Demon Cultivator: Heaven and earth are the cauldron, and all living beings are the medicine

Southern Border, Cangyuan Kingdom, Lì'ān City.

At this moment, it is the cold winter month of December. Outside, the world is a frozen expanse, with goose feather snow filling the sky. The entire Lì'ān City is draped in a snow-white mink coat.

The Spring Festival is approaching, and Lì'ān City should be bustling with activity, but now it is desolate. The wide streets are almost devoid of pedestrians, and every household is tightly closed, giving off an exceptionally bleak atmosphere.

In a dilapidated courtyard, a young boy is seen wearing tattered clothes, his face sallow and gaunt, his hair a tangled mess. He is shivering from the cold, curled up into a ball in the corner of the yard.

The boy's name is Níng Lù. He was originally a diligent student from China, but by chance, at the age of twelve, he transmigrated to this world of cultivation, his soul entering the body of a boy with the same name.

Just then, two sparse sets of footsteps could be heard on the street covered with thick snow, gradually approaching the dilapidated courtyard.

"Hehehe, Immortal Master Sūn, my home is just ahead. My nephew is already fifteen years old this year, just at the age of being strong and healthy. He can be sold to your Azure Orchid Sect as a slave. What do you think he's worth in spirit stones?"

A middle-aged man, pot-bellied and with a face full of橫肉, nodded and bowed to the weasel-faced youth beside him, his face full of obsequiousness.

"If it were in the past, he would be worth two or three spirit stones without a problem, but as you know, the entire Cangyuan Kingdom is suffering from famine. Our Azure Orchid Sect doesn't have many spirit stones either. I'm afraid he's only worth one spirit stone at most."

The weasel-faced youth revealed a playful smile, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes, and spoke with contempt.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's heart was filled with anger, and he cursed inwardly, "Bullshit! Who doesn't know that the Azure Orchid Sect is the richest in the entire Cangyuan Kingdom, except for the royal family!"

But even with the dissatisfaction in his heart, the middle-aged man remained calm on his face, forcibly putting on a smile and repeatedly agreeing.

"Yes, yes, yes, Immortal Master Sūn is right. Everyone is tight on money during this famine. I understand, I understand!"

The youth stopped replying, and the two walked on the empty street, slowly approaching the dilapidated courtyard.

"Creak, creak."

The pot-bellied middle-aged man took the lead, pushing open the dilapidated door of the courtyard and striding over the threshold into the courtyard. The dilapidated wooden door made a series of strange noises.

"Immortal Master Sūn, please come in. My humble abode has been in disrepair for many years. Please forgive me if the hospitality is lacking," the middle-aged man said, bowing and warmly greeting the youth.

The youth nodded slightly and stepped into the dilapidated courtyard, looking around and discovering the boy curled up in the corner of the yard.

Níng Lù heard the sound and suddenly raised his head, staring warily at the youth in front of him, his eyes filled with fear and hostility.

Upon seeing this, the youth gnashed his teeth in anger, his face instantly becoming ferocious. He grabbed the middle-aged man next to him by the neck, lifting him into the air. The strength in his hand kept increasing, and he roared continuously.

"Níng Dàshān! You dare to play with me!"

"Immortal, Immortal Master, please calm down!" The middle-aged man's throat was tightly gripped, his face turning red instantly, his eyes turning white, and his breathing becoming increasingly difficult. He choked out the words.

"Boom."

The youth kicked the middle-aged man in the abdomen, sending him flying and slamming heavily against the wall of the courtyard, sending up a flurry of snow.

Níng Dàshān fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, looking at the youth in front of him with horror, frantically kneeling and kowtowing. Even though his forehead was broken and blood was seeping out, he didn't notice it at all.

"Immortal Master, spare me! Immortal Master, spare me! This humble one doesn't know what I did wrong. Please, Immortal Master Sūn, let me go!" Níng Dàshān pleaded.

Even so, the anger on the youth's face did not diminish. He waved his hand, and five short flying swords appeared in front of him. A murderous intent rose in his eyes, and his face was extremely gloomy.

"You damn mortal trash! Knowing that the Cangyuan Kingdom is suffering from famine, this boy is so skinny that he's practically skin and bones. He'll probably starve to death in a few days. You must think your life is too long, you're so crazy about money that you dare to try to scheme against our Azure Orchid Sect. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, I'll send you to see the King of Hell right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the youth's figure flashed and disappeared, arriving in front of the middle-aged man at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye. He placed a flying knife against the man's neck, instantly drawing a shallow blood mark. Fresh blood flowed down Níng Dàshān's neck.

"Immortal Master Sūn, spare me! This humble one, this humble one has two spirit stones on hand, and I will offer them all to you!" The middle-aged man was so scared that he wet himself. His whole body couldn't stop trembling. He quickly took out a bag from his waist and handed it to the youth.

The youth took the bag and opened it, revealing two spirit stones shimmering with a faint blue light.

"Hmph!"

The next moment, the youth snorted coldly, put away the five flying swords in front of him, and kicked the middle-aged man heavily in the face again, leaving the dilapidated courtyard without looking back.

It's better to avoid trouble than to cause it. Níng Dàshān's actions of paying to avoid disaster successfully made the youth choose to let the matter drop, sparing Níng Dàshān's life.

Even so, Níng Dàshān still received a solid kick from the youth. After all, the other party was a cultivator, and the force of each blow was unbearable for ordinary people.

Níng Dàshān's entire nose was shattered, his face covered in scarlet blood, and he was in so much pain that he grimaced.

At this moment, Níng Lù, who was curled up to the side, witnessed the whole process, his brows furrowed, and a sense of unease arose in his heart. He tried his best to stand up, but even with half of his body leaning against the wall, he still couldn't support his skinny legs.

The boy had not eaten for three full days and nights, and he had no strength left in his body.

After a while, the painful expression on Níng Dàshān's face disappeared, replaced by endless anger and ferocity. He turned his head and stared at the boy in the corner, roaring madly.

"Waste! I have worked so hard to raise you for so many years. I originally thought I could sell you for a good price, but now I have lost two spirit stones and almost lost my life. I'll beat you to death today! I'll send you, you bastard, to see your parents!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up and pounced on the boy in the corner like a madman, as if he had been blinded by anger.

"Níng Dàshān! I've had enough of you! Have you ever treated me like a human being all these years?" Upon seeing this, the boy's heart was also filled with anger. He fought with the middle-aged man as if his life depended on it.

Faced with the moment of life and death, the boy's adrenaline surged, and he miraculously stood up, swinging his light fist and smashing it at the middle-aged man in front of him.