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Huanghua Temple happened to be on another day when someone attained enlightenment and became an immortal.

The disciples, wearing stone masks, stood in neat rows, all looking up at their master in front of them.

His name is Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, and he is a centipede demon.

Everyone knows this, and they also know that what they are cultivating is not some immortal technique, but a demonic art. However, the day of becoming an immortal is just around the corner, and no one would want to choose another day to ascend to immortality.

A disciple carrying a gourd of elixirs approached the disciples who were about to ascend to immortality, and they immediately held it out with both hands, warmly welcoming the elixirs.

"Your cultivation has reached a certain level; you only lack one golden pill. Once swallowed, you will ascend to immortality," said the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, his hands behind his back.

Before he could finish speaking, someone had already swallowed the pill in his hand, his eyes rolled back, and it took him a long time to recover.

Some hesitated, unsure whether to wait for the Qi sensation to return before swallowing, or to swallow it immediately now. Cultivating immortality ultimately requires a more cautious approach.

"Ugh!" The first disciple to swallow the pill had his cheeks flushed red. Then, his head exploded like a watermelon, and a huge fleshy ball grew out of it. The fleshy ball wriggled like an egg and eventually turned into a strange insect.

The insect took the place of the head, split open its abdomen, revealing rows of teeth and elongated mouthparts covered in stringy mucus.

One after another, heads exploded with a crackling sound.

More and more disciples turned into insects.

"what!"

Those disciples who had not yet taken the pills were even more afraid to swallow them upon seeing this scene, and threw the pills aside in terror.

"Sigh." The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord shook his head and sighed, "It seems you have no destiny to become an immortal."

As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples who had transformed into strange insects pounced on him and devoured the disciples who had not taken the pills in the blink of an eye.

"We're still a step too late." A faint sigh drifted over.

Upon hearing the voice, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord turned his head and looked at the woman dressed in black, saying, "So it's Fourth Sister."

His gaze shifted back, and he noticed Tan Wenjie standing behind the woman. His expression immediately turned serious.

Whether you can't see through them or see through them too clearly, the other person is just an ordinary person.

Judging from his aura alone, the other party was an ordinary person, but if you look at his appearance, he had a third eye between his eyebrows... Would an ordinary person have an extra eye on their forehead? Clearly, the other party's strength was far superior to his own.

"Welcome, Immortal."

Those who make a name for themselves in this era, whether demons or gods, are all adept at reading people and situations.

This was clearly not the result Fourth Sister wanted. She turned to Tan Wenjie and said, "Immortal, it refines demons into pills to supply the heavens and keeps mortal beings captive..."

"Shut up!" the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord roared. "I am merely acting on the orders of Heaven."

"you……"

"boom!"

A sword light cleaved the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord in two on the spot. He only got half of his lines out, and the other half was stuck in his mouth, probably waiting until his next life to finish them.

The fourth sister swallowed hard: "Immortal?"

She realized for the first time how convincing her words were; the immortal before her didn't even bother to verify it, and directly beheaded the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord.

It feels so good to be trusted.

Tan Wenjie said angrily, "I haven't even started speaking yet, and it's telling me to shut up?"

Fourth Sister: "..."

Is that why? So it wasn't out of trust after all. I feel a little uneasy about that.

Tan Wenjie turned his head and asked, "What did you just say?"

“I said…” Fourth Sister pointed inside and said, “This is where the immortals cultivate medicinal herbs.”

Just then, the group of insect-transformed disciples who had taken the "elixir" raised their heads and pounced in the direction where Tan Wenjie was.

Their cultivation levels were too weak to detect the difference in strength between them. The scene looked like moths to a flame. Tan Wenjie stood still, while the insect-transformed disciples rushed towards him like madmen, exploding into a chaotic mess of blood and gore that sprayed out one semi-circular dome after another in the air.

Several disciples, whose bodies had been maimed by their fellow disciples, wailed and begged Tan Wenjie for help.

Tan Wenjie was puzzled. Wasn't the Spider Demon Fourth Sister who was by his side enough to explain the problem? He was a person who valued appearance... ptooey, a person who valued justice. The beautiful demon lady hated this way of life, and you, as former humans, were single-mindedly trying to cultivate into demons.

After giving him a disdainful look, Tan Wenjie casually swept Huanghua Temple clean.

He gained a lot from Huanghua Temple, including knowledge of spiritual essence, elixirs, and other aspects. Slaying monsters can yield spiritual essence, which is why this breeding farm exists. Spiritual essence is the most crucial thing in this world, capable of enhancing strength, achieving immortality, refining elixirs, and so on.

In short, with spiritual essence, one can move forward steadily.

The mastermind behind all this is likely within the Heavenly Court.

"Spiritual essence, alchemy—where can we find monsters? They have to be strong enough."

The spiritual essence obtained by weak monsters is barely enough to fill their own teeth.

The fourth sister, standing nearby, cautiously reminded her, "There is a kingdom of ten thousand demons, called Lion Camel Ridge."

Lion Camel Ridge?

Tan Wenjie's impression of Lion Camel Ridge was limited to the Peacock Princess part; the rest was just monkeys fighting monsters, and then fighting monsters again.

With a flash, he had already headed west, leaving the Spider Demon Fourth Sister standing there, staring at the dilapidated Yellow Flower Temple, not knowing what to do.

Lion Camel Ridge.

Tan Wenjie landed on the mountaintop: "Monster, release your aura."

"How dare you!" Three demon kings rushed out of the cave.

Normally, there would be no need for such a grand welcome, but today the three brothers sensed that the other party had an extremely strong aura. One-on-one might be disadvantageous, and two against one would seem a bit bullying, so they decided to go for three against one. Since they were already bullying someone, they might as well bully them thoroughly.

If monsters care about their reputation, what's the difference between them and gods?

"Hmm?" The old elephant with yellow tusks felt a jolt in his heart when he saw the figure. "Brothers, why does that person look so familiar?"

The blue-haired lion monster: "It looks like... Kingsoft God."

Being a monster is one thing, but it doesn't mean you have to seek death.

"I'll go!" Upon hearing that the other party was actually the God of Gold Mountain, the Golden-Winged Roc excitedly rushed forward.

Because the Golden-Winged Roc had been looking forward to this competition for a long time, it launched a fierce attack from the start.

The two fought from the sky to the ground, and were already out of their sight, so the two demon kings had to listen with their ears.

They certainly wouldn't agree to be beaten, so they might as well go back to their caves and drink.

If the Golden-Winged Roc wins, then everyone will be happy; if the Golden Mountain God wins, then he will punish himself with three cups of wine.

Monsters from the sky know this basic procedure.

"That Jinshan God is indeed quite skilled, he was able to withstand Third Brother's moves."

"Yes, Third Brother's martial arts are unparalleled in the Three Realms. He actually took more than a dozen moves to defeat the person. His strength should not be underestimated."

"Bang!" "Boom!"

The sound of fists colliding with bodies could be heard.

The blue-haired lion monster and the yellow-toothed elephant exchanged a glance, both revealing an expression of "it is indeed so."

"My third brother's martial arts skills are top-notch. He took two punches from him without making a sound. He has an extremely tough body."

"Hmph!" A muffled groan came as soon as he finished speaking.

The green-haired lion monster laughed loudly: "See? Third brother won."

If they can make the enemy cry out, victory is assured. The old yellow-tusked elephant nodded in agreement.

Of the three brothers, the Golden-Winged Roc may not be the strongest in terms of raw power, but his supernatural abilities are certainly the greatest. If an opponent cannot defeat his third brother, he will inevitably fall into his grasp.

The blue-haired lion monster continued, "My third brother will definitely make him kneel down and beg for mercy."

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice outside begged for mercy.

The old elephant with yellow tusks was puzzled: "Why does it sound like my third brother's voice?"

"Hmm?" The green-haired lion monster was shocked. After listening carefully, it was discovered that it was indeed the voice of the Golden-Winged Roc.

boom!
The Golden-Winged Roc crashed into the cave entrance.

The two demon kings: "..."

Looking towards the doorway, Tan Wenjie strode in, rubbing his fists and grinning maliciously.

"Wait!" Dapeng suddenly raised his hand and shouted.

Seeing that Tan Wenjie had actually stopped, he raised his hand to wipe his somewhat dark and bluish eye sockets, and after a sharp "hiss—" sound of pain, he continued:
"Let's see the treasure!"

"Let's see the treasure!"

Just as the Golden-Winged Roc pulled half of the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle from his crotch, Tan Wenjie on the other side was already pointing eight magic weapons at them.

There was a gourd, a bottle, a jar, and even something that looked like a chamber pot. Considering that the opponent's strength was not much different from his own, the Golden-Winged Roc absolutely did not believe that the opponent would take out a chamber pot.

"This is a Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle! It contains Yin and Yang energies. Once you enter it, it will turn into a thick liquid in no time."

"This is the Nine Dragons Universe Cauldron! It contains the essence of nine evil dragons. If you enter it, you will be devoured by the evil dragons, and you will turn into a puddle of urine in less than two breaths."

The Golden-Winged Roc cursed inwardly: "What a cunning imitator!"

Whatever I say, the other person repeats.

"So, you're brave enough to come in and give it a try?"

"What's there to be afraid of? But would you dare to try it here?"

"Of course I dare! As long as you're willing to enter my Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle, I'll enter your Nine Dragons Universe Cauldron!"

"Why say so much? If you dared, you would have come in already!"

I bet you just don't dare!

"See if I dare!"

The two men drew closer and closer, staring at each other like bulls locked in a duel. Suddenly, they burst into laughter and stepped back, creating some distance between themselves.

"You're trying to use reverse psychology." "Aren't you the same?"

"Why don't we give it a try? If we're not skilled enough and die from their magic weapons, don't blame anyone else."

“You go in first, then I’ll go in,” said the Golden-Winged Roc.

Tan Wenjie shook his head: "No, what if I go in and you don't go in?"

The Golden-Winged Roc opened its mouth and said, "How about this..."

Seeing that Tan Wenjie was truly ready to listen attentively, Dapeng grabbed the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle and placed it over Tan Wenjie's head, successfully taking him inside.

He sealed the bottle opening and laughed loudly, "This bottle contains the energies of Yin and Yang."

"Hiss, why is there fire?" Tan Wenjie's muffled voice came from inside the bottle.

"Hahaha!" The Golden-Winged Roc laughed even more wildly and triumphantly. "If you don't speak in the bottle, it will only be cool. But if you open your mouth, fire will come and burn you. In no time, you will surely turn into thick water."

"Really?" Tan Wenjie's voice continued from inside the bottle. "I feel fine."

Golden-Winged Roc: "?"

Could it be that my bottle suffered some kind of aftereffect from being punctured by a monkey hair last time? Otherwise, how could its heat retention have decreased so much?

"La la la la~ You carry the load, you lead the horse~" Tan Wenjie's singing voice came from the bottle.

The three demons stood guard over the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle, looking at each other in bewilderment.

As time slowly passed, the voice inside the bottle not only did not weaken, but instead became more and more energetic, and the voice became louder and louder.

"Third brother, why don't you let him out?" The old yellow-toothed elephant covered its ears, having been tormented by the singing to the point of near ecstasy and mental collapse.

Since the bottle can't kill them, let's release it quickly and have a proper discussion. At worst, we can have a head-on fight. Anyway, it's my third brother, the Golden-Winged Roc, who caused the trouble, not me.

The blue-haired lion monster nodded in agreement.

Tan Wenjie, inside the bottle, was indeed scorched by the flames, but his condition was surprisingly good because he was no longer burned by the flames. No matter what kind of fire it was, it would only help him recover.

That's why, while others are afraid to enter the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle, Tan Wenjie is itching to go in and experience it properly, and also to restore his fighting strength.

"Okay!" The Golden-Winged Roc nodded, opened the bottle, but Tan Wenjie was still nowhere to be seen.

"Ok?"

It tilted the bottle and tried to pour it out, but nothing came out.

Suddenly a beam of light shot out.

Holding the Nine Dragons Universe Cauldron, Tan Wenjie pointed it at the head of the Golden-Winged Roc and shouted, "Monster, look at this treasure!"

The Golden-Winged Roc's heart skipped a beat. The expected suction force did not come. Instead, he was soaked with water, followed by a nauseating smell of urine.

"Ugh, what is this?!"

“My pee,” Tan Wenjie replied matter-of-factly, “didn’t I tell you before that you’d turn into a pee in less than two breaths?”

The Golden-Winged Roc laughed in fury: "You're courting death!"

Snapped!
The stick struck the bird's head precisely, causing the golden-winged roc's head to buzz and its vision to become clear.

I almost forgot, I only challenged him to a contest of magical weapons because I couldn't beat him with my fists and feet. But even my best magical weapon couldn't defeat him. What should I do now?

After much thought, there was only one person who could save him: his nephew.

But then it felt its vision suddenly darken, and when it came to its senses, it found itself in a shady place.

This place seems somewhat familiar.

Looking to the side, the blue-haired lion monster and the yellow-toothed elephant were both there, trembling but covering their mouths and daring not to speak. So the answer was obvious. The golden-winged roc understood that he had been imprisoned in the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle.

However, it was not flustered. The three brothers had long known the secrets of the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle. As long as they kept quiet, they could simply relax inside.

"You're probably thinking that as long as you don't say anything, everything will be fine, right?" a voice came from the side.

The Golden-Winged Roc sensed something was wrong and turned to look. He saw that Tan Wenjie had appeared there at some point, holding his hands like a megaphone next to his mouth, as if he were about to shout.

The flames in the bottle were burning because Tan Wenjie had spoken earlier, but thankfully his voice wasn't loud and the flames weren't too intense, so he could barely hold on by gritting his teeth.

"La la la la—!" Tan Wenjie shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Grandpa, spare me!" *3
These are truly living ancestors. They've never seen anyone suffer in a bottle like this before. Judging from their expressions, they not only don't feel uncomfortable, but they seem to be enjoying it.

This person is not only extremely powerful, but also extremely mentally unstable!

"He knelt down so quickly?"

Tan Wenjie sang without regard for the consequences, watching as the three demons were gradually refined. Some of them turned into pus and blood, while others transformed into... spiritual essence!
It is used for alchemy, to achieve immortality, and to attain eternal life.

The most precious treasure in this world.

Highly nourishing. (End of Chapter)