Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

"That human cultivator has made a move again? This is outrageous!"

Inside a grand hall built of massive timbers, a burly middle-aged man on the main seat suddenly stood up and roared angrily.

This man was burly with dark skin. His shirt was open, and his exposed chest gleamed with a metallic sheen, appearing extremely hard.

He has a single, dark brown horn on his head, forked at the tip, small and delicate, like a rhinoceros beetle.

He sat on a large chair carved from tree roots. The furnishings in the hall were all made of spirit wood and decorated with green leaves, making it both ancient and refreshing.

A blue-skinned demon general below trembled, unconsciously shrinking his neck and cautiously saying, "This time, that human cultivator was exceptionally arrogant. Within three days, he successively attacked and killed three demon generals: Mu Xu, Xie Jiu, and Zhu Sun..."

"Insolence!" Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged man roared, "A mere late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator has killed seven of my demon generals in less than a year!"

"Now they've killed three more in one go, two of whom were high-ranking demon generals."

"If this continues, my demon generals will be wiped out by this man sooner or later, and the wild demons of Mojiao Cave will exist in name only."

"Yet you have never found where this person is hiding, allowing him to roam freely. What use are you to me!"

In his rage, the middle-aged man unleashed a surge of energy, and the oppressive aura of a high-ranking demon general swept across the entire hall.

The oppressive aura was directed only at living beings; the furnishings in the hall remained unharmed, but the blue-skinned demon general instantly turned pale, his body hunched over, and he trembled repeatedly.

He managed to speak: "General, please calm your anger..."

Seeing the blue-skinned demon general in such a miserable state, the middle-aged man knew that he was taking his anger out on him, so he barely suppressed his anger and restrained his aura.

The blue-skinned demon general straightened up, took a few breaths, and looked terrified: "General, please calm down. We have done everything we can to search for the human cultivator's whereabouts. We even stopped our cultivation for this and dared not slack off for a single day."

"But that human cultivator is elusive. We have searched the Mojiao Cave thoroughly, but we have found nothing."

"The human cultivator's cave is likely located within the territory of another demon general's cave. I implore the general to request the assistance of other demon generals in the search."

"It would be best to report this to the Demon King of Thunder Mountain and ask him to issue an arrest warrant. He will surely be able to capture this person..."

"shut up!"

The middle-aged man could no longer contain his anger, and the aura of a high-ranking demon general spread out once again.

The blue-skinned demon general could no longer resist, his legs went weak, and he knelt on one knee.

With his other hand, he quickly braced himself against the ground, but dared not use too much force lest he damage the floor, and tried his best to control himself.

The two forces collided, causing his internal organs to tremble and him to spit out blood.

The middle-aged man said, word by word, "The fact that my demon generals have been repeatedly attacked and killed by human cultivators is enough to make me lose face."

"If I were to ask other demon generals for assistance in finding this person, or even report to the king and make a big fuss just to deal with a Nascent Soul cultivator, where would my dignity be?"

"This person was previously elusive, but this time he traveled tens of thousands of miles in three days to assassinate three demon generals. He is ruthless and must have a reason."

"Keep investigating for me, we must find this person's whereabouts!"

After venting his anger, the middle-aged man finally withdrew his oppressive aura. The blue-skinned demon general felt as if he had been granted a pardon, stood up from the ground, and hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I will obey the Commander's orders, but... but..."

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, his imposing aura threatening to spread again: "What else is there?"

The blue-skinned demon general gritted his teeth and said, "General, it's not that we didn't try our best, but according to the surviving low-level demon beasts, that human cultivator killed the high-level demon general with great ease."

"This person's strength is definitely extraordinary. He is not an ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and may even be a Deity Transformation cultivator."

"Even if we find his trail, we're probably no match for him."

"Our lives are of little consequence, but if we were to die in vain, it would tarnish the commander's reputation..."

The middle-aged man's anger subsided slightly, and he said coldly, "If that human cultivator displays the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage, I will report to the King and request the other demon generals to take action to surround and annihilate him."

"But our demon race has always been ruthless in its purges of human cultivators."

"Especially Nascent Soul cultivators, they must not be allowed to roam freely in the Demon Burning Realm. Once discovered, they must be annihilated with all our might." "This person is so unscrupulous in attacking and killing demon generals, there is absolutely no way he could be a Nascent Soul cultivator, otherwise he would be courting death."

"How could someone who has cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage be so short-sighted as to sacrifice their life just to slaughter a few demon generals?"

"Enough talk, get to work immediately! This time, we absolutely cannot return empty-handed!"

The blue-skinned demon general had no choice but to agree, bowing as he left the hall.

……

Seven days later, above a mountain range with jagged rocks, a middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, accompanied by a blue-skinned demon general and a short, stout, blond demon general.

He spread his divine sense and scanned the mountains carefully. He frowned and turned to look at the blue-skinned demon general beside him: "Is this the hiding place of that human cultivator?"

The blue-skinned demon general cautiously said, "After careful investigation, this person was injured in the cave of the Scorpion Nine Demon General, leaving behind a pool of blood. Fellow Daoist Linghe used his innate divine power to find this place based on the aura left in the bloodstain. It should be correct."

As he spoke, he winked at another short, stocky demon general, who quickly said, "General, although the bloodstain has dried, it still retains a faint spiritual aura. It must have been left by a human cultivator."

"I've been searching all this way, sacrificing my life essence and maintaining my innate abilities, until this place finally gave way to the bloodstains. It must be the hiding place of the bloodstain's owner, but..."

He hesitated for a moment, then the middle-aged man frowned and said, "Speak freely."

The short, stocky demon general hesitated and said, "The spiritual energy contained in that pool of blood seems somewhat mixed and the energy is a bit weak. It doesn't seem to be left by a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Instead, it seems to be... it seems to originate from a Core Formation cultivator."

The middle-aged man's expression darkened, and the short, stocky demon general's heart trembled. He quickly added, "It's also possible that the cultivator has another secret method to conceal his aura."

"But whoever left the bloodstains must be hiding in this mountain range. We just need to find them and we'll know for sure."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and glared at the short, stocky demon general: "It had better be that way..."

He turned away before he finished speaking, but anyone could hear the dissatisfaction in his voice.

The short, stocky demon general was terrified and retreated to the side with the blue-skinned demon general.

The middle-aged man looked down at the mountain range below, a murderous glint in his eyes, and said coldly, "There is no trace of aura being revealed. It seems that an array has been set up."

"Then I will destroy this mountain range and see how long you can hide!"

Having said that, he let out a long howl, and a brown light shone from the forked horn on his forehead, causing the air around him to distort violently.

Upon seeing this, the two demon generals' expressions changed, and they hurriedly retreated, fearing that they would be caught up in it.

The area of ​​air distortion gradually expanded, and the rocks below swayed slightly, as if attracted by an invisible force. Many small pebbles slowly rose into the sky and flew towards the middle-aged man.

Just then, two streaks of light rose from the depths of the mountains and headed straight for this place.

The middle-aged man paused slightly, stopped his supernatural powers, and looked over.

The beam of light stopped in front of the middle-aged man, revealing two figures.

A man with white hair, dressed in a Taoist robe, had a smile on his lips and a serene expression.

The other person was dressed in black, wearing a white tiger spirit mask, and exuded a deep and mysterious aura.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, a murderous intent flashing within them. The brown light emanating from the single horn on his forehead grew even stronger. His gaze swept over the two men, and he coldly said, "Are you the ones who attacked and killed my demon general from the Ink Horn Cave?"

The white-haired old Taoist bowed and said calmly, "It was indeed this humble Taoist who did it."

As soon as he finished speaking, his mid-stage Nascent Soul aura slowly emanated, blocking the surging demonic energy sweeping from the middle-aged man.

A hint of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, then he sneered, "Mid-stage Nascent Soul? Even if you concealed your cultivation level, you will not escape death today after meeting me!"

The white-haired old Taoist smiled slightly: "If it were just me alone, I would naturally be no match for you, but if you were to fight two against one, what are your chances of winning?"

The man in black standing to the side said calmly, "Why waste words with him?"

As he spoke, the aura of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator suddenly burst forth, completely suppressing the middle-aged man's demonic aura.

The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he was about to speak when the man in black flipped his hand and took out a ten-foot-long silver bow. He suddenly drew back the bowstring, and a long arrow of spiritual light condensed and shot out! (End of this chapter)