Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 1026 - 1022: Golden Blossom

In the early morning, ten thousand beams of golden light illuminated Wanjiang City.

The avatar of Leng Tieya, Sun Changyue, arrived at Chengde Building and casually went up to the second floor.

Chengde Building is located at the center of Wanjiang City, three stories high and twenty meters tall, like a giant bird ready to soar into the sky.

Fluttering wine flags shimmered in golden light in the high air, attracting the bustling crowd nearby.

Leng Tieya found the first floor too noisy, chaotic and bustling; the second floor was much quieter yet still lively.

The second floor charged for tea seats, keeping ordinary drinkers at bay.

With the fee for a tea seat, one can enjoy a good pot of wine, but they found it not worth it.

Leng Tieya sat by a table near the window, waited for the waiter to approach with a smile, and casually ordered a few signature dishes and two pots of wine.

As the delicious dishes filled with color, aroma, and taste arrived on the table, he drank wine while appreciating the scenery outside, a picture of leisure and ease.

He perked up his ears, sifting through various sounds and information around him.

There were family interests and disputes, grievances and vendettas, brotherly loyalty, and love and resentment between men and women.

Listening to these miscellaneous messages, his understanding of the demon realm was rapidly increasing.

The soul pearls of demon clan experts could be absorbed by him, thereby observing their memories and absorbing their experiences.

But for the demon clan, it’s not possible; there are only demon crystals with no way to absorb their memories.

So he could only use a clumsy method, collecting information bit by bit to increase his understanding of the demon clan.

Even if he wanted to perform the Heavenly Transmigration Technique again, he must choose carefully and with utmost caution.

And to make a good choice, one needs enough understanding of the demon realm.

"Did you hear? The Ghost Bone Flower actually appeared in our city!"

Suddenly, a discussion caught Leng Tieya’s attention, his ears turning Northwest.

It was four old men gathered together, each with youthful spirits despite their white hair, evidently successful in cultivation.

"Shush—!" One of the old men urgently hushed.

Another old man was indifferent: "What’s wrong with that? Can’t even mention it?"

"Don’t mention it!" An elderly voice lowered in volume: "Speaking this name will attract those evil demons!"

"Old Zhong, is it really that sinister?"

"Even more sinister than I say!... They manifest in countless forms, nobody knows where they’ll appear; it’s said they have a special sensation towards those three words, once mentioned, they can sense it."

"But I heard many guys mention it!"

"Ah... A sin, mentioning this name will surely bring the evil demons!"

"Old Zhong, what you’re saying is nonsense! That thing has already come to our city, who brought it? Apart from those evil demons, who else could get a hold of that thing?!"

"...Indeed." The elderly voice sighed: "Our Wanjiang City is in trouble, let’s leave quickly while there’s still time!"

"Leave? Where to?"

"Just leave here!" The elderly voice said solemnly: "Where those evil demons go, countless innocent people will die, ah—!"

"Dead is dead."

"Old Zhang, you’re old and fed up with life, but what about those young ones? Isn’t it a pity for them to just die?"

"Anyway, we all die sooner or later, nothing’s a pity, if we could take down those evil demons together before dying, that’d be the best."

"That’s impossible, not only can’t you kill the evil demons, but your death will instead strengthen them!"

"Unpleasant!"

"Let’s just leave. After finishing the meal, let’s go away and come back half a year or a year later!"

"Really leave?"

"Leave!"

"...Alright then."

Their table finally decided to leave this troublesome place quickly.

Leng Tieya frowned.

He tuned his ears again, listening to others, several tables were discussing it quietly.

Their discussion also involved leaving.

Leaving Wanjiang City quickly, avoiding the disciples of Ghost Bone Sect, feeling no fighting spirit.

Is the Ghost Bone Sect already so renowned?

This is fearfulness at hearing the wind, even from the normally reckless and fierce demon clan.

In his impression, the demon clan, even in desperate situations, would fight fearlessly and never back down.

Yet of the demon clan he saw now, not one spoke with spine, wanting to fight the disciples of Ghost Bone Sect.

Are the disciples of Ghost Bone Sect truly so terrifying?

Is this the result of years of accumulated prestige?

He nonchalantly drank wine while listening to various discussions, his heart harboring intense killing intent.

The demon clan and humans are also enemies; he wishes for the demon clan to perish as many as possible.

The Ghost Bone Sect harms both demon and human clans; according to the logic of ’the enemy of my enemy is my friend’, he should let the Ghost Bone Sect grow stronger.

But he has no such thoughts, unable to resist wanting to eliminate them.

The Ghost Bone Sect destroys demon nature and human nature alike.

Such harm left unchecked is disrespectful to the way of heaven.

The desire to destroy the Ghost Bone Sect transcends race, paying respect to the path of justice and kindness.

After drinking, he went downstairs, not rushing to return but wandering through the city’s bustling streets, glancing at various stalls and shops on either side, occasionally stepping into teahouses or places of amusement.

He looked just like a bumpkin who had arrived in the big city, came into a large sum of money, and now was aimlessly drifting through life without any ambition.

Halfway through his stroll, he realized he was being followed by two disciples of the Ghost Bone Sect.

Leng Tieya smiled.

They finally found him!

He had intentionally let the scent of the Ghost Bone Flower cling to him.

The Ghost Bone Sect disciples were extremely sensitive to this scent, making him appear to them like a lamp in the night, visible even from a great distance.

Having sensed him, the Ghost Bone Sect disciples tracked him down.

Leng Tieya deliberately did not completely suppress the scent, allowing it to continue spreading.

An hour later, he turned and left the city.

Upon reaching the mountain peak outside the city, he completely suppressed the Ghost Bone Flower’s scent.

Four young men were quickly on their way, suddenly stopping with furrowed brows.

All of them were lean, seemingly lacking in vital energy, their cultivation levels mediocre.

Such ordinary-looking youths would not attract attention on the streets of Wanjiang City.

In the eyes of the Demon Clan, there are many such useless offspring; not every member of the Demon Clan is a brave and diligent cultivator; there will always be failures.

The four youths accelerated, stopping at the place where they had previously sensed him.

However, Leng Tieya had already appeared three miles away, observing them insightfully.

The four youths gathered atop the mountain, exchanged glances, then scanned their surroundings.

Sensing nothing, they realized they had lost the trail.

"West Second Altar Feng Chang."

"East Third Altar Zhao Xifeng."

"West Second Altar Zheng Lingzhi."

"East Third Altar Zhao Xiyang."

They exchanged fist salutes, their expressions solemn.

"That guy got away; do any of you have a tracking method?"

"...I have a Red Emperor Bee that can track him!" The youth named Feng Chang spoke slowly first.

He took a small porcelain jar from his bosom.

The jar, about the size of a thumb, had several ventilation holes, differing from a porcelain bottle.

On the white porcelain base was a thick, vivid red flower pattern.

He carefully opened the jar, from which a red bee flew out lightly.

The bee, the size of a pinky fingernail, hovered three circles a meter above his head before flying into the distance.

His spirits lifted: "Found it!"

The other three youths also perked up; the Red Emperor Bee was renowned, and they hadn’t expected Feng Chang to have one.

The Red Emperor Bee has an astonishing sense for the Ghost Bone Flower, detecting it from even a hundred miles away.

Raising one, however, required immense effort and patience.

They prided themselves but lacked the patience and effort needed to raise a Red Emperor Bee.

They employed their movement technique, closely following the Red Emperor Bee, ready to strike at any moment.

The Red Emperor Bee flew over a mile, stopping by a broad river at the foot of a mountain, then circling along the riverbank.

Such broad rivers abound outside Wanjiang City.

The rivers surged, and the Red Emperor Bee hovered above the water.

The four youths were instantly disappointed.

"It can even escape the Red Emperor Bee?" Feng Chang frowned.

"Did he throw the Ghost Bone Flower into the river?"

"Huh? Look, what’s that?!" One youth suddenly pointed to the river’s center.

The other three looked over, their expressions changing dramatically.

A large Ghost Bone Flower was emerging slowly in the middle of the river—a golden Ghost Bone Flower, the size of a face.

A golden Ghost Bone Flower in full bloom.

The morning sun shone brightly, yet even this radiant sunlight seemed to pale before the flower’s brilliant golden light.

"Golden Flower!"

They displayed ecstatic expressions, their eyes gleaming intensely.

Their bodies suddenly exuded a vigorous yang energy, majestic blood energy.

Simultaneously, their faces changed from euphoria to tension, eyes fixed on the golden Ghost Bone Flower, while their peripheral vision swept over their three companions.

Leng Tieya stood atop the neighboring mountain peak, beside him stood Chu Liezhao.

Chu Liezhao wore a cold smile.

He had arrived directly through a Light Gate from the underground Scripture Hall.