Chapter 479: Borrowing the Dragon's Soul, My Path to Cultivation (5K)

Chapter 479: Borrowing the Dragon's Soul, My Path to Cultivation (5K)



Chi, chi—

The sharp spearhead scraped along the rough ground, leaving a trail. Shen Yi's breath was ragged, and the bloodstains on his palm stained the scales on the spear shaft. The moist lake breeze ruffled his robes, and the Nanyang emblem on his white robe looked somewhat dull.

The whistling sound produced by the Spirit Spear Art caused immense damage to the Five Viscera of the Dao Infant.

The True Body of the Immortal Phoenix was just an ordinary technique, but even with the protection of the robe, he still suffered significant injuries.

Shen Yi collected the corpses of the five demon monsters and returned to Yajiao Mountain.

The pressure exerted by this dragon descendant far exceeded that of the previous master of Taoyuan Mountain Villa, who had reached the Fulfilled Fallback state.

Each of Shen Yi's moves was executed with full force.

Even with the gift from Xuan Qing, the purple qi in the Infinite Demon Emperor's Palace had dimmed considerably.

His entire aura seemed somewhat listless.

However, when he stepped onto Yajiao Mountain, everyone from the Yan family involuntarily began breathing heavily.

The reason the Xian Sect garnered such loyal support from its subordinates was not only because of its strength but also because it stood up against adversity.

Shen Yi might not yet have the depth of the Xian Sect, but he dared to stand up and fight.

And he could win.

Within his calm eyes lurked a frenzied beast, akin to a young lion king who had just ascended to the throne. Fresh from battle and covered in wounds, he licked his injuries while his gaze indifferently surveyed his dominion.

It made others dare not meet his eyes.

"..."

Under Shen Yi's gaze, Yan Xianqing felt a sense of suffocation.

Based on their previous understanding of this young man, they knew of his ruthless methods and his unmatched talent, but they had never mentioned his fierceness.

Not the brutality of killing, but the ruthlessness of an emerging giant.

He appeared silent and not overly stern in character, but his actions declared that he would not tolerate any defiance.

By slaying the dragon descendant on Yajiao Mountain, he had cut off all of the Yan family's retreat paths, forcing them to board his war chariot.

Yan Xianqing, a White Jade Capital cultivator, was ashen-faced at this moment.

He raised his head, closed his eyes, and exhaled deeply.

Then, Yan Xianqing opened his eyes again, stepped out of the crowd, and bowed to the figure standing with a spear, "The Yan family... greets the sect master!"

His words echoed across the mountain cliffs.

More than ten figures followed the clan leader and bowed together, "Greetings to the sect master."

The difference of a single word, from 'sect' to 'sect master', marked a world of difference.

With no other path to take, they could only follow the Nan Yang Sect to the end, either dying or living together!

"There's no need for such formality among family," Shen Yi said, adjusting his breath and casually glancing at the crowd before storing the dragon spear into his finger ring.

It had been challenging, but the harvest was not bad.

"May I ask if the Yan family needs to relocate to the Nan Yang treasure land?" Yan Xianqing straightened his body. This time, they had thoroughly angered the South Dragon Palace. Perhaps by relying on the array formations in the Nan Yang treasure land and with the combined efforts of the Yan family and the main sect, along with the blessings of the Nan Hong Seven Sons Alliance Sect, they could avoid this calamity.

"No need," Shen Yi shook his head. "Figure out a way to lay low for now."

Not only the Yan family, but even Liu Shiqian couldn't help but cough dryly, "..."

If he remembered correctly, the previous sentence had mentioned 'family'.

"Understood, Xianqing," Yan Xianqing replied with a bitter smile.

After all, vassals were meant to die for the sect. By having the Yan family attract the wrath of the Dragon Palace, the Nan Yang Sect would have more room to maneuver.

"I'll go make preparations to escort you back to the sect."

Since a decision had been made, he had to position himself correctly and do what a vassal should.

However, Shen Yi's next words caused everyone to freeze in place like wooden chickens.

"Mind your own business. I'm not going back for now."

Shen Yi casually raised his arm and spread out his long fingers.

In the palm of his hand was a cryptic bloodstained rune, visible to everyone.

Killing the dragon descendant would inevitably come at a cost.

This rune, which could not be erased by either scraping with the spear shaft or burning with purple-gold phoenix flames, formed a tight spiritual connection between Shen Yi and the never-before-seen South Dragon Palace.

He had experienced something similar before with the Yangchun River Flood Dragon.

But this time, it was obviously much stronger.

Hiding in the Dao treasure land and waiting for the protection of the Alliance Sect might be a good decision, as the Nan Hong Seven Sons were unlikely to stand by and watch the Nan Yang Sect being bullied. It was a gamble worth taking.

However, he was not used to letting others decide his fate, especially when there were so many acquaintances in the Nan Yang treasure land.

It was a bet he couldn't afford to lose.

Shen Yi retracted his palm, and his footsteps were somewhat unsteady as he walked down Yajiao Mountain.

His tall figure, with the bloodstained white robe fluttering, was imprinted in the eyes of the Yan family and Liu Shiqian.

Their pupils constricted involuntarily.

As cultivators of high realms, they knew what this blood rune represented.

What would it be like to be targeted by the Dragon Palace?

Probably very few in Nan Hong could answer this question because the dead tell no tales.

But to the sect master, it seemed like a trivial matter. If the clan leader hadn't mentioned it, he might not have even revealed the meaning of the blood rune.

"Heh... heh..."

The Yan family members felt a sudden stifling sensation in their chests.

They seemed to have guessed something wrong.

The sect master didn't intend to let the Yan family die in place of the Nan Yang Sect. Instead, he simply didn't want to put all the attention of the Dragon Palace in one basket.

Then, he would deal with the rest on his own.

"..."

Liu Shiqian slowly raised his head and watched as Shen Yi's figure disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

A talented individual like him would never lack followers.

This young cultivator was becoming more and more like a true sect master.

Just at that moment, Yan Xianqing took a slight step forward, and his figure disappeared from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he was already by Shen Yi's side, offering a palm-sized golden jade formation plate with cupped hands. "Sect Master, if you activate this formation within Nan Hong, I will arrive in an instant."

"Good."

Shen Yi didn't stand on ceremony and hung the formation plate at his waist after taking it.

A White Jade Capital expert who could be summoned at any time was probably a luxury that very few in Nan Hong could afford.

"The Yan family will set up a formation to relocate Yajiao Mountain. With this formation plate, you can find us at any time," Yan Xianqing continued in a low voice. "The other three families are definitely also being targeted by the Dragon Palace. You can use the same method to win their loyalty."

When the four White Jade Capital forces unite, they will have the qualifications to speak even in front of other ordinary immortal sects.

After all, using the example of Qingyue Zong, there are only seven White Jade Capital elders, plus some exceptional personal disciples. The total number of White Jade Capital cultivators does not exceed twelve.

"Go now."

Shen Yi nodded slightly, and his breath gradually stabilized. He took out the black light flying sword and bid farewell to Liu Shiqian with the badge: "Thank you, Elder Liu."

"You're too kind, Sect Master Shen. Today's matter seems to have nothing to do with me... Be careful. The edict that Qian Yun gave you is still valid."

Liu Shiqian stood on the lake bay, shaking his head with a slight smile on his serious face.

"..."

Shen Yi didn't continue the polite exchange.

There was definitely a connection, and if it weren't for Elder Liu's presence to deter them, how could the Yan family just stand by and watch as he went to kill the dragon descendant?

And the one who made the final move.

Although he tried to conceal his aura, a faint trace of moonlight essence could still be discerned. Coupled with Yan Xianqing's bewildered reaction... It seemed that when he hesitated to make a move, someone else, worried that something unexpected might happen, had secretly taken action first.

This Elder Liu didn't seem as stubborn and old-fashioned as he appeared.

Shen Yi put away the badge and rode the black light flying sword, leaving Yajiao Mountain and disappearing into the sea of clouds.

...

The Yan family guarded the east of the Nanyang Sect.

After leaving Yajiao Mountain, one could be said to have left the territory of the Nan Hong Seven Sons.

Shen Yi found a place far away from the vast ocean.

The last time he broke through outside the Baohua Sect, he seemed to have attracted the attention of the water tribe.

Although his current strength was far beyond what it used to be, it was always better to be cautious, especially since he had just killed a dragon descendant.

Shen Yi sat cross-legged, quietly staring at the blood rune in his palm.

Earlier, he had set up the Five Elements Treasure Lotus Formation, which cut off the dragon descendant and its escorts from the outside world, and it was quite neatly done.

Even with the Dragon Palace's vast influence, they wouldn't be able to react immediately.

It was this connection of auras that was troublesome.

"Dragon Palace..."

Shen Yi exhaled.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous. Ever since he first arrived in Nan Hong, everything he did seemed to be related to this colossal entity.

Their claws seemed to be everywhere in the land and waters of Nan Hong.

With his current strength, facing such a formidable force, he felt like a tiny insect trying to block a wheel.

Just one dragon descendant, along with a few escorts, had given Shen Yi a hard time.

But this nervousness also brought a strange sense of excitement.

Ever since he obtained the protection of the Nanyang treasure land, Shen Yi always felt that he had a way out. But now, this treasure land didn't seem as invincible as before.

"Then come."

Shen Yi closed his eyes and began to set up a formation, while also opening the system panel.

Previously, when he was at the Jade Liquid Realm, he had offended the Yangchun River Flood Dragon Clan, which was comparable to the Golden Core Realm. In the end, he was the one who survived.

[Killed a Jade Bead Poison Dragon at the Returning Void Realm. Total lifespan: 258,000 years. Remaining lifespan absorbed: 197,000 years.]



[Remaining lifespan of demons: 932,000 years.]



As expected of a dragon descendant, just the lifespan gained from it alone almost caught up to the total of the four escorts.

Shen Yi began to select demon souls.

Currently, he had already condensed the town stones of a dragon-fish from the Dragon Fish Hall, as well as those of Daohai and Qingxi.

In the next moment, Shen Yi swiftly condensed demon soul origins one after another.

He picked out two dragon descendant escorts, along with the previous Qinglin Flood Dragon General, who was also at the ninth layer of Returning Void Realm.

As these demons became stronger, and were not considered peerless geniuses, their lifespans were incredibly long. With such terrifying consumption, the lifespans of the demons were dwindling rapidly.

A total of forty-eight demon soul origins were fed into the demon soul.

Then, he condensed three more town stones.

The stone skins peeled off, revealing vibrant colors. These three demons seemed to come back to life in Shen Yi's mind.

As usual, he used the measuring rod to compare.

The result was as expected.

The last time with Daohai's town stone, the golden light had surpassed the second-grade line and moved up two-thirds of the distance.

These ninth-layer Returning Void Realm demons had bloodlines that were no less than Daohai's, and with their higher cultivation, they easily filled the remaining one-third, overlapping with the first-grade line.

It could be said to be a perfect second-grade, and it could also be considered first-grade.

Shen Yi decisively sacrificed the Dao Palace and placed all six demon town stones into it.

It could be said that even if it was only considered a perfect second-grade, the extravagance of this Dao Palace was probably something that Nan Hong cultivators couldn't even imagine.

The most difficult Six Pillars Technique, combined with such high-grade Dao Pillars.

All of this was just for breaking through a single layer to the sixth layer of Returning Void Realm.

Shen Yi concentrated on stimulating the Ascending Palace Technique, and when he raised his eyes to look at the Blood Sea Dao Palace in the sky, another layer was added to it!

Crunch!

The six-story tall Infinite Demon Emperor's Palace exuded a majestic and imposing aura.

A thicker purple qi than before arrived as expected, bringing its gift.

Shen Yi felt the crisp immortal music by his ears and suddenly had a thought. He decided to condense the remaining three demon monsters together and directly use three pillars to break through to the seventh layer of the Returning Void Realm, saving the heavens the trouble of making multiple trips.

But soon, he dismissed the idea.

Perhaps Elder Xuan Qing had the same thought, which was why he used a single pillar to ascend his Dao Palace.

An overly smooth path of cultivation tends to make one arrogant.

Moreover, Shen Yi had other plans for the dragon descendant's demon soul.

As the purple qi in the sky gradually dissipated, Shen Yi retracted his Dao Palace and continued to refine the demon monster's origin. With just six demon souls, he successfully reconstructed the dragon descendant's demon soul.

"Heh... Ke Thirteen... pays respect to my master..."

Perhaps because he consumed too few demon monster origins, this dragon descendant's expression was respectful, but his eyes, filled with confusion, still held a trace of struggling.

Shen Yi did not intend to feed it more demon monster origins.

The remaining bit of resistance in the dragon descendant would soon disappear.

"Come."

Shen Yi handed over a blank jade slip: "Copy the spirit technique you cultivated into it."

It was a good opportunity to obtain a treasure spear.

Perhaps that spear technique wasn't top-notch in the Nan Yang Sect's collection, but even the best technique would be useless if one couldn't learn it. After all, this technique had been cultivated by a demon monster before, so progress would undoubtedly be much faster.

"Ke Thirteen obeys the Master's order."

The demon soul had just been condensed, and now it was forced to copy the technique.

It squatted on the ground obediently, gesturing towards the jade slip.

After an unknown amount of time had passed.

Shen Yi finally took back the jade slip and quickly scanned through it.

【Returning Void (Spirit) . Qinglong Fragmenting Star Gun: Not Yet Initiated】

He glanced to the side.

Ke Thirteen suddenly felt a chill run through his body and didn't have time to react before he was pulled into the panel.

【Remaining Demon Monster Lifespan: 360,020 years】

Shen Yi did not rush to cultivate the spear technique but instead infused the lifespan into the Tian Yan Forty-Nine technique.

He wanted this dragon descendant to be in the best condition to face the most challenging problem.

【Year One, with the help of the Jade Bead Poison Dragon, you begin to deduce the final step of the Tian Yan Forty-Nine technique】

Almost as soon as the prompt appeared.

That surge of nausea rushed to Shen Yi.

He clenched his throat.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and his eyes, once clear, now held an endless night.

The profound insights that could shatter one's sanity began flooding into his mind.

【70,300 years, Ke Thirteen seemed to have seen many spirit techniques, and through analogy, it helped you truly step into the threshold of Tian Yan Forty-Nine. But when faced with the sudden influx of insights, it, too, fell into bewilderment. From greatness to perfection, this step is as difficult as ascending to the heavens】

【90,700 years, Ke Thirteen's expression gradually turned dull and lifeless, and he had almost become a madman...】

Shen Yi's expression was ferocious as he bit the tip of his tongue.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His face turned pale, and his breathing became ragged.

Although he did not successfully break through, Shen Yi's control over the Tian Yan Forty-Nine technique reached a new level. He stopped infusing lifespan and released Ke Thirteen.

Looking at the dazed Ke Thirteen.

Shen Yi slightly adjusted his state: "Don't be so nervous. Let's do something else to relax."

The path of cultivation requires a balance of tension and relaxation.

Before Ke Thirteen could react, he was pulled back into the panel.

The vast demon monster lifespan flowed into the Guixu Immortal Armor.

"Spare me, Master..."

Shen Yi could only hear the dragon descendant's desperate wails.

To Ke Thirteen, its master was even more terrifying than the torture of the demon monster origin.

The figure in the Nan Yang white robe sat motionless in the mountains, occasionally letting out violent retches.

Even a true genius would find it difficult to master various techniques, but without exception, they all had brilliant minds.

With enough time, a sudden flash of insight could drastically change the progress shown on the panel.

【Year One, Ke Thirteen, under your guidance, begins to cultivate the path of formations】

【80,300 years, you have grown accustomed to loneliness, immersing yourself in the law and formations, discussing and exploring together, and finally pushing the Guixu Immortal Armor formation to a new level】

【Returning Void (Spirit) . Guixu Immortal Armor Formation: Great Success】

"Continue."

Shen Yi comforted Ke Thirteen and gently waved his sleeve, forcibly pulling back the dragon descendant, who had fallen to the ground and was wriggling away like a maggot.

There were still over 200,000 years of demon monster lifespan left, so there was no need to rush. They hadn't even started learning the spear technique yet.

"Heh..."

Ke Thirteen stared at Shen Yi's face, which was devoid of blood and withered to the extreme.

As if he had seen a monster.

Filled with unbearable terror.

After all, not only was he being tortured, but his master was also enduring the same pressure.

Yet, in those clear eyes, a flame of excitement burned.

【Year One, you gripped the long spear and suddenly remembered the ancient tail. From dragon to dragon is no easy task, and with Ke Thirteen's guidance, you finally began to truly cultivate how to control the dragon spear in your hand】

As Shen Yi digested the insights in his mind.

Golden threads appeared from his fingertips.

They fell on his heart and transformed into the intricate rune lines of the Guixu Grand Formation.

The dual torture of the spirit and body.

It made him gradually recall the scenes of life and death.

Until the last rune line fell.

Shen Yi raised his eyes to gaze into the distant ocean, and the excitement in his eyes gradually subsided, turning into familiar indifference.

(End of Chapter)

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