Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 283 - 147: Though a Single Sword Turns All to Ash, I Am Still Not Strong Enough (10,000 Words Delivered!)

"The 'Tongue's Desire' has completely digested the demonized demon cultivator."

["The Life of a Demonized Demon Cultivator"]

Fan Wubing didn't hesitate and directly immersed himself in the experience, starting to comprehend it.

A few breaths later, he awoke quietly, his expression slightly heavy.

Because this demon cultivator's spirit was already shattered beyond repair, a detailed and complete life couldn't be obtained, there were only some fragmented pieces. But within these fragments, there were some key contents.

If there were no surprises, that demon cultivator was from the Demon Martial Hall.

Just like the other demon cultivators he had seen earlier on the flying ship to the Changsheng Continent, he practiced demonic arts that allowed one to integrate demon beasts into their own bodies. When these demonic arts were active, a demon head would grow on the shoulder, possessing the various abilities of the demon beast: a powerful physique, regenerative abilities, power far surpassing that of the same realm, and various specialized abilities of demon beasts.

But the price is... two souls sharing one body.

At the beginning, the demon cultivator's soul could suppress the demon beast's soul. But as the level of integration increased, the difference between the two souls would gradually diminish until they became completely equivalent. At this point, the two souls would fight for control of the body, making it extremely prone to losing control.

This demon cultivator ended up with his soul and the demon beast's soul mutually slaughtering each other, ultimately being left in a state of mutual destruction, shattered and with only a bloodthirsty instinct left. And since the demon beast's body was naturally stronger, once the souls lost control, the demon beast's body gradually consumed the human body, forming this deformed life of a 'demonized demon cultivator.'

"The demonic arts of the Demon Martial Hall do great harm to people..."

In the end, this thing is almost impossible to have a good ending. Forcefully integrating demon beasts into one's body can indeed bring strong power in a short time, but the cost is extremely harsh.

Yet Fan Wubing had to admit that this is exactly what demon cultivation itself is—trading extreme sacrifices for high rewards.

Normal people wouldn't cultivate demonic arts. Only those who are greedy for shortcuts would choose this path, and even without demonic arts, such people would surely not be good individuals, naturally inviting disdain.

Though there might be some who are forced into practicing demonic arts, they are indeed the minority.

Fan Wubing didn't count himself among these two categories. His goal was clear, he wanted to restore himself smoothly. He needed both recovery and comfort.

The last glimmer of dusk vanished into the distance, and the night completely enveloped Queyu Mountain.

It seemed as if a massive shadow suddenly covered every place within the mountain.

The swaying trees looked like ghostly shadows, the deep valleys resembled the jaws of fierce beasts, and the already scarce vitality of nature disappeared without a trace, causing all kinds of energies to stagnate and cease flowing. The oppressive twilight made everything here feel like decaying individuals nearing their end.

Although Queyu Mountain during the day was already somewhat uncomfortable, it was nothing compared to this.

The unsettling and fearful atmosphere, coupled with the cold biting sensation felt within the body, pressed upon one's heart.

Even the spirit within the Purple Mansion couldn't help but tremble.

But these didn't pose a problem; the "Great Oblivion Heart-Burning Technique" could easily dispel them.

What was peculiar was that Fan Wubing had a particularly complex feeling. This feeling made his will involuntarily become pessimistic and negative, dragging his entire spirit and energy into a kind of stagnation, rendering him unable to summon any vigor, and at the same time, feeling especially weak.

This was probably what is called "sickness."

The deeply infected Queyu Mountain, wishing to have every creature that came here lose their radiant spirit and become filthy and degraded. It was like having smooth, white skin covered in pustules, sores.

Yes,

filth.

Fan Wubing felt that this place was so dirty, just standing still felt like sores were already starting to grow on his body.

The ten austere years on Enlightenment Peak, fearing sickness, led him to be extremely hygienic, keeping everything he wore, used, and lived in meticulously clean. At that time, he couldn't stand even a speck of dirt, almost to the point of obsession, even forcing his senior sister to maintain absolute cleanliness every day.

Later, as he began cultivation, his mental pressures eased, slightly improving his condition, but he still remained someone who valued cleanliness highly.

Thus, the night at Queyu Mountain was utterly unbearable for him. Not even physical blows felt this uncomfortable.

Feeling his peculiarity, Queyu Mountain God said reluctantly, "I usually find a place to crouch during the night and avoid wandering outside. Special Envoy, perhaps it's best to reconsider."

Fan Wubing simply held his breath. He didn't even want to breathe the air of Queyu Mountain at night.

The "Great Oblivion Heart-Burning Technique" could keep him calm, but this feeling of "filth and squalor" was not about emotional perception, but rather about spirit, personal will, and even various thoughts and values.

It's as if, once contaminated with a speck of filth, one's entire thoughts become dirty.

"Rain Dragon Heavenly River's Echo" played in his mind. The discomfort from Queyu Mountain in the night was immediately alleviated. This melody from the "Law of All Things," being pristine and uncontaminated, could naturally purify the soul.

Thus, with background music, Fan Wubing set off with the Queyu Mountain God.

The Mountain God Temple was only at the outskirts of Queyu Mountain, while Sickness City lay at its deepest part.

The Queyu Mountain God felt uncertain, but he soon noticed that Fan Wubing had entered a very mystical state. Just being close to him seemed to slightly purify the filthy golden body.

Indeed, as the Mountain God mentioned, the night at Queyu Mountain was fraught with dangers everywhere.

A few steps would bring encounters with demon beasts and demon cultivators.

And their ranks were quite high.

No kind demon or demonizer was active here. Most had committed numerous evil acts outside, being hunted to the point of having no choice but to flee here, with only a minority actively seeking this decrepit land of sickness to practice demon and magical arts.