Immortality and Cultivation: I Have Too Many Talents

Chapter 597 Fiery Phoenix (Seeking Subscriptions)

Time flies by.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the dead of night, the East China Sea was deserted and desolate.

Suddenly, the situation changed drastically.

Shen Xuan transformed into a Xuanbing Flood Dragon, letting out a deafening dragon roar, and his aura suddenly surged.

At this moment, he activated [Dragon Blood Boiling].

The chilling Ice Soul Divine Sword flew out, transforming into a hundred-foot-long giant sword, and plunged into the seawater.

A beam of icy divine light, capable of freezing everything, shot out. Wherever the light passed, the waves thousands of feet high instantly froze, transforming into a majestic, enormous iceberg.

The Xuanbing Flood Dragon coiled atop the ice mountain, its hands forming a magic seal, causing the entire ice mountain to rumble and roar.

"Refining!"

The cold air rolled back.

The iceberg condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually transforming into a crystal-clear ice spirit crystal, which fell into the dragon's claw.

The Xuanbing Divine Dragon flashed, revealing Shen Xuan's true form.

The ice magic he just used was the [Ice Soul Rebirth] talent skill, which he plundered from the Ice Dragon Demon Core.

Shen Xuan looked at the mysterious jade talisman.

【Shouyuan: 187/1095】

【Dragon Blood Boiling Perfection (2548/3200)】

[Ice Soul Rebirth Proficiency (8/200)]

【Daoyun: 1522886】

He spent a year and a half plundering the [Ice Soul Rebirth] talent skill.

It turns out that [Ice Soul Rebirth] was not a creation from nothing.

Instead, it condenses and refines the essence of ice spiritual power to form ice soul crystals.

This Ice Soul Crystal can quickly increase the core energy of ice magic cultivators and repair physical injuries.

And this is only the most basic application of [Ice Soul Rebirth].

Shen Xuan guessed that if the [Ice Soul Rebirth] technique were cultivated to its ultimate level, it would evolve into a supernatural power.

It should be able to condense a natal ice soul crystal and connect it to the divine soul.

In this way, even if one encounters a powerful enemy and suffers physical damage, there is still a glimmer of hope for survival.

One can use the natal Ice Soul Crystal as a foundation to first shape the ice bones, then regenerate flesh and blood, return the soul to its rightful place, and reshape the human form.

However, that's a long way off.

Shen Xuan's cultivation of the [Ice Soul Rebirth] technique is progressing extremely slowly.

In the initial stage, one studies diligently day and night, sometimes only getting up two or three times a month.

Considering the surging demonic tide, they may be summoned to battle by the sect at any time.

With a heavy heart, Shen Xuan spent a million Dao essences to upgrade [Ice Soul Rebirth] to the proficient stage.

After that, in the dead of night, Shen Xuan came to the sea alone to cultivate [Dragon Blood Boiling] and [Ice Soul Rebirth], condensing Ice Soul Spirit Crystals.

For him, this Ice Soul Crystal was a miraculous elixir for quickly replenishing his blood and spirit.

After two years of arduous training, the progress of [Dragon Blood Boiling] has been slow, with only a little over eighty points added.

At this rate, it will take at least another decade or so to reach the bottleneck.

Fortunately, after learning the [Ice Soul Rebirth] technique and transforming into a dragon, his self-healing ability was greatly enhanced.

The "Dragon Blood Boiling" state can be controlled within two hours and will recover the next day without depleting lifespan.

Shen Xuan scanned the heavy Ice Soul Crystals in the ice bag with his divine sense, and a sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.

"With these hundred or so Ice Soul Crystals in hand, even if I encounter a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, I can still save my life."

……

early morning.

Shen Xuan returned to the Ice Cave.

Outside, the Purple Sacred Tree is lush and verdant.

In just a few years, it grew more than ten zhang tall, exuding purple aura and dazzling spiritual light.

"Although it is a top-grade third-tier divine tree, it has not developed sentience."

It is no easy task for plant spirits to awaken their power.

It is far more difficult than dealing with monsters.

At this time, the Purple Essence Divine Tree was still simply following its primal instincts, absorbing the spiritual energy of water and the essence of the sun and moon.

Without external forces, one can only develop spirituality and gather consciousness through one's own opportunities and the accumulation of time.

The chances of this happening are extremely slim.

The quickest way is to devour spiritually potent natural treasures.

However, this method is bloody and has too many consequences, making it easy to fall into demonic ways and become an evil demon, which is intolerable to heaven and earth.

Shen Xuan had consulted cultivation classics.

The best way is for a highly capable person to personally enlighten them.

"I will ask the Purple Cloud Tree King for advice in person in a few days."

Back inside the cave.

Shen Xuan took a stroll around the Spirit Plant Garden as usual.

The tea trees under the "Frosty Heart" variety are growing well.

Thirty-seven spirit tea seeds grew into thirty-two spirit tea trees.

In two years, it grew half a foot taller, which is ten times the normal growth rate.

In another three to five years, we will be able to harvest the Frosty Soul Tea.

The Demon Wood Sect's secret method for accelerating the growth of demonic trees is equally effective when applied to spiritual plants.

However, this requires a large number of cultivators' or demon beast corpses.

Beneath the Spirit Tea Tree lay the remains of hundreds of thousands of Heart-Burning Demon Butterflies.

The most invested item was the magic gourd vine.

The Spirit Locking Array operates day and night, consuming high-grade fire spirit stones.

The corpses of more than a dozen second-tier Burning Heart Demon Butterflies were absorbed by one-tenth over two years.

Every few days, Shen Xuan would ignite a wisp of true fire to nourish its branches and leaves.

At this moment, the magic gourd vine was shrouded in a thin layer of crimson mist, slightly scorching, as if a raging fire was burning within it.

This day.

Outside Starshine Island, a streak of light fell onto the beach.

A pretty female cultivator in pink sent out a communication talisman, her aura clearly indicating she was at the Core Formation stage.

It was none other than the Demon Lord Wanmeng, who had disappeared many years ago.

Before long, the protective formation on the island parted to create a passage.

After entering the island, Demon Lord Wanmeng flew straight to the Ice Cave.

Shen Xuan was already waiting outside the cave.

"Wanmeng, it's been a long time."

"You heartless bastard, you haven't come to see me for so long!"

"Wanmeng Demon Lord said in an annoyed tone."

"Let's talk after we go inside."

Shen Xuan said with a smile.

Demon Lord Wanmeng rolled her eyes and strode into the Ice Cave.

living room.

Shangguan Yan'er obediently handed over two cups of spiritual tea.

Demon Lord Wanmeng took a sip of spiritual tea, her eyebrows slightly raised.

"This spiritual tea is quite good. Wait a minute, pack two jin for me."

"Half a jin (250 grams)."

Shen Xuan waved his hand, stopping Wanmeng Demon Lord from arguing.

"I only have one pound left."

"Alright, half a catty it is," Demon Lord Wanmeng said reproachfully.

She knew Shen Xuan's character well.

Is it possible to lie about something so trivial?

“Shen Xuan, seven years ago, I personally went to the Yan Kingdom to help you acquire the Demon Dragon, a descendant of the Divine Dragon.”

Demon Lord Wanmeng recounted her experiences in the Yan Kingdom with a wronged expression.

It turned out that she had received information that in a certain demon realm, there was an extremely rare descendant of a divine dragon, the Demon Jiao.

She invited two familiar demon lords, along with three True Persons from the Yan Kingdom sect, and the six of them entered that demon realm together.

Inside, they encountered a demon descended from a true spirit.

As a result, even when the six of them joined forces, they were no match for that demonic descendant of the true spirit.

Of the six, one Demon Lord perished, while the other five were trapped inside by the True Spirit Descendant Demon and were unable to escape.

Fortunately, Demon Lord Wanmeng had a backup plan; before leaving, she wrote a secret letter to her master, Demon Lord Mingyu.

Demon Lord Mingyu noticed that his disciple had not returned to the sect and there was no news of him.

Following the address in the secret letter, she entered the Demon Realm, found Demon Lord Wanmeng, and rescued the five people.

"Shen Xuan, I almost died there because of you!"

When Wanmeng, the Demon Lord, recounted her story, she was somewhat terrified.

Upon hearing this, Shen Xuan asked curiously, "What kind of demonic creature is this, a descendant of a true spirit, that is so powerful?"

"We originally thought there was a Blackwater Demon Dragon there. Instead, we encountered a Flaming Firebird that was tainted by demonic energy."

Shen Xuan was suddenly startled.

"What rank?"

"It seems to be a high-grade third-tier item."

Demon Lord Wanmeng said coquettishly, "Shen Xuan, I've really lost out this time! I've been trapped for seven years and lost a lot of treasures!"

You have to make it up to me!

"We'll talk about that later. First, mark the location of that demon realm space and that flaming firebird."

Shen Xuan took out a jade slip containing the geography of the Yan Kingdom.

Demon Lord Wanmeng didn't say much, but marked the location of the Demon Realm space inside.

"The Demon Realm is located at the deepest part of this canyon. The Flaming Firebird is located in the largest sycamore tree in the southern sycamore forest of the Demon Realm."

"Where is the Blackwater Demon Dragon you were looking for?"

"Beyond this grove of paulownia trees, there is a deep pool. The Black Water Demon Dragon should be hiding inside."

Shen Xuan thought to himself.

The Black Water Demon Dragon is nothing to fear.

But this Flaming Firebird is incredibly powerful.

None of the six, including Demon Lord Wanmeng, were its match.

"What is the cultivation level of your master, Demon Lord Mingyu?"

"Late stage of Saint Pill cultivation."

Demon Lord Wanmeng glanced at Shen Xuan.

"Wanmeng, tell me in detail how you were trapped and how you were rescued by Demon Lord Mingyu."

"it is good!"

This time, Demon Lord Wanmeng spoke particularly slowly.

"In other words, the demonic fire spewed by that blazing firebird is extremely powerful; anything that touches it will be burned, and it can even destroy your demonic weapons and magical artifacts!"

"Moreover, even the spiritual power, magical power, divine sense, and divine consciousness that you generate will be burned by this demonic fire."

After listening, Shen Xuan was quite moved.

"This kind of demonic fire is too powerful."

It is much more powerful than the Crimson Flame Demon Fire and the Heaven-Burning Demon Fire that he currently possesses.

"Yes! The Demon Lord who went with me was accidentally burned by the demonic fire of the Flaming Firebird. He tried everything he could to extinguish the demonic fire, but he couldn't. He persisted for two years before finally perishing."

"If it weren't for Master's arrival and the use of the Taiyin Xuan Water in the Zhenhai Glazed Bottle to force back the Fiery Firebird Demon Flame, the five of us would have lasted at most three more years before our essence was exhausted and we perished inside."

Shen Xuan's heart stirred, and he looked at Demon Lord Wanmeng.

"Don't count on it! The Zhenhai Glazed Bottle is Master's natal demonic weapon, and the Taiyin Xuan Water is extremely rare. This time, I was severely scolded by Master."

"That's it!"

Shen Xuan said.

The Yin Profound Water of the Demon Lord Mingyu and the Flaming Firebird Demon Fire were only evenly matched.

In the end, Demon Lord Mingyu could only rescue five people; he couldn't do anything about the Flaming Firebird.

"Go to Xinghui Xiancheng Inn and book a room first."

"I'll come to see you tonight."

Qin Yuehan and Shangguan Yan'er were inside the Ice Cave.

Even if they pretend they didn't see it.

Shen Xuan still needed to maintain at least some respect for the two of them.

Demon Lord Wanmeng put down her teacup, snorted, and drifted away.

……

late at night.

Xinghui Xiancheng Inn, the best room in the "Tianzi" category.

Her dark hair was disheveled as she bit her brocade handkerchief; her crimson nail polish was deeply embedded in her lover's shoulder.

Pain transforms into the color of rouge; within the red candle-lit tent lies a different world.

Under Wanmeng's teasing, Shen Xuan showed no mercy and, with a little force, tormented her to the point of near death.

This time, Shen Xuan thoroughly enjoyed himself.

afterwards.

Wanmeng, the Demon Lord, nestled gently in his arms.

"Shen Lang, are you planning to hunt that Flaming Firebird?"

"I won't go now. I'll go later, after I break through to a higher realm."

"Then you must be careful! You'd better prepare a treasure that can counter the Flaming Firebird's demonic fire."

"I know."

"Seven years! For you, I've been trapped inside for seven years! Shen Lang, tell me, how will you make it up to me!"

Shen Xuan glanced at Wanmeng indifferently, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"why are you laughing!"

Demon Lord Wanmeng retorted, "Am I not better than your Junior Sister Qin?"

"You're a little bit better than her."

Shen Xuan said calmly.

"What do you mean 'just a little bit'! I'm a True Core cultivator, much stronger than her!"

Demon Lord Wanmeng acted out of character, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

She rolled over and sat on Shen Xuan's lap.

"Again! I refuse to believe you won't get tired!"

"Forget it. You should rest."

Shen Xuan looked uninterested.

Demon Lord Wanmeng was furious.

"Who do you think you are! Shen Xuan, I'll show you what I'm capable of today!"

The demonic energy around Wanmeng Demon Lord solidified into a tangible form, transforming into clusters of black mandalas.

This is her magical power, "Demonic Thoughts Blossom".

It can significantly improve physical strength and resilience.

Demon Lord Wanmeng took the initiative to attack.

In the warm embrace of the hibiscus-scented tent, a spring night unfolds; a golden hairpin slips askew, her hair swaying like clouds.

Her jade-like body lay sprawled, damp with fragrant sweat; the warbling of orioles was intermittent, her lament growing ever longer.

(End of this chapter)