Born with immortal seed

Chapter 642 Recruiting a Medicine-Pounding Boy
"The only one in all realms? A projection of all realms?"

That day, Shan Zhi and Bai Zichen chatted, and on the condition of protecting the Qingfeng Sect, Shan Zhi proposed to observe Bai Zichen's destiny again.

He agreed without much thought, partly because he was curious about the Omniscient Dao and wanted to see what the twelve earthly branches (子午卯酉) could reveal.

Secondly, Shan Zhi's words struck a chord with him.

With the demon race eliminated, as long as Bai Zichen lives, the Qingfeng Sect will hold an unparalleled position in the cultivation world.

It's not a Nascent Soul sect, but it's better than a Nascent Soul sect.

He may have protected the sect for many years, but he is not as good as other Nascent Soul cultivators.

Bai Zichen didn't think he would be like those people, hiding away in a secluded cave, timid and withdrawn.

He couldn't even walk normally in the world, yet he had intimidated the cultivation world for thousands of years with just his name.

But when a real crisis comes, like this invasion by the demon race, all the bubbles of these super-large corporations are burst one by one.

Regardless of the overall assessment, the cost of making the move seems too high.

Or perhaps he had already perished, but the sect kept it a secret.

In Bai Zichen's opinion, he would rather live a more carefree life now.

Once he reaches godhood and there is no one in the mortal realm who can threaten him, he will traverse every perilous place.

Unravel ancient mysteries and collect all the treasures of the cultivation world.

Then they traveled to the legendary Ten Continents and the Eight Seas to find the homeland of Ancestor Qingfeng.

Let's take a look at their lineage and see what their origins are.

If the Nan Hua Immortal Lord mentioned in the sect's lineage is indeed the same person as the great figure venerated in the Taiping Talisman Scripture, then the Qingfeng Daoist lineage might have an even more prestigious and powerful backing than the Daode Sect.

According to Daoist Baoxuan, once he reaches the Earthly Immortal Realm, that will be the time for him to truly soar.

After doing all this, Bai Zichen prepared to devote himself to cultivation and make full preparations for his early ascension.

Once he reaches the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, finding a spatial-type, all-powerful spiritual treasure would not be difficult for him.

Perhaps a thousand years from now, I will have to leave the human world.

The Evil Life Sect has a history of over 100,000 years. If Shan Zhi can make a breakthrough before his lifespan runs out, he will naturally have enough time to fulfill his promise.

Even if they fail, this favor can still be passed on to the Evil Life Sect.

Shan Zhi saw Bai Zichen's true destiny at the cost of the second divination tortoise shell breaking and blood flowing from his eyes, nose, mouth and ears.

Behind that void and chaos lies the destiny of two dragons holding power, a destiny that can never be repeated in all the heavens and myriad realms, past and future.

No matter the timeline or the world, there is no second Bai Zichen.

This is unique in all realms.

The other type of fate, the Vermilion Bird Riding the Wind, is the complete opposite. Those who possess it can see or hear voices and absurd scenes that are beyond the reach of ordinary people from a young age.

An accidental injury is like having an immortal body; the injury is quickly transferred.

His cultivation speed was incredibly fast, with spiritual energy constantly appearing in his body out of thin air.

What's even stranger is that there was no conflict or discomfort whatsoever; it was no different from what I had painstakingly cultivated myself.

When one's cultivation reaches a high level, one will begin to awaken innate wisdom and communicate with different versions of oneself in the heavens.

Exchange information and share experiences.

However, those who possess the Vermilion Bird Riding the Wind destiny cannot rest easy, because among countless projections in the myriad realms, you cannot be certain who the final protagonist will be.

It is very possible that later on, one will discover that they are nothing more than a projection of someone else.

There is no distinction between these two types of fate; both are considered to be of the highest quality according to the Omniscient Elder.

He said that as long as they could encounter one, the disciples of the Evil Fate Sect could go all out. If they lost, so be it; but if they won, it would be a resounding victory with rewards beyond imagination.

Forcibly calculating and annotating can yield substantial returns.

If you encounter this when you are just starting out and make deductions, then you can expect to reap abundant rewards later.

It's entirely possible that this opportunity will allow them to successfully change their fate.

Through repeated feedback from nature, even a small lump of elm wood can be transformed into golden elm wood.

"I cannot be deduced or calculated by others. At first, I thought it was because of the secret treasure I possessed, which could conceal and deceive me... Now it seems that it is more related to my destiny. Even someone with Shan Zhi's abilities, who is targeted, close-range, and has the help of a secret treasure, still finds it so difficult. It is completely impossible for others to deduce my information based on the slightest clues."

Bai Zichen had never thought that one's destiny was anything special. Did he think that someone born with a noble destiny could possess profound cultivation without any effort?

Only pessimists like the heretical sect, who firmly believe in destiny and predestination, would elevate fate to such a high level.

However, the Evil Fate Sect's scripture states that as long as these two types of fates do not die prematurely, reaching the Nascent Soul stage is almost effortless, and there is room for imagination for further advancement.

Not to mention the spirits in the human realm, even the few holy bodies are inferior to these two destinies in many ways.

Those who directly reach the Divine Transformation stage are among the most elite even within the Holy Body realm.

However, his greatest reliance on his achievements today is still his mysterious sacred body; he hasn't seen the effect of his destiny.

If he still had the aptitude of an ordinary three spiritual roots, he might still be in Black Mountain today, working tirelessly as a Core Formation elder in a sect, constantly worrying about Nascent Soul transformation.

They might even perish during the Foundation Establishment stage, never even reaching the Core Formation stage, and long since become a pile of withered bones.

I can't see any possibility that he could become a god.

"Unless, the ability to initially grasp the true meaning of time was brought about by the destiny of the Twin Dragons Holding Power, then there is still some explanation..."

Bai Zichen's talent in swordsmanship can only be considered above average, as can be seen from the efficiency with which he started practicing swordsmanship.

Later on, after witnessing more and more sword techniques and experiencing countless battles, he finally reached a level of mastery.

It's truly incredible that with such talent, he was able to truly comprehend the essence of time through the Azure Emperor's Longevity Sword.

The Fish Dragon Sect, with its many generations of disciples, possessed the most perfect cultivation environment for the Azure Emperor's Longevity Sword, and its related cultivation insights were found on more than two hundred jade slips.

They could only imitate the methods of this time-manipulating technique, and no one could break free from the old ways and truly grasp the essence of time.

"It is said that the Great Dao of Time is the most mysterious and unpredictable. Even if cultivators in the human world are lucky enough to step into it, they can only go with the flow. This is the case with the Sword Lord of Withered Glory. Effort does not mean that there will be any reward... But for me, I have not felt any difference."

Bai Zichen lightly tapped his fingers, realizing that perhaps this destiny had already been working silently.

Unlike other major roads, if you go the wrong way, you'll at most waste a few years and eliminate a wrong option.

But the path of time, both above and below, front and back, is shrouded in mist.

Of the thousand paths ahead, nine hundred and ninety-nine may be wrong, but there is only one correct path from beginning to end.

Therefore, when there is no clear direction, it is better for the True Lord of Withering and Flourishing to stay where he is than to make efforts in the wrong direction, which is tantamount to regression.

"True Lord, a phantom of the Crimson-Eared Demon Lord has appeared on Rotten Axe Mountain, and it shattered the first three battle formations with a single palm strike!"

The message was relayed, and someone outside was anxiously calling out to report.

"To remain undispersed even after death, and to think of using a mere hair to create a clone to guard Rotten Axe Mountain, what a pipe dream..."

When Bai Zichen saw the phantom of the Red-Eared Ancestor behind Rotten Axe Mountain, it was illusory and faint, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Then it became clear that this was not a contingency plan for resurrection laid out by the Red-Eared Ancestor; it was far too crude.

It was merely a tiny clone of a hair left in Rotten Axe Mountain that automatically jumped out upon sensing an intrusion.

However, without the original body and without a source of power, the strength of the hair clones also decreases.

He barely possessed the strength of a fourth-tier high-grade cultivator, and his movements were sluggish, making it difficult for him to dodge many attacks, which he then had to endure.

"True Lord, let me guide you!"

Shan, seemingly unaware of when, also arrived at the battlefield, beaming with joy and laughing heartily.

With a flick of his ten fingers, countless black lines appeared on the phantom of the Crimson-Eared Ancestor, like a dense black net.

There are a few bright spots flashing on top, which are a vivid blood red.

"Using the omniscient Dao for prying out the weaknesses of opponents of the same level is a waste of its talent!"

Bai Zichen chuckled, this hairy clone was full of flaws.

Having the power and strength of a realm is one thing, but when the physical body ceases to exist, many problems are exposed.

These red dots are just a few examples of weaknesses; even if they appeared under normal circumstances, they would be quickly moved away.

But at this moment, it's right there in front of us, completely undisguised.

Bai Zichen gave a soft shout, and with a gentle slash of the Ziwei Dazzling Thunder Sword, lightning flashed.

The phantom of the Red-Eared Ancestor was precisely cut along the red dot marked by Shan Zhi.

This sword strike only utilized the power of the Purple Star Thunderclap Sword; he himself didn't add much to it.

When you use your sword to break through someone's body, it's like a master butcher dissecting an ox, adding another novel experience.

Since his experience of reversing the slash to become a god, Bai Zichen's swordsmanship seems to have entered a new realm.

Indulge in your own desires, live freely and naturally.

I have a feeling that he is not far from the perfect state of being able to create all laws with a single sword.

The phantom of the Crimson-Eared Ancestor, who was equivalent to a Great True Monarch, was actually inferior to a Nascent Soul cultivator who had cultivated step by step in front of him, a swordsman of such prowess.

At the very least, someone in the late Nascent Soul stage wouldn't be dismembered and shattered by such a single sword strike; they could still put up some resistance.

The lightning bolts continued to leap, unsatisfied even after the phantom of the Crimson-Eared Ancestor dissipated.

Once again, birth and death occur, and thunder roars down upon the world, carrying with it the impulse to give birth to new life.

Countless sword lights followed, creating various worlds of sword light.

Unfortunately, there were fewer fifth-tier flying swords this time, resulting in fewer sword light combinations and making Dao Sheng's sword strike less powerful than when he dealt with the Red-Eared Ancestor last time.

However, with more experience, the second activation allowed for minor adjustments by the censors, resulting in improvements in many areas.

By the time it landed on the Rotten Axe Mountain Formation, it had become an extremely dazzling sword light.

Countless booming and crashing sounds made it seem as if the end of the world had arrived ahead of schedule.

The violent impact caused severe landslides in the mountains near Lankeshan, extending beyond the protective range of the formation, with boulders crashing down from the mountaintops.

Countless sticks converged into one, bearing the price of piercing the sky, and smashed towards the sword light.

boom!
The shockwave was soaring, uprooting many centuries-old trees and leaving deep pits.

As the smoke and dust cleared and the golden staff broke, the eight demon generals that had appeared above the formation were still actively dealing with the lesser demons.

In a single exchange, heads fell to the ground, and countless brilliant sword lights bloomed from their bodies.

Click!Click!
This formation, which had protected Rotten Axe Mountain for tens of thousands of years, was utterly fragile in the face of Bai Zichen's Dao Sheng Sword.

But think about it, this is a miraculous sword strike that can reverse the Nascent Soul stage and sever the Divine Transformation stage. How could a quasi-fifth-order formation, presided over by only three or five transformed demons, withstand it?

The array's protective barrier shattered, revealing the three-headed demon in its true form, lying on the mountaintop, panting heavily.

They are a two-headed demon wolf, a golden water ape, and a snow-white rabbit that is half the height of a person.

The sword light continued unabated. Just as the two-headed wolf spewed out water and fire magic from its two heads, a flash of white light appeared at its neck, and the two heads flew away.

There were also spells hidden in the abdomen, held back until they exploded with two muffled sounds inside.

The golden water ape, unaware of its relationship with the Red-Eared Ancestor, actually withstood Dao Sheng's sword strike for several breaths, emitting a harsh, teeth-grinding sound.

Like countless saws twisting and turning, the sword light world advanced like a wheel battle, finally cutting open the golden skin.

Blood splattered like a fountain, accompanied by the roar of the golden water ape.

Its demonic body continued to expand, and its aura showed a trend of developing towards the upper rank of the fourth grade.

However, a strand of sword thread emerged, and a sword hole appeared simultaneously on the golden water ape's chest, between its eyebrows, and on the back of its head.

It swayed from side to side and then crashed to the ground.

"I surrender, I surrender, please don't kill me!"

The rabbit demon trembled with fear, lay on its back with its paws in the air, and begged for mercy.

"I am in charge of all three medicinal herb gardens on Rotten Axe Mountain. Even the Red-Eared Ancestor praised me highly for taking care of them. I also have a knack for grinding herbs! The powder I grind can be applied directly to the affected area and achieve 70% of the effect of freshly made pills. I am the only one in the demon race who can do this!"

"I'm very useful! I'm willing to sign a contract to become a spirit beast, please don't kill me!"

Perhaps due to the trauma of facing death, the rabbit demon's speech became clear and rapid, and it dared not waste a single word.

From beginning to end, they were showcasing their skills while demanding low prices and easy service.

However, it is quite rare for a transformed demon to suddenly act so shamelessly.

It's especially baffling that it surrendered so readily and became a spirit beast with no status.

"Pounding herbs? Cultivating a medicinal herb garden? Are you a spiritual plant master?"

Bai Zichen withdrew all his sword lights, and with two steps, he was already inside Rotten Axe Mountain.

For other cultivators, this was considered a heroic and skillful battle on the front lines; for him, it was merely a leisurely stroll.

"No, no, I don't understand what humans call spiritual plant cultivation, but I'm naturally most sensitive to all spiritual herbs. I can tell you what kind of soil a spiritual herb is best planted in and how to treat it to make it grow faster."

"As for grinding medicine, it should also be a talent, as I haven't shown similar talent in other aspects. But as soon as I put the spiritual medicine into my mortar and pestle, I can know the best combination and the best balance of force. Whether it's refining pills or grinding them into powder for external application, it's about 20% higher than normal."

The rabbit demon pulled out a silver pestle and a silver mortar from somewhere, threw them forward, and they both landed in front of him.

It glanced at it quickly, then immediately continued to wave its hands and beg for mercy as if nothing had happened.

Bai Zichen took a look and realized it was actually a spirit treasure-level medicine-pounding tool.

This kind of purely auxiliary treasure has almost no means of fighting enemies, unless you hold it in your hand and smash it on the opponent's head.

Even among human sects, very few are willing to devote their energy to this aspect.

Let alone the demon race, who generally don't value external things, it's simply a fantasy that a pair of spirit treasure-level tools specifically for grinding medicine could exist.

"Open your mind, and I will establish a spirit beast contract with you."

Bai Zichen observed that the white rabbit's demonic energy was clear and free of any strong bloodlust, suggesting that it spent most of its time on the mountain and rarely ventured out.

Even during the great war between the two races, they still hid in the Rotten Axe Mountain, and their hands were not stained with the blood of many human cultivators.

There have been many things going on in real life these past few days, and I've been getting home very late every day. I've been updating first and revising later. If you feel there are some gaps in the flow, you can go back and flip through it; there might have been minor changes to the plot.

The process is basically complete, and we will try to bring forward the update time as much as possible.

He bowed and took his leave.

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