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

His figure rose and fell rapidly in the cave, each descent and rise filled with power and rhythm.

As the number of push-ups increased, Nangong Yehua's body seemed to enter a wonderful state.

His muscles became stronger and more powerful through constant training, and the spiritual energy within him surged and grew continuously.

He felt as if he had become one with the world around him, and every breath he took was full of vitality and energy.

The cultivation level displayed on the system panel was constantly fluctuating and increasing.

Chapter 245 Golden Blood Peak "Nine Levels"

Each time Nangong Yehua completes a push-up task, his cultivation level will increase accordingly.

"Quest completed, one level of cultivation gained."

Sixth level of Golden Blood!

"Quest completed, one level of cultivation gained."

The seventh level of golden blood!

"Quest completed, one level of cultivation gained."

Eightfold Golden Blood!

His strength was constantly increasing, and his will was constantly being tempered.

Despite the increasingly challenging tasks, Nangong Yehua showed no signs of fatigue or slackness.

He firmly believes that only through continuous effort and perseverance can one reach a higher level. He constantly challenges his limits and surpasses his own records.

As the sand in the cave was soaked with his sweat, and his figure became blurred in the cave, Nangong Yehua finally completed the task of 100,000 push-ups.

His cultivation reached a new level at this moment, and his physical strength and willpower were greatly enhanced.

"Quest completed, one level of cultivation gained."

Ninefold Golden Blood!

After Nangong Yehua completed that incredible 100,000 push-ups, his body seemed to undergo a complete transformation.

A tremendous power surged forth from his body, and the entire cave seemed to tremble slightly under his aura.

His skin became as hard as metal, radiating a faint golden light, as if flowing blood was shimmering within it—a unique characteristic of the Golden Blood Realm.

This golden light was not an external decoration, but a manifestation of the high integration of his internal energy and cultivation, with every drop of blood containing powerful energy.

Nangong Yehua's muscles were more defined, as if they had been meticulously sculpted, and they were full of explosive power.

His every breath was like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, carrying a powerful pressure that made the surrounding air tremble.

His gaze became deep and sharp, as if it could see through all illusions. Golden light shimmered in his pupils, a symbol of his cultivation reaching the ninth level of the Golden Blood Realm.

At this moment, he resembled a majestic mountain, steady and resolute, making his presence impossible to ignore.

Nangong Yehua felt that her connection with heaven and earth had become even closer.

He can clearly sense the flow of spiritual energy around him and even guide it to his own use.

His perception was greatly enhanced; neither the faintest sounds in the distance nor the slightest tremors on the ground could escape his ears and mind.

As his cultivation level improved, Nangong Yehua's body became lighter and more agile.

He felt as if he could control his body at will, unleashing maximum power whether jumping, running, or attacking.

Nangong Yehua felt the powerful energy surging within her body, and her heart was filled with shock and joy.

"Now that my cultivation has greatly improved, it should be easier to kill the bald monk."

Nangong Yehua silently recited the words to himself, a confident smile involuntarily appearing on his lips.

"You bald monks, I'm coming!"

(He turned and strode confidently toward the cave's exit. Each step was firm and powerful, as if he were transmitting his strength and determination throughout the cave.)

When he reached the cave entrance, he took a deep breath, then leaped up and disappeared into the cave in an instant.

When Nangong Yehua reappeared, he was already standing on the surface of the desert. Sunlight shone on him, the golden light reflecting off his skin.

Chapter 246 Tianling Temple

Nangong Yehua stood on the edge of the desert, the golden sunlight shining on him, giving him a sacred glow.

His eyes were firm, filled with determination and conviction. He knew the road to Tianling Temple would be fraught with challenges and dangers, but he was prepared.

He took a deep breath, feeling the unique atmosphere of the desert: the howling wind, the flying sand, and the faint incense from the distant Tianling Temple.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then began to walk with firm steps.

On the way to Tianling Temple, Nangong Yehua constantly cultivated and honed himself.

He seized every opportunity to improve his 093 cultivation level and strength, whether it was fighting monsters in the desert or using spiritual energy for cultivation, he did not let any opportunity slip by.

As time went by, Nangong Yehua's power grew stronger and stronger, and his cultivation reached a new level.

He felt as if his body had merged with the heavens and earth, and he could clearly perceive all the changes around him.

His will also became more resolute, and he was able to persevere no matter what difficulties and challenges he encountered.

Finally, Nangong Yehua arrived at Tianling Temple. The temple was solemn and sacred, exuding a faint fragrance of incense.

He stood at the entrance, took a deep breath, and then stepped into the temple.

Inside Tianling Temple, all was peaceful and serene. When Nangong Yehua stepped into the temple, he did not attract much attention.

The monks continued their daily practice and chanting, with only a few monks responsible for receiving guests approaching to inquire.

"What brings you here from afar, benefactor?"

A young monk stepped forward. He had a kind face, but his eyes revealed a hint of detachment from worldly people.

Nangong Yehua's gaze was firm, and he spoke frankly:

"I came here to cultivate and fight. I have heard that Tianling Temple has many eminent monks, so I came to learn from them."

Upon hearing this, the young monk smiled slightly, seemingly not taking Nangong Yehua's words to heart.

He thought to himself that the young man might just be seeking peace of mind, rather than actually wanting to test his martial arts skills.

So he casually pointed to the young Buddhist monk meditating nearby and said:

"Since you are interested, then let my junior brother spar with you."

The young Buddhist practitioner who was pointed out was named Zhiming. He was still young, but he had been practicing at Tianling Temple for many years.

Although his strength was not as great as the senior monks in the temple, he was still considered one of the best among the younger generation. He stood up, nodded to Nangong Yehua, and accepted the challenge.

Nangong Yehua looked at Zhiming but didn't say anything. The two arrived at the temple's training ground.

Nangong Yehua stood on the training ground, his gaze fixed intently on the young Buddhist cultivator Zhiming opposite him.

He noticed that although Zhiming's face was serious, his eyes revealed a kind of disdain, as if he did not take him seriously.

Nangong Yehua's heart stirred slightly; he knew that Tianling Temple had indeed underestimated him this time.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Nangong Yehua's lips as he thought to himself:

"Underestimating me will cost you your life."

His gaze instantly sharpened like a knife, as if it could pierce through Zhiming's heart.

He didn't act immediately, but stood there quietly, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

Zhiming sensed the powerful aura emanating from Nangong Yehua, and his heart tightened. He began to regret his underestimation of his opponent.

Chapter 247 You'll Die

However, Nangong Yehua didn't give him a chance to regret it. He moved swiftly, instantly rushing in front of Zhiming.

With a punch, carrying the immense power of the ninth level of Golden Blood, he aimed straight at Zhiming's face.

Zhiming hurriedly threw a punch to meet the attack, but Nangong Yehua's strength was far beyond his ability to withstand.

Their fists collided in mid-air, producing a dull thud. Zhiming felt a tremendous force, and was thrown backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

Nangong Yehua didn't give Zhiming a chance to catch his breath. He flashed and rushed to Zhiming's side again.

With a swift, sharp kick, it aimed straight for Zhiming's vital point.

Zhiming barely dodged the attack, but he was already in a sorry state.

He knew in his heart that his strength was far inferior to that of Nangong Yehua, and if things continued like this, his life would probably be in danger.

However, Nangong Yehua had no intention of letting him go. He moved like a ghost across the training ground, each move carrying a deadly threat.

Zhiming tried his best, but still couldn't withstand Nangong Yehua's offensive.

Nangong Yehua stood on the training ground, his eyes cold and deep, as if he could see through everything.

He looked at Zhiming lying at his feet, his eyes filled with fear and despair, but Nangong Yehua felt no pity.

He seemed to have grown tired of this one-sided domination, so he slowly raised his fist and aimed it at Zhiming's head.

Although his movements were slow, each one was full of power, as if the entire air was gathered around his fist.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the monks, Nangong Yehua's fist slammed out, carrying the immense power of the ninth level of Golden Blood, directly shattering Zhiming's head.

Blood splattered everywhere, the scene was bloody and tragic.

The surroundings were deathly silent. All the monks stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

They had never seen such a ruthless and powerful opponent; Nangong Yehua's strength far exceeded their expectations.

Looking at the shocked monks around him, Nangong Yehua expressionlessly wiped the blood from his hands and coldly said:

"Send the person with the highest cultivation level in your temple."

His voice was calm, but it was filled with an undeniable air of authority.

The moment Qun uttered those words, the entire Tianling Temple was shaken. The high monks exchanged bewildered glances, realizing that they had truly encountered a formidable opponent this time.

Asking for flowers

They all looked towards the depths of the temple, hoping that the legendary high monk would appear and fight Nangong Yehua to the death.

Zhiming's death instantly brought the high monks of Tianling Temple back to their senses from shock, and their faces gradually showed expressions of fury.

These eminent monks, who usually cultivated their minds and character, could not hide their anger at this moment.

Ninety-one high-ranking monks, dressed in robes and with dignified faces, stepped forward, their hands clasped together, but their voices were stern:

"Benefactor, why are you so cruel as to commit such a heinous act?"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua simply smiled indifferently. He did not directly answer the high monk's question, but instead let his gaze pass through the crowd and shoot straight into the deepest part of Tianling Temple.

His voice was calm and firm: "Hey you bald monk at the very back, if you keep hiding in there, I'm going to kill them all."

These words plunged Tianling Temple into a deathly silence once more. A chill ran through all the monks; they knew Nangong Yehua was not joking.

Chapter 248 Abbot of Tianling Temple

The high monks looked even more solemn. They knew that the "bald monk at the very back" that Nangong Yehua was referring to was the abbot of their Tianling Temple, who was also the most powerful person there.

Even deep within the temple, the abbot sensed this intense killing intent and provocation. He slowly emerged from the secret chamber and arrived at the training ground.

His gaze met Nangong Yehua's, and it seemed as if an invisible force was clashing between the two.

The abbot looked at Gong Yehua of Nan "093" and said in a deep voice:

"Benefactor, who exactly are you? Why have you come to my Tianling Temple to cause trouble?"

Nangong Yehua looked at the abbot, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Me? I'm just a cultivator who came to challenge your Tianling Temple. As for causing trouble? It's because you're too weak; you can't even withstand one of my punches."

Nangong Yehua narrowed his eyes slightly. His perception was extremely strong, and he could detect even the slightest fluctuations in his surroundings.

He quickly sensed the cultivation fluctuations emanating from Cheng Ye's body. It was the power of the fourth level of the Golden Core realm, neither too strong nor too weak, just within his control.

Nangong Yehua's heart stirred, and a smile crept onto his lips. He thought to himself:

"The fourth level of the Golden Core realm is neither high nor low in cultivation. It's just right to use it to practice and test my strength at the ninth level of the Golden Blood realm."

Chengye walked up to Nangong Yehua, clasped his hands together, and nodded slightly, saying:

“Benefactor, I am Cheng Ye, the abbot of Tianling Temple. Since you have killed my disciples, I cannot stand idly by. Today, I will challenge you to a duel.”

Nangong Yehua smiled slightly and nodded, saying: