Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

The journey to the mountain city was merely a minor episode in life.

It was just an insignificant ripple in their path of cultivating immortality.

After a brief conversation, it was forgotten.

They were both powerful Divinity Transformation cultivators, with a lifespan of five thousand years in one lifetime, and ten thousand years in two. If coupled with other longevity elixirs and spirit fruits, they could live for at least fifteen thousand years.

Yet Zhao Yu’Er, despite having a Celestial Spirit Root and becoming a Golden Core, could only live for a thousand years, and even as a Nascent Soul, only about four thousand years.

The disparity in lifespan was enough to make many cultivators mere passersby.

Divinity Transformation cultivators rarely associated with low-level cultivators, rarely became friends—not because they were arrogant and dismissed lower-level cultivators, but because the lifespan gap was significant. A Divinity Transformation cultivator might only take a nap or go into seclusion once, yet those low-level cultivator friends’ lifespans would expire, dying on the spot.

At that time, there would be sorrow and tears.

It’s better to distance oneself from the start, not to form emotional bonds.

Being unfeeling is not being cold-blooded, but simply avoiding being hurt.

Jin Xi asked, "Husband, what are your plans?"

Lu Xuanji looked into the distance, pondering, "It’s been a long time since I returned home. I miss it somewhat. I wonder about the situation back home. Let’s go home!"

Jin Xi looked at him, nodded, and said, "That’s only right!"

With a flash of golden light, the two disappeared.

But as they traveled, Lu Xuanji stopped in his tracks and descended toward a certain city on the ground.

This city had no trace of human life, it was an empty city, vast and deserted without any humans walking about. Upon careful observation, he found that the teapot was still warm, food in the pot still retained temperature, and the street vendors were numerous yet without any vendors present.

Closing his eyes, Lu Xuanji sensed with his divine thought.

Suddenly, an image appeared. In the visuals, a red-robed cultivator appeared in the void, with a fog obscuring his face, making it unclear. A gourd appeared in his hand. Upon opening the gourd’s mouth, humans were sucked into it, disappearing from sight.

On the gourd, four large words were carved: Blood God Gourd.

"A demon is at work, the gourd has swallowed one hundred thousand mortal cultivators; truly cruel!"

A hint of killing intent flashed in Lu Xuanji’s eyes. Following the aura, he moved forward. Soon, he encountered another city, but this city was thriving with people walking, hawking, some dining, and it was bustling and safe. This city had not suffered a calamity.

His footsteps flickered, and he arrived at a nearby village, but the entire population of the village was mysteriously missing.

As for the other farms, houses, etc., there was no sign of damage.

His footsteps flickered, golden light transformed, and he arrived at another city, yet here it remained peaceful and serene, untouched by devastation.

However, after advancing a hundred miles, he saw that a cultivation immortality clan had disappeared; the clan had over a thousand cultivators, with three Purple Mansion cultivators, more than thirty Foundation Establishment cultivators, but all had mysteriously vanished.

Continuing forward, after tracking a thousand miles, he saw another mountain city become deserted, with its population entirely vanished.

Following the aura, Lu Xuanji kept pursuing, but his expression became ever colder, and his killing intent was consolidating.

Along the way, many cities, mountain villages, or cultivation immortality clans, their populations mysteriously vanished. They were spaced at intervals, with some cities and clans untouched in between.

The red-robed cultivator seemed like an experienced farmer, swiftly traveling each area, harvesting the "crop" into the gourd.

Beside him, Jin Xi followed closely, yet her expression was solemn, a hint of worry flickering in her eyes.

On the path of cultivating immortality, the stronger one’s realm, the stronger the cultivation, the more one feared cause and effect, the more one feared slaughter.

Chu Country also set various laws to protect mortal interests; most cultivators adhered to the rules and wouldn’t recklessly slaughter mortals. Who exactly was it?

Shhh, shhh!

Their steps flickered, pursuing forward.

In an instant, a red-robed cultivator appeared ahead, holding a gourd. The gourd opened its mouth, and countless mortals were absorbed into it, turning into pus and blood.

"Courting death!"

Lu Xuanji stepped forward, waving his hand in a strike.

The red-robed cultivator urged the gourd, which expanded, constantly resisting.

But he was only at the fifth layer of Nascent Soul, unable to withstand a Divinity Transformation cultivator’s attack. In an instant, his body crumbled, his Nascent Soul wanting to transform into escape light and flee.

Only for a moment later, immense force obliterated him.

The Nascent Soul directly dissipated.

The memories housed in the Nascent Soul were also absorbed by him.

Nascent Soul cultivators are powerful, yet before Divinity Transformation cultivators, they are as weak as a chick.

"Blood God Gourd!"

Lu Xuanji received the gourd, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This was a sixth-grade spirit treasure.

Sixth-grade spirit treasures correspond to Divinity Transformation powerhouses.

But due to rare materials and the difficulty of refining, the quantity of sixth-grade spirit treasures is far fewer than Divinity Transformation cultivators.

Many Divinity Transformation cultivators, if they have a background supported by some predecessor’s legacy, can obtain sixth-grade spirit treasures.

If they lack such a background, they can only use fifth-grade spirit treasures.

To refine a fifth-grade spirit treasure into a sixth-grade one would take a long time, as short as two to three hundred years, as long as over a thousand years.

Upon opening the gourd, inside was a sea of blood with crimson waves churning, the blood sea constantly surging, howling sounds rising and falling, a ruinous demonic sound spreading, killing intent, death qi, and despairing qi intertwined, limitless karmic force.

Evil qi billowed, sweeping towards the surroundings.

After just one glance, Lu Xuanji frowned greatly, feeling intensely uncomfortable.

A sensation of pain came from his divine soul.

Within the Blood God Gourd, this blood sea per the rituals had great power, it could erode a cultivator’s magical power, taint a cultivator’s magical treasure, fiercely restraining cultivators.

"Congratulations, husband, on acquiring a sixth-grade spirit treasure!" Jin Xi said.

"It’s a pity, this is a demon dao treasure. To refine this treasure, too many cultivators were killed, it’s ominous!" Lu Xuanji frowned, a hint of disgust in his eyes, "Within it is the blood of thousands of beings, over a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators, and even a Divinity Transformation cultivator’s blood!"

"So what?" Jin Xi smiled, "In the cultivation immortality realm, who hasn’t killed? Without killing, how can one cultivate immortality?"

Lu Xuanji was speechless.

Cultivators won’t slaughter easily, but if they truly begin, there will be no mercy.

Slaughtering entire families, exterminating entire clans, everyone has done such things.

"It’s just a pity, it’s still not auspicious."

Lu Xuanji said, "It would be better to use Pure Yang True Flame to refine it, transforming it into a righteous spirit treasure!"

Saying this, Pure Yang True Flame blazed forth.

But at this moment, the Blood God Gourd suddenly erupted, transforming into a stream of light, absorbing him into the gourd with a whoosh, the gourd turning into a stream of light, disappearing into the distance.

"Not good, it’s a trap!"

Jin Xi couldn’t help but exclaim, golden light flashing underfoot, giving chase.

But after only a few breaths, the gourd disappeared afar, vanishing from sight.

...

"Not good, it’s a trap!"

Lu Xuanji thought to himself, but at this moment the gourd exerted immense suction, suddenly pulling him into the gourd.

In a daze, he found himself already inside the gourd.

The inside of the gourd was vast, massive blood sea before his eyes, spanning a thousand miles, billowing waves surged, sea water swept, waves of destruction swelled.

The blood sea churned, waves roiled, standing above the blood sea was a cultivator, still an old acquaintance.

Blood Bat Demon Venerable spoke, "Fellow Daoist, we meet again!"

Lu Xuanji sighed, "Yes, we meet again. Fellow Daoist’s schemes are clever, ensnaring me in the gourd. And Fellow Daoist’s strength is formidable, unlike the rumors of weakness."

According to rumors, Blood Bat Demon Venerable had poor aptitude, having reached Divinity Transformation for over a thousand years yet still at the first layer, his combat power low, placing him at the bottom among the Demon Race’s Divinity Transformation cultivators. He could only bully some half-step Divinity Transformation cultivators, often choosing to flee when encountering formidable Divinity Transformation cultivators.

But what was before him was quite different from the rumors.