Chapter 107
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Chapter 107: A Demon Cultivator’s Blessed Land
Lin Xurih from the Cold Lake Sect and Shaodong from the Flying Kite Sect fought fiercely over an artifact, nearly scaring Chef Zhao into wetting his pants. In a panic, he reached for a kitchen knife, but his hands wouldn’t cooperate.
“Get away! Don’t grab my robes!” Huo Qiniang kicked at his chubby hands. She felt scared too; there were many types of practitioners, but only sect disciples often engaged in fights. A female cultivator like her, who dealt with flesh trades, wasn’t uncommon in Linggui City. Some tailors and cooks with decent talent could cultivate but had never participated in a battle, belonging instead to the civilian ranks of the cultivation world, often called the sect’s errand workers.
Li Hui stood up, ready to find a new place to contemplate the talisman formation. No matter who captured so many practitioners from Linggui City or for what purpose, every day felt like one less day for him. He needed to hold on until the peach tree demon was born, so avoiding conflict was the best strategy.
Previously, when he revealed himself to join a sect, it was mainly to secure a quiet setting where he could concentrate fully on his talisman formation. Now, he had to remain as low-key as possible and seize every moment of calm to continue his thought process.
Upon his rising, Chef Zhao and Huo Qiniang also stood up. Having lived long in the marketplace, they were perceptive and understood how difficult it was to find a well-mannered sect disciple. This young man, however, exuded a powerful confidence that suggested he was no ordinary person.
Li Hui didn’t even realize that by opening numerous Upper Tier Spirit Motion Marks and after many battles, along with currently forcefully cultivating the Ideal Body, he naturally exuded an aura of strength.
With a talisman in hand, not to mention having Spirit Motion Patterns, he wouldn’t fear even encountering someone at the Concentrating Spirit stage. The only issue was whether he was willing to invest.
“Hey, are you the Jade Symbol Li Hui?” Lin Xurih exclaimed in surprise.
“What? Jade Symbol Li Hui?” Shaodong turned to look, quickly hiding his hands behind him, narrowing his eyes in preparation for an attack.
Despite his previous display of strength that wiped out many Concentrating Spirit practitioners, disciples of the Three Sects and Four Sects knew it came at the cost of using a vast number of high-level talismans. Even if he were the illegitimate child of the leader of the Jade Symbol Sect, he couldn’t keep up such spending forever. When assessing danger, they consistently lowered his threat level.
Moreover, rumors had spread that Li Hui had been extravagant in Giant Shell City, spending money equal to that of someone at the Condensing Essence stage. Thus, gradually shifting perceptions labeled him as the biggest target among the remnants of the Jade Symbol Sect.
Wow! What fortune! The "fat sheep" of the Jade Symbol Sect was here. Why would these two consider fighting him? This moving treasure trove was enough for both to share!
Li Hui froze for a moment. The looks Lin Xurih and Shaodong gave him mirrored the way he viewed Miao Jade, and he couldn’t help but shout inwardly, “What the hell! Are all disciples from the Three Sects and Four Sects fools? Or is my visible combat power just not enough to intimidate them?”
It wasn’t a lack of intimidation; it was that he was too extraordinary, and they all thought he had exhausted a significant amount of energy, trying to take advantage of him.
In the ingrained beliefs of the Three Sects and Four Sects disciples, the Jade Symbol disciples relied heavily on talismans. Once they ran out of talismans, they were seen as easy prey. It couldn’t be too easy; they would always know exactly where to strike.
Suddenly, Li Hui waved his hand, causing Lin Xurih and Shaodong to assume he was about to use a talisman. They hurriedly tapped their bags of treasures, ready to unleash their bronze shield and the mechanism umbrella.
“Oh, my apologies! I forgot I used up all the Golden Sword Talismans and Lightning Sword Talismans!” His words infuriated Lin Xurih and Shaodong, gritting their teeth in anger, yet their faces quickly lightened. Even if the opponent had some talismans left, using such petty tricks indicated he could no longer sustain high-intensity battles; otherwise, why would he resort to this?
In truth, Li Hui spoke no lie; he genuinely had no Golden Sword Talismans or Lightning Sword Talismans left. He had even used up all his Golden Bell Talismans and Thunder Shield Talismans. The Spirit Sense Talismans and Blood Ignition Talismans were ineffective, leaving him with about 90% of his foundational reserves depleted. However, he still had many other methods at his disposal.
As light and shadow danced, Shaodong exclaimed, “What is that?”
Nine heads soared into the air, bursting forth with terrifying demonic flames. To Li Hui’s astonishment, the thick blood aura converged, amplifying the power of the demonic flames several times. Just one impact sent the two of them tumbling backward.
“Damn it! Li Hui has turned to the demonic path!” Shaodong turned to run. A demon cultivator couldn’t be measured by ordinary standards. The sheer power displayed by those heads with a single attack was frightening—each one seemed to have reached the Concentrating Spirit stage. Staying behind would be courting death!
Lin Xurih lagged slightly, and the nine heads crashed together, forming the Four Yin Four Yang Flying Head Burial Array without any gaps. The intensified demonic flames surged, reducing the trapped individuals to mangled flesh, leaving them to scream and faint.
“What?” Li Hui stared in shock, realizing that the Four Yin Four Yang Flying Head Burial Array only revealed a fraction of its power; it seemed capable of even greater strengths. A new hypothesis emerged in his mind: “It appears this place is related to demon cultivators. In such an environment, the nine heads can gain tremendous support during combat.”
“Thud!” Chef Zhao collapsed to the ground, his tongue tripping over itself as he begged for mercy, “Grandfather, spare me! Demon cultivator, please spare me! I didn’t mean to offend, I didn’t mean to intrude and take advantage.”
Huo Qiniang also knelt down, sweat streaming down her temples, washing away the makeup on her face, her teeth chattering in fear.
Li Hui glanced at them, too lazy to explain. He turned away to sit down, continuing to contemplate the talisman formation. The nine massive heads slowly sank back into the ground, guarding their master.
After a while, Chef Zhao remained on the ground, his stomach grumbling embarrassingly loud enough for even Li Hui to notice.
“If you’re hungry, go find something to eat. Do I look like a demon cultivator to you?” Li Hui grinned, causing the chubby man to retreat in fright.
“Not at all! How could someone as handsome as you possibly be a demon cultivator?” Chef Zhao quickly flattered him. Seeing the opportunity, Huo Qiniang mustered her courage to say, “Young master, wait a moment. I’ll go retrieve that unseeing sect disciple’s bag of treasures to serve you.”
Li Hui nodded. Suddenly, he sensed that the nine heads dispersed to consume the blood aura, swelling slightly, seemingly on the verge of breaking through. He felt astonished: “Incredible! If a demon cultivator were to enter this place, how fast would their cultivation progress?”
Huo Qiniang might not have other skills, but when it came to searching through men’s belongings, no one was more proficient than her. In no time, she returned with two bags of treasures and four chain bags, along with several spirit talismans and scattered gold and silver.
“Boom…” The ground trembled lightly as the nine heads burned brightly, causing Chef Zhao and Huo Qiniang to lie flat on the ground, clueless about what had just occurred.
Li Hui’s expression grew serious. The nine heads were indeed undergoing a breakthrough, suddenly sprouting demonic patterns on their faces, seemingly surpassing many demon cultivators in authenticity.
The nine demonic patterns were deeply embedded, whether on the cheeks, chin, eyes, or the back of the head, each in a different location, but the most critical pattern appeared on the center of the forehead, blackish-purple with a shape resembling a vertical pupil.
“Are they drawing closer to the Nine-Yin Nine-Yang Flying Heads Ground Burial Great Array? No, it’s not to that extent yet; the dragon energy and demonic energy they consumed earlier are still merging,” Li Hui observed in shock.
