Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 624 - 305: True Monarch Chixiao

Xu Ping chose this person as his target, clear-headed and rational in his motives.

On one hand, the bounty of fifty thousand Contribution Points was truly enticing.

On the other hand, although Dong Xiangwen was a cultivator at Golden Core Perfection, his foundation was damaged, his life span nearing its limit, and losing him wouldn’t be particularly significant to the Red Gauze Sect.

In the eyes of those super-sects with three Nascent Soul True Monarchs presiding, an elder at Golden Core Perfection, whose path forward was cut off and life nearing its end, was even less valuable than a disciple in the early or middle stages of the Golden Core with limitless potential.

Xu Ping judged that the Nascent Soul True Monarchs of the Red Gauze Sect wouldn’t go to great lengths for such a cultivator.

Thus, he could kill several more elders of the Red Gauze Sect.

By the time the Red Sand Sect reacted, he should have acquired a significant amount of Contribution Points.

...

Two months later.

At the southwestern border of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, a bustling market town stood amidst mountains and waters.

Qingshui Market was one of the many markets in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, where merchants and cultivators were constantly coming and going.

On usual days, the market was busy, lively, with Spiritual Qi mingling and people bustling.

However, today, a series of screams and roars broke the harmonious clamor of Qingshui Market.

"Ah—!"

"Spare me!"

"I beg you—"

The desperate cries for mercy rang out continuously, interspersed with the roar of Spiritual Power explosions and the loud crash of collapsing buildings.

In the central square of the market, bodies were strewn across the ground, rivers of blood flowing, the corpses of dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators and innocent mortals scattered everywhere, creating a gruesome scene.

Within the market, a cultivator at the Middle Stage of the Golden Core, dressed in a blue robe, stood pale-faced, sweat bead on his forehead, standing firm at the core of the Array in the center of the square.

Outside the Array, an ordinary-looking, withered old man waved his hands, sending out fierce Spiritual Qi attacks, each strike causing the protective Array to tremble violently, its light dimming.

"Old Monster Dong, how dare you slaughter Qingshui Market!"

"Aren’t you afraid of inciting the wrath of a Nascent Soul True Monarch?" The Middle Stage Golden Core cultivator relied on the Array’s power, glaring furiously, yet unable to conceal the fear in his eyes.

"Hahaha!"

The withered old man, known as Old Monster Dong, laughed heartily, a hint of pathological excitement and ferocity flashing in his eyes, "So what if I slaughter your Qingshui Market?"

As his life span grew closer to its limit, he had become increasingly fascinated with the sensation of watching vibrant life slip away from his hands.

It was as if only in the terror and death of others could he momentarily forget the annihilation fate he was about to face.

With that, Dong Xiangwen made a sign with both hands, sending out blood-red runes from his fingertips, which coiled around the protective Array like venomous snakes.

The runes flickered with an eerie light, starting to erode the foundation of the Array.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, cracks appeared on the protective Array, resembling glass hit by a heavy hammer, teetering on the brink of destruction.

"It’s over..."

The Golden Core cultivator defending the Array looked ashen, a glimmer of despair flashing in his eyes.

"Courting death!"

At this critical moment, a figure shot across the sky like a meteor, arriving in an instant.

Dong Xiangwen turned abruptly, seeing a young cultivator in a blue robe standing in mid-air.

This person looked down on him from above, eyes as tranquil and unattainable as a millennia-old well, betraying no emotion.

"Who are you?"

Dong Xiangwen furrowed his brows, feeling the powerful and strange presence from the newcomer, becoming vigilant.

"Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, Yan Ruchen!"

Xu Ping calmly announced his name.

"It’s you!"

Upon hearing this, shock and fear flashed in Dong Xiangwen’s eyes.

Having heard of the reputed name of the one who withstood two of True Monarch Wan Chun’s attacks unscathed.

However, after a brief moment of panic, he quickly forced himself to calm down, a ferocious look appearing on his face:

"Today I, the old man, will see if you are truly as formidable as the rumors claim!"

Before his words fell, Dong Xiangwen had already taken action.

With a swift conjuring of Magic Techniques, dozens of blood-colored Sword Qi cut through the sky like roaring Flood Dragons, overwhelming power rolling towards Xu Ping like a dense curtain of rain.

Xu Ping remained still, instantly forming an armor of blood Qi around him.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The Sword Qi clashed against Xu Ping, producing a series of metallic sounds.

However, the seemingly boundless Sword Qi failed to leave a single mark on Xu Ping, as if crashing into an indestructible mountain.

"This defense..." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Upon seeing this, Dong Xiangwen’s expression changed slightly.

No wonder he was known for withstanding the attacks of a Nascent Soul True Monarch; his reputation was indeed well-deserved.

"Too weak."

Xu Ping’s eyes suddenly gleamed sharply, like two flashes of cold light.

In an instant, his figure vanished from his place, his speed so fast it left no time to react.

The next moment, he appeared before Dong Xiangwen, his right fist crashing down like a meteor.

An infinite force of blood energy, with destructive might, swept towards Dong Xiangwen.

Feeling the power within, Dong Xiangwen’s face changed dramatically, hurriedly raising a blood-colored spiritual shield.

But under the infinite force of blood energy, the shield shattered like paper.

"Boom!"

A loud crash echoed in the market skies. Dong Xiangwen was sent flying like a kite with a broken string by the powerful impact, crashing heavily against the market’s protective wall.

The massive impact caused cracks to appear on the city wall, while Dong Xiangwen spewed blood, staining a vast section of the wall.

"This... how is this possible!"

Dong Xiangwen’s face was full of disbelief, his eyes wide open, staring fixedly at Xu Ping.