Two Worlds: The Demon Cultivator Mistakenly Enters the Lord's World

Chapter 201 Green Dragon's Nest
Within the Kingdom of Moro, the Blood God Cult's influence had long since permeated every inch of land, controlling everything in the mortal realm.

From the appointment and removal of officials to the livelihood of ordinary people, everything needs to be guided by the Blood God Sect.

In the land of Moro, every household was forced to worship the Blood God.

Moreover, this offering is not as simple as offering food and incense as usual. Instead, it requires regularly visiting the Blood God Cult temples scattered throughout the country and offering one's own blood as a sacrifice.

On the 3rd, 15th, and 29th of each month, long queues would form in front of the temple, with people walking into the hall one by one with expressionless faces.

The priest in the temple, holding a sharp silver knife, would lightly make a cut on each person's wrist, and the bright red blood would flow through a tube into a specially made blood jar. Only when the blood in the jar reached the prescribed level would the priest use herbs to stop the bleeding.

This regular blood draw caused the people of Moro Kingdom to become as pale as paper, with sunken eyes and a dull gaze as if they had never woken up. Their bodies were also extremely thin, and they looked as if they would collapse at any moment if a gust of wind blew by.

Even more appalling is that the Blood God Cult encourages ordinary people to have more children under the pretext that "serving the Blood God requires a large family."

Even if a family is already destitute and struggling to feed themselves, they still have to have seven or eight children.

If the common people resisted even slightly, they would be accused of "blaspheming the Blood God," and would be whipped at best, or thrown into the Blood God's altar at worst, becoming victims of "blood sacrifice."

Ultimately, the Blood God Cult of Namoro Kingdom was nothing more than raising ordinary people like pigs to be slaughtered.

They didn't care about the lives of ordinary people; they only cared about whether they could breed batch after batch of fresh "blood bags" to continuously supply the blood of the sect's cultivators for them to cultivate their blood-path demonic arts.

Under such cruel rule, there was no sign of life on the land of Moro, only endless despair and bloodshed, which shrouded every person struggling to survive.

Thinking of the tragic state of the Moro Kingdom and the supernatural powers of the Blood God Demon Scripture passed down by this sect, the Old Dragon King of Honghu felt a chill run down his spine and shuddered.

His eyes were filled with fear, as if this supernatural power was some kind of monstrous flood.

"This supernatural power is probably just like the Buddhist supernatural powers of the Vajra Temple, both of which have inexplicable secrets!"

The old Dragon King frowned, his voice tinged with lingering fear.

“Look at the Blood God Sect, they rely on sucking the blood of ordinary people to cultivate. Their supernatural powers must also be based on a strange and insidious method. Cultivating them would probably harm the harmony of heaven and earth and diminish one's merits.”

He shook his head repeatedly, his tone becoming increasingly firm.

"I can't learn it, absolutely not! I don't want to follow in the footsteps of the Tongtian River Dragon King, nor do I want to get involved in such a heinous cultivation method, lest I make a mistake in my cultivation and ruin my thousand years of cultivation."

After saying that, he deliberately looked away, as if he felt it was inappropriate to even think about it for a moment longer.

The Old Dragon King of Honghu suppressed his fear of the Blood God Demon Scripture and turned his gaze to the Mingyu Spring and Autumn Cicada Method, which was passed down by the Jade Cicada Temple.

This supernatural power originated from the Xuanmen sect and is completely different from the Blood God Sect's Blood Path Demonic Art.

During cultivation, one must draw upon the earth's energy to nourish the physical body, following a path of moderation and harmony.

Even so, the Old Dragon King of Honghu still felt somewhat uneasy.

Having been frightened by the hidden tricks of the Buddhist supernatural powers of the Vajra Temple, it's inevitable that they would have some doubts when facing the unfamiliar supernatural powers of the Dao Xuan Sect.

"I wonder if there are any hidden tricks within the Xuanmen supernatural powers? After all, it's an ancient and well-established technique; who can guarantee it's 100% clean?"

But then he thought again and sighed softly.

I dare not touch Buddhist supernatural powers, and I cannot learn blood-path demonic arts. At present, the only choice I can make is the "Mingyu Spring and Autumn Cicada Technique".

Although there seem to be many choices, the old dragon king of Honghu Lake actually doesn't have many options left.

Now that he has arrived in the Lord's World and severed ties with the Liang Kingdom's aquatic tribes, the Old Dragon King of Honghu has no other way to obtain supernatural powers.

He has already mastered all three supernatural powers of the Liang Kingdom's aquatic tribes; if he wants to acquire new supernatural powers, he can only seek them from outside.

After the incident with the Dragon King of the Tongtian River, the aquatic creatures of Liang Kingdom are now under the jurisdiction of the Buddhist Vajra Temple.

Even if they were to make contact now, the Old Dragon King of Honghu would not dare to accept any supernatural powers or techniques offered by the Liang Kingdom's aquatic tribes.

Who would believe that what the traitor provided contained a backup plan from the Vajra Temple?

"Fortunately, both Abbot Lu and Abbot Yuchan have mastered this supernatural power. If there were a real problem, how could they have escaped unscathed?"

Thinking of this, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, which was the only thing that put his mind at ease.

With most of his concerns gone, the Old Dragon King of Honghu finally made up his mind and chose the "Mingyu Spring and Autumn Cicada Method".

After practicing the Mingyu Spring and Autumn Cicada Technique, the Old Dragon King of Honghu Lake immediately realized the wonders of the best building in Blackstone Territory: the 2-star magic guild.

In the center of the Magic Guild's main hall, a crystal emitted a soft, rich yellow light.

Lu Feng, Daoist Yu Chan, and all the soldiers in the territory who practiced earth-based cultivation techniques—their insights, the bottlenecks they encountered, and the methods to overcome them—have all been gathered in the crystal.

The Old Dragon King of Honghu placed his palm on the crystal, and instantly felt countless insights flowing into his mind like a stream.

Everything about the Divine Power Jade Spring and Autumn Cicada Method, from the methods of guiding spiritual energy to the secrets of physical transformation, is included.

With the help of the Magic Guild, the Old Dragon King of Honghu Lake was able to cultivate this supernatural power with twice the result with half the effort, and he successfully mastered it in just three days.

The divine seed of the Bright Jade Spring and Autumn Cicada has already condensed in the Dao Foundation Space within his body, making it several times faster than ordinary cultivators exploring on their own.

All that remains is for him to accumulate the earth's energy, slowly practice his supernatural powers, complete nine transformations, and finally achieve perfection in his supernatural abilities.

There is no time to practice.

The days flowed quietly like a mountain stream, passing one day after another, seemingly calm on the surface, but in reality, undercurrents were surging.

After the Vajra Temple swiftly subdued the aquatic tribes of Liang Kingdom and brought their influence over the rivers, lakes, and seas of Liang Kingdom under its control, the entire cultivation world of Liang Kingdom gradually returned to peace.

But this calm is more like the calm before the storm.

Everyone knows that the rise of Buddhism in Liang Kingdom is unstoppable.

Although there had been occasional frictions between Taoism and Buddhism, they had always maintained a delicate balance.

However, with the powerful appearance of Guangming, a Buddhist cultivator at the Golden Core Realm, this balance has been completely broken.

Under the overwhelming power of the Golden Core Buddhist cultivator Guangming, the Xuanmen sect of Liang Kingdom was powerless to resist the Buddhist forces and could only watch helplessly as the Buddhist forces spread like a tidal wave.

Fortunately, the two sides have not completely broken off relations, and have not reached the point of full-scale war and armed conflict, where they are determined to fight to the death.

Although the Xuanmen disciples were indignant, they could only suppress their anger. Although the Buddhist side held an absolute advantage, they did not pursue and kill everyone. Anyone with discerning eyes could see the key to this after a little thought.

This was merely the monk Guangming's restraint; what he feared was the old celestial master at the Golden Core realm on Mount Longhu.

To be precise, it was that old Celestial Master at the Golden Core Realm whose lifespan was nearing its end.

In the world of cultivation, although cultivators at the Golden Core stage have transcended the mortal realm, they still cannot escape the shackles of lifespan.

They can enjoy a lifespan of five hundred years, but once this five-hundred-year limit arrives, they will face extremely dangerous calamities.

The first of the three disasters is the wind disaster.

At that time, a windstorm will descend to test the cultivators at the Golden Core stage.

This wind is not from the southeast, northwest, or south winds, nor is it the north wind that blows through the metal, nor is it the wind that blows through the flowers, willows, pines, and bamboos; it is called the Bi wind.

"Blow into the six internal organs through the fontanelle, pass through the dantian, and penetrate the nine orifices, causing the bones and flesh to dissolve and the body to dissolve on its own."

The gale is as sharp as a blade and as keen as an awl, capable of penetrating every part of the body, turning even the hair on the limbs into feathers and leaving nothing behind, demonstrating its extremely strong destructive power.

First, it swept through the cultivators' blessed lands, shredding the carefully arranged spirit arrays and cultivated spirit plants, and even scraping the rocks into dust.
Immediately afterwards, the tribulation wind will penetrate the barrier of the blessed land and rush straight to the cultivator's body, like countless invisible sharp blades, aiming to tear apart the meridians, bones, and even the golden core.

This calamity is both a test and an opportunity.

If a cultivator can withstand the tribulation wind with their own cultivation, or with the help of protective magic treasures and secret techniques, they can break the lifespan limit and gain another five hundred years of lifespan. Their cultivation may even break through the barrier.

However, if one cannot withstand the tribulation, one can only watch helplessly as the physical body is devoured by the tribulation wind, and even the golden core that one has painstakingly cultivated will collapse. In the end, one will perish along with the ruined blessed land, turning into a wisp of spiritual energy between heaven and earth, returning to its origin, and completely returning to heaven and earth without leaving a trace.

The old Celestial Master has cultivated for hundreds of years and is now in his twilight years, but he still possesses the cultivation level of the Golden Core Realm and has the Xuanmen's supreme treasure, the "Celestial Master's Talisman Sword." If it really comes down to a fight, even if Guangming wins, he will inevitably pay a heavy price.

The monk Guangming had his own plans in mind:

When the old Celestial Master on Longhu Mountain passes away peacefully, and no new Golden Core cultivator succeeds him, the Xuanmen, having lost its core fighting force, will be like a tiger without its fangs. At that time, the Buddhist sect represented by the Vajra Temple will completely expand its power and swallow up the entire cultivation world of Liang Kingdom.

For a Golden Core cultivator with a long lifespan, waiting for decades or even centuries is just a matter of a snap of the fingers. Monk Guangming can obviously afford to wait that long.

He achieved the Golden Core realm in just over two hundred years, making him much younger than the old Celestial Master on Mount Longhu.

The current calm is merely a delaying tactic he has devised to gain ultimate control.

Lu Feng secretly investigated the situation in the cultivation world and saw everything.

He knew that he no longer had the opportunity to interfere in the cultivation world of Liang Kingdom, which was controlled by Buddhism and Taoism.

Lu Feng and his two territories are still somewhat lacking in strength, as they lack a Golden Core Realm expert to oversee them and are not capable of shaking the two behemoths.

Rushing into action and exposing oneself to two behemoths would only endanger the hard-earned power.

Therefore, Lu Feng specifically instructed Qinghe, Bihan, and others from Xuan Yin Temple to restrain the Taoists in the temple and prevent them from getting involved in disputes.

For now, Xuan Yin Temple should simply remain hidden in a corner of Hongze County, quietly developing its strength and waiting for the right moment to make its move.

However, in the Lords world, Lu Feng's style of doing things is much more brutal.

With the late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, the Old Dragon King of Honghu, in charge, and with the ability to mobilize a massive army of undead to form the Xuan Sha Shocking Heaven Array, the expansion of their territory was unbridled.

The Roland Forest next to Blackrock Territory is vast and boundless, but it was previously difficult to venture deep into due to the large number of monsters and ferocious beasts.

Now, Ironwall leads the undead legion to expand day and night. After months of fighting, most of the Roland Forest area has been taken control.

Now the undead army has marched all the way to the heart of the forest, and is only one step away from completely conquering this fertile land.

However, when Ironwall led the undead army into the core area of ​​Roland Forest, he had to temporarily halt the undead army's advance.

Through the shared vision of the Soul Flame, Lu Feng saw the true face of the long-standing legend of this forest.

He had previously heard that the Forest of Roland was not like it is now a hundred years ago.

A powerful dragon once nested here, making the forest its territory, and lingered there for a hundred years.

But later, for some unknown reason, the dragon suddenly disappeared, leaving only scattered legends circulating among the surrounding forces.

As Lu Feng ventured deeper into the Roland Forest, the lizardmen, dragon-born creatures, and traces of dragons he encountered along the way all served as strong evidence of this.

The scene before us now carries a heavier sense of vicissitude than the legends that have been passed down for centuries.

The Roland Forest we had passed through before was filled with ancient trees that blocked out the sky, but here, the dense forest suddenly thinned out, as if it had been cut off by an invisible giant hand.

In its place was a vast open space, roughly tens of miles in size, with a hard, iron-like surface and a dark, earthy yellow hue. Not to mention towering trees, not even a single low-lying weed could be seen; it was truly barren.

Upon closer inspection, marks of varying depths remain on the ground, including claw marks the size of a washbasin embedded in the soil. Although the edges have been rounded by wind and rain, the sharpness of the claw tips is still evident.

There were also crushing marks several meters wide, like tracks left by a giant beast dragging a heavy object, extending from the edge of the open space to the center, silently telling of the terrifying power of its former owner.

In the very center of the open space, a massive, jet-black tree collapsed with a deafening roar. Its trunk was so thick that it would take dozens of people to encircle it, and it stretched for miles. It lay across the ground, and from a distance, it looked like a sleeping black mountain range, majestic and awe-inspiring.

In the center of this giant black tree, a hollowed-out tree hole has been formed, transforming into a nest half-hidden within the giant tree.

The nest is made of glossy dark green scales and tough vines. Even though some scales have fallen off and the vines have long since dried up, an astonishing dragon's might still emanates from it.

The oppressive aura carried an ancient vastness and domineering power, causing the approaching undead soldiers to instinctively stop in their tracks. Even the soul fire on the iron wall trembled slightly, as if in awe of this former overlord of the forest.

"This is a dragon's lair, or more precisely, a green dragon's lair!"

Lu Feng analyzed the scene he saw through the iron wall.

Inside the giant tree cave, there remain dark green dragon scales, scales unique to dragons, which have remained intact even after a hundred years.

Just as Ironwall was preparing to lead the undead army deep into this place to explore the Green Dragon's lair.

"hold head high!"

A frenzied dragon roar emanated from the green dragon's lair on the giant tree, carrying terrifying dragon might as it swept in.

In a single exchange, the undead army at the forefront fell like wheat being harvested, their soul flames shattering instantly with that dragon's roar.

(End of this chapter)