Mortal Cultivator

In the vast and mysterious world of immortal cultivation, Wang Lu was originally a casual cultivator with an ordinary background, but with his obsession with the way of elixirs and his unique understanding, he embarked on the road of cultivation under various coincidences.

When he first entered the world, he was just a young boy who relied on working in a small pharmacy to exchange for meager resources to practice alchemy. Because he often went to the deep mountains and old forests to look for rare herbs, he repeatedly took risks, but he also honed his tenacity and courageous means, and his cultivation steadily climbed to the realm of Yuanying, and he began to show his talent in a small world.

At that time, the world of immortal cultivation seemed peaceful and tranquil on the surface, but in fact it was turbulent and full of mysteries. The various sects were fighting each other openly and secretly, and the competition for various cultivation resources had never stopped. And those high-level elixirs were like rare treasures, regarded as supreme by everyone, which caused countless disputes and conflicts.

Although Wang Lu knew that he had already achieved quite exquisite attainments in the art of alchemy, he also clearly realized that if he did not have a strong enough cultivation to protect these achievements, then even if he had superb alchemy skills, he would only be like the fish on the chopping board, helpless. Faced with such a severe situation, Wang Lu secretly made up his mind to break through the current bottleneck of cultivation and become a strong man who could truly dominate his fate.

At this time, he accidentally heard a heart-warming news: In the legendary demon clan area, there are actually many rare medicinal plants left over from ancient times! These medicinal plants are simply impossible to find in the outside world, and their preciousness is self-evident. Not only that, it is said that there are mysterious ancient recipes circulating there, which contain endless medicinal power and magical effects.

Although everyone knows that the territory of the demon tribe is full of dangers and dangers, and they have a strong rejection of outsiders, all this cannot stop his courageous heart. After careful consideration, he resolutely decided to disguise himself as an ordinary demon, and then embarked on this difficult road to the demon domain alone.

Entering the demon domain, the rich spiritual power with a wild breath rushed to the face, surrounded by towering ancient trees, miasma, and strange beast roars. Wang Lu carefully shuttled between them. With his keen perception of the fluctuations of the spiritual power of herbs, he found many rare spiritual plants, but he was also attacked by low-level demons several times. Once, several cheetah-like flame demons with flames all around suddenly attacked. He hastily fought and sacrificed Danhuo to barely resist. His clothes were ragged and embarrassed. Fortunately, he used the hidden talisman in time to escape.

After countless hardships and twists and turns, Wang Lu finally found the trace of an ancient cave of the demon clan in an extremely hidden and seldom visited valley. This cave is hidden in the deep mountains and dense forests. If it were not for extraordinary coincidences, extraordinary wisdom and courage, ordinary people would hardly find its existence.

When Wang Lu stepped into the cave, he was shocked by the scene in front of him. He saw that the cave wall was densely engraved with various strange patterns and mysterious pill recipes. These patterns and words seemed to contain endless mysteries, but they were extremely obscure and difficult to understand. In addition, the entire cave was set up with layers of powerful restrictions, which would trigger a fatal crisis if not carefully.

However, in the face of such a predicament, Wang Lu did not give up easily. Relying on his deep and solid foundation in the way of alchemy, he studied these strange patterns and recipes day and night without sleep. Day after day, month after month, after months of unremitting efforts, Wang Lu finally gradually understood the mystery and integrated the knowledge he learned.

Finally, after countless days and nights of unremitting efforts and in-depth exploration, God did not disappoint Wang Lu's persistent and determined heart. When facing a series of complex and difficult puzzles like a maze, Wang Lu relied on his extraordinary wisdom and courage to move forward, step by step, and gradually revealed the key hidden in it.

When the last answer was revealed, Wang Lu felt an indescribable joy and sense of accomplishment. Because what was presented to him was not only the answer to the puzzle, but also a rare and precious thing in the world - a unique recipe!

This recipe exudes a mysterious and attractive light like a rare treasure, attracting all of Wang Lu's attention. After careful study, he found that according to the method recorded in this recipe, if the described elixir can be successfully refined and taken, it will produce an amazing magical effect: it can break through the bottleneck of the current cultivation in one fell swoop, and instantly raise one's own strength to a new height, directly promoted to the late stage of the Immortal Emperor!

Thinking of this, Wang Lu couldn't help but speed up his heartbeat, and his eyes flashed with excitement. You know, the late stage of the Immortal Emperor is a realm that countless cultivators dream of but is out of reach! And now, he actually has the opportunity to achieve this seemingly impossible goal through this recipe, how can he not be excited?

But what is tricky is that the main medicine of this recipe actually needs to go to the core of the demon domain-the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss to obtain a rare material called "Ten Thousand Years Demon Spirit Ginseng", and it must be paired with the "Blood Soul Demon Lotus" that also grows here to work. And the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss is a place where monsters gather, and it is full of dangers. It is not easy to successfully obtain these two medicinal materials.

Wan Yao Yuan is a forbidden place for the demons. The abyss is full of violent spiritual power, evil spirits, and powerful demons are dormant. Wang Lu concealed his breath and used the light body technique to approach. He saw the fog at the bottom of the abyss surging, and a giant figure was faintly shuttling. He locked the position of the demon spirit ginseng and was about to pick it.

The guardian beast turned out to be a huge demon ape with three heads and six arms! It suddenly attacked, with muscles knotted and veins bulging, and each muscle seemed to contain endless power. Along with its movements, the huge fist like a boulder smashed over fiercely with a whistling sound. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistle, and even the surrounding space trembled slightly because of this powerful force.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Wang Lu did not dare to be negligent. He flashed and dodged the fist of the demon ape like a ghost. At the same time, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his own alchemy furnace, and a raging fire suddenly gushed out of the furnace, instantly turning into a flying fire phoenix, and pounced on the demon ape. However, this seemingly powerful fire phoenix was actually vulnerable in front of the demon ape. The demon ape just casually slapped it and easily shattered the fire phoenix into countless sparks.

Wang Lu only felt an irresistible force coming, like a mountain pressing on his chest, making him groan and spit out a mouthful of blood. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and flew several feet away before he barely stabilized his body by retreating. At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, his breath was disordered, but his eyes still flashed with determination and unyielding light.

He tried his best to set up a trap to trap the demon ape for a while, and then he picked the demon spirit ginseng, but the blood soul demon lotus grew in the cold pool at the bottom of the abyss, and the water in the pool was like the nine netherworld ice, which eroded his spiritual power. Wang Lu used his spiritual power to keep out the cold, but he felt his limbs were stiff and cold, and his meridians were blocked. He gritted his teeth and dived down. The resentful spirits in the pool howled, tearing his soul. When he was about to faint, he finally grasped the demon lotus and managed to escape from the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss. He was already covered with wounds and his spiritual power was exhausted.

Finding a quiet cave for retreat, Wang Lu started the stove to refine the elixir. He first used the spiritual crystal as the base and led the fire of the earth veins into the furnace. When the fire was pure green, he put the demon spirit into the demon lotus. The moment the two entered the furnace, the spiritual power was violent, the elixir furnace shook violently, and the runes flickered and collapsed. He was busy suppressing it with spiritual power, pinching his hands to perform complex copying techniques to blend the medicinal power. Sweat fell like rain, his clothes were soaked, and his face was as pale as paper.

As the refining progressed, the alchemy room was filled with fragrant wind and auspicious colors. The medicinal power gradually melted and condensed. However, at the critical moment of the pill, a strange suction came from the furnace, as if it wanted to absorb the surrounding spiritual power. The cave wall cracked. Wang Lu was anxious and put his own stored spiritual objects and pills into it one after another, not hesitating to consume the original spiritual power. He tried his best to stimulate the fire. His eyes were shining and he stared at the alchemy furnace, muttering something in his mouth, praying that the elixir would take shape smoothly.

After 9981 days, the furnace cover exploded, and a ray of light shot up into the sky. Two crystal clear elixirs with great medicinal power floated in the air, just like two bright stars. The runes on the surface of the pills flowed, mysterious and simple, and the medicinal fragrance was refreshing, attracting birds and beasts outside the cave to lie dormant and worship silently.

Wang Lu was overjoyed and took a pill. The power of the medicine entered his body like a mad dragon, impacting his meridians, his bones crackled, his body transformed, his spiritual power surged, his breath rose steadily, and he broke through to the late stage of the Immortal Emperor in one fell swoop. Auspicious fairy light surrounded his body, and his every move had the power to destroy the world. So far, he has finally achieved the right result after hard training in the demon domain, opening a new chapter in the cultivation of immortals. When he leaves the cave, he will be famous in both worlds.

Tracing the Demon Path

Wang Lu, once a maverick in the world of immortal cultivation, plunged into the territory of the demon clan, studied the art of alchemy in the midst of danger, and tempered his own cultivation. Now he has reached a remarkable realm. During his days in the demon clan, he was like shuttling through thorns, and every step was accompanied by blood and sweat, but he also gained alchemy attainments that others could not reach, and broke through to the late stage of the Immortal Emperor, and his strength was reborn. Now, all the past experiences unfolded in his heart like a mottled scroll. The homesickness and unfinished ambitions intertwined, prompting him to resolutely leave the mysterious and humid land of the demon clan.

On the way back, mountains and rivers brushed past him like old friends. Although the scenery was beautiful, Wang Lu's heart was full of complicated feelings about returning to the Blazing Demon Clan. Stepping into the territory of the Blazing Demon Clan, the familiar scenes of the past came to his face. The charred land exuded a unique heat. The buildings of the clan were scattered, with a rough and heroic style. The magic patterns were carved on the giant stone pillars, as if telling an ancient story. The magic shadows shuttled among them, or tempered magic weapons in groups of three or two, or sat on the ground to absorb magic power. When they saw Wang Lu return, they were first surprised, and then burst into cheers, and surrounded him to the center of the tribe.

The leader of the tribe, the demon lord Yan Xiao, who was as burly as a towering mountain, heard that Wang Lu had returned and personally went out of the tent to greet him. Yan Xiao was wearing a dark black armor with patterns of magic flames flickering on it, like a meteor in the dark night. His eyes were like burning fire caves, containing endless majesty and pride. His loud laughter made the air buzz: "Wang Lu, you've been gone for a long time, which has made our camp less lively and more worried! This time you come back, I'm sure you've had a lot of adventures!" Wang Lu bowed and smiled, "Chief, I'm joking. I've been struggling to survive in the demon tribe, but fortunately I've made some progress. Now that I'm back, I'd like to contribute to the tribe again."

After the two entered the tent and had not yet sat down, Wang Lu picked out the key points of the demon clan's experience. Hearing about the thrilling dangers of alchemy and the adventures of exploring the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss, Yan Xiao sometimes clapped his hands in admiration and sometimes frowned in thought. After Wang Lu finished speaking, Yan Xiao's eyes were burning: "Brother, this time you have an extraordinary opportunity. Now my clan has something to do and needs the help of someone like you who is courageous and knows about elixirs." It turned out that the ancient books inherited by the Chi Demon Clan recorded that in the depths of the clan's secret realm, there was a kind of magic grass called "Night Soul Devouring Grass". This grass is shaped like black jade, surrounded by a faint light, and its leaves are like saw teeth full of strange magic power. Every full moon, the grass leaves will bloom into a vortex that absorbs the power of the soul. When mature, it can help the demon clan break through the bottleneck of cultivation and purify the foundation of magic power. However, there are many restrictions in the secret realm, and monsters are rampant. Many explorers in the past have never returned.

Wang Lu's eyes flashed. He knew that this journey was difficult, but he agreed without hesitation: "Don't worry, leader. Since I have received the favor of the tribe, I will go through the difficulties together, find the magic grass, and help our tribe prosper." At that moment, the two of them summoned the elite of the tribe and selected ten battle-hardened and powerful demon warriors. They were all wearing tough magic armor and holding sharp blades. The blades flashed with cold light, revealing a murderous aura. Everyone rested for a day, prepared dry food, talismans, healing pills and other things, and the next morning, under the eager eyes of everyone in the tribe, they headed towards the direction of the secret realm.

The entrance to the demon clan secret realm was hidden at the bottom of a deep valley. The howling wind in the valley was like the howling of ghosts and wolves. The sand and stones were like hidden weapons, hitting the armor and making ping-pong sounds. Wang Lu and others cast a magic shield and moved forward with difficulty. When they got closer, they saw an ancient stone door with ferocious golems carved on it. Their eyes seemed like living creatures, staring at people with chills. Wisps of dark mist escaped from the cracks of the door, like a devil's mouth that was ready to devour people. Yan Xiao stepped forward and pressed his hands against the stone door. The magic power surged around him like a black raging wave. He chanted an ancient spell, and the stone door trembled slowly, making a dull sound. After a while, with a loud "boom", the stone door opened, and a foul and rich magic power rushed in. Everyone covered their mouths and noses and raised their swords to be on guard.

Entering the secret realm, under the dark sky, there was a desolate swamp. The surface of the mud was gurgling with black bubbles, and the marsh gas was like a psychedelic poisonous fog, which would make people dazed if they were not careful. Wang Lu used his spiritual power to explore the way and found that there seemed to be living creatures wandering under the mud, and undercurrents were surging. As they were marching, the swamp exploded instantly, and several "soul-eating mud beasts" that looked like pythons but not pythons, with mucus all over their bodies and suction cups, suddenly rose up, opened their big mouths, and sprayed corrosive mucus, like a rain of black arrows at everyone. Yan Xiao roared, swung the battle axe in his hand, and the demonic flames rolled, turning into a wall of fire to resist. The mucus sizzled when it met the fire and turned into pungent smoke. The demon warriors took the opportunity to swing their swords and cut, and the sharp blades cut through the tough skin of the mud beasts, splashing dark green blood. The mud beasts felt pain and twisted their bodies wildly. The long tail swept across with amazing power. A warrior could not dodge in time and was whipped several feet away, knocking down a dead tree.

Seeing this, Wang Lu formed seals with his hands, and the fire of the elixir lingered around his fingertips, turning into a firebird and flying towards the mud beasts. Taking advantage of their panic, Yan Xiao took the lead and jumped into the swamp. The battle axe was wrapped with a thousand pounds of force and chopped down. With a few "cracks", the mud beast's neck was cut off, and the demon blood splashed everywhere, dyeing a large area of ​​​​the swamp red. Before everyone could catch their breath, there were roars from the depths of the swamp, as if a giant creature had awakened. Wang Lu's heart tightened: "Hurry up, we can't stay here for long!" Everyone used their skills to step on the protruding stones in the swamp and fled in a panic. The mud and water behind them surged like a wave chasing souls.

Across the swamp, there was a stone forest. The stone pillars were towering into the clouds, but they were all engraved with strange runes. When the runes flashed, there seemed to be whispers in the ears, disturbing people's minds. Everyone shuttled carefully. Suddenly, the space between the stone pillars was distorted, and everyone was separated. Wang Lu's eyes blurred and he stood in a place shrouded in fog. The surroundings were white, and only the cold stone slabs under his feet were real.

In this dark space where he couldn't see his hand in front of his face, Wang Lu groped forward carefully. Suddenly, he felt a chill coming from the top of his head and couldn't help looking up. Some illusory demon shadows appeared vaguely in the air, floating in the air like ghosts.

These demon shadows looked like the ancestors of the demon clan in ancient times, their faces were twisted and painful, as if they were suffering great torture. They kept muttering some creepy words: "Fate... curse..." The voice was like coming from the Nine Nether Hell, which made people shudder.

In a flash, one of the demon shadows suddenly stretched out its bony hand and grabbed Wang Lu fiercely. In an instant, a piercing chill came over him, as if to freeze his soul. Wang Lu was startled and quickly used his spiritual power to resist.

As his spiritual power surged, a burning pill fire instantly ignited in his dantian. This pill fire was extremely hot and dazzling like the sun. When the pill fire came into contact with the demon shadow, there was a crackling sound, and some of the demon shadows were dispersed by the powerful fire. However, what shocked Wang Lu was that more demonic shadows emerged like a tide, seemingly endless.

Just as Wang Lu was overwhelmed and at a loss by the many difficulties in front of him, suddenly, his eyes were attracted by the familiar demonic flame rising into the sky in the distance. The blazing demonic flame was like a bright light in the dark night, pointing him in the direction of progress.

There is no doubt that Yan Xiao is performing a powerful magic! He used his own magic power as a guide and released it continuously, forming such a spectacular scene. Seeing this, Wang Lu suddenly understood in his heart, and turned around without hesitation and ran towards the direction of the demonic flame.

Along the way, Wang Lu mercilessly displayed his unique skill - Dan Fire. The blazing flames were like a fire dragon, whistling forward, instantly burning the demons who tried to block his way into ashes. Wherever the flames passed, only a scorched mark and billowing smoke were left.

After a difficult sprint, Wang Lu finally successfully arrived at Yan Xiao's place and met him smoothly. At this time, the two smiled at each other, and they could feel the firmness and trust in each other's eyes. They knew that there would be a more intense battle waiting for them, but as long as they worked together, they would be able to overcome all difficulties! Yan Xiao's face was solemn: "This stone forest has a psychedelic array, which is specially trapped. Everyone must follow closely." Everyone reunited, holding hands, guided by Yan Xiao's magic power, and broke out of the stone forest with difficulty. Everyone was ragged and exhausted.

Further ahead, there was a deep canyon, and a rushing dark river rushed through the bottom of the valley. The river water was as black as ink, exuding the breath of death. On the cliffs of the canyon, there are a few "Night Soul Devouring Grass" growing here and there, flickering with a faint light, bewitching people.

Wang Lu was overjoyed and was about to fly over to pick them, when the river water exploded, and a "Black Water Demon" covered with bone spurs and shaped like a dragon roared out. The demon's horn condensed a black thunder ball, which smashed down, shaking the canyon and shattering stones. Yan Xiao carried a huge rock to resist the thunder ball. Amid the shattered stones, the demon warriors threw out hooks, climbed the cliffs, and headed for the demon grass.

Wang Lu and Yan Xiao joined forces to fight against the demon. The Dan Fire and the Demon Flame merged into a raging sea of ​​fire. The demon rolled in the sea of ​​fire, and its long tail whipped, and each time it was like a landslide. Wang Lu seized the opportunity and used his spiritual power to condense an arrow and shot the devil's vitals. The devil felt pain and became more violent, but also revealed a flaw. Yan Xiao leaped up and chopped the devil's back with a battle axe. The devil screamed, and his body slowly collapsed and fell into the river, splashing huge waves.

At this moment, on the towering, steep and dangerous cliffs, the brave and fearless demon warriors finally succeeded in collecting the extremely precious magic grass after arduous efforts! This good news spread throughout the team in an instant, and everyone was excited. Cheers came one after another and resounded through the valley.

Although these warriors were all seriously injured and covered with hideous wounds and bruises, their faces were filled with the joy and satisfaction of victory. Because they knew that everything they had done at the risk of their lives was worth it.

On the way home, this exhausted but motivated team encountered many difficulties and challenges. Sometimes, they would get lost in a mysterious fog, and at other times, they would suddenly be attacked by swarms of demon insects. However, with their tenacious perseverance and excellent fighting skills, they escaped danger again and again and continued to move forward without any danger.

After a long and difficult journey, the warriors finally returned to the tribe safely. The leader Yan Xiao personally greeted them and expressed his sincere respect and gratitude to every returning warrior. Then, he carefully took over the hard-won magic grass and placed them in a safe and secret place for safekeeping. Then, according to the methods recorded in ancient books, Yan Xiao began to refine magical pills that could enhance the strength of the tribe.

In the process of refining pills, Yan Xiao was fully focused and did not dare to slack off. He carefully selected various rare materials, strictly controlled the temperature and time, and did every step meticulously. After several days of sleepless efforts, finally, a batch of pills with a strong medicinal fragrance were freshly baked! Yan Xiao happily distributed these pills to the elites of his most trusted tribe, hoping to make the entire tribe stronger with the power of these pills.

The users' magic power surged, their foundations were solid, and their cultivation level rose rapidly. The tribe was full of joy. Wang Lu's name was regarded as a legend in the Blazing Demon Clan, engraved in the monument of the tribe's history, and became a hero praised by the demons in later generations. He looked at the distant sky, knowing that this was just a journey of long practice and protection, and there were many unknown legends to be continued in the future.