Cultivating To Immortality

"Make your move. I want all the spirit medicine in the valley," Fang Hong said, getting straight to the point.

"What?"

Wu Feng was visibly stunned, clearly not expecting Fang Hong to be so direct, not even bothering with pleasantries.

Wu Feng was about to say something, but Fang Hong had already made his move. Fang Hong raised his hand and instantly unleashed several Void Spirit Slashes at Wu Feng.

Seeing this, Wu Feng grew angry and quickly conjured a black iron umbrella spiritual treasure, holding it in front of himself.

Ding.

A violent collision sound rang out, sparks flew, and Wu Feng was struck hard by the Void Spirit Slashes. His body was instantly knocked back, uncontrollably flying backward.

The Void Spirit Slashes struck Wu Feng, and as Fang Hong expected, they had no effect.

He was already used to it; which of these Divine Transformation old monsters, who had lived for countless years, didn't carry a defensive spiritual treasure on them like a second skin?

"Arrogant brat. How dare you actually attack this old man? You're truly tired of living."

Wu Feng was completely enraged by Fang Hong's sneak attack, his eyes gleaming with ferocity.

A mere Divine Transformation Early Stage cultivator daring to provoke a Divine Transformation Middle Stage cultivator like him—this was the first time he had encountered such a thing in his thousands of years of cultivation.

In his fury, Wu Feng suddenly opened his mouth, and a palm-sized black gourd flew out.

As soon as the gourd's mouth opened, dense black specks swarmed out, instantly forming a cloud of insects that blotted out the sky.

Individually, these insects didn't look large, only about the size of a pinky fingernail. They were entirely black and shiny, with red eyes, looking somewhat ferocious.

"Ancient Beast, Spirit Devouring Insects?"

Fang Hong raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.

He had seen illustrations of these insects in ancient texts. It was said they could devour a cultivator's magical power, specializing in countering all kinds of spells, indestructible, capable of even gnawing holes in spiritual artifacts. They were notoriously troublesome beasts in the cultivation world.

What was even more alarming was that Wu Feng had unleashed a full hundred thousand of them with this move.

Judging by their swift movements and shiny carapaces, these insects were clearly elites meticulously raised for many years.

Such a large swarm of insects could probably even devour a Divine Transformation Middle Stage cultivator alive.

"Brat, since you recognize these as Spirit Devouring Insects, then you should die too." Wu Feng's face twisted into a cruel, cold smile.

With that, he immediately manipulated the swarm, forming a peculiar insect formation that completely surrounded Fang Hong.

The black insect tide sometimes condensed into blades, sometimes transformed into long spears, fiercely stabbing at Fang Hong's protective shield.

Tiny cracks had already appeared on the surface of Fang Hong's protective shield, and it was visibly being gnawed away and thinned by the insect swarm at a speed discernible to the naked eye.

Fang Hong dared not be negligent. He quickly formed hand seals, and a blazing inferno immediately ignited around him.

Within the flames, a hundred-zhang-tall Flame Dharma Aspect rose from the ground. Its giant hand, formed of flames, slammed down fiercely onto the surrounding insect formation.

Bang.

With a loud bang, the Flame Dharma Aspect, carrying the might of burning mountains and boiling seas, smashed into the insect formation. The Spirit Devouring Insect formation was instantly scattered.

"The Blazing God Dharma Aspect from the Five Elements Mystic Classic? It's useless. The thing my Spirit Devouring Insects fear least is flames."

Wu Feng stood outside the insect formation, laughing triumphantly.

Things were exactly as he said. The scattered insects merely tumbled a few times in the air, then shook off the flames on their bodies and reassembled.

Many insects even climbed directly onto the body of the Flame Dharma Aspect, gnawing and crunching at its flame-formed body.

Fang Hong's eyes narrowed. He once again controlled the Dharma Aspect's arms to violently shake outwards, knocking all the attached insects away.

Immediately after, the flame giant opened its massive mouth, and thousands of blazing needle shadows shot out, piercing every single insect like a torrential downpour.

Hiss. Hiss. Hiss.

Shrill insect cries rose and fell. The Spirit Devouring Insects whose carapaces were pierced by the blazing flying needles fell from the sky one after another, their insect blood scattering in the air.

"Flying Needle spiritual treasure. Stop, quickly stop, you."

Seeing this, Wu Feng's previously triumphant old face suddenly changed color, and he roared in anger.

Although his Spirit Devouring Insects were not afraid of various spells, they were extremely afraid of weapons.

Especially flying needles, a weapon specifically designed to break through defenses, they were simply the bane of Spirit Devouring Insects.

"I'd like to see if your insect carapaces are harder, or if my flying needles are sharper."

Fang Hong was impolite, continuing to control the Heavenly Thunder Needle to kill the vast swarm of insects.

Wu Feng was both shocked and enraged, his forehead veins bulging. He quickly pulled out the gourd to recall the insects.

But he was still a step too slow. The gourd only managed to recall about ten thousand surviving Spirit Devouring Insects; the other ninety thousand had already turned into insect corpses on the ground.

Wu Feng looked at the ground covered in insect corpses, trembling with rage, his face as hideous as a devil.

These Spirit Devouring Insects were cultivated to this scale with hundreds of years of his painstaking effort. Now, in the blink of an eye, he had lost ninety percent of them; his heart was bleeding.

He stared intently at Fang Hong, venomously.

"Little beast, today I will skin you alive, rip out your bones, and refine your soul to quell the hatred in my heart."

Fang Hong ignored Wu Feng's rage. Seizing the moment of his mental disarray, he directly conjured the demon soul banner.

The dark banner unfurled in the air, and surging demonic qi spewed forth, instantly engulfing the sky for dozens of miles around. Demonic light surged in the clouds, and the entire sky was dyed dark purple.

"Not good? This is a Soul Banner that can devour Divine Souls. Ahhhhh."

Wu Feng's mind trembled. Affected by the demonic qi and demonic light, his magical power was instantly suppressed by several tenths.

He truly hadn't expected that this seemingly harmless young man was actually an extremely cruel devil head, capable of refining even such a demonic artifact.

"Go in peace."

Fang Hong teleported in front of Wu Feng, holding the soul severing sword, and slashed down.

Clang.

Wu Feng used his black umbrella spiritual treasure to block, but he was still cut flying, his arm numb, and purple electric arcs continuously flickered all over his body. His face instantly became extremely ugly.

Fang Hong felt a surge of joy seeing his dishevelled appearance.

It seemed this old monster didn't have a spiritual treasure specifically to defend against soul attacks. The suppression effect of the demon soul banner was better than expected.

Fang Hong gave Wu Feng no chance to catch his breath, continuing his pursuit at an extremely fast speed, arriving behind Wu Feng in an instant.

"Wait, wait."

Wu Feng felt the aura of death coming from behind him and hurriedly turned to block, but he was still a step too slow.

With a pfft sound, Fang Hong's soul severing sword had pierced his heart.

"Ahhhhh." Wu Feng let out a desperate scream, his soul tormented by the dual assault of the soul severing sword and the demon soul banner.

Fang Hong was never soft-hearted towards enemies. His left hand formed a palm, and with profound magical power, he slammed it fiercely onto Wu Feng's back.

Pfft

Wu Feng spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood. His Nascent Soul was knocked out of his dantian by this palm, its face still holding an expression of terror.

Wu Feng's Nascent Soul tried to escape, but Fang Hong immediately cast the Golden Binding Art, transforming it into a golden chain that pulled it back.

"Fellow Daoist, spare my life. I am willing to submit to you, to be your servant." Under the pressure of death, Wu Feng pleaded in terror.