Starting with the consumables of the Demonic Sect, one can barely achieve immortality.

Just when Yan Cheng thought these people were the representatives of those in the hall whose intelligence was questionable, suddenly a man walked in laughing:

"How could you forget me, Senior Brother!"

Everyone's eyes turned to look in the direction of the voice.

Before the eyes of all the cultivators could see, the person who had spoken turned around at the perfect moment, put his hands behind his back, and left a tall and slender but imposing figure for everyone to see.

Tian Tong laughed:

"This is Junior Brother Hu Jingxiu."

Judging from his name alone, it is clear that this junior brother is a cultivator who still retains an ancient style.

At least Yan Cheng had never seen a cultivator in modern times who would show his back like this junior brother Hu Jingxiu. He suspected that the other party had read too many fantasy novels in his previous life.

The child said:

"This Junior Brother Hu is different from us. He was chosen by the Hall in his previous life and was specially reborn to cultivate the Tao and seek the truth."

"The path of the netherworld belongs to Yin, and the benefits of cultivating the Yin body of the deceased are even more apparent."

"Junior Brother Hu, in order to fulfill his ambition of seeking the Dao, did not hesitate to kill himself to be accepted by the hall. His firmness in his Daoist heart is truly a model for us."

If Yan Cheng initially thought Hu Jingxiu was just being overly pretentious, after hearing his backstory, she genuinely believed that the guy was seriously ill.

It is true that the Netherworld is suitable for cultivation with a spirit body, but after becoming a corpse cultivator, the decay of the physical body will also weaken the cultivation ability.

Ultimately, only those like Huang Tong, who have the power to step on the heads of all the corpse cultivators in the hall and combine the fruits of their labor to achieve their own cultivation, can truly master this path.

Who do you think you are, Hu Jingxiu? You don't even have the ability to waste your fellow disciples as talent, yet you dare to try to cultivate the Netherworld?

The cultivator was still facing away from everyone, which reminded Yan Cheng of the thick black fog that always shrouded Huang Tong's face when he was alive.

After the object that had been placed between Huang Tong's eyebrows was unearthed, the mist that had long covered her face completely dissipated.

What came into Yan Cheng's view was a girl's face with a few small freckles, which was not particularly outstanding.

These arrogant fellows, no matter how much they try to mystify themselves, are essentially just ordinary people with nothing special about them.

The crazier you act in the meantime, the harder you will fall when you finally fall.

Tian Tong clearly didn't have any good intentions towards this person either, his clear face displaying a forced smile:

"We who cultivate the Tao have our own pride."

"When we reach the fifth floor, each of your fellow disciples will be more eccentric than the last."

"This is what a person who is dedicated to seeking the Way should look like... If we were to do everything like the mediocre masses, we wouldn't need to cultivate ourselves!"

……

The Hall of Longevity has five floors.

As soon as Yan Cheng stepped into this place, he felt a chill rushing towards him.

It was fortunate that he cultivated the [Upper Yin] technique, and was already accustomed to the cold breath and chill flowing through his body; otherwise, this chill alone would have been enough to make a Qi Refining cultivator hesitate.

Others, however, were not as suited to his lineage. Faced with the chill, their expressions changed, and they could only forcefully circulate their spiritual power to resist it.

The long, dark corridor seemed to lead to countless hidden rooms. The group walked along the only path, occasionally seeing glittering ice and snow that had condensed into tiny frost flowers in the air.

With each step Yan Cheng took, the purple light in his eyes grew ever more intense:

"The spiritual atmosphere here is yin yet not turbid; compared to places for cultivating yin energy, it's more like a cultivation ground for cultivators of cold qi."

He secretly became suspicious, but then he heard a faint voice in front of him:

"The spiritual atmosphere here is bone-chillingly cold, which seems to be different from what we cultivate. It seems to be prepared for cultivators of the cold qi lineage."

"Junior Brother Yan is rumored to cultivate [Cold Qi]. Do you have any clues about this?"

It was precisely because Hu Jingxiu did not face the crowd directly, and despite not knowing the way, insisted on walking in front of Tiantong that he spoke up.

Yan Cheng had no intention of paying any attention to him.

Junior brother? In this place, senior and junior brothers are not ranked by seniority in entering the hall, but by their cultivation level.

Since cultivation levels are not differentiated, what matters is the combat strength of those under one's command.

Without knowing each other's backgrounds, they act as seniors.

That means they believe their own cultivation level is higher than the other party's, and they are incredibly arrogant!

To avoid touching the sensitive nerves of their fellow disciples, corpse cultivators would either refer to each other as juniors when they first met, or at the very least address each other as fellow Daoists.

A guy as annoying as Hu Jingxiu is truly rare, which immediately gave Yan Cheng the idea of ​​teaching him some manners.

Before Yan Cheng could reply, Hu Jingxiu abruptly stopped, but refused to turn his head to give everyone a chance to see his face.

He only said it lightly:

"Junior Brother Yan has achieved success at a young age, and he probably thinks that his talent is unmatched and no one can compare to him. He no longer takes us fellow disciples seriously."

"You have been fortunate enough to be valued by an elder, which is a blessing, but it does not necessarily reflect your own abilities."

"I have cultivated for many years, and although I rarely spar with others, I believe I know a few techniques to defeat my enemies. I await your guidance, Junior Brother Yan, in a few days."

Putting aside his other skills, his ability to provoke people was truly first-rate, which made Yan Cheng immediately want to teach him a lesson.

What do you mean by "it may not be my own ability"?

I was born with the Hidden Immortal Mirror. If this isn't my skill, then is it yours?

Damn it, this is a mess.

In that instant, Yan Cheng suddenly missed Huang Tong, who could easily turn a corpse into a corpse puppet with a flick of a golden bell.

Huang Tong can take action against these guys without worrying about the consequences!

Before Yan Cheng could speak, a tall female cultivator accompanying him spoke in a chilling voice:

"Hey, who doesn't know about your rudimentary, half-baked Xuan-level magic?"

"It might be useful for mid-stage minor repairs, but can it really be used to show off in front of us?"

"Even if we don't laugh at you, the stray dogs on the street will burst out laughing."

His words were so harsh and his tone so venomous that Yan Cheng thought it was a foul-mouthed friend from his previous life who had transmigrated here.

What impressed Yan Cheng even more was how smoothly this person changed their mindset.

Having only broken through to the late stage a few days ago, he already refers to mid-stage cultivators as "minor cultivators" when talking about them, which makes one sigh that one's perspective is determined by one's position.

Hu Jingxiu, however, did not get angry, but simply said:

"Lin Xue, you're a piece of trash who tried to switch to [Cold Qi] but failed and can only break through to the later stages with the help of Fourth Senior Sister, yet you dare to criticize my techniques?"

"With your half-baked tricks, you're not even fit to carry my shoes. Don't make a fool of yourself here."

Lin Xue sneered:

"Excellent! I happen to have a sword with me. Let's see if your strange and bizarre folk techniques and water magic can last a few rounds against my 'Three Yin Water-Stopping Sword'."

Yan Cheng's expression grew increasingly strange as he listened, thinking to himself that these people, whom Tian Tong claimed were not skilled in combat, were now boasting of their own bravery in every word they uttered when they started arguing.

Is it a principle that you have to talk about whatever is missing?

At that moment, he suddenly regretted not turning the woman's corpse into a puppet in time, and instead leaving her to remain in the misty sea.

Otherwise, it would be good to teach these guys what the combat power of a late-stage Qi Refining Corpse Cultivator should be like.

Lest they spout nonsense here, completely oblivious to the vastness of the land and the heights of the sky!