Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

Chen Xueqing smiled faintly, her brows furrowed, but her eyes held a hint of coldness as she continued speaking gently:

"I know that Fellow Daoist Yu is confident in his own strength and should not underestimate himself, but Wang Sheng, as the Seventh Holy Son, naturally has strength that I need not say more about."

"His cultivation has reached the peak of the Purple Mansion realm, and he can easily defeat even a demigod."

Chen Xueqing paused, glanced at Yu Changsheng with a strange look in her eyes, and said, "To be honest, Fellow Daoist Yu is indeed very outstanding, but at present, he is only at the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm. Going against Wang Sheng now is tantamount to a dead end."

"It's best to wait a while until your cultivation level is high enough. At that time, I believe Wang Sheng won't be able to do anything to you. As for now..."

Chen Xueqing pondered for a moment, then shook her head and smiled slightly, her words becoming more direct: "As for now, going head-to-head with him would only be asking for trouble; you have no chance of winning."

"Even if one is arrogant, it is best to do so only when one's own safety is guaranteed. Otherwise, it would be utterly foolish. Therefore, Fellow Daoist Yu, you should carefully consider what I have said."

"For you, although it is not the only path, it is the relatively easiest path to take."

After Chen Xueqing finished speaking, she nodded and quietly looked at Yu Changsheng, her eyes seemingly full of meaning as she observed every subtle change in Yu Changsheng's expression.

Unfortunately, Yu Changsheng simply listened quietly as Chen Xueqing finished speaking, his expression unchanged, his face calm. He nodded slightly, chuckled softly, and bowed respectfully to Chen Xueqing with clasped hands.

"What the Holy Maiden says is absolutely right. I will keep it in mind. However, I won't trouble the Holy Maiden with this. For us cultivators, the path is inherently full of twists and turns. If we don't even have the courage to overcome this little storm on our own, then what kind of immortality are we cultivating?"

"I appreciate the Holy Maiden's kindness, thank you. As for the rest, we'll just have to take it one step at a time."

After Yu Changsheng finished speaking, he clasped his hands and bowed again. His attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, but his tone carried an unquestionable air. In his calmness, he also gave Chen Xueqing enough face.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xueqing narrowed her eyes slightly, looked deeply at Yu Changsheng, and said with a faint smile:

"Fellow Daoist Yu, you truly impress me. You are right, cultivators should certainly have this kind of magnanimity. However, magnanimity is static, while people are dynamic. People can be arrogant, but they must not be ignorant."

Chen Xueqing was still somewhat unwilling to give up, and said, "What I mean might not be clear to you yet. As my follower, I won't restrict you too much, and..."

Just as Chen Xueqing was about to say something, the entire Spirit Mine Island suddenly trembled. The violent shaking spread throughout the island, the pavilions shook, the earth trembled, the array protecting the entire island suddenly flickered, and the surrounding sea area surged with waves hundreds of meters high.

A sound like thunderclap, filled with anger and divine power, echoed above Spirit Mine Island.

"Who's in charge here? Yu Changsheng, come out and see me!"

The sound was deafening, shattering the sky above Bie Ling Mine Island. In an instant, the wind and clouds shifted, and an invisible pressure swept in. Miners across the entire island cried out in alarm, stopped their work, and watched this scene in horror.

Inside the pavilion, Yu Changsheng and Elder Wei's expressions changed instantly. They bowed slightly to Chen Xueqing and said, "It seems some trouble has come knocking. Please excuse us, Holy Maiden."

Chen Xueqing was taken aback, her beautiful eyes darted around, and she didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly, a hint of surprise in her expression. She followed Yu Changsheng out of the pavilion, and looking at the outside world, a sense of astonishment appeared in her eyes.

All that could be seen was a vast expanse of demonic energy covering the entire Spirit Mine Island, obscuring the sky. It was a dark, oppressive mass, and within the black mist, eerie crimson lightning crackled and flickered, radiating destructive energy.

"Roar roar roar!"

The fierce roar echoed within the black mist, with remnants of souls and vengeful figures flickering and wandering within it. The overwhelming resentment and demonic energy twisted the void together, and an astonishing pressure spread in all directions. The black mist surged and crashed heavily against the protective array guarding the island.

"Click..."

In an instant, a thunderous roar resounded, the array twisted and twisted, and tiny cracks slowly spread out. Even specks of black energy seeped through the cracks and spread into the island. The earth trembled, and panic gripped the people.

Countless miners looked up in terror at the scene, their eyes filled with panic and fear. A suffocating atmosphere spread through their hearts, and their expressions changed as they whispered in fear:

"What... what's going on?"

"Has the world changed? Why is there such a dense demonic aura...?"

"Are demonic cultivators coming? What should we do...?"

Countless people were filled with fear and unease. An invisible emotion spread through the crowd, and an astonishing pressure descended from the sky, weighing on everyone's nerves.

The formation swayed precariously, parting the black mist to reveal a massive ship riding the mist, soaring through the waves, hovering above the formation, looking down from the sky in a standoff.

This magnificent ship, hundreds of feet wide, slowly emerged from the black mist, its entire body radiating a dark light, as if it had sailed out of a dark abyss. Countless ghostly figures circled around the ship, emitting silent roars amidst their fierce cries, as if to welcome it.

This ship was magnificent and vast, its hull crafted from strange black wood, covered with twisted runes and unknown patterns, exuding an overwhelming sense of evil, and faintly shimmering with a dark red light, as if blood were flowing within it.

The bow of the ship resembled a ferocious beast's head, with a blue face and red patches, sharp fangs, and eyes that gleamed with an eerie green light, as if they could pierce through one's heart, sending chills down one's spine.

Rows of pale lanterns hung on both sides of the ship, emitting a cold and bleak light. Upon closer inspection, the lanterns were actually made of polished human heads, with flickering flames emitting specks of silver light. At the heart of the lantern, countless souls were continuously burning, emitting mournful roars and overwhelming resentment.

The surrounding air was tinged with an eerie atmosphere. Wherever the boat passed, mist spread out, carrying a stench of decay and death, fear, and oppression.

The huge black canvas on the mast fluttered in the night wind, and the huge magic patterns painted on the canvas appeared and disappeared, forming a huge three-headed hole pattern, revealing a chilling emotional fluctuation.

Fear, evil, eeriness...

Various auras spread through the void as the ghost ship sailed.

On the deck, a group of demonic cultivators dressed in black robes stood indistinctly. Their faces were hidden behind masks with blue faces and fangs, but their eyes were cold and they exuded a strong aura of evil, like a surging black tide.

At a glance, there were exactly twenty-one people, no more and no less, each with a different cultivation level and aura. Among them, the eight who took a step forward were the leaders, exuding a powerful aura that reached the heavens. Their Purple Mansion aura burst forth unrestrainedly, condensing into a ball, like an invisible giant hand descending from the sky, enveloping people's hearts.

The rest, most of whom had also reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm, were quite formidable when they joined forces.

"A demonic cultivator pirate group?"

Yu Changsheng's brows furrowed as he watched the scene unfold. His expression turned icy, and with a swift movement, he soared into the sky, blocking the ghost ship's path. He spoke in a chilling voice:

"Do you know that this is the territory of the Sea Beast Heavenly Island? You shadowy insects, aren't you being far too arrogant to come here like this?"

"Hehe, you must be Yu Changsheng?"

A hoarse voice came from the ghost ship. Yu Changsheng looked closely and saw that among the eight pirates with the Purple Mansion cultivation level, the leader was completely different from the group of black-robed demonic cultivators around him.

He was dressed in a white robe and wore a specially made mask that concealed his face and blocked the detection of divine sense. Only his eyes, visible beneath the mask, revealed that he was no ordinary person.

Unlike the bloodshot, murky eyes of the demonic cultivators around him, this person's eyes were bright and deep, as if countless stars were illusory within them. The aura of a peak Purple Mansion cultivator stirred up the wind and clouds, bursting out unrestrainedly. In the illusion, a vortex that reached the heavens and the earth spun, condensing into an invincible force. An invisible sword suddenly descended, striking at people's minds.

"Indeed, you cowardly coward. And who are you to dare act so presumptuously in this Sea Beast Sky Island's territory? Are you tired of living?!"

Yu Changsheng suddenly frowned and looked at the person. At the same time, he took a step forward. Although he was only at the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm, his aura was not much weaker than that of the cultivator. He also soared into the sky and transformed into a storm, standing alone in front of the entire ghost ship, facing off against him from afar.

The words, like thunder, suddenly exploded across the sky, stirring up black mist, and countless huge waves surged up on the sea.

From the perspective of the Spirit Mine Island, this scene was exactly as Yu Changsheng, all alone, facing the twisted and majestic black mist ghost ship, blocking the twenty-one demonic cultivators, withstanding the terrifying pressure, remaining unmoved, rising up powerfully, as if he were holding up the sky alone.

Despite being all alone, he displayed a force no less than that of a thousand troops. This scene inspired the miners, easing their initial gloom and fear. The miners' expressions changed as they looked at Yu Changsheng's figure, which suddenly seemed as tall and imposing as a mountain, giving them a sense of security.

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Then, three figures flew out from among the miners and came to Yu Changsheng's side. They were Yang Ling, Wu Xufeng, and Shi Huishan.

"Fellow Daoist Changsheng has been kind to us, and today it seems that we can repay him."

Shi Huishan, slightly out of breath, suppressed the trembling in his heart and smiled slightly at Yu Changsheng. However, his pale face betrayed the unease in his mind.

Wu Xufeng and Yang Ling remained silent, but moved closer to Yu Changsheng and nodded.

After the three flew out, the remaining miners exchanged glances and then flew out one after another, densely surrounding Yu Changsheng, silently confronting the entire demonic pirate group.

In an instant, the area was filled with darkness and a palpable sense of impending doom. The group of over four hundred people, united in their hatred of the enemy, stood as one.

Even the leader of the white-robed pirates was taken aback. His face beneath the mask darkened, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Do you know the consequences of opposing me? We are here today only to kill Yu Changsheng. As for the rest of you, it's best not to get involved. It has nothing to do with you. Otherwise, I can't guarantee how much blood will be shed on Spirit Mine Island today."

The white-robed demonic cultivator spoke softly, then descended, his body trembling. The pirates erupted simultaneously, their auras of eight Purple Mansions, led by him, transforming into an overwhelming pressure that swept towards Yu Changsheng.

Although Yu Changsheng's side had the advantage in numbers, most of them were only at the early stage of Golden Core. If it came down to a real fight, they would naturally be no match for the many Purple Mansion cultivators.

As soon as the power of the Purple Mansion appeared, the miners' expressions changed immediately. They gritted their teeth but did not back down in the slightest.

"Hmph, you're asking for it."

Seeing this, the white-robed cultivator's face darkened completely. He let out a cold snort filled with anger and gave a sinister order:

"Keep the rest occupied, you can kill them, but don't kill them all. Leave most of them alive. As for Yu Changsheng, I'll handle him."

"Yes."

The group of demonic pirates responded in hushed tones, then raised their eyes, their crimson gazes fixed on Yu Changsheng and the miners, a bloodthirsty glint in their eyes.

"I haven't tasted so much fresh blood from a Golden Core cultivator in a long time..."

"Their souls must be very interesting. Devouring the golden cores of these people will surely allow my cultivation to break through again..."

"While it's not good to kill them all, killing a portion shouldn't be a problem..."

A series of hoarse, greedy voices rose up, like the whispers of demons. For a moment, the miners gritted their teeth, but they only watched the group of demonic pirates with nervousness, without retreating.

"They're quite protective of you, haha."

Seeing this, the white-robed cultivator gave a cold smile.

"However, reckless protection will come at a price."

Having said that, the white-robed cultivator's eyes flashed, and with a gentle wave of his hand, he no longer suppressed his killing intent. In an instant, the seven Purple Mansion Demon Cultivators beside him, along with a group of late-stage Golden Core Demon Cultivators, pounced on the group of miner cultivators beside Yu Changsheng like wolves among sheep, filled with greed and bloodlust.

"Although the commotion caused by everyone dying was too great, the death of a portion of them is not a major problem."

The white-robed cultivator murmured to himself, and as soon as he finished speaking, his body swayed, and he suddenly rushed out, carrying a fierce killing intent, shooting towards Yu Changsheng.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!"

The storm swirled, the air surged like a torrent, muffled thunder roared, and a low growl, filled with extreme killing intent, echoed all around: "Yu Changsheng, prepare to die!"

Yu Changsheng frowned, his gaze darkened, and his body suddenly retreated. With a wave of his sleeve, the five beasts—the Colorful Star Deer, the Crimson Hell Dragon, the Golden-Winged Roc, and the Crimson Hell Dragon, including the Purple Spirit Emperor—appeared together. However, they did not rush towards the white-robed cultivator, but instead targeted the other seven Purple Mansion cultivators and began to entangle them.

"Keep them occupied and don't give them a chance to attack others."

Yu Changsheng gave the order in a low growl. After doing all this, he suddenly turned to look at the white-robed cultivator rushing towards him. Instead of dodging, he whirled around to meet the white-robed cultivator head-on and unleashed a powerful punch. (End of Chapter)