Chapter Ninety-Five: The Primordial Elixir Achieved, the Demon-Slaying Map Unleashes Its Power (Part One)

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As Shui Wufeng revealed the origins of Yaxinyi, everyone was greatly astonished, uncertain whether she was counted among humans or demons. At that moment, a prolonged laugh echoed from above the forest. Looking up, they saw Qingfeng breaking free from the fierce beast Qiongqi’s pursuit, wielding a jade dust whisk in hand. It seemed he had to resort to a magical artifact to confront the beast.

Qingfeng laughed heartily, his eyes flashing with divine light. “Marvelous, marvelous! I once thought this was a ginseng fruit tree cultivating its body, but it turns out this spiritual being was nurtured by the celestial root absorbing the world’s energy. I have hope of becoming an immortal...” He snorted coldly and looked at the crowd. “If you let this woman go with me today, fine. If not, don’t blame me for mercilessly ending your lives!” As he spoke, his green robe fluttered without wind, the primal energy around him rapidly condensing—clearly, he had murderous intent.

The three sect leaders glanced at each other in alarm. This man had obviously passed the Ninth Heaven Tribulation, reaching the realm of “Five Elements Unified, Yin and Yang Reborn,” a rare master in this world. Moreover, his ability to shake off such a fierce beast in so short a time proved his overwhelming strength, far beyond the six of them combined.

Muto stepped forward and asked, “May I ask, senior, what is your intention in taking Sister Xinyi away?”

Before Qingfeng could answer, Shui Wufeng could not help but say, “What else but absorbing Xinyi’s life force and spiritual energy to enhance cultivation and glimpse the heavenly Dao.”

“What? Such a cultivation method exists?” Muto was unaware of such a cruel practice and found it hard to imagine. Master Zheng Yi said, “The Dao is vast and myriad; what is right or wrong depends on perspective!”

Qingfeng did not refute and snorted coldly, “Hmph! Boy, don’t try to dissuade me with words.”

Muto’s face turned grim, and he said sternly, “Qingfeng, you are a supposed elder, yet you cultivate in this way? How would Master Zhenyuan the Great Immortal teach you such dark arts?”

Hearing his master’s name mentioned and seeming to know Zhenyuan well, Qingfeng’s expression shifted to hesitation. Sensing this, Muto continued, “There are countless geniuses and treasures in the world beyond the ginseng fruit tree. If you need something, our three sects will do their utmost to find it for you. But forcibly taking Sister Xinyi’s life force offends the heavenly harmony; I fear you might never truly comprehend the Dao this way.”

Qingfeng argued, “Who says I want her life force? She is a spiritual entity born from the ginseng fruit tree’s root, no different from the ginseng fruit itself. Using her as a medicinal guide to refine immortal pills—what harm is there?”

Muto replied, “If she were truly a ginseng fruit, we would have no objection. But she has flesh and blood, a living, beautiful woman. How can you treat her as medicine? Moreover, Master Zhenyuan is a terrestrial immortal and close friend to the Three Pure Ones. Your actions bring shame upon him!”

Qingfeng’s face darkened. “You even know the Three Pure Ones? Whose disciple are you? How is it that you know them in this realm of cultivation?”

Muto said nothing further but gestured, summoning an ancient sword into his hand. The sword was simple in form but radiated overwhelming power, as if capable of cleaving heaven and earth.

Qingfeng was even more shocked.

Muto simply nodded.

“You have received the ‘Flame Inheritance’!” Qingfeng exclaimed in surprise. “I didn’t expect you to have such a fate; no wonder you know my master’s name!”

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The “Flame Inheritance” is a special transmission method in the cultivation world. When the master has no disciple, they leave behind their legacy and magical artifact, waiting for a destined successor. Of course, not everyone can qualify. A crucial step is the artifact recognizing its master; when this happens, the original owner becomes aware and tests the disciple with powerful divine abilities. This is the passing of the flame. Yet Muto was unaware of this and had not experienced such testing when receiving the artifact, making his acquisition somewhat mysterious.

To an expert like Qingfeng, however, getting an artifact from the Flame Inheritance meant endless fortune. It was the weapon of the supreme sovereign.

Though Muto didn’t fully understand the “Flame Inheritance,” seeing Qingfeng’s serious face and lessened hostility, he was secretly pleased and said, “Senior...”

Before he could finish, Qingfeng interrupted: “Since you have received the spiritual treasure sovereign’s (Tongtian Jiaozhu, also known as the Supreme Spiritual Treasure Sovereign) Flame Inheritance, by our masters’ reckoning, we are brothers. You need not call me senior!”

Muto was delighted at the eased expression and said, “Brother Qingfeng, your cultivation has already reached great heights; why must you seek rare treasures to advance further?”

Qingfeng’s face darkened. “It’s not that I need to improve cultivation, but my master once said the ginseng fruit is a spiritual root born from the world’s energy. Ordinary people who eat it can extend their lifespan and ascend to Immortal Realms. To be honest, I have cultivated in this world for thousands of years. Though my realm is advanced, I cannot ascend to the Immortal Realm to visit my venerable master. My heart grows restless, and thus...”

Muto asked curiously, “What is the Immortal Realm exactly?”

Qingfeng replied, “You don’t know? That’s understandable; the Flame Inheritance is important, and these matters can’t be explained quickly. Simply put, the Immortal Realm differs greatly from this world. It is filled with immortal spiritual energy, with immortal caves and springs rarely found here. Exotic flowers and herbs cover the land, precious materials and treasures abound, and rare auspicious beasts roam freely. It is vast, with many predecessors who ascended through the ages living there. It is a new world after transcendence.”

Muto asked, “Have you been there?”

Qingfeng said, “If I had, I wouldn’t still be here! We followed our master to this world, and a senior appeared from the Immortal Realm. Then our master and those great cultivators ascended, but I was not ready and remained behind. For a hundred years, my master sent messages, but then contact ceased.”

Muto said, “So you set your sights on the ginseng fruit tree, hoping to use its rare treasure to ascend to the Immortal Realm in one stroke!”

Qingfeng nodded.

Muto asked, “Is there no other way? If you trust me, leave this task to me. I will travel the ends of the earth to find a rare treasure that will help you ascend.”

Muto’s confidence stemmed from his position as a realm agent, making it easier to find rare treasures. He also heard from Zigu that ginseng fruit had been traded in realm transactions before; if necessary, they could obtain it by other means.

As Qingfeng hesitated, a rumbling thunder began to sound, originating from the sky. An eerie, oppressive atmosphere unsettled everyone.

In an instant, dark clouds enveloped the sky. Ordinary people would not see it, but Muto and the others, as accomplished cultivators, looked up to see a monstrous black shadow of strange shape. Its head resembled a dragon but was flatter, closer to a beast with a lion-like visage. It had a pair of horns on its head, dragon scales covering its body, four legs, and tail.

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As the sinister shadow streaked across the sky, a deep voice boomed:

“Heaven Severing Demonic Flow!”

A thunderous black lightning bolt struck down with soul-shaking force, as if the air itself wailed, aimed directly at Qingfeng.

“Mist Demon Sovereign!?” Qingfeng shouted, swinging his jade dust whisk, dispersing the overwhelming black thunder with a single strike.

The black thunder dissipated, and the clouds gathered rapidly in one spot. A fierce black dragon took shape, roaring as it charged toward Muto and the others.

“Be careful... Chen Mu, his target is your little lover!” Qingfeng shouted. Everyone immediately understood: this was another offspring of a fallen immortal root, like Yaxinyi. Judging by the posture, it had been lying in wait, intending to seize an advantage from their conflict. Qingfeng’s words had disrupted its plan, forcing it to act prematurely.

Without hesitation, Muto swung the Execution Sword horizontally, blocking in front of Yaxinyi. He felt a tremendous force hit him, groaned, and was thrown backward. Yaxinyi, who had stepped forward to support him, was also swept aside. Both fell to the ground.

“It’s a Centipede Viper! One of the ancient strange beasts and the demon lord’s mount,” Master Zheng Yi exclaimed. “Beware, its strength rivals that of the fierce beast Qiongqi!”

Before he finished, a terrifying roar echoed again; the fierce beast Qiongqi had arrived. At this moment, everyone’s faces turned ashen. Qingfeng was entangled with the Mist Demon Sovereign, and they could not withstand even one of these beasts, let alone both, especially since Yaxinyi was injured.

The situation was perilous. One wrong move could see the demise of the three great sect leaders and their finest disciples.

“There’s no choice but this!” Muto thought grimly. Since the fairy cave residence, seeing everyone struggling against the beasts, he had secretly contacted Gufeng, the Bald Head, and others through the realm system, instructing them to prepare. At the crucial moment, he would activate the “Contract Summon” to call them for aid.

Though the situation was critical, if the three sect leaders could hold off Qiongqi temporarily, the combined strength of Gufeng and the others could handle the Centipede Viper.

Just as he was about to activate the “Contract Summon,” Yaxinyi approached with a delicate face, breathing fragrant words:

“Brother Mu, thank you for your care. Xinyi is deeply grateful!”

Muto said, “Sister Xinyi, this is no time for thanks with the situation so dire!”

Yaxinyi smiled sadly. “This all began with me, so I shall end it. They want my life essence; perhaps if I lose it, they will naturally retreat.” Saying this, she looked affectionately at Shui Wufeng, who was blocking their front, then silently bowed three times.

Muto was about to comfort her when Yaxinyi turned, her cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes shimmering with unshed tears. After a moment’s hesitation, her cherry lips suddenly pressed against his.