no sign of the fierce battle that had taken place here not long ago.

It was a battle between migrating Human Cultivators and a group of Demonic Beasts. Hundreds of Human Cultivators were killed on the spot, and thousands of ordinary people became food for the beasts.

Of course, the group of Demonic Beasts was not doing well either, and was completely killed by a passing Gold Core cultivator.

On the tree.

Yu Xian was wearing a tattered Magical Robe, with a plain-looking golden long sword hanging from his waist. He had a worn-out straw hat covering his face as he slept soundly on a thick branch.

He looked like a destitute Rogue Cultivator.

His control over the Blood Puppets could not exceed the strength of his own Divine Sense.

Even though his Divine Sense was stronger than that of cultivators of the same rank, it could only reach a distance of about twenty li.

So wherever the Blood Puppets appeared, he would be within a thirty li radius. This was also one of the weaknesses of the Blood Puppets, as they were ultimately not as convenient as external avatars.

Now that the Blood Puppets were harvesting the Blood Essence from the blood pools, he naturally stayed nearby.

He thought this time would go smoothly, just like before.

After all, the blood pools he set up contained the secrets of the Silent Formation.

Even if an ordinary Gold Core cultivator used their Divine Sense to scan inch by inch underground, they might not be able to detect any flaws in the blood pools.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to successfully harvest so many blood pools.

However, accidents always happen unexpectedly.

Two streaks of light suddenly flashed across the sky.

Yu Xian lifted his straw hat and saw them landing in the distance. His brows furrowed, as that was where the blood pools were located.

"Don't go looking for death, hey."

Yu Xian sighed and covered his straw hat again.

...

"Dad, are you really sure there will be the opportunity you mentioned here?"

A middle-aged cultivator with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who looked very upright, hesitantly asked the gloomy old man beside him, dressed in a green robe.

The old man smiled sinisterly, his gaze constantly scanning the ground, as if he were looking at an unparalleled beauty, with an unstoppable greed in his eyes.

"This fellow can hide it from others, but he can't hide it from me. When you were flying above just now, did you see any differences between here and elsewhere?"

The middle-aged cultivator shook his head. "Nothing out of the ordinary. I didn't notice any differences."

The old man glared at the middle-aged cultivator. "You fool, if it weren't for the fact that you are my son, a fool like you would kneel and die in front of me, and I wouldn't even bother to take another look at you."

He pulled up the middle-aged cultivator and flew into the sky, pointing to the lush green ground below, teaching him:

"This place is a major transportation hub for the Three Mansions. It should have been trampled by thousands of people, and even the grass couldn't survive. But the vegetation here grows so luxuriantly. What do you think?"

The middle-aged cultivator frowned. "Demonic Beasts have caused chaos, cutting off transportation, so it's not surprising that vegetation grows. As for the lushness, it's probably due to the lingering Blood Qi in the soil, naturally making it flourish."

The old man said, "You only know one thing, but not the other. Take a closer look at where we just landed and see how it differs from elsewhere."

The middle-aged cultivator carefully scanned the area a few times, and suddenly his spirits lifted.

"The vegetation here seems to be sparser compared to the surrounding area, and the spiritual energy is not as abundant."

"Finally, you have some insight."

The old man flipped his palm, revealing a Jade Slip, and infused it with magic power. A formation diagram appeared.

"This is the Blood Sacrifice Formation, a secret technique used by Devil Dao cultivators to collect Blood Essence. It has endless uses. If you can obtain one, it will help you break through the shackles of the Gold Core and cultivate a Devil Dao Gold Core. You can even refine a decent Gold Core Supernatural Power."

The middle-aged cultivator's face lit up with joy. "Dad, are you saying there is a blood sacrifice pool here?!"

The old man smiled proudly, and the sinister feeling on his face dissipated quite a bit.

"Those Devil Cultivators took advantage of the chaos caused by the beast tide to set up these formations and collect the scattered Blood Qi on the earth. As for me, I practice the Spirit Discernment Technique, so I am most sensitive to Blood Qi and Devilish Qi."

Others may not be able to tell, but as a father, I can recognize it at a glance. The sparse vegetation just now is because the existence of the blood sacrifice pool has absorbed too much spiritual energy, causing the land to lose its energy.

Although I don't know how that fellow concealed the existence of the blood sacrifice pool, the traces of it are still evident.

Hehe, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. This effort has ultimately served as a wedding dress for me.

The middle-aged cultivator swallowed his saliva, as if seeing hope of breaking through the Gold Core.

"Father, what if the owner is still here?"

The old man confidently said, "The blood sacrifice pool collects blood essence and takes time. Now that there is turmoil in the world, why would Devil Cultivators be willing to guard such a small blood pool? Besides, even if there is an owner here, I am not to be trifled with."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly urged, "Then let's go down quickly."

"Naturally, we must go down."

A trace of satisfaction flashed in the old man's eyes. He led the middle-aged cultivator down and took out a magical item resembling a Feng Shui compass to calculate the position. Finally, he determined the location.

"It's right here."

He stomped his foot, causing the ground to sink several meters. Then, a distortion appeared on the ground, revealing a vortex-like entrance.

"Go in!"

The old man pulled his son and jumped into the vortex.

The underground had already been hollowed out, so the old man's jump was unobstructed, directly entering the underground cave.

...

As soon as the old man stabilized his figure, a fist the size of a sandbag came crashing towards him, leaving him with almost no time to react.

Boom!

The enormous Dharma Phase of the Ming Wang almost burst open the underground cave, causing debris to continuously fall.

Fortunately, the old man had always cast a protective spell on his body, which now exerted a powerful force, causing his body to fly backwards and embed into the stone wall, forming a large and deep human shape.

What was touching was that even in such a crisis, he did not forget to protect his son behind him.

So when he pulled himself out of the stone wall, his son was almost unrecognizable, turned into a pile of mud.

"Damn it!"

Seeing his son without breath, the old man became furious on the spot. Mysterious patterns crawled on his face, his body twisted, and his pupils turned into vertical snake pupils.

Snake Demon Transformation!

A cultivation method of the demonic path, capable of transforming into various creatures and controlling unimaginable abilities. However, due to the ease of losing rationality and completely transforming, it was classified as part of the demonic path.

It is said that the beast transformation technique of the beast tamer was originally inspired by the demonic path.

The old man spat out a slippery snake tongue, and his injuries continued to heal.

After transformation, his physical body greatly strengthened. The injuries that were considered serious just now could now only be considered minor.

Yu Xian let out a soft sound of surprise, not forcing the issue and retreating into the black mist.

The Ten Thousand Beast Soul Banner stirred up the wind and clouds, and the soul bodies began to fight and struggle against the old man in his snake demon form.

Half an hour later.

Only the upper half of the old man's body remained, panting heavily. A bald man stood in front of him, holding half of a snake tail in his hand and casually throwing it away.

Then, the black mist rolled, devouring the snake tail that contained abundant blood qi.

"I thought you were more formidable."

The old man only had a cultivation base at the middle stage of Gold Core, but after transformation, his physical body greatly enhanced, and he also possessed a supernatural power of strangulation. Once used, it could summon a huge snake demon shadow with extremely strong devouring and tearing power.

Unfortunately, the underground cave was too small, making it inconvenient to use, and its power was greatly diminished.

Although the Blood Puppet was considered a high-grade third-tier item, equivalent to the late stage of Gold Core, it relied solely on its thick blood and had no powerful supernatural powers.

The only commendable aspect was its Blood Qi Dharma Phase, but unfortunately, it was only a secret technique from the past and was somewhat insufficient in the Gold Core Realm. In a real fight, it might not be a match for the opponent.

Fortunately, there was still the top-grade magic treasure, the Ten Thousand Beast Soul Banner, as well as the several Gold Core cultivators refined within it. The old man met his demise on the spot.

"Cough cough, I admit defeat, my skills are inferior to yours. As fellow Devil Dao cultivators, survival is not easy. I kindly request that you spare me, and I am willing to offer compensation as an apology for trespassing into your territory."

The old man's aura weakened, and the mysterious patterns on his body gradually faded, returning to their previous gloomy appearance, but he had lost his legs.

The bald man said indifferently, "If I kill you, everything on your body will be mine."

The old man leaned against the stone wall and said with difficulty, "Do you think someone like me would carry their wealth on them? Believe me, my value alive is greater than dead."

The bald man twisted his neck, making a cracking sound.

"Actually, I can let you go, but you have to tell me how you discovered me."

The old man stuck out his tongue, and it split into a forked shape, resembling a snake's tongue.

"This is my talent. I can discern various smells, and I am particularly sensitive to Blood Qi. You secretly set up a blood sacrifice formation to collect Blood Essence. I was momentarily confused and did not intend to intrude."

"No, that's not it!"

The bald man said fiercely, "My formation doesn't emit any aura. How could you find it with just your tongue?"

The old man had no choice but to repeat what he had just taught his son.

Yu Xian was immediately stunned.

A small action can have far-reaching consequences. He had indeed hidden the source, but he couldn't hide the chain reaction it caused.

Others may not be able to find the blood pool, but they can deduce its location from the external environment.

Every past event leaves a trace.

He seemed to understand how to extend the technique of deceiving fate and avoiding karma. To truly avoid karma, it wasn't enough to hide himself; he had to erase all traces related to him.

Otherwise, if there was a missing piece on a line, anyone who saw it would know something was wrong.

But if the entire line disappeared, then no one would be able to perceive his existence.

"I see."

Yu Xian nodded and looked at the old man, "How much do you think your life is worth?"

The old man saw a glimmer of hope and quickly replied, "I am willing to exchange my crippled body for a Spirit Blood Bead."

The Spirit Blood Bead was a notorious disposable magical item in the Devil Dao. It was used to collect the essence and blood of souls. One Spirit Blood Bead represented the lives of ten thousand Qi Refining cultivators or the Blood Essence of one hundred thousand mortals. It was not much inferior to the blood pool he had set up.

Below the Spirit Blood Bead, there were also the Thousand Spirit and Hundred Spirit levels.

In the Blood Devil Dao, there was another type of Magic Treasure called the Blood Spirit Bead, which was specifically used to collect essence, blood, and souls, refining them into spirit blood. It was the most suitable for Blood Devil cultivators' cultivation and could rival top-grade elixirs.

"Is your life really worth so little?"

Yu Xian said discontentedly.

He wouldn't actively refine Spirit Blood Beads, but he didn't mind using them to refine blood puppets.

A hint of pain flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Then make it two."

Seeing that Yu Xian wanted to say something else, the old man hurriedly said, "It's not easy to refine Spirit Blood Beads. It requires slaughtering cities and exterminating clans, and it will definitely attract the Demon-Slaying Squad of the Xuan Yang Sect. I usually only dare to secretly refine Hundred Spirit Beads. To obtain Spirit Blood Beads, I have to find fellow cultivators to purchase them. It's already my entire fortune."

"Fellow cultivators?"

Yu Xian finally realized.

He thought that Devil Cultivators were all loners.

For example, the True Devil of Ten Thousand Beasts, he was also considered a half-hearted Devil Cultivator, but he had never mentioned anything about fellow cultivators.

The old man also realized.

"Could it be that you don't know about the True Demon Society?"

(End of this chapter)