Martial Cultivator

The middle-aged daoist walked through the ruins, holding an umbrella, in complete silence.

There was constantly a sheet of blank paper beside him, with crimson marks that kept appearing. These marks were left by him, helping him keep track of where he had been so that he would not get lost when he turned back.

But in reality, a big shot like him would never worry about getting lost.

He used these methods simply because he did not want to revisit places he had already been.

However, this ruin was vast, and he had no idea when he would find what he was looking for. To this day, he had not found it.

Until now, he still did not find what he was looking for.

Aside from those words, there had been no other gains.

This time, he had left the Infatuation Daoist Temple under the pretext of closed-seclusion. But, he was well aware that he could not hide it from his senior brother for too long. Therefore, it was better to return early, if possible.

However, he quickly encountered some trouble.

He disappeared from the open field and arrived in a mountainous area. There was a stretch of hills between the mountains, and between the hills, there was actually a massive demon.

It was a ferocious-looking demon that resembled a small hill. Its entire body was covered in scales that shimmered with iridescent colors.

As for its head, it looked relatively normal, akin to an ordinary water buffalo.

Perhaps it was just a water buffalo, albeit one from ancient times.

The middle-aged daoist stood before this demon, inspecting it for signs of life. However, he could not sense any vitality, which left him somewhat disappointed. If this water buffalo before him had still been alive, it might have brought him something even better.

A demon that had lived for so many years was unlikely to be weak.

However, facing a daoist great sage like him held little significance.

The middle-aged daoist seriously pondered the books that documented various demon species and thought about all the demons that resembled the demon in front of him. He could not find any connection between the demon in front of him and any known demon species.

This should be an ancient variant species. But after so many years, it had long since ceased to exist.

This was a ridiculous thing.

But it was not necessarily ridiculous.

From ancient times to the present, countless things have been changing. Some demons were born, while others disappeared. It was a very normal thing.

The middle-aged daoist fell into silence for a long time. In the end, he decided to reach out and take a piece of the scales from the demon's massive body to see if it had any use.

However, the moment his fingers touched the demon's enormous body, that demon's body which was akin to a small hill started shaking at this moment.

The middle-aged daoist's expression changed slightly. He flew away, eventually landing at a distance from the demon.

He looked at the demon silently, his expression still very indifferent.

He sensed the demon's life force, but he was not afraid.

It made sense.

After all, of all the cultivators in the world, there were probably few who could reach his cultivation realm. What would a great sage of Daoism have to fear?

So, he kept waiting, waiting for the moment when the demon's eyes snapped open.

Those eyes seemed somewhat confused.

The middle-aged daoist said calmly, "Countless years have passed, seas change into mulberry fields and mulberry fields into seas. I presume you have no idea what has happened. But who left this spell behind, to actually make you slumber for so many years."

The demon understood his words but did not grasp their meaning.

The middle-aged daoist did not waste his breath and simply said, "Either sleep forever or leave with me."

The middle-aged daoist released some of his aura. Although he could not exert his full power here, leaking a bit of his aura was enough to make the demon aware of his terror.

Sensing this terrifying aura, the demon recognized the terror of the human in front of it and quickly prostrated itself.

It had slept for many years and had already forgotten many things. But this kind of fear was etched deep into its soul, and it was difficult to forget.

Powerful humans were often the most terrifying existence in many circumstances.

Demons were ruthless, feeding on living creatures. But powerful humans were even more ruthless than demons.

It let out a cry rather meekly.

"Moo!"

The middle-aged daoist chuckled softly, "Turns out that you're an ox."

"Become smaller."

The demon gradually shrunk, hiding its scales until it transformed into a black ox.

The middle-aged daoist sat on it. Looking into the distance, he said, "Take me to where I need to go."

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The two stood by the lake, exchanging no words as they started fighting.

Yun Jianyue who had already recovered some cultivation produced a faint purple arc at his fingertips, his expression indifferent. He decided to initiate the battle with a lightning spell. Among the myriad daoist techniques of the Daoism, lightning spells were one of the most commonly cultivated. Although it was widespread, it possessed a potent killing power. Some existences who cultivated lightning spells to a profound level could even rival the killing power of sword cultivators.

As one of the most outstanding young talents of the Infatuation Daoist Temple, Yun Jianyue had naturally cultivated lightning spells for many years.

Examining the arcs of electricity at his fingertips, although not as powerful as before when he fought against Song Changxi, it still hinted at a more dreadful power within.

Song Changxi's strength came from his cultivation realm, but Yun Jianyue's terror lay in his comprehension of lightning spells.

Although both were considered geniuses of the younger generation, there was a considerable gap between them.

Looking at the storm clouds gathering in the sky, Chen Chao said rather irritatedly, "Why is it always the same thing?"

Yun Jianyue did not speak, he simply waved his hand, causing arcs of electricity to overflow from his fingertips. Suddenly, a purple bolt of lightning descended from the clouds, causing the surface of the lake to explode!

Chen Chao started sprinting at the same time the purple lightning fell down. Thus, a great battle began!

Back then, Song Changxi had fought against Chen Chao by the lakeside. In the end, he failed to defeat him. However, the situation was different now. Yun Jianyue began with purple lightning, but this was just the beginning. After the initial bolt of purple lightning, his fingers danced with purple lightning. These arcs of electricity continuously spread out, and he swung his hand with force, causing countless purple lightning bolts to explode with loud bangs!

From afar, Yun Jianyue was brilliantly illuminated by the lightning, resembling moonlight in the clouds.

The purple lightning poured out in front of him, covering the entire ground. Furthermore, it continued heading towards the distance, permeating the entire lakeside.

This display of power alone proved that Yun Jianyue was much stronger than Song Changxi.

Covering the ground in front of him with electricity, no one could approach him. Since they could not get close to him, how could they defeat him?

Chen Chao was not a cultivator, he was just a martial artist.

Martial artists did not have other means.

This was indeed a tricky problem. As Chen Chao watched the approaching lightning, he fell into silence for a moment.

While Yun Jianyue did not want to kill him, his initial move displayed the talent of a true daoist genius, which caught Chen Chao off guard. But if he thought that this would make Chen Chao give up, he was underestimating this martial artist.

Countless purple lightning bolts crawled over the ground, and the qi within Chen Chao's body surged. In an instant, it flowed through his meridians into his arm. After that, his entire army actually swelled up visible to the naked eye!

Veins bulged beneath his skin, resembling wriggling snakes.

Chen Chao exhaled a turbid breath.

Then, just as the lightning approached him, Chen Chao's fist struck out almost simultaneously.

The qi he had been accumulating surged forth at this moment, blossoming from his fist, and countless strands of qi instantly burst forth!

Although Chen Chao could no longer be said to be a Bitter Sea Realm martial artist at this moment, it was obvious that the one opposite him was also not a cultivator of the Bitter Sea Realm.

Since that was the case, why was there no chance for victory?

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The berserk qi clashed with the lightning, and several thunderous sounds erupted as if spring thunder echoing between heaven and earth!

The lightning that should have originally covered the entire lakeside was forced to disperse to both sides, leaving a one-person-wide gap in the middle.

Some of the lightning fell into the water, instantly creating countless splashes!

Chen Chao sprinted over through that sole path!

Yun Jianyue watched this scene with a hint of amusement in his eyes.