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

Nangong Yehua strolled around Yuncheng, experiencing the unique charm of this ancient city.

Sunlight streamed through the clouds onto the streets, adding a touch of warmth to this ancient city.

He strolled through the narrow alleyways paved with bluestone slabs, the houses on both sides were simple and elegant, and the walls were covered with the marks of time.

The shops lining both sides of the street were dazzling, and various unique products and handicrafts attracted Nangong Yehua's attention.

He walked into an antique shop, which was filled with all kinds of antiques and artifacts, each of which seemed to tell an ancient story.

He stopped to admire them, feeling the historical atmosphere emanating from these antiques.

Afterwards, Nangong Yehua went to a teahouse. The teahouse was filled with a faint aroma of tea, and several customers sat around a table, chatting and sipping their tea.

Chapter 218 The Demonic Courtyard

He found a seat by the window and ordered a pot of local specialty tea.

The tea was poured into the cup, releasing a rich aroma. He took a small sip and immediately felt refreshed and invigorated.

The teahouse owner was a warm and hospitable man. When he saw that Nangong Yehua was from out of town, he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him.

The boss introduced Nangong Yehua to the history and culture of Yuncheng, and also shared some local legends and anecdotes.

Hua listened with great interest and gained a deeper understanding of the ancient city.

After visiting the teahouse, Nangong Yehua went to the market. The market was bustling with people, and all kinds of goods were on display.

He wandered through the crowd, admiring the various unique goods and local delicacies.

He sampled several snacks, each one delicious and satisfying, which he thoroughly enjoyed.

Nangong Yehua strolled around Yuncheng, and the scenery and people on both sides of the street gradually became familiar.

However, as he walked through a quiet alley, a quaint little courtyard suddenly caught his eye.

Hidden among numerous residences, this small courtyard appears exceptionally quiet, as if isolated from the world.

As a former great demon cultivator, Nangong Yehua has a keen sense of demonic energy.

He stopped and examined the area closely, discovering that there seemed to be a strong demonic aura surging within the courtyard.

This aura was very similar to the demonic energy he was familiar with, yet it was also different, carrying a more ancient and profound charm.

Nangong Yehua's heart stirred, and he decided to go and investigate.

Nangong Yehua stood in front of the small courtyard that exuded a demonic aura, just as he was about to investigate.

Suddenly, he felt a slight force coming from behind, followed by a voice in his ear:

"You're new here, aren't you? Not just anyone can come into this courtyard."

He turned around abruptly and saw a middle-aged man in a gray robe standing behind him, smiling at him.

The man was of medium build and had an ordinary face, but his eyes gleamed with a shrewdness.

Nangong Yehua was slightly taken aback, then cupped his hands and said:

"My name is Nangong Yehua. I am new to this place and do not know what is special about this courtyard. I would appreciate your guidance, senior."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said:

"I am one of the guardians of Yuncheng, named Lu Feng. Although I don't know much about the secrets of this demonic energy, I do know the rules of this courtyard."

He paused, his expression turning serious, and then warned:

“Nangong Yehua, I must remind you that no one can enter this courtyard without the city lord’s permission.”

"It is not only the key place to seal the evil energy, but also a forbidden area of ​​Yuncheng. Anyone who trespasses will be severely punished."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua, though curious, understood the importance of prioritizing the matter. He nodded solemnly and said:

“Senior Lu, I understand. I will not trespass into this courtyard. However, I would still like to ask how to obtain the city lord's permission?”

Lu Feng pondered for a moment, then said:

“The city lords do not easily receive guests, much less grant permission.”

"But if you have a good reason and sincerity, you might be able to give it a try. You can go to the city lord's mansion, explain your purpose and intentions to the city lord, and see if he will grant you an audience."

Standing in front of the small courtyard that exuded a demonic aura, Nangong Yehua felt a strong impulse surge within him.

As a former great demon cultivator, he knew that demonic energy was both a danger and an opportunity for cultivators.

Chapter 219 Permission? Guess if I even care?

He sensed the power of that demonic aura, as if an alluring force was beckoning him, making him want to possess it and use it to enhance his own cultivation.

He thought to himself:

"This demonic energy is so powerful; if I can absorb it, it will definitely greatly increase my cultivation level."

"But that man's words also reminded me that this demonic energy is no ordinary thing. If I act rashly, I might get burned."

Nangong Yehua stood outside the courtyard, her eyes fixed intently on the tightly closed gate, but she had already made up her mind.

For him, the allure of increasing his cultivation level far outweighed the constraints of adhering to the city lord's rules. He knew that the opportunity was fleeting and he had to act quickly.

Regardless of the city lord's permission, he turned and left the courtyard, beginning his search for a suitable inn nearby.

After searching for a while, he found a quiet and secluded inn and settled in.

After resting briefly at the inn, Nangong Yehua began preparing for the night's operation.

He carefully inspected his equipment and magical artifacts to ensure that everything was in optimal condition.

Meanwhile, he was also silently organizing his plans in his mind, thinking about how to sneak into the courtyard without being discovered.

Outside the window, the sun gradually sets, and the sky transitions from bright azure to warm orange-red, then slowly turns into deep blue-black.

The number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased, and the noise slowly subsided, as if the entire city of Yuncheng had fallen into a deep sleep.

Nangong Yehua sat in the room with her eyes slightly closed, but her mind was unusually clear.

He went over his plan again and again, making sure he remembered every detail.

At the same time, he silently adjusted his state of mind, keeping his emotions calm and preparing for the upcoming action.

Time slipped by little by little, and before we knew it, it was already late at night.

The lights inside the inn gradually dimmed, with only the occasional chirping of insects outside the window and the distant calls of the night watchman breaking the silence of the night.

Nangong Yehua stood up, gently pushed open the window, and a cool breeze swept in, carrying the unique freshness and coolness of the night.

He took a deep breath, savoring the tranquility of the night, his heart filled with curiosity and anticipation for the unknown.

He knew that what he was about to do was both dangerous and challenging.

But he did not back down, because he knew that only by going through such challenges could he become stronger.

Nangong Yehua gently closed the window, turned around and picked up the equipment and magical artifacts that she had prepared beforehand.

He knew he had waited long enough; it was time to set off.

As night fell, Yuncheng was enveloped in silence.

Nangong Yehua quietly left the inn, her figure flickering like a ghost in the darkness.

He evaded the patrolling guards, using the shadows and corners of the street as cover, and cautiously advanced toward his target.

After a long period of stealth, Nangong Yehua finally arrived at the gate of that small courtyard again.

Moonlight filtered through the clouds, casting dappled shadows on the courtyard wall. He stood in the shadows, gazing at the tightly closed gate, his heart filled with tension and anticipation.

Nangong Yehua knew that what he was about to do was not only a challenge to his cultivation, but also a test of his courage and wisdom.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then slowly approached the courtyard gate.

He gently pushed open the courtyard gate, making a slight creak.

Chapter 220 Nighttime Infiltration

He immediately looked around alertly, making sure he hadn't attracted anyone's attention. Then, he quickly slipped into the courtyard and disappeared into the darkness.

Once inside the courtyard, Nangong Yehua proceeded with even greater caution.

He groped his way forward in the darkness, relying on the faint moonlight and his own senses.

He knew he couldn't make a sound, nor could he allow the demonic energy to detect his presence.

As soon as Nangong Yehua entered the small courtyard, he was immediately surrounded by a strong aura of evil.

An indescribable darkness and oppression permeated the courtyard, as if even the air itself had been stained black by this atmosphere.

Moonlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting dappled shadows on the bluestone slabs in the courtyard, yet it could not dispel the heavy atmosphere.

Nangong Yehua looked around and saw that the small courtyard was lush with vegetation, but every leaf seemed to be corrupted by demonic energy, presenting an eerie black color.

His gaze finally settled on the ancient stone platform, where a cloud of dark mist swirled, the very source of the demonic aura.

The demonic energy seemed to have a life of its own, churning and surging in the darkness, emitting a low and eerie howl.

Nangong Yehua could sense the violence and destruction contained in that power, but at the same time, he also sensed an alluring temptation, as if beckoning him to absorb this power.

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He knew that he was standing on the edge of danger, and that he could be swallowed up by this evil aura if he was not careful.

But he also understands that only by facing challenges bravely can he gain greater strength.

Nangong Yehua slowly walked towards the stone platform, each step appearing unusually heavy.

He felt as if he were traversing an endless darkness, with every step filled with unknowns and dangers.

But he did not back down; instead, he became even more determined.

Finally, he arrived before the stone platform. He stretched out his hand and slowly reached towards the wisp of demonic energy.

He could feel the power surging in his hands, as if it were about to break through his palms and enter his body.

He gritted his teeth and did his best to resist the impact of that force.

At this moment, Nangong Yehua knew that his battle against the demonic energy had only just begun.

He must be extremely careful, otherwise, if he were to be controlled by the demonic energy, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just as Nangong Yehua was concentrating on absorbing the demonic energy, a series of soft footsteps broke the silence of the night.

He felt a chill run down his spine and immediately realized that someone was walking towards the courtyard.

Nangong Yehua didn't have time to think much. She quickly withdrew her hand that was reaching for the demonic energy and turned to find a hiding place.

He moved nimbly among the plants and trees in the yard, using the shadows and darkness as cover to avoid making any noise.

His heart was racing, but his mind was unusually clear.

He knew he couldn't reveal himself now, or his plan would fall apart and he might be in even greater danger. He held his breath and listened intently to the sounds coming from outside the courtyard.

The footsteps grew closer, and Nangong Yehua nervously hid behind a thicket of bushes.

Through the gaps in the branches and leaves, he could vaguely see two figures walking towards the courtyard. They seemed to be talking in hushed tones, but their voices were too soft for Nangong Yehua to hear.

He was anxious, but he could only wait patiently. He knew that he had to remain calm and patient at this moment, waiting for the right opportunity to act.

He clenched his fists tightly, feeling the sweat on his palms, and silently told himself: I must restrain myself and not act impulsively.

Chapter 221 A Demon in Monk's Clothing!

Finally, the two figures stopped at the entrance of the courtyard.

As the footsteps grew clearer, two figures slowly entered the courtyard.

Nangong Yehua quickly concealed himself in the shadows, holding his breath and carefully observing the two uninvited guests.

The first thing that catches the eye is a middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes.

He wore a brocade robe embroidered with golden dragon patterns, the hem of which fluttered in the wind, making him appear noble and dignified.

His face was resolute, and his brows exuded an imposing aura.

Her jet-black hair was meticulously styled into a bun, adorned with a gemstone that shimmered with captivating light.

His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, as if he could see through everything.

Following closely behind was a bald monk. He wore a simple gray robe, a wide cloth belt around his waist, and straw sandals on his feet.

His face was kind and peaceful, and his eyes were deep and bright, as if 077 could see through all the troubles of the world.

His bald head stood out strikingly in the sunlight, and his skin had a healthy bronze hue.