I forge immortality with spiritual treasures.

Chapter 169: Eliminating Demons
The moon sets and stars appear horizontally.

As dawn approaches but before full light, one should ride the clouds and hide in the sky to nourish one's spirit.

Suddenly, the clouds in the sky began to change shape.

Ying Chan opened his eyes and looked into the distance, where he saw a dark, sinister wind howling toward them.

"This is……"

Ying Chan's gaze sharpened slightly, and he thought to himself, "A demonic cultivator?"

The Demonic Sect, or rather, the Demonic Path—

The devil is also the Tao. Although this is a saying of the Demonic Sect, it cannot be denied that the Demonic Sect did indeed originate from Taoism.

Even within the Xuandu Sect, there are explicit records stating that the Demonic Sect originated in the Middle Ages and was initially considered a legitimate Taoist cultivation method, enjoying great popularity for a time.

However, as time went by, the two eventually parted ways due to their conflicting philosophies, which even triggered a great calamity between the Dao and the Demonic.

After the great calamity, the Demonic Sect no longer enjoyed its former glory, but it did not decline either, and has continued to exist to this day.

Among the seven most prosperous cultivation sects in the Southern Continent today, namely the "Four Sects and Three Schools", there are two demonic sects.

This also shows that the Demonic Sect is different from other sects and miscellaneous schools; it does have superior methods that can lead to the Great Dao.

The energy within that gloomy wind was not turbid; its magical power was quite pure. While cultivators from unorthodox sects may have varying levels of cultivation, they rarely exhibited such an aura.

Therefore, it should be concluded that this person is a demonic cultivator, not from one of the two major demonic sects, but probably a descendant of them.

This time, Ying Chan left the Da Wan Mountain to travel, thinking that he might encounter demonic cultivators, but he did not expect that it would come so quickly.

He watched as the eerie wind howled in, circled around Liangzhou City, and suddenly a cultivator in black robes appeared from it, his face gloomy, and he made hand seals to cast a spell, as if searching for qi.

Ying Chan immediately had a good idea of ​​what was going on.

He suspected that the nine-child ghost infants must have been cultivated and formed through evil magic. If that were the case, the person who performed the ritual would surely sense it after he eliminated the nine-child ghost infants.

Therefore, Ying Chancai was able to wait here like a rabbit waiting to run into a tree stump.

It seems it wasn't all in vain.

He stood up from the cloud and asked calmly, "You must be the one who 'divinated' the fate of that Master Wang and devised the method to raise the Nine Ghost Infants, right?"

Ying Chan had concealed his aura, so the black-robed demonic cultivator hadn't noticed. Upon suddenly hearing this voice, his heart skipped a beat.

Looking back, one could see a young Taoist priest standing on a cloud, his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, and his expression cold.

"A member of the Xuandu Sect?"

His expression changed again as he recognized Ying Chan's Taoist robe. He raised his hand and unleashed a burst of flying needles, attacking without hesitation.

Ying Chan narrowed his eyes slightly.

In this day and age, Taoism and the heretical sects, while not necessarily sworn enemies, are certainly not on the same path.

The reason he didn't directly attack and take down the person by surprise was twofold: firstly, he disdained a sneak attack, and secondly, he wanted to find out whether the Nine-Child Ghost Infant was created by this person.

It seems to be almost certainly true.

Since that's the case, he didn't bother to say anything more.

Ying Chan saw that the flying needles were shimmering with green light and wrapped in poisonous fire. It was clear at a glance that they were vicious magical weapons that would injure anyone who touched them.

But he merely snorted, flicked his sleeve and a gust of wind swept out, deflecting the flying needles. Then, with a flick of his finger, a magnificent sword light burst forth, slashing through the air!
The black-robed demonic cultivator's expression immediately changed drastically.

He pulled a wooden talisman from his neck, chanted a few times, and threw it out. Then he hurriedly rode the yin wind to escape.

As the wooden talisman flew into the air, it began to expand continuously, producing dozens of twisted branches, as if a wooden demon was trying to squeeze itself out of it.

However, this thing has not yet revealed its true form.

Ying Chan's Gengjin Yuanfu sword energy slashed through, instantly splitting it in two!
The black-robed demonic cultivator rode the yin wind, but before he could escape far, sword energy had already caught up and slashed him in the back.

Fortunately, the Gengjin Yuanfu sword energy had weakened somewhat after slashing through the wooden talisman, and the person was also protected by a magical artifact.

Therefore, when the sword energy struck his back, only a burst of spiritual light erupted, failing to sever him completely. "Cough! Cough!"

The demonic cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood essence, but without turning his head, he pointed at the scattered blood droplets. The blood essence seeped into the yin wind, and his speed of flight instantly increased exponentially.

Seeing this, Ying Chan remained motionless, seemingly unafraid of the man escaping. He simply made a hand seal, pointed at him from afar, and shouted, "Suppress!"

Upon hearing the sound, the demonic cultivator felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and his body went numb. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.

It seemed that in that instant, he was no longer here, but was trapped in the eye of the sea, with a sacred mountain pressing down on him, preventing him from ever rising again.

Although this feeling faded away in the blink of an eye.

But when he opened his eyes, he felt dizzy and disoriented. In a daze, he seemed to see a headless body falling.

It turned out that Ying Chan had subdued him, and then another sword aura flew out, beheading the man.

Thus, in the blink of an eye, he had already slain the demonic cultivator with his sword.

Despite this victory, Ying Chan remained indifferent.

This demonic cultivator's magical power was quite refined, but compared to him, it was insignificant.

Moreover, he is a cultivator of all laws, and is most skilled in combat. Back then, Yu Yang of the Hengfa Sect could not last more than ten rounds against him, let alone a demonic cultivator with mediocre cultivation.

He killed this person with almost no effort, but his magical power was somewhat depleted because he had used this great technique to suppress the demonic cultivator for a moment in order to test the mystery of the 'Mysterious Capital True Word Myriad Laws Spell'.

This is the "Suppress" spell he devised, using his own water and earth elemental properties to forcibly suppress his opponent.

But now it seems...

"If you want to suppress cultivators, you need to expend more magic power to do so."

Ying Chan pondered, "If the opponent's strength is similar to mine, then I'm afraid it will be difficult to put it to use."

Now is not the time to ponder magic; the thought should be turned aside and temporarily put aside.

To guard against the strangeness of demonic methods, he flicked his finger, sending out a spark of flame that burned the fallen corpse and head of the demonic cultivator to ashes, leaving only a few items, which he then summoned into his hand.

Ying Chan casually flipped through the pages and found that this demonic cultivator was extremely poor. Apart from the two magical artifacts he had just revealed, he had almost nothing else on him.

Not to mention money, even some common spiritual items and elixirs were scarce.

Ying Chan frowned involuntarily.

It wasn't that they were dissatisfied with the meager harvest, but rather that this demonic cultivator's wealth was unlike that of a normal cultivator, and even less worthy of his efforts in raising and cultivating the Nine Ghost Infants.

"Could it be that there is a mastermind behind this?"

One should reflect on one's own actions.

At this moment, the long-obscured sky suddenly turned white, and a vast expanse of purple aura came from the east.

All things in the world are thus revitalized.

"Taoist priest," Cai Que'er peeked out from his collar, still half asleep, and mumbled, "Hasn't the person who raises and refines ghost infants delivered himself to our door yet?"

Ying Chan chuckled and said, "The fairy woke up late. I have already dealt with that demonic cultivator."

"what?"

Cai Que'er suddenly snapped out of her daze and raised her voice a few decibels, "I only dozed off for a little while in the spirit beast pouch, how could I have missed it?"

Immediately, it noticed Ying Chan's choice of words: "Demonic cultivators? Where are the demonic cultivators?"

Ying Chan said, "It has already turned to ashes."

"you--!"

The colorful sparrow flew up in a panic, angrily shouting, "Taoist priest!"

(End of this chapter)