Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1562 Symbiotic Contract
As dusk fell, the sun dipped below the western mountains, casting a blood-red glow.

In the distance, a blood-red sun slowly sank, its rich crimson color spreading out and almost staining half the sky.

Su Fan stood quietly with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering gently in the evening breeze, but his eyes were filled with an unyielding coldness as they fell on the mountain of monster corpses opposite him.

The surrounding area was filled with ninth-tier demonic beasts, each of which had once been a powerful force in its own right.

The corpses of these ninth-tier demonic beasts were collected by his subordinates on his own initiative.

Unconsciously tracing the lines on his palm with his fingertips, Su Fan intended to use the essence and blood of these ninth-tier demonic beasts to perform a blood sacrifice.

Although his current strength is far greater than before, his heart sank when he thought about the demon race from the upper realm and the human Daoist sects he was about to face.

Each of those beings is unfathomable, and my current cultivation level is still somewhat lacking.

We must improve our strength as soon as possible and break through to the late stage of the Transformation Realm in the shortest time; otherwise, we will not even have the capital to stand on in the upcoming battles.

This thought was etched into my heart like a branding iron, allowing no room for complacency.

"Senior brother... we've found almost all the ninth-tier demon beast corpses from Wangyue Heaven for you..."

As my thoughts were churning, a soft voice sounded from my side.

Su Fan came to his senses and realized that Zhang Xuemo had been standing beside him at some point, her brows furrowed with fatigue.

A thought stirred within him, knowing that collecting these remains would certainly not be easy.

The ninth-tier demon beast's body was enormous, and its storage ring couldn't hold it at all. It could only be painstakingly sent into its personal secret realm. It seems that the disciples of the "Polar Sword Pavilion" and the "Heavenly Thunder Palace" haven't slept a wink these past few days.

"Thank you for your hard work..."

Su Fan's voice softened a bit, and he gently put his arm around Zhang Xuemo's shoulder. His gaze swept over the corpses once more, and the coldness in his eyes deepened.

"You all get out of the way, I'm about to activate the blood sacrifice..."

Zhang Xuemo didn't dare to delay and quickly turned around to call her fellow disciples to evacuate.

The thousands of sword cultivators and lightning cultivators moved swiftly, but did not go far. Instead, they set up layers of restrictions within a radius of thousands of miles, completely sealing off the area.

They were to protect Su Fan and prevent any unexpected interference.

Watching everyone completely disappear from the blood sacrifice area, Su Fan took a deep breath and suppressed all distracting thoughts.

He raised his eyes to look into the void, and his thoughts slowly emanated.

"Senior...let's begin..."

The moment the thought left his mind, a thick, crimson beam of light, as thick as a pillar of heaven, suddenly descended from the sky, instantly enveloping him.

The pungent smell of blood mixed with violent energy rushed towards him, and dense, blood-red witch runes quickly appeared all over Su Fan's body, slowly flowing along his meridians.

"Boom..."

A muffled hum resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Centered on Su Fan, blood-red runes suddenly lit up the ground within a radius of over a hundred miles, and an enormous blood-red witch array instantly took shape.

Immediately afterwards, with a loud "boom", a fierce wind suddenly rose from the formation, turning into a raging blood-red storm that swirled wildly around him.

The mountain of ninth-tier demon beast corpses opposite them, drawn by the storm, slowly transformed into wisps of scarlet blood, which were swept up from the ground and, like migratory birds returning to their nests, continuously converged on Su Fan's side.

With a flick of his finger, Su Fan patted the Yin Gathering Secret Realm at his waist, and a pitch-black coffin immediately flew out and landed heavily on the ground.

With a "crack," the coffin lid shattered, and the ninth-tier blood zombie inside suddenly opened its scarlet eyes. In a flash, it sprang out of the coffin and stood steadily beside Su Fan.

Since he subdued this blood zombie, he hadn't put much effort into nurturing it. This time, the blood sacrifice had abundant energy, so he could benefit from it and use this power to increase its strength.

The power of the "Blood Shadow Descending God Formation" far exceeded expectations. Even with mountains of ninth-order demon beast corpses piled up around it, it only took a moment for them to turn into pale white skeletons.

All the essence and energy were extracted and incorporated into the blood-red storm.

Only after the crimson pillar of light that descended from the sky completely dissipated did Su Fan raise his hand and wave it back into the Gathering Yin Secret Realm.

He slowly closed his eyes, calming his mind to experience the essence of the demonic beast flowing through his veins.

Feeling that vigorous yet still not robust energy, I couldn't help but sigh softly.

Not enough...

It’s not enough…

Fortunately, the Qianlun Realm war zone is vast, and there are countless battlefields for him to seek opportunities. As long as he continues to seek out ninth-tier demonic beasts for blood sacrifice, breaking through to the late stage of the Divine Transformation Realm will not be difficult.

In this dog-eat-dog world of cultivation, the strength of a cultivator at the Integration Realm undergoes a dramatic transformation with each breakthrough.

This is currently his only shortcut to quickly improve his strength.

Who told me to offend those old guys from the Daoist sects of the upper realm? If I don't fight back, I'll be crushed sooner or later.

Su Fan looked around, taking in the bones scattered on the ground and the dissipating crimson energy, and then stopped.

He stepped into the void, his body flashing with lightning, and used "Void Lightning Escape" to instantly disappear from the area.

After returning to his cave in Shenxiao Immortal City, Su Fan was about to enter his personal secret realm to continue refining the essence blood in his body when he heard footsteps outside the cave. The sword cultivator on duty bowed and walked in.

"Senior brother... someone outside requests an audience..."

Su Fan frowned slightly, then understood.

Those who can find us at this time are most likely the lower realm clones arranged by Taiguan Peak.

He waved his hand and said, "Let him in..."

A moment later, an elderly man dressed in a blue robe was led in.

Upon seeing Su Fan, the old man immediately bowed deeply in respect, his voice filled with barely concealed nervousness.

"Song Nian of the Taihua Immortal Sect pays respects to Senior Brother Su Fan..."

Su Fan glanced at him and could clearly feel the trembling emanating from the other man—a fear that came from the depths of his heart. He spoke calmly.

"What's wrong? Just say it."

Upon hearing this, Song Nian felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She quickly took out a jade slip from her storage ring, held it with both hands, and respectfully handed it over.

Su Fan took the jade slip, placed it on his forehead, and slowly infused it with his divine sense.

A moment later, he withdrew his divine sense, put down the jade slip, and a self-deprecating bitter smile appeared on his lips.

Unexpectedly, Taiguanfeng was efficient and actually managed to get a list.

It contains information on the upper realm avatars of all sects in the entire Wangyue Heaven, but there are definitely no avatars of other forces on the list.

"Besides this, what else did Taiguan Peak tell you..." Su Fan's tone was calm, revealing no emotion.

“Senior brother wants to go to the Jiaochen Realm, and the main family is trying to arrange it for you…” Song Nian replied quickly, bowing her head even lower.

Su Fan's heart stirred slightly. When he first made this request, he was just trying his luck, but he didn't expect Taiguan Peak to actually agree.

This saved him a lot of trouble.

If Taiguan Peak can truly help him return to the Jiaochen Realm, then it wouldn't be impossible to temporarily spare some of the people on the list.

This deal is a good one.

Thinking of this, Su Fan waved his hand and impatiently told them to leave.

"Alright, you can go now..."

Only after Song Nian's figure completely disappeared outside the cave did Su Fan turn around and enter his personal secret realm. For the next few months, he completely secluded himself in the cave, focusing on refining his essence blood and consolidating his cultivation, enjoying a rare period of leisure.

However, the other cultivators in Wangyuetian did not have such leisure.

Despite having defeated the main force of the invading demon race, many demon beasts still stubbornly resisted in various places, hiding in the deep mountains and dangerous places.

In order to completely eliminate the hidden dangers, the disciples of various sects in Wangyuetian have all devoted themselves to the intense extermination operation, vowing to wipe out all the remaining demonic beasts in this plane.

In the dead of night, the darkness was as black as ink.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky, and a cold wind, carrying fine raindrops, slipped into the room through the half-open window, bringing a touch of chill.

The world was quiet and still, except for the patter of rain, which mingled with the dripping of water droplets from the eaves, creating an exceptionally peaceful atmosphere.

Su Fan and Zhang Xuemo sat embracing each other, neither of them speaking, simply gazing quietly at the rain outside the window.

Such tranquility was especially rare in the war-torn world of cultivation. Su Fan's nerves, which had been tense for a long time, slowly relaxed at this moment, and his heart was filled with peace.

Just then, the communication array at his waist began to vibrate slightly, breaking the silence.

Su Fan reached out and removed the array plate, infusing it with a wisp of spiritual power. Li Yunmi's information immediately appeared.

"Senior brother...how was your rest?"

Su Fan's lips twitched. This guy really knows how to pick his timing. He'd only been enjoying himself for a few months when he came knocking on his door.

Despite his complaints, he knew in his heart that leisurely days are fleeting, and it was time to get out and stretch his muscles.

He flicked his finger and replied to the message: "I've been waiting, but you haven't contacted me..."

"Senior brother... our next step is to head to 'Huanglitian' to provide assistance..."

"Alright then...we'll set off tomorrow..."

After a brief chat about their upcoming itinerary, Su Fan put away the communication array.

Zhang Xuemo gently nuzzled against his chest and asked softly, "Are we leaving...?"

"Hmm... We'll set off tomorrow to provide support to Huanglitian." Su Fan looked down at her, his voice gentle. "You can continue to follow me."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuemo tightened her arms around his waist, buried her head in his chest, and her voice was choked with sobs.

"If only I could hold you like this forever..."

Su Fan's heart softened, and he reached out to gently stroke her long hair, but he didn't say anything.

He knew that such a hope was simply unrealistic in the current situation, and rather than giving her hope only to disappoint her, it was better to remain silent.

Just then, an ancient thought suddenly entered his mind.

"Kid... come here for a second..."

Upon receiving Lao Long's message to leave Gao, Su Fan immediately perked up.

In the past few months, he had entered the Yin Gathering Secret Realm several times, but each time the old dragon only took a trace of his essence blood and did not receive any other response.

Judging from Lao Long's tone, it's clear that something important has happened, most likely the result of their previous plans.

Su Fan gently patted Zhang Xuemo's back, said a few words of comfort, and then got up and entered the Gathering Yin Secret Realm again.

Passing through layers of dense yin energy, he entered the gloomy valley and immediately saw two people sitting on a stone platform.

It was Old Dragon Li Gao and Evil Buddha Old Wang, who were leisurely drinking tea.

Seeing him enter, Old Long Li Gao raised his eyelids, took out a jade bottle from his bosom, and casually tossed it over.

"See the sealing talisman on the jade bottle? Drip a drop of your essence blood onto it..."

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Fan raised his hand to catch the jade bottle, flicked his fingertip, and a drop of essence blood containing his own origin dripped onto the talisman.

The essence blood had only been flowing for a few breaths when Su Fan felt a sudden jolt in his sea of ​​consciousness.

It was as if a strange connection had been established with some slumbering being, and a faint wisp of soul fluctuation could be sensed.

"I almost died from exhaustion trying to deal with that old bastard..."

Old Long Li Gao took a sip of tea, his tone tinged with weariness, yet also with a hint of pride.

Su Fan's curiosity grew even stronger, and he quickly asked, "Senior, what exactly is going on..."

"I made you and Qingxuzi's remnant soul sign a symbiotic contract..."

Old Long Li Gao said slowly and deliberately, "Simply put, from now on, if you live, he lives; if you die, his soul will be scattered to the winds..."

Su Fan's pupils contracted sharply, and a storm raged in his heart.

This old dragon is really daring.

That was the remnant soul of an old monster at the Mahayana realm, yet it managed to force the other party to sign such a contract.

Despite his shock, he couldn't help but feel secretly overjoyed.

Having a remnant soul of a Mahayana practitioner bound to it provides an additional, invisible layer of protection.

"Senior...you've been working on this for the past few months..."

“Nonsense…” Old Long Li Gao rolled his eyes. “That’s an old monster at the Mahayana realm, his soul power is incredibly strong. I suffered a huge loss trying to subdue him…”

At this point, he seemed to suddenly remember something and added a sentence.

"By the way, that illusory clone from the upper realm was too weak and got in the way, so I killed it..."

Su Fan didn't care at all when he heard this.

It's just a phantom clone; compared to the remnant soul of a Mahayana cultivator, it's utterly insignificant.

His gaze was fixed on the jade bottle in his hand, and his heart pounded faster.

Inside this is the remnant soul of Qingxuzi!

"Tear off the sealing talisman and let him out," Old Dragon Li Gao waved his hand.

Su Fan quickly did as instructed and tore off the sealing talisman on the jade bottle.

The next moment, a wisp of gray smoke drifted out of the jade bottle, circled in the air, and instantly transformed into the phantom of Qingxuzi.

He glanced at Su Fan expressionlessly, his eyes filled with resentment and coldness, but he didn't say anything. He floated straight to the oil lamp magic artifact beside him and went inside.

The evil Buddha Lao Wang, who was originally sitting opposite Lao Long Li Gao, changed his expression drastically when he saw Qing Xu Zi's phantom appear.

He quickly stood up and gave up his seat, standing respectfully to the side, not daring to even breathe loudly.

This is an old monster at the Mahayana realm; even if he is just a remnant soul, he is far beyond what he can provoke.

From now on, there probably won't be a place for him at this stone table.

Qingxuzi, without any hesitation, sat down in the seat that had been occupied by the Evil Buddha Old King, his eyes fixed on Old Dragon Ligao.

It was filled with anger and resentment, yet also carried a sense of helplessness.

Qingxuzi never imagined that he, a dignified Mahayana cultivator from the Upper Realm, would be reduced to a wisp of remnant soul.

Not only that, he actually signed a symbiotic contract with an ant from the lower realm.

(End of this chapter)