Cultivation Starts from Farming

In the depths of the Spiritual Miao Garden, before the Blood Spirit Gate.

The old demon of Hehuan and the young demon cultivator’s breaths were somewhat erratic, clearly having just gone through a fierce battle.

At their feet lay a massive corpse of a Fourth Rank Middle Grade beast, resembling a lizard with a single horn, its blood flowing endlessly, seeping into the ground.

And before them stood a gigantic crimson stone gate, as if it were solidified by countless blood.

The gate towered ten zhang high, its surface smooth as a mirror.

It exuded a blood scent so intense it was nauseating, with countless anguished faces struggling and wailing faintly within.

Above the lintel, three menacing large characters were carved in ancient demonic script—Blood Spirit Gate.

"The Blood Spirit Gate, the rumors are true!"

The young demon cultivator was so excited his face flushed, breathing heavily.

The old demon of Hehuan also had a fiery gaze full of greed, took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and said in a deep voice:

"Indeed, but the restrictions on this gate are formidable. We need to join forces, using our blood essence as a guide, aided by secret ban-breaking techniques, to open it."

"No time to delay, let’s begin!"

"Okay!"

The young demon cultivator, without suspicion, immediately forced out several drops of pure blood essence, shooting them towards the Blood Spirit Gate while his hands performed bizarre spells.

A flash of extremely subtle coldness and calculation passed through the deepest part of the old demon of Hehuan’s eyes.

He too forced out blood essence, performing spells, seemingly cooperating with full effort, but the corners of his mouth curled into a barely noticeable strange arc.

....

Two months later, at the Ancient Demon Hall, Star Moon Lake domain.

A faintly visible Escape Light cut through the gray sky of the Ancient Demon Hall, coming to a quiet halt.

Xu Ping, with his mysterious robe gently fluttering, stood firm in the void, his gaze like lightning, cast into the distance.

Ahead lay a vast, boundless lake quietly sprawling.

The lake water was not clear but showed a deep, starry blue, as if countless stars had melted into it.

This was the very place Duan Shuang had mentioned—Star Moon Lake.

"According to Shuang’Er, the Moon Shadow Stone she obtained back then, of decent quality, was found at the edge of this lake."

A hint of contemplation flickered in Xu Ping’s eyes, "Although many years have passed, the chances of finding high-quality Moon Shadow Stones in the same spot are minimal...."

"But it is a definite clue, far better than wandering blindly like a headless fly across the vast Ancient Demon Hall."

Just as Xu Ping was about to approach for closer inspection, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Intense spiritual power fluctuations and roaring sounds were continuously emanating from the center of Star Moon Lake, disturbing the tranquil starlit waters.

"Someone’s gotten here first and are still in conflict?"

Xu Ping’s mind raced, his aura instantly concealed to the extreme, blending into the surrounding light and shadows, silently advancing forward.

The effects of the Thousand Illusion Concealing Pearl slightly activated, lowering his presence to the bare minimum.

The closer he got to the lake’s center, the more astonishing the commotion of the ongoing battle became.

Gigantic waves surged skyward, demonic power and spiritual light fiercely clashed, with roars and shouts incessantly piercing the air.

At the center of Star Moon Lake, a massive serpent covered in deep blue scales with a single horn on its head was frantically thrashing, raising waves a hundred feet high.

The demonic power it emitted was overwhelming, clearly reaching the Fourth Rank Middle Grade level.

Such a beast could dominate areas in the outer seas with fierce might.

However, at this moment, this Fourth Rank Middle Grade serpent was in dire straits.

Eight Golden Core cultivators, donned in uniform cloud-patterned robes, each holding a radiant Array Flag, positioned themselves at eight directions.

They set up a profound array, light cords like a tough web layered and entwined on the giant serpent, greatly limiting its movement.

Above the array, two Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators were solemnly overseeing the situation, continuously unleashing divine techniques to strike the serpent’s vulnerable spots.

Leading them was a person clad in a mysterious yellow wide robe, with a face as steadfast as a rock, eyes sharp, manipulating an ancient grand seal, each fall causing the void to quake and serpent scales to shatter.

This person was not unfamiliar to Xu Ping.

He was the very True Monarch from Hundred Cloud Hall who fiercely competed with him for the Life Creation Pill at an auction years back.

"It’s him?"

From his hidden position, a hint of surprise flickered through Xu Ping’s eyes,

"Hundred Cloud Hall dispatching two Mid-Stage Nascent Soul, eight elite Golden Core cultivators to form an array..."

"Is it to slay this Fourth Rank Middle Grade serpent to retrieve its Essence Soul Pill? Or do they have other motives?"

Xu Ping leaned more toward the latter.

"Interesting.... Let’s see what they intend to do."

Xu Ping suppressed his temperament, concealed in the shadows at the battlefield’s edge, while his Divine Sense, like an invisible net, captured every subtle change inside.

Perhaps.... this time he could be the fisherman gaining the profit.

The battle in the field was reaching its climax.

Though the serpent was fierce, under the array’s suppression and the fierce attacks of two equal-level cultivators, it was ultimately outmatched.

Its body was covered in wounds, the deep blue serpent blood dyed the lake water red, its aura rapidly declining.

"Heavenly Wind Finger, suppress!"

True Monarch Fengyun seized the opportunity, roaring fiercely, pointing out with a devastating force.

The finger wind grew against the backdrop, transforming into a gigantic finger entwined with the power of wind and thunder, carrying a majestic force to suppress everything, targeting the serpent’s critical seven-inch spot.

The other Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator simultaneously exerted power, wielding a flaming Flying Sword, turning into a crimson long rainbow, piercing the serpent’s single eye.

"Roar!"

The serpent let out a final unwilling wail, its scale armor at the seven-inch spot exploded violently, its single eye pierced through by sword light.

The massive serpent body convulsed a few times before crashing down on the lake surface, splashing water into the sky, its life quickly dissipating.

"Phew....finally resolved!"