Crossover: The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, starting with cultivation with the Six Flowers Im

Nangong Yehua felt a chill run down his spine. He knew the purpose of this evil demon's temple construction—to cultivate by absorbing the yang energy of living people.

This cultivation method is evil and cruel; it not only takes the lives of innocent people but also twists and darkens the minds of cultivators.

4. Nangong Yehua stood deep within the abandoned temple, surrounded by an aura of evil, yet he remained unusually calm. He narrowed his eyes slightly, a surge of disdain rising within him.

"You're not qualified to try your hand at evil ways in front of me."

He sneered inwardly as memories of his past life flooded back, vividly recalling the days he fought against demons and evil spirits.

As a Mahayana demon cultivator, his understanding of the demonic path far surpasses that of these low-level demons.

Nangong Yehua knew that although these evil demons could absorb yang energy to cultivate, their cultivation methods were crude and inefficient, and far removed from the true demonic path.

In their eyes, they may think they have grasped the essence of the demonic path, but in Nangong Yehua's view, it is nothing more than the tip of the iceberg.

A surge of heroic spirit welled up within him, as if he had returned to the era of his past life when he reigned supreme in the demonic path and was invincible.

Just as Nangong Yehua was immersed in the glorious memories of his past life, his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden voice:

"Young man, I see you as a promising talent. Would you be willing to join my Demon Fox Clan?" His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an irresistible allure.

Nangong Yehua sneered inwardly. In his previous life, he was a Mahayana demon cultivator and was already accustomed to all kinds of temptations and tricks of the demonic path.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing through the dim temple and landing on a figure resembling a fox spirit.

The figure slowly emerged from behind the broken Buddha statue, a pair of eyes gleaming with cunning intently fixed on him.

Nangong Yehua outwardly feigned fear, but inwardly remained calm. He knew full well that this demonic fox merely wanted to use him, so he answered with feigned panic:

"Really? You're not going to eat me, are you?" His voice trembled slightly, as if he was truly terrified by the demonic fox.

However, Nangong Yehua's eyes gleamed with determination and composure.

He knew he couldn't easily trust the fox spirit's words, and he couldn't put himself in danger.

He secretly mobilized his internal energy, preparing to deal with any potential dangers at any time.

The demonic fox, seeing Nangong Yehua's fearful expression, gleamed with smugness. It continued its seductive plea:

"As long as you join my Demon Fox Clan, I can guarantee that your cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds, and may even surpass your achievements in your previous life."

Nangong Yehua's inward sneer deepened; he knew this demonic fox was just boasting. But he still feigned interest and continued to ask:

"So what do I need to do?"

In the dimly lit temple, the fox's figure appeared even more mysterious and eerie.

It presented Nangong Yehua with a shocking condition:

"Boy, if you want to join my Demon Fox clan, you must willingly offer yourself up for me to devour. Only then will your soul and power become a part of my Demon Fox clan."

Chapter 215 The Ten Thousand Soul Flags are launched!

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua sneered inwardly. In his previous life, he was a Mahayana cultivator of demonic cultivation, and he was already very familiar with the cruelty and cunning of the demonic path.

He understood that the fox demon was testing him, trying to exploit his fear and hesitation to achieve its own goals.

However, Nangong Yehua did not show any panic or fear.

He knew that in this situation, only by remaining calm and resolute could he find an opportunity to fight back.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as he stared at the demonic fox.

Seeing that Nangong Yehua didn't react, the demon fox became somewhat puzzled. It continued in a seductive tone:

"If you are willing, your cultivation and power will be greatly improved, and it may even surpass your achievements in your previous life. This is an opportunity that so many people dream of."

Nangong Yehua remained unmoved, coldly replying:

"You think I'd be swayed by such a low-level temptation? You're just showing off your limited skills before an expert."

Seeing Nangong Yehua's resolute attitude, the demon fox couldn't help but feel somewhat annoyed.

It let out a low roar, and its body instantly grew enormous, emanating a powerful demonic aura that enveloped the entire temple.

However, Nangong Yehua was not intimidated. He took a deep breath and mobilized the demonic power within his body.

He knew it was time to strike back.

He flashed and disappeared from his spot, appearing behind the demon fox.

He formed a hand seal, and a powerful demonic force erupted from his palms, striking the demonic fox directly in the back.

The demon fox was caught off guard by Nangong Yehua's sudden attack. It let out a scream and was sent flying backward by the blow.

It struggled to its feet, its eyes flashing with anger and resentment, preparing to attack Nangong Yehua again.

However, Nangong Yehua did not give it that chance. He flashed again and appeared above the demon fox's head.

He clasped his hands together, and a powerful beam of demonic light descended from the sky, enveloping the demonic fox.

The demonic fox let out a shrill scream under the bombardment of the beam of light, and finally turned into a wisp of black smoke, dissipating into the air.

After defeating the demonic fox, Nangong Yehua did not relax in the slightest. He knew that although these evil demons had been defeated, their souls were still valuable.

So he quickly took out his magic weapon from his previous life—the Myriad Souls Banner—from the system's inventory.

This Ten Thousand Souls Banner was meticulously crafted by him in his previous life. Its surface is covered with complex demonic runes and emits a faint glow.

On the banner, it seemed as if countless souls were wandering, emitting low and eerie sounds.

It can not only suppress evil spirits, but also refine them and transform them into its own power.

Nangong Yehua stood in the center of the temple, holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. He closed his eyes, sensing the lingering aura of the little demon fox in the air.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, waved the Myriad Souls Banner in his hand, and a black beam of light shot out from the banner, directly hitting a barely perceptible fluctuation in the air.

The fluctuation was instantly drawn by the beam of light, transforming into a dark, ghostly entity.

This was the soul of the little fox demon, struggling to escape, but it was powerless before the power of the Myriad Soul Banner.

Under the glow of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the little fox's soul was slowly drawn in, and it suddenly let out a terrified, high-pitched human voice:

"You're also a demonic cultivator? This is the Demonic Cultivator's Treasure, the Myriad Soul Banner!" The voice trembled with disbelief.

Then it began to beg for mercy:

"Spare me! Let me go! I'm willing to be your servant and serve you!"

The voice was filled with fear and despair.

Chapter 216 A Little Interlude in the West!

Her voice was filled with fear and despair. However, Nangong Yehua was already used to such pleas for mercy.

In those long years of his past life, he had heard too many similar pleas for mercy and seen too many souls struggling in despair.

He was not swayed by these voices; on the contrary, they strengthened his resolve.

He watched coldly as the little demon fox's soul gradually disappeared in the light of the Myriad Souls Banner, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

He knew that the little demon fox's soul would become part of his demonic power and be used by him.

The night was as dark as ink, and all was silent. After putting away the Wan077 Soul Banner, Nangong Yehua's figure stood out exceptionally tall in the night.

His eyes were deep, as if they could see through everything in the world. Back at the inn, he pushed open the door, and a faint aroma of tea wafted in, adding a touch of tranquility to the quiet night.

Nangong Yehua walked lightly towards the room, pushed open the door, and a warm feeling rushed towards her.

He took off his outer garment and hung it on the hanger beside him, then sat cross-legged on the bed. He closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, placed them on his dantian (lower abdomen), and began to meditate and gather his qi.

His breathing gradually became calm and deep, as if it had merged with the surrounding air.

His mind was free of any distractions, only a profound tranquility. Within this tranquility, his aura began to gather, gradually forming a powerful current within his body.

As time went on, the airflow grew stronger and stronger, as if it were about to burst through his body.

But Nangong Yehua remained unmoved, maintaining his meditation posture and letting the energy flow through his body.

A faint smile appeared on his face, as if he could already feel the power brought by that current of air.

As the night passed, the sky gradually turned a pale white. Nangong Yehua slowly opened his eyes, his gaze full of spirit.

He felt as if his body had been revitalized, and all his fatigue had vanished.

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and felt much lighter.

As the sky gradually turned a pale white, Nangong Yehua had already packed her bags and was preparing to embark on her journey to the West.

He stood in front of the inn, gazing at the gradually brightening east, his eyes shining with determination.

In the morning light, Nangong Yehua's figure appeared exceptionally upright. He took a deep breath of the fresh air, feeling the tranquility and vitality of the early morning.

He knew that the new day was full of unknowns and challenges, but he was prepared.

He stepped lightly out of the inn and embarked on his journey to the west.

The morning dew dampened the tips of his shoes, but he didn't care. His steps were firm and powerful, as if each step contained boundless strength.

On the road, he would occasionally pass by early risers or vendors.

Some hurried along, while others chatted leisurely. Nangong Yehua simply nodded slightly in acknowledgment before continuing on his way. He had only one goal in mind—the West.

As time went by, the sun gradually rose, and golden sunlight bathed the earth.

Bathed in the sunlight, Nangong Yehua felt warm and comfortable. He quickened his pace, as if he could sense a call from ahead.

Although the journey was long and arduous, Nangong Yehua did not back down in the slightest.

He believed that as long as he persevered, he would surely reach his destination.

His eyes were filled with determination and resolve, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward.

And so, at the crack of dawn, Nangong Yehua set off on her journey to the West.

His figure gradually receded into the distance under the rising sun, until it disappeared on the distant horizon.

Chapter 217 The Border River

After several days of travel, Nangong Yehua finally arrived at the Tongtian River, the border between the Northern Heaven Kingdom and the West.

This is a vast wetland with a boundless river that shimmers and sparkles, seemingly connecting with the sky.

The Tongtian River, as the border between the Northern Heaven Kingdom and the West, is a place of terrifying danger.

The river surged and roared, its waves seemingly brimming with boundless fury and power. Beneath the surface, undercurrents surged and whirlpools formed, threatening to sweep passing travelers into the abyss at any moment.

On both sides of the river, huge rocks are jagged, as if they have been eroded beyond recognition by the years and wind and rain.

The gaps between these boulders are narrow and bottomless; a slight misstep could send one tumbling in, with no certainty of life or death.

The creatures in the river are even more bizarre and unpredictable. Occasionally, a huge water monster will emerge from the water, revealing a ferocious face that sends chills down your spine.

As night falls, the Tongtian River becomes even more eerie and terrifying.

The moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, with only faint starlight falling on the river's surface, adding to the mystery and eeriness.

The river shimmered with a ghostly light under the moonlight, as if countless souls were wandering in its depths.

Nangong Yehua hurried upwards.

After several days of trekking, Nangong Yehua finally arrived at Yuncheng, an ancient city near the Tongtian River.

This city is famous for its boat transport and is a necessary stop on the Tongtian River.

Yuncheng sits on the banks of the Tongtian River, ancient and tranquil. The city walls are majestic, with the marks of time etched upon their surface.

The streets in the city are wide and clean, and the shops on both sides are full of various unique products and local delicacies that are dazzling.

As Nangong Yehua entered Yuncheng, she was immediately drawn to the bustling scene.

He walked through the bustling streets and arrived at the boat dock.

Several enormous transport ships were moored at the dock. These ships had unique shapes, wide hulls, and were decorated with exquisite patterns and carvings, making them appear both ancient and mysterious.

Nangong Yehua asked a boatman about crossing the river.

The boatman told him that the Yunzhou boat was a unique mode of transportation in Yuncheng, capable of safely and reliably navigating the turbulent waves and whirlpools of the Tongtian River.

However, due to the extreme danger of the Tongtian River, each crossing requires a high fee, and the boatmen decide whether to set sail based on the weather and river conditions.

Asking for flowers

Nangong Yehua was somewhat disappointed to learn that the transport boat only ran once every two weeks.

I thought I could cross the river to the west immediately, but I didn't expect that I would have to wait for more than ten days.

He stood on the dock, gazing at the wide Tongtian River, and a wave of emotion washed over him.