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

Nangong Yehua felt a chill in his heart, but then a strong sense of anger and resentment welled up within him.

"Hmph, finally couldn't hold back, huh?"

He muttered to himself, the longsword in his hand gleaming coldly in the dim light, as if it were the embodiment of his indomitable will.

He knew that the "Tao Xiaomei" in front of him was no longer the lively and lovely girl, but a monster controlled or seduced by some kind of force.

The tree demon opened its enormous mouth and let out a deafening roar. Its roots, like snakes, slithered across the ground, trying to bind Nangong Yehua.

But he dodged the attack with a swift movement and profound cultivation.

At the same time, the longsword was swung out, and a sharp sword light cut through the air, heading straight for the tree demon's vitals.

However, the tree spirit's defense was astonishing; the sword's edge only left a shallow mark on its surface before being swallowed up by its dense foliage.

Nangong Yehua's expression was solemn; he knew this battle was far more difficult than he had imagined.

He quickly adjusted his breathing, gathering all his spiritual power at the tip of the sword, preparing to launch an even more ferocious attack.

Just then, the tree demon attacked again, with countless tiny branches raining down like a storm, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, attempting to trap Nangong Yehua within them.

He spun around quickly, his longsword flashing, forming an impenetrable net of swords that severed the branches one by one.

Even so, he felt the pressure increase, as the tree spirit's power seemed inexhaustible.

Nangong Yehua's gaze grew increasingly resolute; he knew he could not back down.

He took a deep breath, his spiritual energy surged, and a dazzling light shone from his longsword—a prelude to his all-out attack.

He roared and sprang up like a dragon soaring through the heavens, his longsword carrying the force of thunder, piercing straight for the tree demon's heart.

The tree spirit seemed to sense the threat of this attack as well. Its massive body trembled violently, and its branches and leaves danced wildly, trying to block the fatal sword strike.

But Nangong Yehua had concentrated all his strength and will into this one strike. He ignored all obstacles, and the tip of his sword pierced through layers of branches and leaves, finally penetrating the core of the tree demon.

With a deafening roar, the tree spirit's body began to collapse and disintegrate, its branches and leaves scattering to the ground, eventually turning into a cloud of black mist that slowly dissipated into the air.

Nangong Yehua stood there, panting, with green liquid dripping from the long sword in his hand—the blood of the tree demon.

He looked around; the passageway had returned to its usual tranquility, but an indescribable sense of oppression still lingered in the air.

Chapter 520 Orochimaru, what brings you here?

After dealing with the mutated Tao Xiaomei, Nangong Yehua did not immediately lower his guard. Instead, he bent down to carefully examine the scattered branches and leaves that were gradually dissipating and the remaining green liquid.

These seemingly ordinary substances may hold the clues to unraveling all the mysteries.

His brows furrowed, and he gently twirled a dry leaf between his fingers, trying to detect any trace of the manipulative force within it.

Just as he was lost in thought, the air suddenly became heavy, and an inexplicable sense of crisis surged in like a tide.

Nangong Yehua suddenly looked up and saw a black shadow streak across the sky, followed by a loud crash, and then it fell directly to the ground not far away.

A cloud of dust billowed up. He quickly retreated, his figure flashing like a ghost to avoid any unforeseen events.

Once the dust settled, Nangong Yehua looked closely and was stunned by what he saw—the figure lying on the ground.

It was a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him—Orochimaru.

This once-powerful figure now appeared extremely disheveled, his clothes tattered and his body covered in wounds, clearly having experienced a fierce battle or a long journey.

"Orochimaru? Why are you here?"

Nangong Yehua's voice was filled with disbelief and shock. Let alone an unexpected encounter in such a place.

Orochimaru struggled to get up from the ground, each movement seemingly exhausting all his strength.

He looked up at Nangong Yehua, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, a mixture of surprise and relief.

“Nangong Yehua...you really are here too.”

His voice was hoarse and low, revealing a hint of fatigue and helplessness.

The two stared at each other for a moment, as if time had frozen.

In the end, Orochimaru was the first to break the silence.

"I thought I was the only one drawn here by this force. I never expected that you would also be caught up in this vortex."

As he spoke, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, trying to regain a semblance of his former dignity.

"This power?" Nangong Yehua keenly caught the key words in Orochimaru's words, and countless questions welled up in his mind.

"You mean, everything here is related to some unknown force?"

Orochimaru nodded, his eyes becoming deep.

“Indeed. I have been tracking this power for a long time, and it seems to be able to control everything and even change the form of life.”

"I originally wanted to find its source and stop it from continuing to wreak havoc on the world, but I never expected..."

At this point, he stopped abruptly, seemingly unwilling to say anything more.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua became even more certain of his guess. He looked around; this underground world, invaded by mutated creatures, was undoubtedly evidence of the rampage of that force.

The appearance of Orochimaru made him realize that he was not alone, and that there were others fighting for the same goal.

"It seems we share the same goal."

Nangong Yehua said in a deep voice,

"No matter what secrets are hidden behind this power, (Liao Nuo Zhao) we must find it and completely destroy the slave."

Upon hearing this, Orochimaru's lips curled into a faint smile, a smile that contained both approval and expectation.

"It seems we are destined to fight side by side."

As he spoke, he slowly stood up. Although his body was still weak, his eyes shone with a determined light.

And so, two powerful individuals who were originally not close friends came together by fate to pursue the same goal.

Chapter 521 Why didn't you say so sooner! You didn't ask!

In the dimly lit and mysterious underground cave, the traces of the battle had not completely disappeared, and a faint smell of gunpowder still lingered in the air.

Nangong Yehua and Orochimaru stood side by side beside the broken, mysterious crystal. Their shadows were elongated in the dim light, making them appear exceptionally resolute.

Nangong Yehua gently patted the dust off his clothes, his eyes showing both relief and a hint of helplessness.

He turned to look at Orochimaru beside him, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

"Orochimaru, to be honest, I'm in such a sorry state because of a sudden peach tree demon."

His words carried a hint of self-deprecation, and a bitter smile played at the corners of his lips.

Upon hearing this, Orochimaru's eyes flashed with surprise. He turned his head and stared sharply at Nangong Yehua, as if trying to pierce through his soul.

"Oh? A peach tree spirit? To drive you to this point, it must be no ordinary being."

His voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of curiosity and inquiry in his tone.

Nangong Yehua nodded, his expression turning serious as he recalled that unpleasant experience, his brows furrowing.

"I came here in search of the legendary four-tailed fox, but I never expected to encounter that cunning peach tree demon here."

"Not only is it incredibly powerful, but it's also adept at using its surroundings to set traps, which caused me a lot of trouble. (bede)"

At this point, he couldn't help but shake his head, a hint of frustration flashing in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Orochimaru raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Four-Tails? Why are you looking for it? And as far as I know, you have already successfully subdued a powerful tailed beast."

His tone carried a hint of confusion, as if he had misunderstood Nangong Yehua's actions.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua's expression changed drastically. He stared wide-eyed at Orochimaru in disbelief, his voice trembling slightly.

"What? I subdued the Four-Tails? How is that possible? I have no idea what you're talking about!"

His expression shifted from shock to confusion, and finally settled on a complex emotion, a mixture of bewilderment and a hint of anger.

Seeing this, Orochimaru put on an innocent expression, spread his hands, and spoke with a tone full of helplessness.

“Nangong Yehua, you have indeed subdued the Four-Tails, but you may not know it yet.”

He paused and continued,

"That guy you went to subdue before, named Sun Wukong, was actually the incarnation of the Four-Tails."

"Sun Wukong? Four-tailed?"

Nangong Yehua repeated these two words, his mind blank as if struck by lightning.

He shook his head violently, trying to clear his mind of this chaotic thought.

"How is that possible? I've never heard of such a thing!"

His voice carried a hint of panic and resentment.

Orochimaru sighed. He knew Nangong Yehua's feelings at that moment, so he patiently explained:

"This world is full of unknowns and miracles, and some things are beyond our imagination."

"Sun Wukong, or rather the Four-Tailed Fox, possesses the ability to transform into countless forms."

"The reason you didn't notice is because it chose to appear in front of you in human form."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua finally realized what was happening. He slapped his forehead, a look of regret on his face.

"Damn it! Why didn't you say so sooner! If I had known it was the Four-Tails, I wouldn't be in this predicament!" His tone was tinged with regret and dissatisfaction.

Chapter 522 One Punch Opens the Heavens and Earth!

Orochimaru looked at Nangong Yehua with an innocent expression, then shrugged, indicating that he was also helpless.

"You didn't ask, how am I supposed to know you need this information?"

His tone was somewhat teasing and playful, as if he wanted to ease the tense atmosphere.

The two smiled at each other, and all the misunderstandings and resentments vanished in that instant.

After learning the astonishing fact that he had unintentionally subdued the Four-Tailed Monkey King, Nangong Yehua's doubts and confusion suddenly vanished as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun.

He took a deep breath, feeling the newfound power surging within him, his eyes shining with unprecedented determination and confidence.

Turning to face Orochimaru, Nangong Yehua smiled faintly, a smile that contained both relief and boundless anticipation for the future.

"Orochimaru, it seems our connection is quite deep."

Nangong Yehua's voice was gentle yet firm. He lightly patted Orochimaru's shoulder, as if conveying an invisible force and trust.

"However, I have more pressing matters to attend to now, so I must take my leave."

Orochimaru gazed at Nangong Yehua's resolute back, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He knew that his new acquaintance had his own unwavering beliefs and mission, and so did he.

So he nodded, responding with his usual calm and profound tone:

"Nangong Yehua, go. Your path is destined to be extraordinary. I look forward to the day we meet again."

Before he finished speaking, Nangong Yehua shot up like an arrow, his fists clenched, his power reaching its peak at that moment.

He stomped his foot hard on the ground, and the entire underground world seemed to tremble. An irresistible force erupted from beneath his feet and spread outwards.

"One punch can cleave the heavens and the earth!" Nangong Yehua roared, his voice filled with boundless domineering power and determination.

His right fist was instantly enveloped in dazzling golden light, a concentrated manifestation of all the power within him, as if even the heavens and earth changed color.

With a roar, his fist, imbued with all his power, slammed into the seemingly indestructible rock above him like the first rays of dawn.

In an instant, the entire space seemed to be torn apart by this force, emitting a deafening roar.

Asking for flowers

Rocks flew and dust rose, and a huge hole slowly opened under Nangong Yehua's fist, as if nature had specially opened a portal to the outside world for him.

The sunlight, that long-awaited and warm sunlight, poured down from the cave entrance like a golden waterfall, illuminating this dark underground world.

The light not only illuminated the surrounding environment, but also every corner of Nangong Yehua's heart, allowing him to feel an unprecedented sense of freedom and hope.

Goodbye, Orochimaru. Take care!

Nangong Yehua's voice echoed in the cave. He moved swiftly, transforming into a streak of light, and rushed directly towards the hopeful cave entrance.

Bathed in sunlight, his figure appeared even taller and more imposing, like a warrior about to embark on a journey.

Orochimaru, on the other hand, remained alone, gazing in the direction where Nangong Yehua had left, his face showing an unusual blankness and contemplation.