Demon Cultivator with Celestial Book-Chapter 91 - 74: All Cultivators Revere the Law of the [Five Elements], and the World Is No Exception
With the Immortal Dao’s Thunder Core established on high, no Blood Evil Yin Demon can emerge!
’Tsk. So this is the strict order imposed by the world’s most prominent power?’
Jiang Yi once again felt the immense, boundless might of the Immortal Dao.
Simply because the Thunder Core towered over all, the Ancient Demon Cultivators had no path forward.
Such a Great Divine Technique was tantamount to replacing the Celestial Lord and setting the rules of existence.
No wonder, according to Xuan Chanzi, everyone in the Immortal Dao was arrogant and overbearing, looking down on other Daoist Lineages as if they were worthless.
Looking at it now, this arrogance was not without reason.
’On the Yanfu Vast Land, the masters of the Immortal Dao are the only true masters.’
Jiang Yi sighed to himself. ’Did I end up in the wrong place?’
’How did I end up on the Nanzhan Continent of all places!’
"Ah Yi, take a close look at his Cultivation. It’s a complete hodgepodge."
Yang Xun, in a rare burst of enthusiasm, decided to use Zheng Qing as a case study to instruct Jiang Yi. After all, Jiang Yi’s Dao Wisdom was so profound that there were few other Secrets of the Technique he could teach him.
"This wretch broke through to the Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer using the Hundred Insects Blood Refining Skill. His blood and Essence are filled with a potent poison. Just a few drops could pollute an entire river and kill every fish and shrimp. It’s an undeniably vicious technique."
"Now look at his body—his muscles, bones, and skin. They’re abnormally tough, incredibly sturdy. Not even five stallions at a full gallop could tear him apart.
He must have used a Secret Technique from the Ghost King Sect’s Evil Land Corpse Nourishing Technique. To be fair, in terms of raw combat prowess, he’s already on par with the Inner Peak Disciples of a proper Dharma Lineage."
Jiang Yi nodded slightly.
Even among Cultivators of the same Realm, there were differences in strength.
The difference came down to the Cultivation Technique one practiced, the Magical Artifacts one wielded, and the Daoist Skills one had mastered.
’If he came at me with the Five Yin Pouch, Blood Soul Mirror, and Black Slaughter Lock while I was empty-handed, he could probably kill more than ten of me.’
By the same token, the current Jiang Yi, who had received the Cat Master’s Dao Inheritance and mastered the principle of "Mixed Refining Origin, Commander of Ten Thousand Truths," was naturally far superior to the version of himself who only practiced the Little Refining Yuan Fire Control Technique.
Although Zheng Qing was only at the Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer, his muscles were strong, his bones sturdy, and his physique extraordinary. His skin had a faint, blackish-blue hue, like a zombie raised in a land of great evil.
Ordinary blades could hardly harm him; even a ten-thousand-jin hammer probably couldn’t smash him to a pulp.
Adding to that his poisonous blood, which he could use to ambush his opponents, and his ability to burn his own Primordial Essence and lifespan for a temporary boost in Power... As Jiang Yi considered it, he couldn’t help but inwardly admit, ’This wretch’s combat strength is genuinely impressive.’
"However, it’s all useless."
Seeing that Jiang Yi had figured out the key, Yang Xun finally spoke, his tone resolute:
"Completely useless! From the moment he was tainted by Blood Evil and drew close to the Yin Demon, he was doomed. Even if he cultivates all the way to the Qi Cultivation Twelfth Layer, he’ll still be a cut below other Magic Lineage Cultivators!
Ah Yi, you should try it yourself. Take a blade, use the Flame Blade Skill, and suppress your Cultivation. Just use twenty percent of your power."
Jiang Yi did as he was told. He got a Steel Blade from He the Venerable, then ran two fingers along its edge. Fire True Essence coiled around the blade, pulsing with scorching heat.
He strode forward without any fancy moves, bringing the blade down in a straight chop as if splitting firewood!
"Motherfucker..."
Zheng Qing hastily circulated his True Qi to protect himself, but it was like paper meeting fire. With a sickening sound, his right leg was severed!
The scorching Ding Fire instantly cauterized the wound, not even a drop of blood splashing out.
"AAAAH! You little bastard! If you’ve got any guts, give me a quick death! After eighteen years, I’ll be back as a hero! I’ll still cultivate the Demon Dao, I’ll slaughter your entire family, I’ll rape your..."
Jiang Yi ignored the vulgar curses, focusing instead on the feeling of that last slash.
Zheng Qing’s True Qi had met the Ding Flame Blade and melted away instantly, like the last patches of snow under a blazing sun. It had offered no resistance at all.
’And that was only with twenty percent of my power, not my full strength!’
’It was like an army that hadn’t been paid, surrendering at the first sign of battle... Is Blood Evil Qi really so useless against Ding Fire?’
Jiang Yi frowned in thought. Feeling his understanding was still too shallow, he raised the blade again to test his theory.
This serious, analytical attitude sent a chill down the spine of Zheng Qing, who had always considered himself fearless.
"You... you Demon! You little devil! I’ll write down the Cultivation Technique for you, just spare me! Young master, I know I was wrong, please, spare me..."
The Flame Blade flashed again, and his other thick thigh was severed at the hip!
’So it really is true. The Blood Evil Qi is all bark and no bite. Zheng Qing’s Cultivation looks profound, but it’s actually hollow.’
Confused, Jiang Yi looked toward his Grandpa, Yang Xun. It was all cultivation, so why was there such a huge gap?
’Is it because of the hierarchy between Daoist Lineages again?’
’But Blood Evil and Ding Fire both belong to the Demon Dao.’
’And Ding Fire is a yin attribute; only Bing Fire is Pure Yang.’
"I can’t explain the specific reason clearly myself. I only know it involves many secrets and old tales from ancient times.
In short, on the Yanfu Vast Land, everyone currently reveres the Five Elements. This is the foundation for All Cultivators. No Technique can transcend it!"
At this point, Yang Xun’s explanation grew vague, as Elder Sui hadn’t given him any more specific details.
However, he thought for a moment and added:
"There are many rumors about this. The most widespread one claims that a certain Great Power from the Immortal Dao defeated several True Monarchs of the Demon Dao in ancient times. This caused all Spiritual Energy associated with the Blood Evil Yin Demon to degenerate into ’Lower Grade Mixed Qi’.
In turn, the Five Elements were elevated to a supreme position, which led to the situation we have today."
Hearing this, Jiang Yi couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath.
’It’s truly impossible for a Lower Cultivator to fathom the methods of an Upper Cultivator.’
’The contests between those True Monarchs and Great Powers at the very peak of cultivation can have repercussions for All Cultivators across the Five Domains?’
"So, Dharma Lineages like the Heshan Sect, the Cyan Demon Sect, and the Ghost King Sect all ceased to exist... just because they cultivated Blood Evil and associated with the Yin Demon?
But the Five Elements were elevated ten thousand years ago. There might be more to the story..."
Jiang Yi was filled with emotion. ’This is what it means for a single grain of sand on the path of cultivation to become a great mountain on the shoulders of countless Dharma Lineages!’
Having understood this, he felt even more fortunate to be a disciple of True Master Xuanmiao and to have received a Perfect Dao Inheritance.
’Even if it means shouldering immense karmic debt, it’s still better than walking a crooked path full of pitfalls.’
He glanced back at Zheng Qing. Even at death’s door, the man still didn’t understand, believing he’d had a fortuitous encounter.
He wanted to be like a character from a story, deluding himself into imitating the ways of the Ancient Demon Cultivators, who treated people like livestock.
"Since I’ve already joined the Demon Dao, why pretend to be something I’m not! I eat the Spirit and Body of humans and drink fine wine brewed from a hundred infants! You think those Upper Cultivators from the great Branch Sects and Grand Sects don’t do the same?!"
With both legs severed, Zheng Qing’s Cultivation Furnace was damaged, and his life force began to wane.
Fortunately, his Primordial Essence was so robust that it kept him from dying, but just barely.
"Even as a ghost, I won’t..."
His eyes bulged, full of vicious light, as he stared death at Jiang Yi.
"As if I’d let you become a ghost."
Jiang Yi sneered and summoned the Five Yin Pouch, which Grandpa Yang Xun had fully refined for him, allowing him to wield and transform it at will.
"Get in there. Have a taste of being chewed up and ground to dust."
The mouth of the pouch opened, and Zheng Qing was sucked inside. His fine body, as heavy as refined iron and tougher than tempered steel, was ground bit by bit into nothing, producing a sound that set one’s teeth on edge.
A dark light swirled around the Five Yin Pouch, which now seemed a few shades deeper, as if sated from a full meal.
Next, Yang Xun had Jiang Yi open the Five Yin Pouch. He then took out the Black Slaughter Lock, captured the wisp of Soul Spirit that remained, and refined it into the shape of a Yin Horse.
"Since he enjoyed treating people like livestock to be eaten, let him serve as a beast of burden!"
"An excellent idea, Grandpa!"
A smile appeared on Jiang Yi’s face, but then his brow suddenly furrowed.
’Wait a minute. Based on their names and effects, the Five Yin Pouch, Blood Soul Mirror, and Black Slaughter Lock all seem to be of the Blood Evil variety.’
Yang Xun gave two dry coughs and said sheepishly:
"I forgot to mention. It’s always best for Magical Artifacts to be refined from the Essence of the Five Elements. The main advantage of these items... is that they’re cheap and easy to come by.
When I have a bit more money, I’ll help you replace them, Ah Yi."
