Immortality Begins With The Alchemical Master Chapter 587: Qingyang He Yuan, Facing the Demon - Novel Cool

Chapter 587: Qingyang He Yuan, Facing the Demon

Chapter 587: Qingyang He Yuan, Facing the Demon

Not far from the Mo family's fishing grounds, a small city stood.

The city walls were not tall, but at this moment, the defensive formations were fully activated, and groups of Foundation Establishment and Essence Condensation Cultivators patrolled the walls, holding weapons in their hands, creating an orderly and solemn atmosphere.

Leading them was a withered old man.

He stood silently atop the city wall, his face filled with worry, and from time to time, his eyes revealed an intense fear.

Behind him, a cultivator cautiously approached.

"Old Clan Leader, aren't we going to help?"

The Mo family's old clan leader didn't even turn his head, and he said in a low voice, "Help? How can I help? That level of battle is not something I can interfere with."

A clan member expressed his concern, "But the Wu family and our Mo family have been close for three generations. That rogue cultivator Luo Hai killed three Golden Core Cultivators from the Wu family, making him an irreconcilable enemy. Now he has fled to our Mo family's fishing grounds. If we just stand by and do nothing..."

"What then?"

The Mo family's old clan leader suddenly turned around and stared at the middle-aged man.

Under his gaze, the middle-aged man couldn't help but fall silent.

The Mo family's old clan leader coldly snorted, "Old Third, I know you married a woman from the Wu family, but you should know that our Mo family is only distantly related to the Wu family, and we haven't fallen to the point of becoming their vassals."

Upon hearing these words, the middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat.

Unconsciously, he had been influenced by his wife to believe that the Mo family was a vassal of the Wu family.

At this moment, the old clan leader's words, like the sound of a bell, awakened him.

"You should understand that whether I participate in this battle or not makes no difference."

"After all, I'm just an early-stage Golden Core Cultivator. Even if I join that kind of battle, I won't be of much help."

"On the contrary, if I were to unfortunately fall in the battle, the Mo family would be completely devoid of Golden Core Cultivators, reduced to a Foundation Establishment family. By then, even if the Wu family doesn't hold us accountable, the Mo family will still fall into the abyss."

"Moreover..."

His words were well-reasoned and convincing.

Mo Lao San, the Foundation Establishment Cultivator with the highest chance of advancing to the Golden Core Stage, gradually understood.

The Wu family could afford the loss of three Golden Core Cultivators, but the Mo family members, with only one Golden Core Cultivator, could not afford any casualties.

In terms of family interests, the so-called three-generation distant relationship meant nothing!

Hearing the old clan leader's final words, Mo Lao San, who had already awakened, asked, "Is there any other problem?"

The Mo family's old clan leader's face turned solemn, and his gaze shifted to another direction.

"Moreover, even those powerful cultivators whom I can't compare to are only spectators, not daring to take action. How can it be my turn?"

...

On a low hill, several cultivators stood in silhouette.

At the forefront was a woman with fluttering sleeves and an elegant aura.

It was none other than Luo Yuqing, the Sect Master of the Han Li Zong!

At this moment, she stood silently at the front of the group.

Behind her, Golden Core Cultivators from other sects on Cold Light Island were discussing.

"This rogue cultivator Luo Hai is truly formidable. He even managed to kill six Golden Core Cultivators who joined forces against him, and instead, they were defeated one by one."

"It's not just six. The Mountain Lord of Hundred Creations Mountain, who is at the eighth layer of the Golden Core Stage, also joined the fight. Didn't you see that?"

"Yes, I originally thought that with the Mountain Lord's intervention, it would be an easy capture, but I never expected that he would be blasted away without any resistance. Judging from his appearance, he's probably already hundreds of li away. If he wants to come back, it will take some time."

"The most important thing is, will he dare to come back!"

"What is the background of this Luo Hai? He fought five cultivators of the same level at the fourth layer of the Golden Core Stage, and even two senior cultivators. He also enslaved two Monster Beasts with immense potential at a glance. Among us Golden Core Cultivators, he is also considered a top-tier expert."

"Didn't you hear that Elder He Yuan called him Qingyang Demon Sovereign?"

"Who is Qingyang Demon Sovereign? I only know that in the past, some low-level disciples of the Demon Tribulation Sect liked to refine a type of Azure Sun Demon Fire using living beings. Could this person also be a member of the Demon Tribulation Sect?"

"I don't know. I only know that Wu Qi from Witch Island once secretly searched for Qingyang Demon Sovereign. He even caused a big blunder because of this, angering Elder He Yuan, a true disciple of the Demon Tribulation Sect, at the wharf."

"It is said that at that time, Wu Qi mistakenly identified Elder He Yuan as Qingyang Demon Sovereign."

"Hehe, in other words, the two main parties are now facing each other directly. No wonder Elder He Yuan ordered that no one should interfere with Luo Hai, leaving us with no choice but to watch helplessly."

One after another, the voices of discussion behind them continued without end.

Luo Yuqing's expression remained calm, but her eyes carried a hint of strangeness, and in her heart, she silently repeated the name "Qingyang Demon Sovereign."

No one knew what she was thinking.

However, at this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the two figures not far away.

In their perception, perhaps another great battle was about to unfold.

This time, would He Yuan, who hailed from the Demon Tribulation Sect, have the upper hand, or would Qingyang Demon Sovereign, who had just achieved a great victory, surpass him?

Everyone was filled with anticipation!

...

In the fishing grounds filled with chaotic Spirit Qi and raging waves, a solitary boat floated steadily on the sea, unaffected by the turmoil.

Luo Chen stood firmly in the sky, his spiritual sense sweeping in all directions, and his face changed.

Sensing his change in demeanor, He Yuan on the boat chuckled, "I didn't lie to you, did I? In your current state, if these people rush over, what are your chances of winning?"

Luo Chen took a deep breath, focusing all his attention on He Yuan.

"In that case, I should indeed thank you.

"There's no need to thank me, after all, you are originally from the Blood Nightmare Demon King's lineage."

Luo Chen frowned, "I'm not!"

He Yuan retracted his smile and said seriously, "You have the Blood Nightmare Token on you, and anyone would acknowledge that you are under the command of the Blood Nightmare Demon King."

Seeing Luo Chen's silence, He Yuan patiently explained, "In this battle, you have offended too many people. The Qian Family, the Wu Family, the Refining Edge, and Hundred Creations Mountain, these forces will never let you off. Moreover, there are so many Cultivators who want to be the fisherman, eyeing you with malicious intent. If you don't submit to me, do you really think you can leave unscathed?"

Luo Chen seemed to be considering, his face filled with hesitation.

After a long pause, he asked, "You... Blood Nightmare Demon King, what exactly do you see in me? Is it my pill refining technique?"

He Yuan, who represented the Blood Nightmare Demon King, smiled again.

"Pill refining is one aspect, or rather, if it were only pill refining, you would merely be considered a talented individual, dispensable. After all, with the foundation of our Demon Tribulation Sect, even if we only have a slight advantage, it's not that difficult to cultivate an excellent pill refining master."

"What truly made me make up my mind is your performance in this battle!"

"Your spellcasting is ingenious and unparalleled, your physical prowess is unmatched, and your illusion techniques are so cunning that they catch people off guard. With no weaknesses in your spirit, energy, and body, even when our Demon Tribulation Sect was at its peak and geniuses were abundant, you could still hold your own."

"Currently, the Blood Nightmare Demon King wishes to restore the glory of the Demon Sect, but we lack too much in various aspects. If you join us, you could become a banner for the Blood Nightmare Demon King among Golden Core Cultivators."

"Qingyang, I truly have high hopes for you!"

Upon hearing these words, Luo Chen fell silent once again.

In another place, many Golden Core Cultivators who had personally witnessed this conversation couldn't help but hold their breath.

Upon careful reflection, Luo Chen's performance in the battle was indeed awe-inspiring.

It wasn't just the spellcasting, physical techniques, and illusion techniques that He Yuan had mentioned.

This person was also proficient in formation techniques, beast taming techniques, and his innate Dharmic Robe was quite remarkable.

Oh yes, and there's also the pill refining technique that He Yuan mentioned!

No one could have imagined that Qingyang Demon Sovereign was also an exceptional pill refining master, earning the respect of the Blood Nightmare Demon King.

With this, it was somewhat understandable why Wu Qi had been so determined to inquire about this person's whereabouts.

Everyone knew that Wu Qi had been stuck at the sixth layer of the Golden Core for many years, unable to advance to the late-stage Golden Core.

If he had the assistance of pills, he might achieve it in just one night.

He Yuan gave Luo Chen ample time to think.

He naturally noticed that Luo Chen was trying his best to recover his spiritual power, and his aura showed a brief resurgence.

However, he didn't care about any of this.

He was confident and felt everything was under his control.

After a long pause, he asked, "Have you considered it?"

"I can promise that once you join, I can put an end to the pursuit of those minor forces."

"Not only that, I can also grant you a Third Rank island for cultivation, bestow upon you countless subordinates, ten Alchemical Cauldrons, and half of the Blood Nightmare Demon King's forces to serve you!"

Luo Chen raised his eyes, "What's the price?"

"Fight for me in all directions and establish the reputation of the Blood Nightmare Demon King!" He Yuan replied without hesitation.

Luo Chen's lips twitched, "Don't you think that sending a pill refining master to the battlefield is a waste of talent?"

He Yuan laughed, "In the current situation, the path of pill refining is just a minor path. Only through competition can we establish our footing. Moreover... isn't what you just did a pill refining master going to battle?"

Luo Chen was speechless.

Seeing that he was about to fall silent again, He Yuan grew impatient.

"Qingyang, my patience is limited!"

Luo Chen took a deep breath, summoning the remaining spiritual power within his body.

"I have one last question."

"Go ahead."

"Are these conditions your idea, or the Blood Nightmare True Person's idea?"

He Yuan replied without hesitation, "Of course, it's my idea... no, it's the Blood Nightmare Demon King's idea... no, it's my idea... where did I go wrong?"

A strange scene suddenly unfolded.

Through this conversation, Luo Chen finally probed the strange feeling he had when he first met He Yuan.

This person was full of contradictions! His words, actions, thoughts, and intentions all had inconsistencies.

He gave off the impression of speaking with two voices.

At first glance, his words seemed to align with He Yuan's role as the representative of the Blood Nightmare Demon King.

But the conditions he offered seemed as if they were spoken by the Blood Nightmare Demon King himself.

Ordinary Golden Core Cultivators wouldn't dare boast about commanding half of the Blood Nightmare Demon King's forces for Luo Chen.

Especially!

In such an intense battle, Luo Chen had already demonstrated his formidable strength.

Even if He Yuan was currently at the fourth layer of the Golden Core, even late-stage Golden Core Cultivators would have to be cautious when facing Luo Chen. How could he be so carefree and arrogant, treating others with disdain?

There was only one answer.

This He Yuan was not the original He Yuan!

"Forget it, think it over, and I won't accompany you any longer!"

Luo Chen said and turned to leave.

On the sea, a lonely boat swayed. He Yuan, who had been confused earlier, now wore a gloomy expression.

"Trying to leave?"

Just as he was about to make his move, Luo Chen, who had left earlier, suddenly turned back, his eyes emitting a strange light.

He Yuan revealed his white teeth, "Is it that illusion technique again? That worked on the Mountain Lord of Hundred Creations Mountain, but not on me."

However, before the strange light could bloom, another invisible wave emanated from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, arriving first.

The sea breeze howled, fluttering the robes of He Yuan, who stood atop a solitary boat, unaffected by the world around him. But in the next instant, he felt a sharp sensation piercing through his divine soul's defenses, penetrating deep into his Sea of Consciousness.

Within his Sea of Consciousness, a blood-red ocean suddenly churned with terrifying waves.

A vague silhouette, trapped within the blood sea, sluggishly lifted its head.

At that very moment, He Yuan's eyes met Luo Chen's without any obstruction.

Mirage Moonlight, open!

In a fleeting moment, the vague silhouette trembled, and thick black light erupted from its soul body, frantically pushing outwards.

It forcibly stained the blood-red ocean, covering more than half of it.

"Old fool, get out of here!"

At this moment, He Yuan's Sea of Consciousness was divided into two, one half crimson and the other pitch-black, each vying for dominance.

"Damn it!"

A furious roar echoed within the Sea of Consciousness.

The next moment, a blood shadow condensed and emerged from the blood sea.

As it stepped forward, the blood sea surged, pushing back the previously dominant black light layer by layer.

The black shadow, witnessing this, realized it had missed its last chance to struggle.

It glared at the blood shadow with hatred.

"Old fool, you've defied the ancestral teachings and committed an unforgivable act. When our sect's old ancestor returns, I'll throw you into the endless hell, never to be reborn!"

"He Yuan, don't be delusional. The Divine Transformation Old Ancestor will never return!"

The blood shadow let out a low roar, raising its hands.

A towering wave crashed down.

In the end, the endless blood sea once again enveloped the black shadow.

The blood sea calmed, and the Sea of Consciousness returned to unity.

Countless rays of blood transformed into a blood robe, draping over the blood shadow, making its body even more solid.

It glanced at the Sea of Consciousness and withdrew its consciousness from the inner world.

When He Yuan opened his eyes again, Luo Chen's figure had disappeared from the Mo family fishing grounds.

He murmured softly, "No wonder this child made me feel that way at the auction. I thought it was because of demonic energy, that he had a half-demon body. But now it's clear that he's hiding a Nascent Soul Cultivator's Nascent Soul within him."

"One misstep, and my clone almost suffered a great loss."

"Indeed, only this can explain why my Blood Nightmare Command was hidden from my perception. Only a Nascent Soul Immortal of the same stage as me could have such means."

Just then, a raging wind swept across the sea, and someone arrived without delay.

Upon reaching the scene, he shouted, "Where is Luo Hai?"

Before he could finish, his expression changed, and his gaze instinctively fell on He Yuan.

He Yuan observed this person, first frowning, then breaking into a smile.

"It wasn't a wasted trip after all!"

"You're the Mountain Lord of Hundred Creations Mountain, right? From now on, you'll submit to my Demon Tide Sect's Blood Nightmare lineage!"

The Mountain Lord of Hundred Creations Mountain's face changed, and he subconsciously retreated.

"My Hundred Creations Mountain has always maintained a neutral stance towards Cold Light Island and never interferes in the Demon-Devil War."

He Yuan smiled slightly and reached out towards the other party.

"Things have changed!"

"From now on, whether it's Frost Cold City or Cold Light Island, they all belong to my Demon Tide Sect. Even Hundred Creations Mountain won't be spared!"

A blood-red hand, as vast as the sky, stretched out from He Yuan's body.

Its power was overwhelming, and the stench of blood filled the air.

The Mountain Lord of Hundred Creations Mountain displayed a small mountain in his hand, and the towering mountain unfolded once more.

But as the blood-red hand grabbed it, the mountain crumbled inch by inch. The Mountain Lord of Hundred Creations Mountain attempted to use another technique, but a cold and eerie voice reached his ears, stopping all resistance.

"Do you want to die?"

In his line of sight, shadows of people flickered, and He Yuan's face alternated between his own and the Blood Nightmare Demon's.

In a daze, He Yuan had already reached the side of the Mountain Lord of Hundred Creations Mountain.

With his hands behind his back, He Yuan glanced at him and casually tossed the small mountain he had captured back.

The Mountain Lord of Hundred Creations Mountain swallowed hard and bent over, trembling with fear.

"Liang Baizao, paying respects to the Stream Master!"

He Yuan nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the northernmost direction.

"I have a task for you. The Qing Yang Demon Lord is severely injured and has exhausted his spell power, unable to fight anymore. Go and help me capture him!"

Liang Baizao opened his mouth, feeling conflicted. "Just me alone? That person's means are extraordinary, and he has countless trump cards. I'm afraid..."

"It doesn't matter. You're just worried about his illusions. Wait for me to cast a spell on you, and they'll have no effect on you anymore."

As he spoke, He Yuan grabbed with one hand.

Below, in the sea area, a mournful howl suddenly echoed.

A shadow was captured from the heavens and earth.

Liang Baizao was stunned for a moment. With just a glance, he discerned the origin of the shadow.

It was the Golden Core Cultivator of his Hundred Creations Mountain, skilled in wielding a giant hammer, who had perished in the great war.

He Yuan grasped the soul, continuously forming hand seals, and finally slapped Liang Baizao's body with a palm.

"Go!"

"With this replacement soul, you can withstand three illusion attacks from the Qing Yang Demon Lord. Three chances are enough for you to capture him. Oh, and the corpse, I can take care of as well."

Liang Baizao took a deep breath, feeling the discomfort in his body gradually dissipate, but his heart was filled with fear.

Isn't the Blood Nightmare Demon rumored to be an elder of the Blood Sea lineage in the Yuan Mo Sect?

How is he also proficient in the Soul Refinement lineage's techniques?

After Liang Baizao received the order and left, He Yuan looked in the direction where Luo Chen had fled and coldly snorted.

"If you want to make me suffer, you'll have to pay a price!"

(End of Chapter)

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