Starting From A Fisherman To Cultivate Immortality And Live Forever

Chapter 221: I'm not a bad person either!

On the surviving deck of the immortal boat, cultivators were kneeling at this moment.

There were no mortals left. Mortals in the Southern Wilderness had become as rare as protected endangered animals.

Lu Deacon and the others saw a figure sitting on a calabash descending from the sky.

In Lu Deacon's eyes, this mysterious expert was shrouded in blood light, making it difficult to see their specific appearance.

As for their cultivation base, although they couldn't feel any pressure emanating from the other party, the cultivators didn't dare to use their divine sense to probe.

Under the protection of the blood light, Su Ping was indeed not afraid of the other party's detection.

Lu Deacon and the others could still speculate about the cultivation base of this lifesaving benefactor from the side.

Venerable Jade Lion was at least a Gold Core Late Stage Realm's puppet.

To be able to instantly control such an existence and drag them into a secret realm...

Could this person be... a Nascent Soul Ancestor?

So, when Su Ping stopped the calabash, the cultivators on the deck all shouted in unison:

"We respectfully welcome the Ancestor!"

Su Ping's heart moved as the blood light swept across the immortal boat.

After confirming that there were no traces of demonic cultivators, he calmly said:

"I come from the Central Domain."

"I have come to the Southern Wilderness to clear away all remnants of the incense fire!"

"Is there anyone familiar with the situation here?"

Su Ping assumed the identity of an ancestor and asked casually.

Besides searching for the Blood God's Seal in the Southern Wilderness, as soon as he arrived, Su Ping encountered out-of-control remnants of the incense fire.

After relying on the might of the Blood God, Su Ping immediately discovered that after devouring the incense fire on the opposite side, the Blood God's true body had grown slightly larger.

It was comparable to the accumulation of the Blood God Sect over several decades.

This made Su Ping's eyes light up. He felt that he had found a shortcut to quickly make the Blood God's true body stronger.

Of course, this shortcut had its side effects. While the Blood God's true body became stronger, various distractions and evil energy would also feed back to the user.

However, most of these distractions could be consumed by the Greedy Wolf Divine Sense.

The majority of the evil energy could be neutralized by the Bixie Blessing on Su Ping's body.

The few that couldn't be completely eradicated could be purified by medicinal pills.

"The incense fire?"

When Lu Deacon heard this, his heart trembled. Coupled with the scene he had witnessed earlier, he immediately realized that this Nascent Soul Ancestor in front of him was most likely a powerful figure in the incense fire path.

Moreover, although he only saw a single arm, Lu Deacon still vaguely remembered the Blood God Sect, a sect of the incense fire path.

But how could this be possible?

If the Blood God Sect was really that powerful, how could they have suffered so miserably in the Southern Wilderness before?

Lu Deacon rejected this unreliable speculation in his heart. After crawling to the front of the deck, he said:

"The Ancestor has a clear vision!"

"I am one of the thirty-six deacons of the Southern Wilderness Trading Company. I have served the company for nearly two hundred years and have traveled to every corner of the Southern Wilderness."

"In terms of knowledge of the geography and culture of the Southern Wilderness, there are probably few who can surpass me."

"I am willing to serve as a guide for the Ancestor!"

"But..."

At this point, Lu Deacon paused, afraid that when the Nascent Soul Ancestor heard his conditions, he would slap them all to death and devour them.

Fortunately, after waiting for a while, no terrifying pressure descended, which made Lu Deacon breathe a sigh of relief and continued:

"I also ask the Ancestor to stay on this immortal boat and let all the low-grade cultivators on the boat serve the Ancestor!"

When the other adult cultivators on the deck heard Lu Deacon's words, they all looked at him with gratitude.

They themselves knew that even if this Nascent Soul Ancestor spared them, if they were to continue on their own without other immortal boats accompanying them, their chances of survival would be slim.

In that case, it would be better to hold onto the thigh of this big shot in front of them and hope that after this big shot swept through the Southern Wilderness, they could leave the Southern Wilderness and go to the Central Domain with them.

Most cultivators in the Southern Wilderness still harbored some unrealistic fantasies about the Central Domain.

They believed that all the major sects had gone there, and the living conditions there must be much better than in the Southern Wilderness.

Only Lu Deacon and other well-informed cultivators who had been to many places knew in their hearts that there was no longer any pure land in the current Immortal Cultivation World.

They were just traveling far and wide because they were unwilling to accept this reality and wanted to live a little longer.

"But!"

Su Ping nodded slightly. Under the envelopment of the blood light, he put away the calabash.

Having a large immortal boat to travel on and having helpers actively coming to assist him, Su Ping naturally didn't mind.

After releasing a blood light to dive deep into the misty forest and retrieve any unclaimed items that hadn't been melted away, Su Ping settled into the most luxurious guest room on the immortal boat.

After the large immortal boat changed direction, under Lu Deacon's command, it turned into a blur and sped forward.

Su Ping was studying the celestial boat-related formation knowledge that Deacon Luo had sent in the VIP room.

Time passed quickly as a result.

Because Su Ping's body would occasionally emit a flickering blood light, releasing a bloody aura.

This caused many dangers in this desolate and strange place to retreat.

The celestial boat, much faster than before, left the sky above the misty forest.

And quickly arrived above a city that had turned into ruins.

"Ancestor, this place is the stronghold of the Dark Moon Sect."

"A year ago, the Dark Moon Sect fell into chaos and was completely destroyed. It is said that the mutation of the evil god worshipped within the sect was the main cause."

After Deacon Luo stopped the celestial boat, he carefully approached the door of the room where Su Ping was and whispered.

"Understood."

Su Ping replied in a low voice.

"You did well."

After encouraging Su Ping, he immediately left the room.

When the celestial boat stopped.

Su Ping, relying on the Eye of the Blood God, saw several virtual images of incense gods wandering in the ruins.

The methods used by the Dark Moon Sect were somewhat similar to the Black Crow God that Su Ping had created in the Cherry Blossom Country.

However, the Black Crow God had the help of the Underworld Ghost Body to control it.

The Dark Moon Sect obviously did not have this treatment and chose to use Spiritual Weapons to control these accumulated incense gods from previous generations.

As a result, after the influx of evil energy and the great changes in the world, the difficulty of controlling the incense gods rapidly increased.

When encountering Demonic Cultivators who added fuel to the fire, under the influence of the evil energy, these incense gods became the source of the Dark Moon Sect's destruction.

When Su Ping flew to the sky, he could see on the gray ground those swaying, ghost-like figures of incense gods, about a hundred meters tall, and even many resentful spirits emerging from their mist-like bodies, showing their heads or faces.

"One Gold Core early stage, five Foundation Building late stage?"

Su Ping saw the monsters swarming out of the ruins because of his appearance, and instantly knew their strength.

This level of strength was naturally not enough for Su Ping at the moment.

It was even far inferior to the Venerable Jade Lion he had dealt with before.

However, this level of strength was the normal level in the Southern Wasteland.

Whether it was brought by Spiritual Weapons, Spirit Beasts, or incense gods, as long as there was a Gold Core, it meant that the sect had some reputation in the Southern Wasteland.

After all, in a large sect like the Southern Wasteland's Qixing Sect, only the Nascent Soul old monsters like the Supreme Elder were truly at the Nascent Soul stage.

Including the Sect Leader and many Elders, they also had a cultivation base at the Gold Core stage.

They could only rely on the foundation of Divine Armament Spiritual Treasures and other things to exert greater power.

For the vast majority of sects in the Southern Wasteland, reaching the Gold Core stage was already the limit.

Even most sects were similar to the Dark Moon Sect, relying on external objects for their Gold Core foundation, and the high-level cultivators themselves could only reach the Foundation Building stage.

Su Ping realized that he was also relying on external forces now.

He summoned the power of the Blood God and landed it in this ruin.

The Gold Core ghost shadow had just rushed into the air.

When it was about one or two kilometers away from Su Ping.

A huge blood mouth appeared below Su Ping.

In the blink of an eye, it swallowed the slender ghost shadow in one bite, and then seemed unsatisfied as it suddenly sucked downwards.

The remaining ruins and broken walls all left the ground and flew into the sky.

The remaining few slender ghost shadows also flashed and followed suit.

"Stop!"

Seeing the ruins flying in the air, Su Ping quickly ordered the Blood God to stop absorbing and return to the secret realm.

Su Ping flashed into the ruins, and with his Divine Sense, he discovered a large number of inscriptions used by the Dark Moon Sect to record information.

Then, with Su Ping's feet landing on the ground, a palace shook open.

However, the palace was already empty.

Obviously, after the incident in the Dark Moon Sect, some bold cultivators had found a way to avoid the evil gods on the ground and obtained the sect's secret treasures.

But Su Ping didn't come here in vain.

The Spirit Stones treasures were gone.

But the inheritance knowledge engraved on the stone walls was still there and had not been destroyed by someone with ill intentions.

As a sect that could cultivate Gold Core Realm incense gods within the incense god sect, the Dark Moon Sect naturally had some valuable secret techniques.

Su Ping felt that by taking the best from the various schools of the Dark Moon Sect, he might be able to find a path to the Great Dao of incense.

Of course, Su Ping, who was self-aware, added, "It is also inevitable to rely on the assistance of the hazy illusion power."

"The remnants of the Dark Moon Sect were wiped out so easily?"

Deacon Luo and many cultivators stood on the deck, watching the scene.

Even though it wasn't the first time they had seen the Nascent Soul ancestor with his bloody aura.

Witnessing this moment again still made their mouths dry and filled them with envy for such power.

After recording all the legacies of the Dark Moon Sect, Su Ping blinked and returned to the Immortal Ship.

Deacon Luo quickly greeted the returning ancestor with great respect, then activated the Immortal Ship and flew towards the next destination.

With the Immortal Ship as their transportation, they arrived at the Red Sun Peak, a towering mountain in the Southern Wasteland.

This was where a Rank Three High Grade spiritual vein was located.

The Red Sun City on the mountain was one of the largest markets in the Southern Wasteland, second only to the Heavenly Sword City of the Heavenly Sword Sect and slightly inferior to the Immortal Palace of the Qi Xin Sect.

Currently, the Immortal Palace of the Qi Xin Sect had gone to the Central Domain, and the Heavenly Sword City had recently suffered from a calamity.

Red Sun City had become the largest market in the Southern Wasteland.

However, in the present Red Sun City, there were only a few cats left.

The bustling atmosphere and heritage of the past were gone.

The city lord of Red Sun City had been replaced half a year ago.

The former city lord didn't actually die, but took a group of experts to the Western Desert.

As a result, they never returned and there was no news from them.

The new city lord had been struggling to maintain order in Red Sun City for the past half year.

However, with the attacks from Demonic Cultivators and Devil Dao, the few experts in Red Sun City suffered some losses.

The new city lord increasingly felt that he was unable to support himself with only one arm.

After receiving news of the destruction of Heavenly Sword City, the new city lord gathered representatives from various families in the city.

They had already raised the idea of retreat that could no longer be stopped.

"We can't stay in the Southern Wasteland anymore!"

Although City Lord Yu Guo was reluctant to abandon the legacy left by his ancestors, he had to make a decision for the sake of continuing his family.

However, the decision of the city lord was strongly opposed by the representatives of the families in the city.

In their view, as long as Red Sun City existed, the Spirit Field spiritual mines would still be there, and they could still recruit cultivators.

Once they left Red Sun City, where else could they go?

One representative of a family of cultivators even bluntly said, "Now you want to escape from the Southern Wasteland... it's too late!"

And this representative took out a Jade Slip and projected a video taken by their family's scouts from various places.

Apart from the direction leading to the Central Domain becoming more dangerous, other directions in the Southern Wasteland were also undergoing changes.

Especially the sea outside the Southern Wasteland.

That area had become abnormal seemingly a thousand years ago.

Now... it had become exceptionally strange and terrifying!

Looking from the coastline, one could see that the sky at the edge of the sea had disappeared.

What appeared before their eyes was a thick and eerie darkness.

It was an endless darkness that couldn't be discerned even with various Divine Abilities.

Moreover, this thick darkness was clearly moving, slowly devouring the sea outside the Southern Wasteland.

Perhaps in a short while, this boundless darkness would reach the coastline and then engulf the entire Southern Wasteland.

"What is in that darkness?"

The city lord's voice became hoarse. As someone who relied on Bloodline rather than Cultivation Base to be the city lord, he couldn't control his emotions.

"That is the stomach of the Mother Goddess."

The representative who took out the video seemed quite satisfied. The cultivators around were all stunned, and he suddenly smiled and said, "Those who don't believe in the Mother Goddess will suffer in the darkness and never be reborn!"

"The Mother Goddess?"

"You are a Demonic Cultivator!"

After a moment of shock, several representatives reacted.

However, this time, no one shouted to attack or kill the Demonic Cultivator just because his identity was exposed.

They were obviously also frightened by the truth shown in the projected video.

"I am not one of those Demonic Cultivators with a twisted mind. I am a disciple who believes in the true god."

"I know you have doubts and won't believe the information I provide just like that."

"But it doesn't matter. You can send trusted people to investigate now, or even go there yourselves."

"As long as you stand on the coast and look, you will understand that I am not lying."

"In this world, only by believing in the true god can one be safe in the embrace of the Mother Goddess!"

Looking at the Demonic Cultivator representative in front of them, many cultivators began to have thoughts.

If it weren't for the fact that Demonic Cultivators had always left a bad impression on them...

Perhaps someone would pledge their loyalty to each other right then and there.

Just as this meeting that would determine the fate of Chiyang City was in a delicate period, the alarm bells outside the city rang.

Chiyang City was enveloped in a faint red array of light.

"Another attack from the Devil Dao?"

The city lord was startled, the meeting was interrupted, and everyone quickly appeared in the sky above Chiyang City.

Immediately, they saw a large blood-red fairy boat appearing on the horizon!

"It's the large fairy boat of the Southern Wilderness Trading Company!"

"But that blood-red aura... why does it feel like the scent of the Incense God Path!"

"Be on guard!"

The city lord gave the order, his gaze locked onto the approaching fairy boat.

On the deck of the large fairy boat, Su Ping lightly leaped out.

Then, he looked at Chiyang City, which was no less than the Cloud Mountain Market of the past.

Su Ping sighed softly, and a blood god phantom appeared behind him.

He never expected that one day he would descend upon such a large market outside of a major sect like a great villain.

After emitting a sinister laugh, he made a demand:

"I am the newly appointed leader of the Blood God Sect!"

"I'm not a bad person either, I'm only here for one thing!"

"Hand over the Blood God Seal, and I'll leave immediately!"

In Chiyang City, the cultivators around the city lord were somewhat confused.

They had heard of the Blood God Sect.

However... when did the Blood God Sect have such powerful cultivators?

And the phantom behind him, along with the sudden pressure that descended.

Such monsters should only exist in the Supreme Elders of those major sects!

How could they suddenly appear in an inconspicuous sect like the Blood God Sect!

Also, what is the Blood God Seal?

With the help of the Blood God, Su Ping could clearly see the subtle expressions of the city lord and the others.

So he reasoned with them:

"The Blood God Seal is useless to you. It doesn't matter if you can't remember it. Let me in and I can easily find and take it away!"

"Let you enter the city?"

"Does this guy think we're three-year-old children?"

Several cultivator representatives had strange expressions.

At this moment, a black smoke suddenly emerged near Chiyang City.

Above the black smoke, more than ten Devil Dao cultivators rode Spirit Beasts and came together.

The leading Devil Dao cultivator smirked and expressed his willingness to assist Su Ping, the leader of the Blood God Sect.

The city lord looked at that Devil Dao cultivator and was greatly shocked.

He was the Devil Dao cultivator who had caused great losses to Chiyang City before.

He was the current sect master of the Demon Heaven Gate, possessing the accumulated heritage of the Demon Gate throughout the generations, and could display the strength of the Gold Core Middle Stage.

While smirking, the sect master also whispered to Su Ping.

He was discussing conditions, hoping to split the spoils with Su Ping after the incident.

Naturally, strength was respected, and Su Ping would get seventy percent.

After listening to the whisper, Su Ping smiled at the sect master.

Then, with a thought, the blood god phantom's arms solidified and his hands clapped the black mist.

With a loud noise, except for the Devil Dao sect master who used secret techniques to escape the range of the clap, all of his subordinates turned into powder and were absorbed into Su Ping's blood divine body.

By the way, under Su Ping's manipulation.

The blood god paid attention this time, and the flesh and blood that was swallowed naturally dissolved, while the clothes, Law Weapons, and especially the storage bags were covered with a layer of blood membrane for protection.

"You!"

The Devil Dao sect master stared at Su Ping, who was as small as dust under the blood god, in shock.

He couldn't believe that a guy who had cultivated such a large Incense God had attacked them.

Although the divine teachings of the Southern Wilderness and the Devil Dao were not allies, they would occasionally seek refuge in each other.

At least until the orthodox sects were completely wiped out, they shouldn't start killing each other at the drop of a hat!

"I told you I'm not a bad person."

"How could I dirty myself by associating with people like you from the Devil Dao!"

Su Ping's heart moved, and he didn't wait for the Devil Dao sect master to complain.

In the blink of an eye, the sky turned blood red.

The Devil Dao sect master's expression changed, and he suddenly teleported to avoid the sudden appearance of a blood basin.

But just as he appeared after teleporting, he was grabbed by a giant hand that extended from the sky and was assimilated into the blood-colored space!

(End of this chapter)