Immortality and cultivation begin at age forty, starting with Foundation Establishment.

The demon-hunting operation is not the kind of charging and killing that one might imagine, nor does it require any scheming.

The hunter's greatest advantage lies in patiently hiding and waiting in the shadows for his prey to appear.

Using the most primitive hunting methods, such as ambushes and traps, prey can be put on the defensive.

Chen An and Yu Peiyao did not cross the rift to explore the vicinity of Thousand Peaks; instead, they watched the movements of Thousand Peaks from the other side of the rift.

In the great war of the Qian Kingdom, a force like Qianzhongfeng cannot remain isolated. If it cannot improve its strength, it is simply waiting for death.

Therefore, the people from Thousand Peaks will definitely come out and cross the rift valley towards Chen An and the others.

Beside a barren, low hill, Chen An and Ye Hongyi stood quietly, like two stubborn rocks, undisturbed by any movement.

They stayed there for half a month, and Chen An and Ye Hongyi never took their eyes off the Great Rift Valley.

Three days ago, I first saw the Netherworld Cult cultivators who flew across the Great Rift Valley.

Unfortunately, since they were only at the Qi Refining stage, Chen An and Ye Hongyi did not make a move. Instead, they let these people leave and stayed in place to wait for the Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivators to appear.

On this day, at the highest point of Thousand Peaks, in the extremely sunny place, a fat monk standing on a white jade lotus seat flew out. His figure was like a mountain of flesh covered with yellow cloth, as if he could crush the white jade lotus seat beneath his feet at any moment.

A beam of pure white yang energy was released from the mountaintop, shining behind the fat monk and making him appear as if a god had descended to earth.

This is how the fat monk manifests his divine power in front of people. His magic allows people within hundreds of miles to witness his manifestation.

Chen An and Ye Hongyi felt that this scene was very incongruous and strange.

But all the mortals on earth knelt on the ground, kowtowing and thanking Buddha for his divine intervention, hoping that the gods would bestow food upon them.

At that moment, both Chen An and Ye Hongyi felt that Qianchongfeng was incredibly sacred, truly like a god who loved the world.

Unfortunately, it was an illusion, a formation of Thousand Peaks, and a secret technique deliberately released by the fat monk to influence people's minds.

The so-called gods are nothing more than Foundation Establishment cultivators using the formations of Core Formation experts to manifest their divine power before the world.

Living at the foot of the towering peaks, millions of ordinary people have been influenced, and they have contributed their faith.

After the fat monk performed his miracle, he fell to the ground.

Chen An and Ye Hongyi left no trace, simply watching the fat monk's movements. They saw him take out a bowl and smash it on a spot on the ground.

A strange change occurred in the world; countless resentful energies were released from the alms bowl, plunging the world into darkness.

Ye Hongyi exclaimed in shock, "This...this is a sacrifice! He's using the lives of his believers to offer as a sacrifice in the alms bowl! Has he gone mad? So much resentment has been generated! Just now, how many people did he kill in that one attack?"

"The Netherworld Cult deserves to die!"

Chen An watched helplessly as countless resentments gathered on the earth towards the horizon. Just as a strange phenomenon was about to occur, the peak of the Thousand Peaks released an extremely yang energy, which dispersed all the resentment and forced it back into the human world.

Countless mortals on the ground continued to kneel and worship. They did not know that they were performing a sacrificial ritual. They only knew that the person who led them to live required them to do so as an expression of gratitude to the gods.

"Fooling and manipulating the people, what a terrible method! Killing ordinary people and then making them bear the consequences of their resentment."

The ceremony lasted all night.

Chen An and Yu Peiyao also watched all night, but they were too far away and could only see blurry images.

The fat monk's robe was no longer yellow cloth, but a new crimson color, composed of years of bloodstains and a strange ash, heavily wrapped around his bloated body, rising and falling with the fat monk's panting.

When the fat monk's cultivation level fluctuated, Chen An and Ye Hongyi learned that his cultivation level was actually a rare peak Foundation Establishment level.

This was the first time Chen An had seen a Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator from the Qian Kingdom's demonic path since arriving there. The cultivation method of this Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator was simply wicked.

Even if demons from beyond the realm invade the human world, they would not commit such evil deeds!

Cultivators who slaughter living beings will suffer divine retribution. In order to avoid divine retribution, the fat monk cultivates Buddhist teachings to save the world, and at the same time cultivates the power of faith so that all beings will believe in him.

It's equivalent to the fat monk using the power of all living beings to kill them.

The fat monk was only a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, and he was already so evil. How evil must the disciples of the Netherworld Sect, who had even higher cultivation levels, be?

"Not enough money for incense offerings..." the fat monk muttered, his voice sticky like grease. He turned his thick neck with difficulty, put away the alms bowl in his hand, and looked towards the direction of the rift valley.

Killing mortals is not enough; he needs to kill righteous cultivators and create more soul slaves.

The fat monk rode his lotus throne and slowly flew away from Thousand Mountains. His divine sense searched his field of vision, as if he were looking for something.

He only increased his speed after crossing the rift.

Chen An gripped the top-grade magic sword tightly in his hand.

Ye Hongyi also prepared a top-grade Soul-Slaying Dagger.

Two Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivators attempting to ambush a Foundation Establishment peak cultivator should, by all accounts, be unable to succeed.

But Chen An and Ye Hongyi are not ordinary cultivators.

Just as the fat monk crossed the scorched earth at the edge of the rift valley.

Chen An made his move. Without waiting for the fat monk to fall into the trap, he used his superior agility to quickly approach the fat monk and thrust his sword at him.

The Thousand Spider Poison Sword is a water-attribute spiritual sword, best suited for Chen An. Chen An once wielded this magic weapon and beheaded countless cultivators of the same level.

The sword was now placed in front of the fat monk, who held his alms bowl across his chest, radiating powerful energy that blocked the flying sword.

For a moment, Chen An's water-attribute power was suppressed by the alms bowl, preventing him from releasing the poison that corroded the magical power released by the alms bowl.

The pinnacle of Foundation Establishment in the Demonic Path, truly worthy of being called the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment in the Demonic Path.

If it were a righteous cultivator, Chen An's Thousand Spider Poison Sword would have been effective, corroding the opponent's magical defenses before slicing into their neck.

This alms bowl is no ordinary object; it is actually a magical treasure!

The fat monk looked up at Chen An, his eyes filled with mockery, as if he were looking at prey. He said provocatively to Chen An, "The incense money has been delivered to your door."

Ye Hongyi's Soul-Slaying Dagger arrived behind the fat monk, but unfortunately, like Chen An's, it was ineffective.

Killing a cultivator of a higher level than oneself is inherently a dangerous thing. In the past, unless Chen An faced a life-or-death crisis, he would never have taken the risk.

Not to mention, the other party is a demonic cultivator from the Netherworld Cult, recognized as the strongest and most evil cultivator in the cultivation world.

Every individual demonic cultivator in the Netherworld Cult is recognized as the strongest in their respective realms, because the demonic cultivators of the Netherworld Cult are the embodiment of demons.

Let alone Chen An being unable to defeat the peak Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Netherworld Sect alone, even if three peak Foundation Establishment cultivators from the righteous path came, it wouldn't be easy for them to take down the fat monk in front of them.

Having failed in his first attack, Chen An abandoned his top-grade magic sword and quickly disengaged from the battle.

At the same time, he took out a Ten Thousand Souls Banner with his other hand, and casually crushed the talisman on the banner, releasing the fierce ghosts inside.

"Imperial Edict!"

Dozens of Foundation Establishment stage demons pounced on the fat monk.

At this moment, the fat monk's entire body was shimmering with golden light.

On the contrary, Chen An was surrounded by demonic energy.

The line between who is on the righteous path and who is a demonic cultivator has become somewhat blurred for the time being.

Ye Hongyi's Soul-Slaying Dagger failed in its first attack, so she also retreated and began preparing for the next attack.

The two men positioned themselves in a pincer movement against the fat monk from two different directions.

The fat monk did not touch the Thousand Spider Poison Sword, but simply put it into his alms bowl, and then turned to look at Chen An again.

He raised his hand and suppressed dozens of Foundation Establishment stage ghosts, then said disdainfully to Chen An:

"A very good top-grade magic weapon, even more powerful than ordinary magic treasures. It's a pity you've met me. My alms bowl is a true magic treasure."

"Even if your magical artifact contains deadly poison, once it's absorbed by my magic weapon, it's useless. Don't even think about letting me touch your magic sword."

"What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Chen An did not respond, but he and Ye Hongyi retreated quickly at the same time, as if they were wary of the fat monk in front of them.

Just as the fat monk was about to give chase, his hand trembled, and he dropped the alms bowl on the ground.

A drop of black liquid, highly corrosive, instantly spread across the entire palm and continued to expand...

The fat monk decisively cut off his arm.

He used his other hand to lift the alms bowl with magic, but before he could maintain control of it, he felt a wave emanating from it, continuing to erode the bowl.

"You dare? How could you dare?!"

"This is a sacred object! You have damaged it, and you will be punished by heaven!"