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

As information flooded in, Nangong Yehua gradually grasped the secrets of the Water Tornado Technique.

He felt his control over the water increasing, as if he could manipulate the surrounding water flow at will.

A thought struck him, and ripples began to spread across the surrounding water. Then, a stream of water quickly converged, forming a small tornado.

Nangong Yehua nodded in satisfaction, knowing that this was only the initial application of the water tornado technique.

As he continued to cultivate and comprehend, the power of the Water Tornado Technique would become even stronger. He put away the Myriad Soul Banner and the Water Tornado Technique.

Nangong Yehua stood at the bow of the boat, gazing at the vast and boundless Tongtian River ahead.

The river before us resembles a giant dragon winding its way through, its shimmering surface reflecting the glow of the sunset.

He felt the boat gently swaying on the water, and a surge of adventurous impulse welled up inside him.

"Since this ship can withstand the erosion of the Tongtian River without being destroyed, then we don't need to wait for the transport ship from Yuncheng."

Nangong Yehua silently recited this in his heart.

Chapter 232 Finally Arriving at the Western Paradise

Nangong Yehua decided to use the ship to continue her journey to the west on the other side.

He turned and went back to the cabin to check the ship's facilities to make sure everything was working properly.

He gently pushed the rudder, and the ship slowly turned, pointing towards the western horizon.

At Nangong Yehua's command, the boat beneath their feet slowly began to move. The boat traced a graceful arc across the water, heading west towards the opposite bank.

The river water surged on both sides of the boat, making a rushing sound, as if bidding him farewell.

Standing at the bow of the boat, Nangong Yehua let the breeze caress her face, her heart filled with anticipation and excitement.

He knew that the road ahead was full of unknowns and challenges, but he was prepared to face them all.

As the boat sailed, the scenery on both banks began to change. The green hills and clear waters gradually disappeared, replaced by a desolate rocky beach and exposed rocks.

However, Nangong Yehua did not back down because of this. He resolutely steered the ship and continued westward.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Nangong Yehua's figure appeared exceptionally resolute and brave.

Nangong Yehua stood inside the cabin, his eyes gleaming with determination and anticipation. He took a deep breath, formed hand seals, and unleashed a clone technique.

Instantly, a clone that looked exactly like him appeared beside him.

"You take control of the ship; I'm going to begin my cultivation."

Nangong Yehua spoke to his clone, his voice filled with confidence and determination.

The clone nodded, transformed into a streak of light, disappeared from its original spot, and then reappeared at the bow of the ship, where it began to skillfully steer the ship forward.

Meanwhile, Nangong Yehua's true form sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to immerse himself in cultivation.

Time passed quietly, and the boat continued to move forward on the Tongtian River.

After an unknown amount of time, Nangong Yehua suddenly felt the ship rocking. He immediately opened his eyes and stopped using his clone technique.

He stepped outside the boat and saw that what lay ahead was no longer the turbulent Tongtian River, but unfamiliar land.

A vast, boundless desert stretched out before us.

Golden sand dunes undulate like ocean waves, stretching all the way to the horizon.

Sunlight spills onto the sand, creating layers of golden halos, as if draping this desert in a mysterious veil.

The air was thick with a dry, scorching heat, almost enough to ignite one's skin.

A gust of wind blew by, and the sand grains rose with the wind, dancing in the air and forming flowing sand walls.

Requesting flowers

In the distance, one can occasionally see a few tenacious plants growing alone in the desert, bringing a glimmer of life to this desolate land.

As Nangong Yehua felt the vastness and solitude of this desert, an urge to explore welled up in his heart.

He knew that this desert held endless secrets and dangers, but it was also full of opportunities and challenges.

He took a deep breath of the scorching air, cast his gaze into the distance, and thought to himself, "Western bald monks, here I come!"

Nangong Yehua stood at the edge of the desert, a beam of light condensing in his hand, which he then gently waved.

The ship gradually shrank under the light, eventually transforming into an exquisite jade talisman that fell into his palm.

This is a minor technique from Nangong Yehua's previous Mahayana memories; it can store and carry various items, making it extremely convenient.

After putting away the boat, Nangong Yehua took out a map from the Qian Shen Sect from his storage bag and carefully examined the directions and markings on it.

His gaze swept across the map, finally settling on a location marked "Fanyu City".

That was a place with a large Western population, and it was also the destination he wanted to reach on this trip.

Chapter 233 Western Prosperous City

Nangong Yehua stepped into the desert, each step taken with extreme caution.

The sand beneath my feet was soft and fine, but in this boundless golden sea, every step seemed to carry unknown risks.

He gripped the map he had received from the Asagami Sect tightly, his gaze unwavering, unmoved by the desolation around him.

The sun relentlessly scorched the earth, and the air in the desert seemed to be distorted by the heat.

Nangong Yehua felt his skin burning hot from the sun, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, constantly moving forward.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and eventually disappeared among the grains of sand.

The desert wind howled through the air, whipping up sandstorms. Nangong Yehua quickly closed her eyes and covered her mouth and nose with her sleeve to avoid being hurt by the sand.

When the storm passed, he opened his eyes and found that the scene ahead was blurred, with sand and dust covering all the paths.

He had to stop and use the map to reconfirm his direction.

In this silent desert, Nangong Yehua could only hear his own heavy breathing and the occasional sound of sand grains rolling.

He felt an unprecedented loneliness and isolation, but the belief in his heart made him more determined to move forward.

He continued forward, observing his surroundings from time to time, searching for possible clues.

Life in the desert is extremely scarce, but he remains vigilant and always ready to deal with any potential dangers.

As time went by, Nangong Yehua gradually adapted to the desert environment.

His steps became more steady, and his gaze more determined.

that's it

Nangong Yehua tirelessly traversed the desert, his figure weaving through the golden dunes, becoming a unique sight in this vast desert landscape.

The desert sun hung high, its rays falling upon him and bathing him in a golden glow.

After an unknown amount of time, Nangong Yehua spotted a monk at the edge of her vision.

The monk, dressed in a robe and holding prayer beads, sat quietly on a huge rock, his eyes slightly closed, as if in deep thought.

Nangong Yehua's heart stirred, and he slowed his pace, gradually approaching.

As the distance closed, Nangong Yehua noticed that although the monk's aura was calm, he was not a Golden Core stage expert.

Nangong Yehua was a little disappointed. He walked to the monk's side and nodded slightly in greeting.

"Master, hello," Nangong Yehua asked, his voice revealing a hint of respect.

The monk opened his eyes, looked at Nangong Yehua, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He smiled slightly and said:

"Benefactor, have you also come to this desert seeking opportunities?"

Nangong Yehua nodded and replied:

"Yes, I have heard that there are many monks in the western lands, so I wanted to come and find out."

The monk nodded in understanding. He continued:

"There are indeed many monks in the West who practice Buddhism and seek inner peace and transcendence."

"If you are interested, you may wish to visit some temples; you may find something of value there."

After bidding farewell to the wise monk, Nangong Yehua continued her journey to the more populated western regions.

Although his steps were slightly tired, his eyes were full of expectation and determination.

After several days of trekking, he finally arrived at the place with the largest number of Westerners – “Fanyu City”.

This city stands on the edge of the desert, like a dazzling pearl set in a golden sea of ​​sand.

The city walls are tall and sturdy, carved with various mysterious symbols and patterns, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

Chapter 234 A Discussion Between the Masters of Jingchan Temple

Standing before the city gate of Fanyu City, Nangong Yehua gazed at this exotic city and felt a surge of inexplicable excitement.

He took a deep breath, savoring the unique aroma of sand and spices mingling in the air, as if he could smell the city's long history and culture.

As he stepped through the city gate, the first thing that caught his eye was a bustling street.

The streets are lined with various shops and stalls, filled with all sorts of strange goods and handicrafts, and the shouts of vendors and the sounds of customers bargaining can be heard from time to time.

Nangong Yehua looked around curiously, his gaze drawn to a teahouse with quaint decorations.

He entered the teahouse and found a seat by the window. The teahouse was filled with a faint aroma of tea, which was very pleasant.

Nangong Yehua ordered a pot of local specialty tea and began to savor it.

He closed his eyes, savoring the aroma of the tea lingering in his mouth, and the image of the monk he had met in the desert involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

"Perhaps I should visit the temples in this city."

Nangong Yehua thought to himself. After finishing his tea, he got up and left the teahouse, heading towards the temple.

After asking around and making inquiries along the way, Nangong Yehua finally arrived at the most famous temple in Fanyu City – "Jingchan Temple".

The temple is solemn and dignified, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace.

He entered the temple and saw incense smoke swirling around him, with monks chanting sutras and praying for blessings.

Nangong Yehua strolled through the temple, soaking in the atmosphere.

He noticed an elderly monk meditating quietly in a corner, so he went up to him and respectfully bowed.

"Hello, Master."

Nangong Yehua said,

“I am a traveler from afar. I have heard that the Buddhism here is profound, so I have come to visit.”

The monk opened his eyes, looked at Nangong Yehua, and a hint of kindness flashed in his eyes. He smiled slightly and said:

"It is truly a fortunate coincidence that you have come from afar. If you do not mind, you may come with me to my meditation room for a chat."

Nangong Yehua nodded gratefully and followed the monk to the meditation room.

In the meditation room, they enjoyed tea, discussed philosophy, and talked about Buddhism.

Nangong Yehua was deeply impressed by the monk's profound Buddhist teachings and wisdom, and her heart was filled with respect and gratitude.

During their conversation in the meditation room, Nangong Yehua was captivated by the profound Buddhist teachings of the monk master, but another thought lingered in her mind.

He took a deep breath, gently put down the teacup in his hand, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes.

"This old bald monk is at the Golden Core stage; I can make my move," Nangong Yehua thought to himself.

“Master, your Buddhist teachings are profound and admirable. However, I have been practicing for many years and have also dabbled in martial arts.”

"I wonder if the master would be willing to spar with me, make friends through martial arts, and explore the true meaning of martial arts together?"

Nangong Yehua asked respectfully, but her words were laced with hidden meaning.

The monk was slightly taken aback, then a calm smile appeared on his face.

He stood up, clasped his hands together, and nodded slightly, saying:

“Since you have this intention, I will gladly oblige. However, let us spar and stop short of causing any discord.”

Nangong Yehua's heart stirred, and he thought to himself:

"This old bald monk is indeed extraordinary; he was able to sense my intentions." But on the surface, he maintained a respectful demeanor and nodded in agreement.

The two left the meditation room and came to the open space in the backyard of the temple.