I forge immortality with spiritual treasures.

Chapter 143 The unexpected person
Ying Chan frowned.

Just as humans can distinguish right from wrong, demons can also be categorized as good or evil.

Good and evil are partly defined by human perspective, but partly by the principles of nature.

If a demon is bloodthirsty and often consumes flesh and blood to enhance its cultivation, it will gradually become turbid with demonic energy and heavy with malevolent aura.

It's hard to say whether this cultivation of demons is good or bad, but in the eyes of Taoist cultivators it is an ominous sign, and in the eyes of mortals or other living beings it is a sign of ferocity and violence.

Such evil demons can be categorized under the category of 'slaying demons and eliminating evil spirits'.

Ying Chan had no intention of clashing with the crimson-feathered giant eagle, but seeing the murky spiritual light in its eyes and the demonic aura like thick smoke, and its ferocity erupting the moment they met, he simply didn't bother to say anything more.

He waved his sleeve, creating a gentle breeze that swept away the swirling flames, and then flicked his finger.

A sword light flew out, chasing after the crimson-feathered giant eagle.

The Crimson Feathered Giant Eagle seemed to sense the danger and dodged repeatedly, while constantly stirring up wind and fire to counterattack.

But the sword light darted through the air like a fish swimming in water, moving freely and effortlessly. With just a few changes, it broke through the wind and fire, and then circled around the giant eagle's neck a few times, causing the eagle's head to separate from its body instantly.

The half-scream abruptly stopped, and the eagle's head and the massive corpse fell into the mountains, blood splattering everywhere.

A vicious demon that was close to condensing its inner core perished.

"Taoist priest……"

Cai Que'er stared in disbelief, looking at Ying Chan's face again and again.

The Taoist's appearance hadn't changed much since he first arrived at Mount Da Wan, but his cultivation and magical abilities were changing more and more rapidly.

"Hmm?" Ying Chan glanced sideways and smiled, "What is the fairy looking at?"

Cai Que'er hesitated and asked, "Are you really the Taoist I know? Or some thousand-year-old demon in disguise?"

Ying Chan laughed and said, "If I were that great demon of a thousand years, why would I need to come to Wanshan to seek the Dao?"

Cai Que'er muttered to herself, "That's not necessarily true."

It heard from the old dragon of Immortal Garden Mountain that many powerful demons, after cultivating their 'demon core,' would transform into human form and learn Taoist magic...

Ying Chan shook his head, ignoring his reverie. He reached out and summoned the sword light, which flew back and revealed its true form in his hand. It turned out to be a golden flying sword.

Since the beginning of this year, he has refined a number of Golden Water Flying Swords, and naturally he also kept one for himself. Moreover, it is the best quality one, with eighteen layers of restrictions.

However, even so, the power of this Golden Water Flying Sword is actually not much greater than that of the 'Geng Metal Yuanfu Sword Qi'.

If Ying Chan were willing to add his magical power and gather the sword's light, its power would far surpass that of piloting a flying sword.

This is certainly due to his profound magical skills and the more significant enhancement of his spells by the power of the Mystic Symbols, but ultimately, it is because the Golden Water Flying Sword is not sharp enough.

"Gold is the jellyfish."

"When I was refining this Golden Water Flying Sword, I was also using the principle of 'metal generating water.' Although 'metal' was the main material, I placed more emphasis on the element of water."

This wasn't the first time Ying Chan had tested the power of the Golden Water Flying Sword, but actually using it to kill enemies was a completely different experience.

The Crimson Feathered Giant Eagle's cultivation was actually quite impressive, but how could a wild monster compare to his orthodox Taoist teachings?

If it had been a sharp enough flying sword, Ying Chan wouldn't have needed to use those transformations; a single strike would have been enough to behead him.

"It seems that if I were to refine the 'Heavenly River,' it would indeed not be suitable as a sword."

Ying Chan put away his flying sword and pondered for a long time.

In the past, when he was refining the Qiankun Bow and creating the Heavenly Pearl, his methods were very crude due to limitations in his cultivation, knowledge, and mastery of artifacts.

But this time, he wanted to do his best within his capabilities, so he naturally had to consider more factors, which is why he prepared for so long.

Of course, as his ideas and skills matured, the day to open the furnace should be drawing near. Slaying a vicious demon left no mark on Ying Chan's mind.

To prevent the foul air and malevolent energy from spreading to the earth, he still cleaned up the giant eagle's carcass before finding a quiet place to wait.

Ying Chan carried several Taoist books with him, which were worth reading repeatedly, so he didn't find it boring.

As for the colorful sparrow, now that it has refined its horizontal bone, it is much bolder than before, and that very night it ran off to play somewhere unknown.

Ying Chan made an appointment with it to leave in three days. Knowing that it flew extremely fast and would not encounter any danger, he ignored it.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Judging from the fact that the Fire Vein Spirit Plant could mature at any time, Ying Chan decided to go to the crater to wait for it.

As soon as the fiery clouds rose, Ying Chan couldn't help but look into the distance.

Facing the direction from which he came, a streak of light suddenly appeared in the sky, rushing toward this place.

Ying Chan changed his mind and did not rush to deal with it. He simply drove the fiery cloud leisurely to the crater.

Perhaps sensing Ying Chan's presence, the speed of the escaping light increased, and it arrived at the crater in just one step.

Then the light shifted, and a young Taoist priest emerged from it.

This young Taoist priest had sharp features and a mysterious aura emanating from his body, clearly indicating that he possessed extraordinary magical power.

He revealed himself, his gaze falling on Ying Chan's face. He frowned, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes, and said, "It's you?"

Ying Chan had not expected that the young Taoist would speak in such a way, as if he knew him.

However, he also had a good memory and recognized the Taoist robe the man was wearing, and suddenly realized what was happening.

"So you're a fellow Daoist from the Hengfa Sect." Ying Chan cupped his hands and said, "We should have met at the Dharma assembly at Wanshan Yunfang?"

"Exactly."

The young Taoist said calmly, "It seems I have a deeper impression of you. After all, you are only at the Qi Refining stage, yet you won the 'Yin Yang Harmony Pendant' from me."

"Absolutely astonishing."

It turns out that this Taoist priest was a disciple of the Hengfa Sect who was with Xu Junyang and his group back then.

Back then, this person had long hair, but now he had his hair tied up in a topknot, and his appearance had changed quite a bit. Ying Chan recognized him without even looking at him once.

However, to be honest, Ying Chan had quite a good impression of this Taoist.

Not only because he won the 'Yin Yang Harmony Pendant' from him, but also because this person's words almost disrupted the swordswoman's dance.

Although Ying Chan and the swordswoman were complete strangers, he had no intention of standing up for her.

However, he couldn't help but feel that this person was rather... arrogant.

Unlike Yun Youtian's arrogance as a chosen one of heaven, it was the kind of haughtiness that came from being superior to others and treating the affairs of others as trivial.

Therefore, Ying Chan simply smiled and replied, "It's just a little clever idea, but I'm sorry to trouble you with it, Brother Dao."

"Humph."

The young Taoist squinted and said, "You have made considerable progress in the past few years."

His gaze fell upon Ying Chan's fiery cloud, then shifted to the crater: "Fellow Daoist, you cultivate fire magic, it seems you've come for this spiritual plant as well."

"Both of us are after this object, and I think neither of us will back down..."

(End of this chapter)