The path to immortality through demonic cultivation begins with devouring snakes to become immortals

However, Yang Rouchuan did not rush to make a move.

Like a wolf lurking in the shadows, he stared intently at his prey.

Another half hour later.

Yang Rouchuan witnessed Li Xiaobai kill several first- or second-tier demonic beasts with his own eyes, using... a sword.

Moreover, he still couldn't sense the presence of any other humans.

"That's right, early stage of Nascent Soul, no guards or similar figures around him."

"He is definitely human, without a trace of demonic aura. If he were a demon pretending to be weak, he would not understand humans so well, nor would he understand why brothers would turn against each other."

"And..." Yang Rouchuan's eyes flashed with greed.

"He's wearing a storage ring on his hand!"

"This person must be the eldest son of a righteous family. His expression and demeanor are absolutely certain! The fact that he can wear such a storage ring means that he has been pampered since childhood and constantly nourished by rare and precious herbs, which is why he was able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage at such a young age."

"His storage ring must contain abundant resources!"

Yang Rouchuan couldn't help but lick his dry, chapped lips, still showing apprehension in his eyes.

"This kind of person must have something to rely on to dare to venture into the Hundred Thousand Mountains alone. Perhaps he has a life-saving method given to him by his elders in the clan."

"But if I miss this opportunity... I..."

Finally! A fierce glint appeared in the guy's eyes.

He still possesses the foundation of the Integration Stage, and even though he has now fallen to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Stage, he is not someone a junior can contend with! The only thing to be wary of is the other methods this junior possesses.

But that wasn't the young man's own power; as long as he acted quickly enough...

"Huh? The murderous intent... I finally couldn't hold back anymore."

Li Xiaobai appeared calm and collected, but his mind was already on edge.

Damn it! He swept it out when he was only a mile away!

[Name] Yang Rouchuan (Xieyang Sanren)

[Bloodline] Human Race

[Cultivation Level] Mid-stage Integration Stage (temporarily dropped to the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul Stage)

[Techniques, Martial Arts, Techniques, Supernatural Powers] Blood Transformation Technique, Evil Blood Secret Technique, Blood Poison Needles, Blood-Drawing Thousand-Silence Palm, Blood-Drawing Reverse Life Technique, Blood Collapse Technique, Blood Prison Three Layers.

Li Xiaobai: "Woo~"

Hahaha! A powerful cultivator in the Integration Stage has now fallen to the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage!

As the saying goes, even a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs. If I don't bully you, wouldn't I be even worse than a dog? Besides! In the end, his true nature is that of an old monster in the Integration Stage, a seventh-order being! How many Revelation Points is he worth!

If we send his head back to humanity, how much is he worth?!

However, we still need to be careful. This guy is a powerful monster in the Integration Stage, so he definitely has some tricks up his sleeve! And damn it.

The descriptions of those martial arts techniques, skills, and supernatural abilities are longer than my life...

However, the benefits of reading a lot in my past life are now becoming apparent. I can roughly figure out what Yang Rouchuan's magical techniques and supernatural abilities are used for just by thinking about them...

At least we weren't completely unprepared.

Finally! An invisible blood needle shot almost silently toward Li Xiaobai's temple! Li Xiaobai's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Clang!!!"

With his sword raised to block, Li Xiaobai "struggled" to disperse the blood needles, staggering back three steps, each step leaving a deep crater in the ground! A look of panic flashed across his handsome face.

"Who's there! Hiding like a coward! Do you dare to come out and fight me to the death?!"

He frantically swung his sword twice, and the surrounding trees were directly destroyed.

"As expected, he's a greenhorn! Although he has some talent, his cultivation level is clearly boosted by rare and precious materials, making it weak and unsustainable."

"Just one blood needle was enough to throw him into a panic."

Yang Rouchuan sneered, and this time, a dense barrage of blood needles came crashing down! Li Xiaobai's Adam's apple bobbed, and a surge of spiritual power erupted.

They actually scattered all those blood needles one by one!

He seemed to have gained some confidence: "You cowardly rat hiding your head, you must be a heretical cultivator, right? Come out! I can't wait to take your head back to claim credit!"

In the distance, Shanji, Gan An, and Gong Baiwan: "…………"

It's so... so damn similar.

Yang Rouchuan sneered continuously. He patted the storage bag with a pained expression, and in an instant... a puppet that looked almost identical to Yang Rouchuan himself appeared beside him.

"Alas... my dear brother... as your elder brother, I have no choice."

Yang Rouchuan wore a sickly smile.

This was his own brother, born of the same mother! After killing him, he devoured his own blood and then turned him into a puppet.

Originally, I thought this puppet could "die" for me, but now it seems... it's more worthwhile to use it to make money off the prodigy of this righteous family!

It's just a mere puppet. As long as he kills this prodigy, the benefits he can gain are more than ten puppets could provide!

A wisp of soul power was injected into the puppet…

Li Xiaobai looked at the "person" that appeared in front of him and unconsciously took a few steps back.

"Evil... Evil Yang Hermit!!"

"Hehehe∽"

Yang Rouchuan became even more certain that if the guy in front of him was a demon in disguise, not to mention whether he could impersonate him so convincingly, he would have no way of recognizing him!

"You brat! Prepare to die!!"

The puppet charged directly at Li Xiaobai.

Li Xiaobai appeared flustered, but in reality…

【Name】Yang Routang (Blood Puppet)

[Cultivation Level] Mid-Nascent Soul Stage

[Technique] None

……

"Evil Yang Hermit! Your cultivation has fallen so low... it seems I've really gotten a great deal!!"

After only a short exchange, Li Xiaobai began to laugh wildly! His attacks became increasingly fierce.

Yang Rouchuan, still hidden within the formation, shook his head unconsciously.

What a greenhorn, wasting spiritual energy like this... If I were to go up there in my true form, even if my cultivation level had dropped to the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, it wouldn't be difficult to kill him, who was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage, using my own methods.

Let me let you play for a while first.

However! This kid is a sword cultivator! His offensive capabilities are truly formidable.

Another quarter of an hour passed! Panting heavily, Li Xiaobai finally slew the puppet with his sword!

In Yang Rouchuan's eyes, this guy was full of flaws! He had no defenses after killing the enemy and was about to be beheaded. He was probably in a hurry to go back and claim credit!

Sure enough! The puppet, which was already dead, grabbed the storage ring from Li Xiaobai's hand and threw it far away!

Even the jade belt around his waist was torn off and thrown far away!

"How dare you ambush me! You're asking for death!!!"

Li Xiaobai crushed the puppet and ripped off its head.

Before he could even retrieve his storage ring and jade belt, a powerful aura of cultivation enveloped him without warning.

"Clap clap clap clap clap clap!"

With a mocking smile on his face, Yang Rouchuan clapped his hands and revealed his figure.

"What a spirited young swordsman! What a gifted prodigy!"

Li Xiaobai pointed at Yang Rouchuan in shock: "You... Xieyang Sanren! You...you're not dead?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xiaobai gritted his teeth and sped off in the direction where his storage ring had been thrown away…