Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 817 - 370: Defeating the Hehuan Demon Lord; Settling Down
At the peak of the main mountain, Spiritual Qi surged.
Xu Ping stood side by side with the massive silhouette of the Water Lake Rat, forming an intimidating pressure not at all inferior to that of the visitor.
In the void above, a figure floated in mid-air.
The visitor appeared to be a young man of no more than twenty years of age.
He wore a moon-white brocade robe flowing like clouds, with a jade belt around his waist. His face was as flawless as jade, exuding an approachable aura instead of any hint of wickedness.
If it weren’t for the terrifying pressure engulfing the entire island emanating from him, anyone would think him a handsome, ethereal disciple of the immortal sects.
"Fellow Daoist, your divine techniques and spirit pet are impressive."
The old demon of Wan Huan cast his eyes over Xu Ping, noting the intense demonic aura around him, a trace of seriousness flickering deep in his eyes.
His gaze then fell upon the Water Lake Rat, feeling the overwhelming dragon aura from it, and his peach blossom eyes revealed a deep wariness.
This rat’s bloodline was extraordinary, far from an ordinary Fourth Rank Middle Grade.
This person subdued such a spirit pet and slaughtered many great demons; his methods must be deeper than expected.
Suppressing his feelings, he smiled warmly, "I am Liu Wuya from Wan Huan Island. Greetings, Fellow Daoist Xu. Apologies for the unannounced visit, I hope you can forgive the intrusion."
"Fellow Daoist Liu, you are too kind."
Xu Ping returned the gesture courteously, his voice calm and emotionless, "May I ask what brings you to my Blood Bone Island?"
Liu Wuya’s smile remained unchanged as he got straight to the point, "To be honest, I am here seeking someone."
"Blood Bone once promised to present me with a special Golden Core Realm female cultivator to assist me in contemplating the Dao."
"Now that Blood Bone Island has changed proprietors, I assume this woman is in your hands."
"She is quite significant to my cultivation, and I hope, Fellow Daoist, you can part with her. I am willing to offer precious treasures in return and will make sure you don’t suffer a loss." Liu Wuya spoke earnestly.
"A special Golden Core female cultivator?" Xu Ping’s brow furrowed imperceptibly, clarity dawning in his mind.
This female cultivator must be Duan Shuang.
Possessing a Pure Yin Body, Late-Stage Golden Core, with her Primordial Yin still intact.
Such a furnace is undoubtedly an excellent "medicine" for the old demon of pleasure who practices evil arts of harvesting and supplementation.
No wonder Blood Bone Master used her as a bargaining chip.
Below, Duan Shuang’s delicate body trembled violently, her face turning as pale as paper.
Though she had been forewarned, hearing this demon speak of her as a mere commodity sent chills and fear straight to her core, almost suffocating her.
After a moment, Xu Ping spoke slowly, his voice still calm but carrying an undeniable firmness:
"Fellow Daoist Liu, I’m truly sorry, but this woman is an old acquaintance of Xu Mou’s, not merchandise. I hope you can let it be."
Old acquaintance?!
Liu Wuya’s cheerful smile froze slightly, his gentle eyes quickly replaced by an ominous glint.
Yet he still smiled, "You must be joking, Fellow Daoist. A mere Golden Core female cultivator is nothing but an ant in the eyes of a Nascent Soul Cultivator like me. How could she be an acquaintance?"
"If you have any conditions regarding Pills, Magical Treasures, Cultivation Techniques... feel free to ask, and I will do my utmost to satisfy them."
"No need to say more."
Xu Ping shook his head, his tone firm and unwavering, "I will not hand her over."
Upon hearing this, Liu Wuya’s face turned completely dark.
A terrifying demonic aura surged from him like an uncontrollable storm, invoking the deepest primal desires in one’s heart.
"Fellow Daoist, are you determined to oppose me?"
Liu Wuya articulated each word, his eyes cold and cruel.
In an instant, Xu Ping’s gaze turned as cold as eternal Profound Ice.
Though not a righteous man, he harbored a murderous intent toward this demon who saw human life as worthless, using evil techniques to advance his own gains.
If not for his wariness of the opponent’s profound cultivation and strange Demon Skills, making it difficult to kill him in one strike, he would have already drawn his sword.
"Blood Bone Island is now Xu Mou’s domain, and the people on the island under my protection. If you have no other business, please leave!"
Xu Ping’s voice was cold and harsh, his words a clear expulsion.
Water Lake Rat bared its fangs, its overpowering dragon aura locking onto Liu Wuya, as if about to unleash a thunderous strike.
"Good, good... such a protector!"
Liu Wuya chuckled in anger, "If that’s the case, let me test your divine techniques!"
Before his voice faded, Liu Wuya launched a fierce attack.
He needed no incantations; he simply waved his sleeve towards Xu Ping casually.
"Worlds Upside Down, Maidens Enchant the Heavens!"
Buzz!
The entire space suddenly twisted and rippled.
Countless ethereal maidens, draped in light veils, graceful and stunning yet with empty, bewildered eyes, materialized from thin air.
Some smiled softly, some wept in sorrow, some danced alluringly... enticing murmurs filled the mind, breeding endless desires.
If it were an ordinary Early-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, even one with tremendous battle prowess, they might easily fall prey to this.
But Xu Ping, who had even overcome the terrifying Heart Demon Tribulation, would not fear his divine techniques.
"Break!"
A flash of azure light glinted in Xu Ping’s eyes, and his Divine Sense turned into a blade, instantly slicing through the illusion, restoring clarity.
"This man’s Divine Sense is strong!"
Seeing Xu Ping so easily dispel his divine technique illusion, Liu Wuya’s expression shifted slightly.
This man’s Divine Sense had definitely reached the peak of Mid-Stage Nascent Soul.
An Early-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator possessing Divine Sense not inferior to his own—what kind of monster was this?
"Fellow Daoist Liu, now try my divine techniques!" Xu Ping brought his fingers together like a sword, gesturing in mid-air.
Seventy-three magic swords appeared out of thin air, then the sword light multiplied, linking to form a vast sword array that enveloped the heavens and the earth.
"Slash!"
Xu Ping’s sword technique changed, and his tongue emitted the sound of spring thunder.
At the core of the sword array, seventy-three sword lights converged in an instant, transforming into a colossal, grey, life-devouring sword wheel.
