Cultivating To Immortality

Awoo! Awoo! Awoo!

The three Demonic Wolves roared in unison, transforming into streaks of red demonic qi, and pounced towards Fang Hong.

Fang Hong secretly praised them. The speed of these three Demonic Wolves was not bad, stronger than all the demonic beasts he had encountered before. They had probably surpassed the scope of ordinary peak seventh-grade demonic beasts.

Although the Demonic Wolves were strong, Fang Hong's Sky Thunder Axe was even sharper. He used spells to flexibly dodge the Demonic Wolves' sneak attacks.

Just as one of the Demonic Wolves revealed a flaw, Fang Hong seized the opportunity, poured his magical power into the Sky Thunder Axe, and fiercely hacked at that Demonic Wolf.

Pfft.

The axe blade accurately struck the Demonic Wolf's neck. With a muffled thud, that Demonic Wolf was forcibly split into two. Before its blood could splatter, it transformed into a wisp of black mist and dissipated into the air.

Where the black mist dissipated, only a dark red demonic qi bead fell to the ground.

These three Demonic Wolves were not true demonic beasts, but rather Demonic creatures formed by some restriction, without intelligence and fearless of death.

Even with one dead, the remaining Demonic Wolves still pounced towards Fang Hong, their sharp claws brandishing, their figures turning into afterimages.

Fang Hong had no choice but to continue wielding his sharp axe, striving to slay the Demonic Wolves.

Puff, puff, puff.

As a series of axe lights swept past, the Demonic Wolves were struck one after another, turning into black mist and dissipating.

Fang Hong had Cultivated the Essence Emperor Art, possessing profound and endless magical power. His combat power far exceeded that of ordinary Core Formation Stage Cultivators. One axe, one Demonic Wolf. In a short while, he had slain all of these Demonic Wolves.

Fang Hong put away his Sky Thunder Axe and was about to collect the Demonic beads on the ground when suddenly, an abrupt round of applause came from the side.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

The applause was crisp and rhythmic, like a sincere compliment from an observer who had just enjoyed a good show.

Fang Hong's heart suddenly jolted. There were actually other people nearby, and they could even evade his Divine Sense. Had he encountered a Nascent Soul Cultivator again?

Fang Hong quickly looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a thin old man in black slowly walking out of a dark alley not far away.

The man was gaunt, his face sinister, and a smile of unknown meaning hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Yin Demon Sect, Zhao Yongxiu." Fang Hong's expression became serious. The person who had come was indeed a Nascent Soul Stage Elder of the Yin Demon Sect.

Fang Hong secretly cursed his bad luck. Was he progressing too quickly? He had even caught up to a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

Zhao Yongxiu stood still, and from dozens of feet away, he actually praised, "Tsk, tsk, that battle just now was truly exhilarating."

"I didn't expect the Four Seas Sect to have such a Core Formation Stage powerhouse as you. It truly surprises this Senior."

"Senior, you flatter me." Fang Hong clasped his fists in a bow, his tone calm, but he subconsciously took a step back.

"Junior still has important matters to attend to, so I won't disturb you. I'll take my leave first."

With that, Fang Hong wanted to withdraw. The person before him was a genuine Nascent Soul Stage old monster, an existence he absolutely could not provoke.

However, Zhao Yongxiu spoke with a half-smile, "You're in quite a hurry to leave. Don't you want your spoils of war? Those Demonic Core beads on the ground."

Seeing Fang Hong eager to leave, Zhao Yongxiu's figure flickered, and in an instant, he blocked Fang Hong's path from behind. His speed was so fast that Fang Hong's heart was startled.

"Those Demonic Core beads are of no use to Junior. If Senior needs them, please feel free to take them." Fang Hong immediately felt a bad premonition, but remained calm and responded politely.

"Heh heh, you young one, you're quite sensible. Then this Senior won't be polite."

Zhao Yongxiu chuckled, hooked his finger, and over a hundred Demonic Core beads on the ground instantly flew up and landed in his storage bag.

He stared at Fang Hong, his gaze deep, then continued.

"This Senior cultivates a Demonic Technique, and these Demonic Core beads are indeed of great use to me. You should have quite a few more on you, right? Why not take them all out and give them to me?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Hong secretly groaned in his heart. This old ghost, it seemed, had no intention of letting him leave from the beginning.

"What? You're unwilling?"

Seeing Fang Hong hesitate for a moment, Zhao Yongxiu's face immediately darkened, and he released a powerful pressure, suppressing Fang Hong.

Fang Hong's mind trembled, feeling a powerful pressure descend upon him, making him want to kneel in submission.

Fortunately, he was already at the peak of Core Formation, with abundant magical power within his body, allowing him to barely maintain his stance and not directly collapse under this pressure.

"This old ghost, his face changes faster than flipping a book. Just now he was still smiling."

Fang Hong was speechless in his heart, but he tried his best to maintain a calm expression on his face.

Fang Hong also understood that in Zhao Yongxiu's eyes, he was merely a small Core Formation Stage Junior, to be manipulated as he pleased, with no need for apprehension.

To save his life, Fang Hong quickly conjured a Turtle Shell Talisman, summoning three turtle shells to block in front of him.

Zhao Yongxiu's gaze shifted upon seeing this, seemingly a little surprised.

"Oh? You even have a top-tier life-saving Talisman? It seems you have quite a few good things on you."

"Junior, I won't beat around the bush with you. Hand over three parts of your Primordial Spirit and join my Yin Demon Sect, and I can let you live." Zhao Yongxiu said coldly, then took out a dark, black token.

This token was filled with demonic qi. If Fang Hong really handed over three parts of his Primordial Spirit, he would probably become a slave for life.

"Senior, I am a Guest Elder of the Four Seas Sect. Aren't you afraid that if I escape, Sect Master Xiao will come looking for trouble with you afterward?" Fang Hong said with a grim face.

"Hahaha. You brat, your words are truly amusing. With your peak Core Formation Stage Cultivation, do you really think you can escape in front of me?" Zhao Yongxiu burst into laughter, looking at Fang Hong with disdain.

Fang Hong, taking advantage of his slight relaxation, quickly conjured a Wood Escape Talisman and fully activated it.

A blue light instantly enveloped him.

"Wood Escape Talisman." Zhao Yongxiu's expression became serious upon seeing this, and he stomped his right foot heavily on the ground.

Boom!

Under Zhao Yongxiu's powerful magical power, waves of golden Qi spread in all directions.

The blue light enveloping Fang Hong had intended to burrow into the ground, but it instantly shattered and dissipated into the air.

The Wood Escape Talisman had failed.

"Damn it."

Fang Hong's face was grim. This old ghost used a type of solidification spell, hardening the ground for several miles around, rendering the Wood Escape Talisman ineffective.

"A mere Wood Escape Talisman, I can break it at will."

Zhao Yongxiu sneered, "Brat, it seems you don't want to submit obediently, do you? If that's the case, then I'll just have to forcibly subdue you."

After speaking, Zhao Yongxiu, with a grim face, condensed a ball of dark demonic qi in his palm, then fiercely struck it towards Fang Hong.

Fang Hong had no time to think and could only inject all his magical power into the Turtle Shell Talisman, strengthening it with all his might.

Boom!

Zhao Yongxiu's demonic qi fiercely struck the turtle shell. With a loud bang, Fang Hong was sent flying dozens of feet, smashing through several houses along the way.