Chapter 501

Chapter 501: Infiltration

A month passed by in the blink of an eye.

After the disciple recruitment conference, the sect became much more lively.

Yet, the hidden undercurrents continued to flow, growing even more intense.

He Dao Sect occasionally activated great formations, while many elders skilled in formations stood by to make improvements, as if guarding against something.

Meanwhile, the new disciples gradually embarked on their cultivation journeys, even advancing faster than the previous cohort.

The greatest contributor to this progress was none other than Ji Yang.

Whether it was the improved He Hua spiritual grains or the top-quality spiritual grains provided by Jingtan Peak, they supplied ample spiritual energy for cultivators in the Sensing stage.

However, all of this had little connection to Jingtan Peak itself.

At this moment, within the spiritual fields of Jingtan Peak.

Xu Yiheng leaned on his hoe, panting heavily, with sweat on his forehead still undried.

But when he turned around to see the newly planted spiritual grains filling up one patch of the spiritual field, a hint of doubt arose in his heart.

Is this really cultivation? Why do I feel like I’m just farming?

Although he had some doubts, he did not slack off at all. During this past month, he had indeed sensed changes happening in his body.

On the first day, he could barely dig ten times, but now he could dig a hundred times with the hoe. He saw this progress with his own eyes.

Though he hadn’t learned any profound spells, the feeling of improvement brought him enjoyment.

Especially after he turned to see Ji Yang busily working in the fields, his expression grew even more determined.

If his Senior Brother is working the fields, then this must be part of cultivation. After ten years of this, perhaps he could become a true immortal!

But when he turned his head and saw Little Black and a turtle named Xuanqing working in another spiritual field, his expression shifted slightly.

He realized he could not keep up with a dog and a turtle in terms of speed!

In the evening, Ji Yang stood atop the peak, quietly gazing at the stars overhead.

Recently, he felt that his physical body was nearing its limit; even the Light points no longer allowed for significant improvement, perhaps due to his realm as well.

It seemed that a breakthrough in his realm was a foregone conclusion.

However, before that, he wanted to enhance his essence condensation a bit more.

Just as Ji Yang pondered how to raise his essence, he suddenly sensed an unusual aura from below the peak.

Jingtan Peak was always quiet, and few people came by, which surprised Ji Yang. He immediately flew down toward the source of the aura.

Before he got close, he saw a stranger—a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator—trapped amidst the spiritual grains he had planted, unable to escape.

From his attire, this person appeared to be an inner disciple from Denglong Peak.

Yet, Ji Yang found it strange; he did not recognize the person, and they had no previous interaction. Why was this person at Jingtan Peak?

There didn’t seem to be much else here apart from the spiritual grains.

Moreover, the aura exuding from this individual gave him an odd feeling, but Ji Yang could not pinpoint the reason at the moment.

Not thinking further, Ji Yang resolved to dispel the illusion.

The Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, upon seeing Ji Yang, clasped his hands together and apologized, saying,

"Greetings, Senior Brother. I accidentally wandered into this place. Please do not hold it against me."

Hearing this explanation, Ji Yang smiled back,

"It’s no problem. Just be more careful next time."

While Jingtan Peak had no disciples guarding its entrance, very few dared to intrude due to Ye Wuchen’s reputation; it was understandable that someone might occasionally stray off the path.

After the Foundation Establishment stage cultivator finished his apology, he turned to leave.

However, Ji Yang furrowed his brow at the sight of him departing.

"Wait!"

"Uh, Senior Brother, is there something else?"

The Foundation Establishment stage cultivator paused, looking back at Ji Yang with confusion.

But he was met with Ji Yang’s scrutinizing gaze.

"You are not a disciple from the He Dao Sect."

Upon hearing Ji Yang’s words, the Foundation Establishment stage disciple froze for a moment, then laughed,

"You must be joking, Senior Brother. I’m Jia Tong, an inner disciple from Denglong Peak. Here is my identity token; if you don’t believe me, feel free to take a look."

With that, the Foundation Establishment stage disciple took out his identity token from his waist to hand it to Ji Yang, but at that moment, Ji Yang stated lightly and affirmatively,

"I understand. You are a demon."

Upon hearing the word "demon," the Denglong Peak disciple halted his motion, and the smile vanished from his face.

He then casually tossed away his identity token, looking at Ji Yang with a strange gaze and chuckled,

"I didn’t expect that the He Dao Sect had cultivators who could see through our disguises. It seems I underestimated you."

"I didn’t intend to take action, but it appears that’s no longer an option. You can blame your low realm."

After being exposed by Ji Yang, the demon dropped its disguise, instantly transforming into a sharp blade and charging at Ji Yang. At such a close distance and with such speed, even a Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator would struggle to respond.

Though this demon appeared to have only the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment, its true strength was far beyond that.

However, it was not facing just anyone; it was Ji Yang.

In response to the attack, Ji Yang simply waved his hand, causing the sharp blade formed by the demon to be instantly deflected and sent back several meters.

The demon’s original form was revealed with that one strike, transforming into a pool of green, flowing liquid.

Yet, this blow did not harm its essence. After revealing its true form, the demon quickly reformed, regaining its previous appearance.

Once restored, the demon’s first action was to turn and flee.

Clearly, Ji Yang’s slap had made it acutely aware of the difference between them.

Watching the rapidly escaping demon, Ji Yang did not pursue but instead smiled and extended his palm.

"Move Stars and Change Constellations!"

As he softly chanted, the demon, which had just run several miles away, reappeared before Ji Yang.

What vanished was the patch of earth under the demon’s feet.

Seeing the familiar surroundings, the demon wore an ugly expression but said nothing and fled again.

This time, however, Ji Yang did not give it a chance. He suddenly waved his sleeve, and the demon vanished from sight!

At that moment, shouts from the demon echoed from within Ji Yang’s sleeve:

“Damn it, let me out!”

Ji Yang sensed the demon within his Cosmic Pocket and gained a deeper understanding of this magical power.

This power indeed possessed some Spatial Power.

Now, the demon found itself surrounded by thick darkness, unable to find an end, aimlessly wandering within.

As a rain of heavenly fire fell from above, the demon quickly dissolved into nothingness.

When Ji Yang waved his sleeve again, only a cloud of dust remained, scattering away with the wind.