Immortality and cultivation begin with alchemy and accounting.

In the Demon Sea, there are many unaffiliated cultivators of varying quality who have no master.

Many rogue cultivators claim to be demonic cultivators, but in reality, apart from refining human pills and being bloodthirsty, their methods of fighting enemies are no different from those of cultivators from the Vast Ocean.

True demonic cultivators with a master often possess many unorthodox methods, one of which is called a demonic artifact.

The methods for crafting demonic artifacts differ from those for crafting magical artifacts from the Vast Ocean, and the differences go far beyond just the names.

For example, the demonic cultivation sect closest to Jing'an Market is called the Blood Blade Sect. The magical artifact used by its members is a leg bone they removed when they entered the Dao.

The bone is used to forge a blade, which is called a Blood Blade. The quality of the Blood Blade can be improved by nourishing it with the blood essence of oneself or others.

During this process, the Blood Blade can also replenish some of the cultivator's mana.

This is called the art of sacrificial knife.

"Could this old ghost also be a demonic cultivator with a master? Is this painted skin some kind of demonic artifact?"

Bai Xuanjing thought to himself, and a guess came to mind.

Although Bai Xuanjing could guess that the Painted Skin was a demonic artifact, he really didn't know which sect in the Guanmo Sea the Painted Skin demonic artifact came from.

That sea area is teeming with sects of all sizes, and there are also numerous demonic lineages, each with its own unique characteristics.

"Although it's a demonic artifact..."

Bai Xuanjing recalled the strange methods the Fallen Soul Beast used against the divine soul, and the Ghost Face's ability to withstand more than ten talismans, and suddenly felt a surge of excitement.

After a moment's thought, he put the two painted masks into his storage bag, intending to study them later.

After quickly cleaning up the battlefield, Bai Xuanjing couldn't help but ponder what to do next.

The signs of battle here are too obvious. If it is not cleaned up, I'm afraid that if cultivators pass by again in a short time, they will inevitably come to the island to investigate and try to take advantage of any loopholes.

What worried Bai Xuanjing the most was what Yin Laogui had said: that he was being hunted down by demonic cultivators.

Although I am aware of Yin Laogui's cunning.

But Bai Xuanjing felt that Yin Laogui's words did not seem like he was lying to him.

After all, Yin Laogui and Wang Xing had mentioned demonic cultivators when they came to the island.

Moreover, judging from their conversation, they had just fought a battle with the demonic cultivators, and it was at that time that Yin Laogui's Yin Soul Formation was destroyed, causing the Spotted Poisonous Python to escape.

This led the two to Autumn Maple Island.

Judging from this, the place where the two fought with the demonic cultivators might not be far from here!

"A wise man avoids standing under a crumbling wall. If another high-level demonic cultivator attacks, wouldn't I be in danger?"

Bai Xuanjing looked worried.

He has almost exhausted all the talismans on him now. Let alone another high-level demonic cultivator, even if Yin Laogui came again, it would not be easy to deal with him.

"My family owns a pharmacy in Jing'an Market. Why don't we ask them for help?" Bai Xuanjing murmured to himself.

Then, he remembered that Yin Laogui had mentioned the spirit stone mine before he died.

While mining on your own yields low profits, the Bai family employs specialized cultivators and demonic beasts for mining, and has a complete mining industry chain.

If the information about the spirit stone mine is reported to the family...

In this way, whether or not the spirit stone vein is on Yufeng Island is no longer a matter for Bai Xuanjing to consider.

The family will find out!

As the person who reported this information, Bai Xuanjing will also receive a corresponding reward from her family.

With this in mind, Bai Xuanjing made a decision.

However, he then wondered, "Why are these two old ghosts fighting with demonic cultivators?"

"Could it be related to a spirit stone vein?"

The more Bai Xuanjing thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

"Send this message back as well, lest it harm the clan members who were sent to investigate."

With this thought in mind, Bai Xuanjing immediately decided to go to Jing'an Market and find a one-day pharmacy to lay low for a while.

With this plan in mind, Bai Xuanjing did not hesitate.

He carried all his valuables with him, and he simply didn't bother going back to retrieve the unimportant items left in the Earth Fire Chamber, so as not to waste time.

Upon arriving at the seaside, Bai Xuanjing summoned the Zhilu Turtle from his spirit beast pouch and then disappeared towards Jing'an Market.

……

Shortly after Bai Xuanjing left,

Two figures appeared in the sky above Autumn Maple Island.

These two people stood in mid-air without using any flying artifacts, clearly indicating that they were Foundation Establishment cultivators.

One of them had an old appearance, wore a gray hemp robe, and was hunched over. His two legs looked disproportionately long and short.

The other person was a middle-aged man dressed in a Taoist robe depicting mountains and rivers.

"Third Elder, you've really given me a wonderful gift!"

"Have the cultivators of your Blood Blade Sect lost their minds from worshipping the blade all day?"

"A late-stage Qi Refining disciple leading five or six mid-stage Qi Refining disciples couldn't even stop two mid-stage Qi Refining rogue cultivators!"

"On the other side, three mid-stage Qi Refining disciples dared to rob a late-stage Qi Refining disciple from the Wang family!"

"Aren't there enough independent cultivators in the outer sea for you to eat? Why did you provoke the Wang family!"

The middle-aged man glared at the old man through gritted teeth.

The old man gave a soft snort, his gaze sweeping across the area below.

"Those two rogue cultivators who were mining were far too cautious. One of them even used methods from the Yin Soul Sect, which were already somewhat effective against our Blood Blade Sect cultivators..."

"Not to mention the Yin Soul Array with a late-stage first-tier demonic beast as its core. If it were controlled by a late-stage Qi Refining Yin Soul Slave, even a fully refined Blood Blade Slave might not fare well!"

"Besides, if you hadn't asked me to meet today, I wouldn't have arrived a step too late, allowing that ghostly slave to escape!"

"As for that woman from the Wang family, it was she who took the initiative to slay the demon and stop my disciples; my disciples did not provoke her!"

"Instead of complaining, Patriarch Liu should think about how to deal with this," Liu said.

"This place is far from the sea and sky, so any movement won't immediately reach the ears of the Flowing Cloud Sect. If handled properly, there is still room for maneuver."

"If all else fails, what harm is there in bringing your clan to join my Blood Blade Sect?"

"Anyway, you've already practiced the techniques of my Blood Blade Sect, and you've already consumed the Human Pill!"

"In my opinion, you might as well take the Bone Sacrifice Knife; perhaps your cultivation will advance even further."

As he spoke, a slight smile appeared on the old man's lips, as if he had discovered something.

His divine sense raced through the air, surging downwards: "This place is quite interesting; there's actually a patch of subterranean fire? And it seems to have been occupied by a cultivator!"

"Judging from the situation here, the cultivator who possessed the earth fire must have fought with the rats of the Yin Soul Sect. I wonder who survived?"

Bai Xuanjing had already cleaned up the place, even scattering the ashes left from the cremation.

Therefore, neither of them could tell who was dead or who was alive.

After thoroughly exploring the entire Autumn Maple Island with their divine senses, the two chose a direction and left the area.

……

Bai Xuanjing knew nothing about what would happen after his death.

After leaving Autumn Maple Island, he fled on his way there.

The turtle carrying the white jasmine dived into the water.

The path he chose had relatively thin spiritual energy, so even when encountering aquatic monsters, Bai Xuanjing avoided them early on.

We didn't encounter any trouble.

However, after traveling for half a day, Bai Xuanjing suddenly felt a tightness in his heart. Upon sensing with his divine soul, he felt as if he had been swept by something.

"Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

Bai Xuanjing often felt this way when he was in the Bai family, so he immediately guessed what it meant and felt a chill run down his spine.

He was already like a frightened bird, with no time to think about why a Foundation Establishment cultivator would be passing by, nor to retrieve the Fallen Tortoise. He hurriedly crushed the fossil talisman hidden in his sleeve.

The next moment, its form changed, becoming an inconspicuous stone, stuck in a crevice in the seabed.

The turtle, meanwhile, swam aimlessly into the deep sea, casually picking up a passing fish in its beak.

In mid-air, the two figures flying through the clouds came to a stop.

"Um?"

The old man was somewhat puzzled and scanned the sea below with his divine sense.

"Third Elder, what's wrong now?"

The middle-aged man next to the old man couldn't help but speak up, his face showing a hint of complaint.

"It's nothing. I just sensed a fluctuation of spiritual energy; it turned out to be an unknown turtle demon..."

The old man frowned, vaguely sensing that something was amiss. In the brief moment he had probed, there seemed to be other auras present.

But when I came to my senses and examined it carefully, I couldn't detect anything.

During flight, the divine sense probes only briefly, and the findings may not be accurate.

Therefore, the old man was also wondering if he had misperceived.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man beside him also released his divine sense.

After surveying the seabed, he immediately sneered, "This is the outer sea; what's so strange about encountering a turtle demon here?"

"These first-tier low-grade turtle demons are the least valuable. Later, I'll have my disciple send you a few dozen to make soup so you can have some nourishment. It's better not to waste any more time here."

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, which were laced with veiled hostility, a cold glint flashed in the old man's eyes.

Without saying another word, he vanished into the distance.

……

After about an hour, the effect of the fossil talisman gradually faded, and Bai Xuanjing then withdrew her magic.

It's unclear whether the passing spirit that I sensed earlier has left, but the talisman's effect has already ended. Regardless of whether the owner of that spirit has left or not, staying here any longer would not be a wise move.

With this thought in mind, Bai Xuanjing moved swiftly, found the location of the Fallen Turtle, and re-formed the Beast Taming Incantation.

The tortoise withdrew its four legs and fled towards Jing'an Market.

……

After that, we arrived safely on the outskirts of Jing'anfang Market, though without any major incidents.

Watching the fleeting lights come and go, Bai Xuanjing looked thoughtful.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he vaguely felt that the number of people in Jing'an Fangshi seemed to have increased significantly today.

I did a quick mental calculation, and today isn't anything special.

"Could something have happened at sea?"

With this conjecture in mind, Bai Xuanjing's heart stirred slightly.

He practiced alchemy on Autumn Maple Island, which was essentially a form of seclusion. He devoted himself to this work for a year and a half, and was not really aware of the changes in the external situation.

However, no matter how the situation at sea changes, now that we've arrived at the market town, it's certainly much safer than staying outside.

He then put away the tortoise and followed the crowd onto the island.

When Bai Xuanjing paid the spirit stones upon entering the island, he realized that there was an extra checkpoint on Jing'an Island.

Several monks blocked the entrance to the island.

These cultivators, especially the leading ones who were at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, were all wearing their family's standard robes.

Liu, Wang, Chen, Xu.

These four companies are the ones in charge of Jing'an Fangshi.

"Fellow Daoist, please remove your Concealing Cloak!"

A cultivator dressed in a robe with the character "王" (king) on ​​it looked at Bai Xuanjing and bowed respectfully.

Bai Xuanjing glanced at the man and noticed that he was holding a palm-sized, emerald-green disc, and immediately made a guess in her mind.

He nodded and took off the Invisibility Cloak.

Originally, these people were not noticeable because they were wearing concealment cloaks.

But when they removed the cloak and saw how young Bai Xuanjing was, and sensed the aura of a fifth-level Qi Refining expert around him, the group was immediately surprised.

Thinking that Bai Xuanjing might not be an ordinary rogue cultivator, but a disciple of a certain family, his attitude immediately became more polite.

The cultivator surnamed Wang even offered a rather friendly explanation: "Fellow Daoist, please don't worry."

Recently, many demonic cultivators have infiltrated the vicinity of Jing'an Market. This disc is for detecting demonic energy.

After saying that, the cultivator surnamed Wang cast a spell on the disc.

The surface of the disc suddenly emitted a hazy white light, which shone on Bai Xuanjing but did not change in the slightest.

The cultivator surnamed Wang breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a cultivator wearing a robe with the character "Liu" stepped forward, holding a scroll in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist, have you seen this demonic cultivator? This person killed some of our Liu family disciples, and the patriarch has offered a high-grade magic artifact as a reward for information about him!"