My path to immortality was smooth sailing.

"Hehehe!"

"Disciples of the Azure Talisman Sect, the Azure Talisman Sect is wonderful!"

"Kill the man, keep the woman for later enjoyment."

The midday sun streamed through the gaps in the tree canopy, casting dappled shadows on the humus soil.

Five outer disciples of the Qingfu Sect were forced to the foot of a cliff, with a steep stone wall behind them, covered with slippery moss, offering no way to climb.

In front of him were seven demonic cultivators dressed in black robes, their scarlet eyes constantly scrutinizing the five disciples dressed in the Qingfu Sect's standard attire.

This is the insignia of the outer disciples of the Qingfu Sect: a white robe with cloud patterns.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault, it's all my fault for insisting on taking on this mission in the Spirit Mist Forest."

"Waaah, what do we do now? Are we doomed?"

A sweet-looking female disciple was sobbing uncontrollably. She was completely disoriented and looked helplessly at the approaching demonic cultivators.

"Junior Sister Pan, don't talk nonsense. What can a mere demonic cultivator do?"

"I, Gu Changsheng, have cultivated diligently for over a decade, all for the purpose of punishing evil and promoting good, and vanquishing demons and monsters."

"How can we shrink back in fear?"

"That's right, Senior Brother Gu is right." Immediately, two other male disciples from the Qingfu Sect stood up to echo Gu Changsheng's words.

Shen Xingyao tightened her grip on the Yangtze River, her eyes constantly scanning her surroundings.

"Heh heh! How arrogant! Kill all the men."

"Hmph! We cultivators do not cultivate for carefree living, but only to vanquish demons..."

"what!"

Before Gu Changsheng could finish speaking, a hand pierced through his chest, and then the demonic cultivator pulled out a red, foul-smelling substance with a slight effort.

"Cock noise"

……

The moment Wei Jing's body sank into the soil, he put the Cloud-Breaking Shuttle into his storage bag. A silvery-white light flashed in the darkness and disappeared, like a shooting star falling into the depths of the earth.

He unleashed the Earth Escape Technique, his body moving through the soil like a fish swimming in the earth, silent and unseen.

Soil flowed past his sides, and sand and gravel touched his skin only to be repelled by the aura emanating from him.

He could feel the ground above his head, the trees in the distance, and the surging, intense, nauseating black aura further away.

Demonic energy.

He was all too familiar with that scent. Three years ago in Shimen Village, he had smelled it on those shriveled corpses;

He had smelled this scent in Liushi Town and at Yudiefeng.

"Old Ancestor Ge acted too cleanly and decisively back then, leaving not a single survivor to go back and convey the terror and majesty of Wushan and Qingfu Sect, which has led to these demonic sect brats attacking from time to time."

Wei Jing muttered to himself as he carefully traversed the underground. About half an hour later, he arrived at the steep cliff face.

But by this time, the battle here had long ended. Three withered corpses remained on the ground, still tinged with demonic energy. Clearly, a fierce battle had taken place, and the ground and stone walls were riddled with holes.

This shows that the battle was extremely fierce.

"A disciple of the Qingfu Sect!" Wei Jing exclaimed in surprise, and he quickly went up to check.

He flipped over a corpse whose flesh and blood had been drained, took off the waist tag, and saw that it bore the name: Gu Changsheng.

Wei Jing also took the waist tokens from the other two corpses one by one.

"Huang Yong, Li Xiaobing."

"I'm late." Wei Jing sighed. Judging from the scene and the state of the corpses, the battle had taken place not long ago, about two or three hours ago.

"Rest in peace! I will avenge you." Wei Jing buried the three on the spot and put their identity tokens into his storage bag.

Then he sniffed in the air, following the scent of demonic energy, and sped off in one direction.

Wei Jing no longer tried to hide, but instead moved swiftly through the forest.

A demonic cultivator capable of waging a fierce battle against several mid-stage Qi Refining disciples of a sect must possess incredibly high cultivation levels, hence Wei Jing no longer concealed his presence.

As darkness fell, Wei Jing followed the scent of demonic energy for three or four hours.

I got lost a few times along the way and lost track of the group a few times.

The demonic energy was faintly visible, which annoyed Wei Jing.

"I'll definitely learn a tracking spell next time," Wei Jing thought to himself.

However, perseverance pays off, and after three or four hours of searching, he finally caught up with him.

Wei Jing crept underground and quietly approached.

It was an abandoned cave. Wei Jing roughly sensed that there were seven or eight demonic cultivators inside.

At this moment, they had set up a fire in front of the cave and were roasting meat and drinking wine.

Once he got close enough, Wei Jing carefully sensed the surroundings and then peeked out from behind a stone wall.

He secretly weighed the options in his mind.

One Qi Refining Level 7, three Qi Refining Level 6, two Qi Refining Level 5, and one Qi Refining Level 4.

Wei Jing understood the situation, but he did not act immediately. Instead, he quietly sneaked into the cave.

"Xingyao, are we doomed? Waaah!"

"I don't want to die!"

"Senior Brother Gu and Senior Brother Huang died so tragically!" Pan Rou sobbed softly, though she herself was not seriously injured.

On the contrary, Shen Xingyao was covered in wounds, her body covered in black cuts, and there was a deep wound on her thigh that was still oozing black blood.

"What are they going to do with us? Will they use us as furnaces to drain our cultivation, and take turns abusing us?"

Pan Rou trembled.

Shen Xingyao curled up, and couldn't help but tremble when she heard Pan Rou's words.

If it really comes to that, she will definitely commit suicide.

But... but what she feared was that she wouldn't even be able to commit suicide.

Although Gu Changsheng and the other two appeared to have died in a gruesome manner, Shen Xingyao knew that she and Pan Rou would definitely be tortured to the point of wishing they were dead by that group of demonic cultivators.

Even death is a luxury.

"I...I don't know."

"It's my fault, it's all my fault." Pan Rou started again, and Shen Xingyao simply turned around to face the stone wall, not wanting to hear Pan Rou's nagging.

Her constant nagging annoyed and irritated her.

Suddenly, she noticed a pair of eyes peeking out from the stone wall, winking at her.

Shen Xingyao was startled, but the eyes disappeared the next moment. She rubbed her eyes, thinking it was her imagination.

Wei Jing eavesdropped for a while inside the stone wall and roughly understood the ins and outs of the incident.

Pan Rou, an outer disciple of the Qingfu Sect, accepted the mission to search for century-old Ganoderma lucidum and other spiritual herbs in the Lingwu Forest. So she organized a gathering and invited several of her close fellow disciples to go together.

Unexpectedly, the group of five encountered demonic cultivators as soon as they arrived at the Spirit Mist Forest.

"You guys are really unlucky!"

"Who?" Shen Xingyao was shocked. At this moment, she was certain that the pair of eyes she had seen on the stone wall earlier was not an illusion.

Wei Jing decided not to hide himself anymore. He slowly revealed his form from the stone wall and stepped out of it.

"Who are you?" Shen Xingyao asked in surprise. How could this person have sneaked into the cave without the demonic cultivators outside the door?

Most importantly, is the person in front of you an enemy or a friend?

"Fellow Daoist, help me! Help me!" Pan Rou was overjoyed and shouted for help to Wei Jing.

Wei Jing frowned, while Shen Xingyao's expression changed drastically as she hissed, "Shut up, you idiot! Do you want to lure the demonic cultivators outside the cave in?"

"It's over! The demonic cultivators are here." Shen Xingyao's eyes showed despair, but she still focused her gaze on Wei Jing.

Hopefully, this guy who suddenly appeared will bring them a pleasant surprise.

"Who is it?"

"Oh no, there's..." the demonic cultivator shouted, calling for his companions.

The next moment, his voice choked with sobs, and he clutched his neck tightly, tears streaming down his face.

A bloodstained awl fell into Wei Jing's hand.