Simulating The Cultivation Of Immortals, I Reached The Nascent Soul Stage In Ten Days!

"Mo Batian still wants to hold a Golden Core banquet for his grandson." Lin Changqing sneered inwardly, planning to give the grandfather and grandson duo a fatal blow. Just as they thought they were reaching the pinnacle of their lives, he would appear and shatter them at the bottom of the cliff!

Thinking this, Lin Changqing used the Kunpeng Celestial Technique to accelerate his flight towards Tiandu County.

[Meanwhile, as you fly towards Tiandu County, the news of you sweeping through the forces of nine major counties in the Demonic Path in three days swept across Qingzhou like a storm. Mo Batian, far away in Tiandu County, also heard this news, and he was furious!]

"What a maniac! A mere ninth-layer Golden Core cultivator dares to be so arrogant!? He actually dares to wantonly slaughter the forces of my Demonic Path in nine counties, truly not putting my Qingzhou Demonic Path in his eyes!"

"I think he's tired of living! I, Mo Batian, swear to cleave such a maniac to death with one strike! To avenge the shame of my Demonic Path!"

In a luxurious mansion in Tiandu County, an old man wearing a blood-red robe spoke with ferocity and anger. He looked to be about sixty years old, with a full head of white hair, like an ordinary old man, but his eyes carried boundless ferocity and killing intent.

This blood-robed old man was Mo Batian. He was naturally extremely angry when he heard that a strange cultivator had suddenly appeared in Qingzhou and uprooted the forces of the Demonic Path in nine major counties.

In Mo Batian's view, a mere ninth-layer Golden Core cultivator daring to act like this was undoubtedly touching a tiger's butt and courting death!

In addition, beside Mo Batian, there were two other people sitting. On the left was an old man in a purple robe, the Sect Master of the Myriad Demons Sect, with a cultivation base at the peak of the tenth-layer Golden Core. On the right was a middle-aged bald man, nicknamed Blood Butcher Hand, also at the peak of the tenth-layer Golden Core.

In fact, Mo Batian holding a Golden Core banquet for his direct grandson, Mo Tian, was an unprecedented event for the Demonic Path.

After all, Mo Tian was a Nine-Pattern Golden Core, the hope of the next generation of the Demonic Path, so naturally many old monsters of the tenth-layer Golden Core came to congratulate him.

Therefore, it was not surprising that Mo Batian had the Sect Master of the Myriad Demons Sect and the Blood Butcher Hand, two peak tenth-layer Golden Core cultivators, by his side at this moment.

"Fellow Daoist Batian, how old are you? Why are you still so impatient? Isn't it just a mere ninth-layer Golden Core cultivator? Killing him is as easy as snapping our fingers. A ninth-layer Golden Core cultivator is nothing to us, we can crush him with one finger."

"Now, there is only one day left until the Golden Core banquet. That is the top priority. After holding the Golden Core banquet tomorrow, we will kill that arrogant ninth-layer Golden Core brat as a matter of course."

"At that time, let him taste the power of our Demonic Path. A mere ninth-layer Golden Core cultivator dares to be rampant. We will make him beg for death."

It was the Sect Master of the Myriad Demons Sect who said with a sinister smile, twirling a skull ball with his fingertips. The robes all over his body were embroidered with skull patterns, giving off an aura of demonism and evil.

The Blood Butcher Hand on the other side also said, "Old Wan is right. We are gathered here now to accomplish the important event of tomorrow's Golden Core banquet. When our plan is completed tomorrow, our Demonic Path will be able to dominate Qingzhou directly. A ninth-layer Golden Core ant, let him hop around for two days first. After the Golden Core banquet is completed tomorrow, we will go and kill that ant with you."

The Blood Butcher Hand's tone was contemptuous. In his heart, the arrogant cultivator of the ninth-layer Golden Core who had suddenly appeared was already a dead man.

In Qingzhou, no one has ever dared to provoke their Demonic Path like this. When they are free and can free up their hands, they can kill that ant with a few moves!

Hearing the advice of these two people, Mo Batian seemed to ponder for a while, and then nodded:

"What you said is right. The top priority now is indeed the Golden Core banquet. After the Golden Core banquet tomorrow, the Righteous Path will probably be in a slump. Then we will go and kill that arrogant ninth-layer Golden Core cultivator!"

"In Qingzhou, I, Mo Batian, will not allow someone who angers the Demonic Path to live well. I will give him one more day to live. After the banquet tomorrow, I will go and kill him!" Mo Batian said fiercely.

"Haha. After the banquet tomorrow, we will go together and deal with that ant properly." The Sect Master of the Myriad Demons Sect and the Blood Butcher Hand also said with a grin.

In fact, at tomorrow's Golden Core banquet, these people are indeed planning a major event, which is a conspiracy against the Righteous Path.

They are using the Nine-Pattern Golden Core banquet held by Mo Batian for his grandson to lure the Righteous Path into the game.

After Mo Tian achieved the Nine-Pattern Golden Core, many cultivators of the Righteous Path were desperate, because a Nine-Pattern Golden Core has unlimited potential in the future.

Now, the Righteous Path can't resist just one Six-Pattern Golden Core cultivator, Qiu Yue. If Mo Tian, a Nine-Pattern Golden Core cultivator, grows up, the Righteous Path will be even worse.

Therefore, many cultivators of the Righteous Path do not want Mo Tian to grow up and plan to assassinate him.

Mo Batian had expected this. He received news that at his grandson Mo Tian's Golden Core banquet tomorrow, many Golden Core cultivators from the Righteous Path will come to assassinate his grandson.

And this is exactly the scheme he has set up. He plans to wipe out all the Righteous Path Golden Core cultivators who come to assassinate him at tomorrow's Golden Core banquet.

You Righteous Path want to assassinate my grandson?

Good! This old man also wants to wipe out all of you Righteous Path Golden Core cultivators!

Mo Batian's eyes revealed a fierce killing intent. He couldn't wait to start killing tomorrow. After wiping out the Righteous Path Golden Core cultivators tomorrow, he would deal with that arrogant ninth-layer Golden Core cultivator!

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"Sword Elder, are you really going to assassinate Mo Tian tomorrow? Since Mo Batian dares to openly hold a Golden Core banquet in Tiandu County, he must have made preparations. I'm afraid that if you go to assassinate Mo Tian, you will fall into Mo Batian's trap!"

"Mo Batian is extremely sinister. He may have set up a killing move at the Golden Core banquet, waiting for you to enter the game!"

"Therefore, Sword Elder, you must not go to tomorrow's Golden Core banquet!"

In Tiandu County, a middle-aged man in a white robe was talking to the Sword Palace Elder with a solemn expression.

The middle-aged man in white robe was the Sect Master of the Righteous Sun Sect, Three Yang Daoist. He learned that the Sword Palace Elder was organizing people to assassinate Mo Tian, so he came to persuade him.

But obviously, the Sword Palace Elder was not prepared to listen to him.

The Sword Palace Elder shook his head and sighed: "Of course I know that Mo Batian has ambushed a killing move at tomorrow's Golden Core banquet, but we have to go. Mo Tian has achieved the Nine-Pattern Golden Core, and my Righteous Path cannot afford to delay! We can only kill him before Mo Tian grows up, otherwise Qingzhou will be finished when Mo Tian grows up."

"Moreover, Qiu Yue is in seclusion at this time, which gives us an excellent opportunity to assassinate Mo Tian tomorrow. Otherwise, it will be difficult to assassinate Mo Tian again when Qiu Yue leaves seclusion."

"Therefore, even if Mo Batian has set up a killing trap tomorrow, this old man has to take the risk in person and fight for a glimmer of hope for my Righteous Path!"

The Sword Palace Elder's words were firm. He knew that there might be great danger waiting for him at tomorrow's Golden Core banquet, but he had to go. The Righteous Path could not afford to delay!

[Hearing this, the Three Yang Daoist no longer tried to persuade him. He had understood the Sword Palace Elder's determination. At this moment, he had a feeling of 'The wind is howling, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs and never returns.' ]

[After a while, five Daoists landed in the sky. These five Daoists were all helpers that the Sword Palace Elder had summoned to assassinate Mo Tian tomorrow, one tenth-layer Golden Core, four ninth-layer Golden Core. This was the entire main force for assassinating Mo Tian tomorrow.]

"Three Yangzi, this old man is going to assassinate that little demon Mo Tian tomorrow. It's good if I come back, if I don't come back, please take care of my useless grandson!"

"Haha, I also have a useless disciple, Three Yangzi, please take care of him too."

[These Daoists seemed to be quite familiar with Three Yangzi, laughing and saying as soon as they came down, asking Three Yangzi to take care of their descendants after they left.]

[Three Yangzi also laughed and agreed, but in his heart, he suddenly felt a sense of sorrow. These people knew that tomorrow was a certain death situation, but they still went.]

[Which of these people is not a famous figure in the Righteous Path? The weakest are all late-stage great cultivators of the ninth-layer Golden Core. It would be very easy for these people to survive if they surrendered to the Demonic Path, the Demonic Path would definitely give them excellent treatment, but these people still put life and death aside and risked their lives to go to the Golden Core banquet to assassinate tomorrow.]

"Some things are more important than death. Sometimes, people live not only for survival. Some people will put life and death aside, for the righteousness in their hearts, for the principles in their hearts, or even for a certain promise."

Three Yangzi looked at the five laughing Daoists, looking at the Sword Palace Elder with a full head of white hair.

He suddenly recalled that sentence again, "The wind is howling, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs and never returns."

These were the words from the Crown Prince of Yan State.

Since the battle of Wu Kingdom four hundred years ago, the power of Wu Kingdom has become stronger and stronger. In these four hundred years, Wu Kingdom has pointed its sword at the six kingdoms, expanding its territory, and the six kingdoms have ceded many cities.

Even one hundred and fifty years ago, the Great Wu Human Emperor sent a general to lead 200,000 iron cavalry to besiege Yan Capital!

Under this dangerous situation of national destruction, one hundred and forty-nine years ago, Crown Prince Dan of Yan sent a strong man to prepare to assassinate the Wu Emperor Qin Wushang.

When sending off that strong man, he finally left behind such a tragic and widely circulated sentence!

Sometimes, even if it is to send death, we must move forward.

Though there are thousands of people, I will go!

[One day later, the Golden Core banquet held by Mo Batian for his grandson officially began.]

[The Sword Palace Elder and the five Daoists also came to the Golden Core banquet with a determination to die.]

[And you have finally arrived in Tiandu County!]