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

As night deepened, the goose feather snow in the sky continued to fall relentlessly. In a dilapidated courtyard, blood splattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a pungent, acrid smell.

A scrawny youth sat inside the wooden house in the courtyard, staring at the middle-aged man who was lying dead on the ground, a thoughtful look on his face as he surveyed the blood-soaked interior.

Suddenly, the ancient Honghuang cauldron, stored within the youth's clothes, seemed to sense something. Ignoring the youth's commands, it flew out of his sleeve and hovered in mid-air.

Ning Lu felt a flicker of confusion and furrowed his brow, staring intently at the Honghuang cauldron in the air.

"Dong, dong, dong."

The Honghuang cauldron emitted its unique sound once more, instantly sucking the middle-aged man's corpse into itself.

Seeing this, the youth closed his eyes, his figure disappearing from the spot as he entered the Honghuang cauldron.

From the moment the youth first entered the Honghuang cauldron, an inseparable connection was formed between them. Now, with just a thought, the youth could freely enter and exit the Honghuang cauldron, as if the latter had recognized him as its master.

When the youth opened his eyes again, the pungent smell of blood had vanished, and a scene resembling a fairyland reappeared before him.

However, Ning Lu's gaze did not linger on this beautiful scenery. Instead, he stared intently at the crimson red furnace.

At the bottom of the Honghuang cauldron, a scarlet flame ignited, as if the entire cauldron was undergoing forging.

"Dong, dong, dong."

The strange sound rose again, the scarlet flame disappeared, and the Honghuang cauldron stopped forging. A streak of blood-red gas emerged from the cauldron once more, flying directly into the youth's body.

Ning Lu felt waves of pain washing over him, as if his body was being roasted over a small fire, and his meridians and bones were constantly growing stronger.

After a moment, the burning pain dissipated, and the youth felt his blood and spirit stronger, and his strength had also increased, as if his cultivation had taken a step forward.

Although the youth's cultivation was still at the initial stage of Body Tempering, he truly felt that he had taken a small step forward.

At the same time, a wisp of soul, transformed into a spiritual body, flew out of the Honghuang cauldron, scattering across the sky, accompanying the stars.

The youth looked up, gazing at the firmament, and upon closer inspection, he recognized the appearance of that wisp of soul.

"Ning Dasha?! What's going on?"

The youth exclaimed inwardly, staring intently at the soul above the sky.

That wisp of soul also noticed the youth. Meeting his dark eyes, it immediately cowered into a ball, not daring to look directly at the youth, as if it had no intelligence and could not recognize him.

The youth observed carefully and also noticed this point, making a secret deduction in his heart.

"It seems that the Ning Dasha before me is just a wisp of soul. His physical body has long since dissipated, and even his consciousness seems to have been erased. Is this the power of the Honghuang cauldron?"

The youth stared ahead, gazing at the huge crimson furnace, marveling in his heart.

"So, in that case, the blood-colored gas that poured into my body just now should be the result of the Honghuang cauldron refining Ning Dasha."

The youth thought to himself, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, and evil thoughts arose.

"If even a mortal like Ning Dasha can be refined to aid my cultivation, then what would it be like to refine a cultivator?"

A smile crept onto Ning Lu's lips, he closed his eyes, and his figure moved at will, directly leaving this space.

The next morning, the goose feather snow finally stopped, and the streets of the entire Liyang City were covered with thick snow. A ray of light shone into the dilapidated courtyard, as if draping a brocade robe over the earth.

A scrawny youth, dressed in coarse linen clothes, walked out of the dilapidated courtyard. The clothes dragged on the ground, and the cuffs covered the youth's hands, appearing extremely ill-fitting.

Ning Lu had changed his attire. The clothes he was wearing were not his own, but his uncle Ning Dasha's.

Changing into this attire was not the youth's wish, but his own blue shirt was already very thin and dilapidated. Moreover, in yesterday's bloody battle, it had already been soaked with blood. If he wore it out now, it would be too eye-catching. A loose coarse linen robe was better than a blood-stained shirt.

Now he was about to leave this courtyard where he had lived for many years and head to the largest sect in the entire Cangyuan Kingdom: the Canglan Sect.

The purpose of this trip was none other than to join the Canglan Sect, use the sect's resources to continuously improve his cultivation, and then, at the appropriate time, hunt down some sect disciples and refine them through the Honghuang cauldron, turning them into his own cultivation resources.

The world was cold, and people were treacherous. For three years, the youth had seen the life and death of this world. Immortals were revered, mortals were despised, and the strong killed the weak, no different from mortals killing chickens.

Only by constantly making himself stronger, so that others could only rely on his breath to live, could he gain a foothold in this world and stand tall in this heaven and earth!

Before doing all this, the youth still needed to buy a map to the Canglan Sect. Although he had lived here for three years and knew of the existence of the Canglan Sect, he had spent most of his time in the dilapidated courtyard for the past three years and rarely went out, so he naturally did not know where the Canglan Sect was located.

The youth walked on the wide street. Due to the famine, he could hardly see a pedestrian. He walked alone, leaving footprints in the snow.

After a moment, the youth entered a shop. After entering, he looked around and found that there were no customers, only a middle-aged man with graying temples standing at the counter.

When the man saw the youth, he was overjoyed, thinking that he was finally about to open for business. He hurried forward and flattered him.

"Hehe, this guest, what would you like to buy?"

"Do you have a map from here to the Canglan Sect?" The youth glanced at the middle-aged man, a flash of coldness in his eyes, and he immediately had an idea.

"Yes, yes, please wait a moment."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly ran to the counter and began rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

At the same time, the youth took out the bag covered in mud and dust and took out a spirit stone that shimmered with a faint blue light.

After a moment, the middle-aged man, holding a map in his hands, his face full of smiles, respectfully handed the map to the youth before him.

"Guest, here's the map you wanted, you give..."

Before the middle-aged man could say the price, the youth grabbed the map, turned around, and walked towards the door of the shop without looking back.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's face changed drastically. His previous kind face instantly became ferocious. He grabbed the youth's left hand and roared.

"Boy! What do you mean? You haven't paid yet? It's hard to earn any money these days! Are you trying to die?!"

"Humph!"

The youth snorted coldly, turned around,甩掉 the middle-aged man's hand, took out the spirit stone he had prepared earlier with his right hand, and crushed it fiercely, crushing it into pieces of spirit stone, his eyes cold, and his tone even more heart-stopping.

"Are you saying? You, a mortal who is not even as good as a dog, want my spirit stone?"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man immediately realized that he had provoked a real cultivator. He hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, begging in a pleading tone.

"Immortal, Immortal Master! I have eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai! You can take this map, please spare my life!"

As soon as the words fell, the youth put a pile of碎状 spirit stones into his pocket, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips, and left the shop without looking back.

Spirit stones are hard in texture. Even if a mortal tries his best, it is impossible to crush them with his bare hands. The youth crushed the spirit stone so easily, revealing his identity as a cultivator.

In this world, cultivators do not need to bear any pressure for killing mortals, as if it is a matter of course. If mortals provoke cultivators, being able to survive is already a blessing.

Ning Lu was not a bloodthirsty person. Every time he killed someone, it was for a purpose. Killing was just a means to achieve the goal.

Before taking this action, he had observed that there was no one around. It didn't matter if he exposed his identity as a cultivator or the spirit stones on his body.

As long as he took action, he could deter the middle-aged man. Although a spirit stone was broken, it could still be used. In this way, he could obtain a map for free, saving the cost of spirit stones.

The reason why the youth did not kill the middle-aged man was very simple. He had only just embarked on cultivation and was only slightly higher than a mortal. When going out, it was best to be cautious.

If he killed the middle-aged man, it might attract some unnecessary trouble.

Now, letting the middle-aged man go could avoid trouble and obtain a map for free without any risk. Why not?

Mortals are like dogs, deterrence is enough!