Cultivating Immortality in a Family: I Prove Immortality Through the Chaotic Dao Realm

Chapter 245: After a bitter battle amidst the mournful winds, immortal traces appear on the vast waves.

Chen Qian's sea of ​​consciousness, the swirling soul power transformed into mist, drifting through the vast and boundless space.

Below the Primordial Life Wheel Realm, soul power has liquefied and gathered, forming a small, shallow sea area, finally preventing the view from being dominated by an exposed seabed.

The Primordial Decree tablet resides in the void below the Wheel of Fate, radiating a soft, clear light that shapes Chen Qian's figure, who sits cross-legged on the gently rippling sea of ​​souls.

Not far from the main card, there were four phantom images of level one tokens, three of which had only faint outlines and were obviously not activated.

Only one of them, also shimmering with light, reflected Su Yueshang's figure.

A few days ago, Young Master Chen, who had a bit more money in spirit stones, also refined a level one token for Feng Momo, so that at least all his wives would have one.

As for the concubines, they will be matched with them gradually, but there's no rush, since it requires too many spirit stones.

He has many expenses, and his concubines are all around him, so he can make arrangements for them later.

In just this period of time, Chen Qian has spent tens of thousands of spirit stones to advance many cultivation techniques to the second level.

In addition, we spent tens of thousands of yuan to acquire some urgently needed resources. Although we still have a surplus in our slush fund for the time being, we are not at the stage where we dare to start projects casually.

"The expeditionary forces of the five major immortal sects have reached the edge of the Black Swamp Plain and have established a stronghold in the Demon-Slaying Gorge, where they have set up defensive formations."

"This place is not far from Misty Hidden City, and there is also a stronghold of the Blackwater Merchant Alliance ahead. The three sides are mutually supportive, so it is a good location," Su Yueshang said.

"Huh? In these desolate lands outside the country, do humans still build cities?" Chen Qian was somewhat surprised.

“Of course.” Su Yueshang rolled her eyes at her husband. “What you consider a wasteland is actually rich in resources and has many benefits, but it is full of dangers.”

"Oh, I see." Chen Qian thought about it for a moment and understood.

Monsters are not like beastmen. Humans build cities and strongholds in certain locations, hunt monsters, and gather resources. As long as they do not intrude into the vicinity of the powerful monster king, the monster king will not come out to cause trouble.

This expedition was different; the five major immortal sects went with the aim of annihilating the Void Demon Emperor.

It is believed that the states of Wu and Yue also sent out troops, albeit from different locations.

These cities and strongholds outside the country, and various forces, in order to get a share of the spoils after the war, would normally stand on the same boat as the expeditionary immortal forces.

Chen Qian and Su Yueshang were discussing the situation in Kurosawa Plains, while an "old acquaintance" he had almost forgotten had been struggling against the orcs for several months.

……

The desolate, miasma-ridden plains, the poisonous thorn valley.

Thick, inky miasma churned at the bottom of the valley, and the air was filled with a pungent, sweet-smelling odor of sulfur mixed with humus.

The jagged rocks loomed in and out of the pale green mist, like the spine of a lurking beast.

"Shh..."

A soft hiss, both alluring and tinged with a hint of chill, echoed from the crevice in the rock.

Mu Hongxiao leaned against a moss-covered boulder, her dark red skirt resembling congealed blood in the dim light, eerily blending into the gloomy surroundings.

Her alluring eyes, once so captivating, were now sharp as knives, piercing through layers of poisonous miasma and locking onto a group struggling to trek through the valley.

That was a typical mixed team of orc vassals.

Leading the group was a tiger-headed orc warlord nearly three zhang tall. His ferocious tiger head was covered in crisscrossing scars, and his thick arms carried a heavy runic bone hammer, exuding a chillingly fierce aura.

It was surrounded by seven or eight swift, fierce-looking jackal-headed scouts, responsible for exploring and keeping watch.

In the middle of the group were dozens of relatively thin Beitou tribesmen carrying huge wicker baskets on their backs. They commanded a large number of camel-drawn beasts and were responsible for transporting supplies and logistical support.

Storage equipment is also a rare commodity for orcs, since most orcs are not skilled in cultivation techniques and very few know how to refine weapons.

At the rear of the group were more than a dozen wolf-headed orc warriors, wielding scimitars and bone shields, vigilantly scanning the steep mountain walls on both sides.

Around them, dozens of sparsely furred, green-eyed rotten-clawed jackals were driven away, serving as both cannon fodder and warning.

Of this orcish group, only the tiger-headed warlord leading them was at the second level of cultivation, so his strength was limited.

"Tsk, no big fish, but plenty of small fry." Mu Hongxiao's lips parted slightly, her voice like a lover's murmur, but it made the figures in the shadows behind her tense up.

That was the elite squad of the Yin Puppet Sect that she led. Most of them were dressed in black robes, exuding a cold aura, and remained as still as rocks.

One of the disciples held a palm-sized bone urn in his hands. Black mist swirled around the mouth of the urn, and faint shrieks of spirits could be heard from it.

"Aro, send your 'little darlings' to say hello. Target: the wolf-headed people, create chaos." Mu Hongxiao pointed at the disciple holding the urn.

A glint flashed in the eyes of the disciple named Aro, and he began to mutter incantations.

Dozens of hazy, twisted, and tormented humanoid or beast-like phantoms instantly flew out of the bone urn—these were all vengeful spirits refined and imprisoned by the Yin Puppet Sect's secret techniques.

They shrieked silently, ignoring physical obstacles, and pounced swiftly towards the wolf-headed tribesmen in the center of the valley!

"Wow!!"

A piercing, inhuman scream suddenly shattered the deathly silence of Thorn Valley!

The Beitou tribe members, who were struggling to move supplies, were caught off guard when the vengeful spirit directly entered their relatively vulnerable sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, blood spurted from the eyes of seven or eight wolf-headed men, who frantically scratched their heads, bumping around like headless flies. The heavy wicker baskets overturned, and ore and dried meat rolled all over the ground.

The entire orc formation was thrown into chaos instantly!
"Enemy attack! Be alert!"

The Tiger-Headed Warlord reacted swiftly, letting out a deafening roar as he slammed his bone hammer into the ground. A shockwave of earthy yellow spread outwards, scattering dozens of approaching vengeful spirits.

The wolf-headed warriors immediately tightened their formation, drew their scimitars, and let out a threatening growl.

The jackal-headed scouts quickly spread out, trying to locate the attackers.

Chaos is exactly what Mu Hongxiao wants.

"Youji!" she called softly.

The air around her distorted, and Youji's skeletal figure, burning with ghostly blue soul flames, quietly appeared.

Without a word, Youji's soul fire blazed brightly, and she vanished into the shadows of the rock wall like a ghost, silently stealthily approaching the flank of the group behind a jackal-headed scout.

The jackal scout twitched its nose, as if it had caught a whiff of something ominous. Just as it was about to turn around, a nearly transparent skeletal hand silently pressed down on its back!

"laugh--"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a slight burning sound.

The jackal-headed scout's body stiffened abruptly, the fierce light in its eyes vanished instantly, a wisp of green smoke emerged from its seven orifices, and its body collapsed limply. Its life force and part of its soul had been instantly drained and annihilated by You Ji. The whole process was incredibly fast; even its companions nearby hadn't noticed.

"Jingle Bell……"

Just as the wolf-headed warriors and the remaining jackal-headed scouts were searching intensely, a clear, almost eerie bell rang out, seemingly echoing deep within everyone's soul.

Mu Hongxiao appeared like a red cloud on a protruding rock above the valley.

The soul-capturing bell at her waist moved automatically without wind, emitting a clear and melodious sound that penetrated straight to the soul.

"Bewitching Bell!"

The bell sounded only slightly uncomfortable to the demonic cultivators, but to the orcs below who had low intelligence and relatively fragile souls, it was like a death knell!
The wolf-headed warrior's movements suddenly froze, and a moment of confusion and struggle flashed in his eyes.

The jackal scouts clutched their heads and howled in agony, as if invisible awls were piercing their brains.

Even the rotten-clawed jackals whimpered and circled in place, temporarily losing their target.

"Attack! Youji, you and I will hold off Tiger Head! The rest of you, clear out the minions! Leave no one alive!"

The charming smile on Mu Hongxiao's face instantly turned into a cold killing intent, and her command was clear and decisive.

"Here!"

The Yin Kui Sect disciples who had been lying in ambush suddenly sprang into action!
The two disciples made a hand seal, causing the ground to churn. Three bone golems, made of various demonic beast skeletons and with green flames rising from their joints, roared and charged out, fearlessly attacking the wolf-headed warriors.

The bone golem moves stiffly but possesses immense strength, its body shrouded in corrosive yin energy, specifically designed to counter the orcs' powerful physical defenses.

The other disciples, like ghosts, darted into the chaotic horde of beasts.

They wielded poisoned daggers, their movements unpredictable, weaving through the orcs' flashing blades, each appearance leaving a spray of blood.
Or it might unleash dark green ghostly flames that ignite anything that touches them, slowly and painfully burning away everything, from skin and flesh to bones.

They showed no mercy to those maddened jackals, reaping lives with precision and speed.

The Tiger-Headed Warlord went berserk, swinging his bone hammer like a windmill, smashing a bone golem beast to pieces.

But he was immediately entangled by Youji's fearless attacks, her bone claws tearing and her yin fire burning, making it difficult for him to break free and rescue his companions.

"Despicable human reptiles! Roar!"

The Tiger-Headed Commander's eyes were bloodshot. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and a chilling gurgling sound came from his throat—

Clearly, it was brewing the tiger-headed orc's innate divine power—Soul-Splitting Roar—intending to use sonic waves to kill these annoying flies in its eyes!

At this critical moment!
A striking red, alluring figure appeared before the Tiger-Headed Commander as if by teleportation, so close that one could almost feel the foul breath emanating from him.

Mu Hongxiao wore a captivating smile that could charm the world, but her eyes held a chilling murderous intent.

"Hehe, you big oaf, what are you yelling about?" She chuckled, her slender hand seemingly gentle, but in reality, it moved with lightning speed, pressing down on the Tiger Head Overseer's bulging chest.

The instant their palms touched, a blood-red phantom, condensed to the extreme, suddenly erupted from her palm!
This is the secret technique of her soul—Soul Shock Wave, which carries a strong mental impact, ignores the strong physical defense, and goes straight into the tiger-headed man's sea of ​​consciousness!

"Ugh—!"

The sonic attack that the Tiger Head Commander had been building up was abruptly interrupted, like a toad about to croak out being pinched in the lips; his furious gaze was instantly replaced by extreme pain.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Youji unleashed her ultimate move. With a series of "crackling" sounds, her white arm bones transformed into bone spears, which were engulfed in pale, sinister flames and plunged fiercely into the tiger-headed man's back!
The tiger-headed man's bulging chest deflated rapidly like a punctured balloon, his tall and powerful body swayed a few times, and then crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The light in its eyes quickly dimmed, its soul was first thrown into disarray by Mu Hongxiao's soul-shaking wave, and then it was instantly and severely injured and torn apart by You Ji's eerie yin fire.

This flame looks a lot like Xiao Yin's strongest divine power—the Xuanming Yin Fire!
But in reality, the gap is still quite large.

Xiao Yin can send out her Yin Fire remotely without needing to make contact or ignore any obstacles. The Yin Fire can burn away magical power and incinerate the soul.

To block it, one must use a mental attack, or at least a method that includes a mental attack.

Yu Ji's flames can only be used after she breaks through the opponent's defenses, and they consume a lot of energy, making it impossible to use them continuously.

With their leader dead, the remaining jackal-headed, wolf-headed beastmen and rotten-clawed jackal-wolves were completely routed. Under the ruthless and efficient slaughter of the Yin Puppet Sect elites, they were quickly reduced to a pile of wreckage.

The battle ended extremely quickly; from the attack by the vengeful spirits to the death of the Tiger-Headed Commander, only a few dozen breaths passed.

At the bottom of the valley, only the strong smell of blood, burnt food, and scattered supplies remained.

Mu Hongxiao gracefully withdrew her hand, a trace of orcish blood still lingering on her fingertips.

She stuck out her tongue and gently licked away the crimson stain, as if savoring a delicacy, a seductive smile of lingering satisfaction on her face.

"Clean up the battlefield, take anything useful, and prepare to evacuate immediately," she ordered, her voice regaining its languid tone, full of charm.

Don't be fooled by how easy and effortless this battle was; in reality, the surrounding area is all under the control of orcs. If there is the slightest mistake and our presence is exposed, we will have no chance of escape.

In this vast expanse of the desolate and miasmatic plains, both the Demon Alliance and the Orcs have deployed millions of cultivators and warriors, and now they have likely lost more than 20% of their forces.

However, if the secret passage is not eliminated, the orcs inside Zulong Mountain will continue to send reinforcements.

The power of the Demon Alliance alone is clearly not enough.

She looked southeast towards the Li Kingdom, her gaze seemingly piercing through layers of poisonous miasma, landing on a certain spot, a somewhat weary smile curving her lips.

Over the past six months, the bloody battles and the life of wandering have helped her grow a lot, and her cultivation is about to reach the peak of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

But the weariness in my heart is also increasing day by day. Now that I'm back in the fortress, it's time to rest for a while and try to advance to the late stage as soon as possible.

In this cruel world of inter-racial conflict, only those with higher cultivation levels have a better chance of survival.

……

Dongyuan Continent, beyond the Dragon Head Domain, lies the distant sea frontier.

The boundless sea is as deep as ink.

Or, under the blazing sun, it reflects billions of shattered pieces of glass.

The salty wind, whipping up waves, howled past the emerald green, leaf-shaped hull of the Qingping Ferry, yet failed to disturb the pure white figure aboard.

The white-clad fairy stood quietly at the bow of the boat. Her cultivation at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm was like the divine radiance contained within a flawless jade. Without any deliberate display, her vast and magnificent beauty was awe-inspiring.

A Nascent Soul stage True Monarch who is not yet a hundred years old—such an achievement is one of the most brilliant stars even in the long history of the Heavenly Evolution Sect, the leading immortal sect.

The Qingnang Dao Body allows her to subtly resonate with the life essence of heaven and earth, while the Heavenly Mandate Mysterious Heart endows her with the spiritual perception to discern fortune and misfortune and to align with the Great Dao.

(End of this chapter)