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

The morning sun rose, its light scattering across the earth, reflecting off the vast expanse of snow-covered land, appearing particularly dazzling.

In the cold winter month of December, the entire Cangyuan Kingdom was blanketed in endless white snow, yet only the mountain range where the Canglan Sect was located remained lush and vibrant.

This was because the master of the Canglan Sect's branch had set up a protective formation within this mountain range, which not only prevented enemy attacks but also ensured that the environment within the sect was more pleasant than the outside world.

In the back mountains of the Canglan Sect, a gaunt, gray-robed teenager with a sickly pallor carried buckets filled with ice water with his thin frame, diligently pouring the water into a nearby water tank.

Gusts of cold wind howled past, brushing against the teenager's sallow face, making his already pale complexion appear even more sickly.

Although the teenager was weak, he was surprisingly strong. He drew bucket after bucket of water from the huge well, carrying the buckets, which were almost larger than himself, with swift strides to pour the water into the tank.

Time flew by like a white horse flashing past a crack.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon. The teenager was exhausted, slumped on the ground, gasping for breath, beads of sweat constantly seeping from his body, soaking his gray robe.

Even though Ning Lu worked non-stop, exerting all his strength throughout the morning, the huge water tank remained somewhat empty, with the water level not even reaching half its height.

This arduous task had been undertaken by others before, and they had all been almost identical to the teenager, toiling for most of the day, yet the water tank still contained very little water, making it impossible to complete the task even after a whole day.

Some of them, when their spiritual energy was exhausted and their bodies were drained, would choose to sit down and rest for a while, slowly waiting for their spiritual energy to recover before continuing to pour water into the tank.

And some others, even when exhausted, would ignore their physical fatigue and forcibly continue to pour water into the tank.

But regardless of the method, the efficiency was very low, seriously affecting the speed of filling the water tank, ultimately resulting in the inability to complete the task even after spending an entire day.

But Ning Lu was different. He possessed an ancient Honghuang cauldron, which could absorb the essence of heaven and earth, seize the creation of all things. It was filled with spiritual energy, and the flow of time was also much faster than the outside world, allowing the teenager to fully recover his strength in a very short time and regain his vitality.

At that moment, the teenager took out a crimson-colored furnace from his sleeve, closed his eyes, and with a slight thought, his figure disappeared from the spot and was absorbed into the space of the furnace.

When Ning Lu opened his eyes again, the scene like a fairyland reappeared before him.

The countless brilliant stars, the endless light blue spiritual energy lingering in the air, the silver river cascading down like a waterfall, as bright as the sun and moon, all filled the teenager with excitement.

He sat down cross-legged, and the surrounding spiritual energy surged towards him like a tide, helping him recover his strength at a visible speed.

About an hour later, the teenager stood up, his face full of energy and vitality, seemingly even more vigorous than before.

An hour passed in the Honghuang cauldron, but less than a quarter of an hour passed outside. This was the supreme power of the Honghuang cauldron, destined to make the teenager's cultivation speed always one step ahead of those around him.

The teenager carefully sensed the changes in his body and found that his energy, mental strength, and strength had all improved significantly.

He clearly knew that he had broken through, and the teenager had now successfully reached the middle stage of the Body Tempering Realm.

The Body Tempering Realm, as the name suggests, is straightforward. Cultivators in this realm mainly focus on significantly improving their physical strength and the power of their strikes compared to ordinary people.

The teenager's morning of physical labor was equivalent to further refining the meridians and bones in his body, taking his already loose realm to the next level and successfully completing the breakthrough.

At that moment, Ning Lu did not waste time. His body moved with his thoughts, and he left the space of the Honghuang cauldron directly, continuing to draw water from the huge well outside and constantly pour it into the water tank.

The sun set in the west, and the remaining rays of the sun in the sky were like blood, creating a burst of red clouds, and a magnificent scene was revealed to the world.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the Canglan Sect, and in the area for the handyman disciples, hundreds of handyman disciples were still working hard, sweating profusely, with no time to appreciate the moving scenery in the sky.

At that moment, a sallow-faced, gray-robed teenager, holding a small bag of spirit stones, returned to the handyman disciples' area with light steps.

The teenager was none other than Ning Lu. With the help of the Honghuang cauldron, he had completed the task early, completely filling the huge water tank, and obtained the corresponding reward for completing the task from the sect's council hall.

When a group of handyman disciples saw the relaxed teenager and the bag of spirit stones he was holding, which constantly emitted a faint blue light, they immediately burst into noisy discussions, their eyes filled with shock, jealousy, and anger as they looked at the teenager.

"What's going on? Didn't this kid take on the task of watering the back mountain? How did he come back so quickly?"

"He's still holding a bag of spirit stones. Could it be that he completed the task?"

"How is that possible? No one has ever been able to complete that task for so many years. With his physique, it's difficult for him to even carry a bucket of water, right?!"

"But the bag he's holding the spirit stones in is so brand new. It's obvious that he just got it back from the council hall!"

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"Humph, I don't care how he completed the task. This kid is strange, so don't blame me for being rude!" A strong man snorted coldly, stopped his movements, his face full of anger, and strode towards the teenager.

Just as the teenager was about to walk into the wooden house where he lived, the strong man took a big step and stood in front of the teenager, blocking his way.

The strong man was covered in muscles, his face was ferocious, his physique was as strong as an ox, and his height was nearly two meters. Standing in front of the teenager, he was like a giant.

"Humph! Kid, I don't care what means you used to complete the task, but you better know the rules here. Hand over the spirit stones in your hand obediently, and I'll let you go!"

The strong man put his hand on the teenager's shoulder and threatened.

"Get out of the way, or die!"

The teenager's eyes were cold, unmoved. His skinny hand grabbed the strong man's thick arm and threw it away.

"Looking for death!" The strong man was completely enraged by the teenager's words, gnashing his teeth in anger, waving his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and punched the teenager hard.

Ning Lu suddenly stretched out his left hand, grabbing the strong man's arm tightly, and his right fist, like a drawn bow, punched forward with a powerful force.

The small fist hit the strong man's muscular chest, and in an instant, the latter was knocked away.

The handyman disciples have endless work to do every day and almost no time to cultivate. Therefore, the vast majority of handyman disciples' cultivation is only at the early stage of the Body Tempering Realm, and the strong man in front of him is no exception.

And Ning Lu has now entered the middle stage of the Body Tempering Realm, so the strong man in front of him is naturally not his opponent. Even if the strong man is physically strong, he is just empty.

The strong man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body slammed heavily against the stone wall next to him.

Before the strong man could catch his breath, the teenager attacked again, his fists raining down on the strong man's body, beating him into a bloody mess, with no power to fight back.

The surrounding handyman disciples were already frightened by the teenager's brutal scene, and only dared to persuade him carefully from the side, and no one dared to approach the teenager.

"Little brother, don't be impulsive!"

"Little brother, calm down! If you kill him, you will be punished!"

Ning Lu ignored everyone's words, and the movements on his hands did not stop, as if they were even faster.

A quarter of an hour later, the strong man's body was beaten into a bloody mess, and he was almost out of breath. Only then did the teenager turn around and walk into the wooden house without looking back.

Beating the strong man was not to show off or show how powerful he was, but to give a warning to a group of handyman disciples, clearly telling them not to provoke him.

And the purpose of leaving a breath was, as the handyman disciple said just now, if he really killed the strong man, he would also be a handyman disciple. Killing someone of the same identity would definitely be punished.

In fact, there is a famine at the moment, and the resources of the sect are scarce. Even if one or two of the hundreds of handyman disciples die, the sect will not care, and no one may even notice.

But the teenager openly beat the strong man, harming his fellow disciples in full view of everyone. Harming fellow disciples secretly in the back is different because the current situation is different, and the essence of the two is also different.