A Mortal's Supporting Character's Different Kind of Cultivation

Two dark green light cones shot through the air with lightning speed, precisely piercing the flying centipede's wounds. They then spun rapidly, tearing the beast's body apart from the wounds.

This demon possessed an incredibly strong physique and resilience far exceeding that of ordinary demons of the same level. Despite suffering such severe injuries, it still clung to life, merely curling up on the ground and rolling wildly. Countless sharp blades rubbed against each other violently, unleashing waves of sonic attacks that swept across the surrounding area, snapping large swathes of trees in half.

Lu Yunfeng dared not approach, and scrambled away from the core area where the monster was rampaging. He found a thick ancient tree, hid behind it, and focused his mind on activating two poisonous cones imbued with the power of the Black Demon Finger. He then activated his spiritual power to make the magical artifacts drill deeper into the body of the flying centipede once again.

The flying centipede launched a frenzied counterattack, raging for a full half-incense stick's time. Emerald green demonic blood gushed forth continuously, splashing across the earth and carving out pits of varying sizes. A pungent, foul stench of poison permeated the forest, lingering for a long time. Until its last trace of demonic power was exhausted, its massive body collapsed heavily to the ground, completely still, without the slightest struggle.

Lu Yunfeng leaned against the tree trunk, barely managing to stand. His mind and spiritual energy were severely depleted. He immediately took out several healing pills and swallowed them all. He sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion, closed his eyes, and focused his mind, trying to regulate his spiritual energy as quickly as possible.

An hour later, Lu Yunfeng, pale and still weak, struggled to his feet and stared at the corpse of the demon beast. Above the body rose eerie, poisonous green mist, highly corrosive, which was slowly eroding the surrounding soil, rocks, and vegetation, causing everything in its path to decay and dissolve.

He frowned, sensing the troublesome situation. Without hesitation, he immediately summoned the Wind and Fire Banner, made a hand seal to activate the fire-elemental spiritual power within the banner, and condensed a thick, blazing hand into the poisonous mist, intending to retrieve the flying centipede's corpse.

The moment the giant fiery hand touched the poisonous mist, it immediately emitted a sizzling, corrosive sound, and wisps of black smoke rose up. Lu Yunfeng clearly sensed that his spiritual power was being rapidly depleted by the poison, so he dared not delay. He poured all his spiritual power into the giant hand, urging the fire spirit hand to exert its strength more quickly. Soon, it dragged the entire centipede corpse out of the poisonous mist's range.

A chill ran through Lu Yunfeng's heart. He was secretly alarmed by the venomous and ferocious nature of this demon. Fortunately, he had been attacking from a distance the entire time and constantly maneuvering around it, never daring to give the mutated centipede a chance to get close. Otherwise, given the perilous battle just now, he would certainly be in grave danger today and would not be able to escape unscathed.

A flaming hand formed from condensed spiritual energy steadily placed the wounded centipede corpse before him. Lu Yunfeng forcefully suppressed the overwhelming stench of poison, raised his hand, and made a hand seal to summon back the two small cones from afar. Upon closer inspection, the two magical artifacts had already been corroded by the demonic poison, leaving them pitted and broken, their inner spirituality almost completely dissipated. They were utterly ruined and no longer of any use.

He sighed softly, a look of regret on his face, and carefully put the damaged cone into his storage bag, no longer worrying about it. Then, his hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals and unleashing a series of obscure and profound incantations, while he chanted them softly. As the incantations finished, the previously lifeless centipede corpse on the ground began to writhe strangely, thick, emerald-green demonic blood flowing continuously from its wounds. Even the demonic blood that had been spilled on the ground and seeped into the soil was drawn back towards it by the spell.

Strands of demonic blood swirled and gathered, condensing into a perfectly round, emerald-green bead before Lu Yunfeng, emitting a pungent, poisonous stench. Lu Yunfeng immediately retrieved the high-grade magic artifact jade bottle he had previously seized from a cultivator, and with a wave of his hand, he collected the entire bead of demonic blood within it. He then reinforced the bottle's opening with several layers of sealing spells to prevent the poison from escaping, finally letting out a sigh of relief. He secretly calculated that once he left the forbidden area and returned to his sect's base, he could use his unique refining method to temper this highly toxic demonic blood into a decent poison-attribute magic artifact, one that would be quite valuable.

Then he casually waved his sleeve, and a wisp of breeze swept in all directions, clearing away the remaining foul and poisonous gas in the forest. The surrounding air returned to normal, and he was finally able to breathe peacefully.

With his mind calmed, Lu Yunfeng bent down to examine the demonic beast's corpse at his feet. Although its physical body was completely dead, the dozens of strange demonic eyes arranged on either side of its wings were still wide open and moving, scanning the surroundings—truly eerie. If he hadn't personally confirmed that the demonic beast was dead, this bizarre sight alone would have been enough to send chills down one's spine and keep one from approaching.

Lu Yunfeng focused his mind, searching through the records in his mental texts, and after a moment, he finally discerned its origin. This creature was no ordinary poisonous insect or demonic beast; it was a rare, multi-eyed monster that had mutated. Ordinary multi-eyed demonic beasts could only condense demonic energy rays from their demonic eyes to attack enemies, their supernatural abilities limited. However, this mutated flying centipede before him possessed numerous bizarre supernatural abilities derived from its demonic eyes, greatly increasing its combat power, far surpassing that of its ordinary counterparts. Such exotic demonic beasts were rare and wondrous creatures, possessing endless uses.

He had no interest in investigating the demon's identity. He immediately activated a secret technique, unleashing a burst of spiritual energy from his fingertips to precisely peel away all the demonic eyes from the centipede's sides. Dozens of demonic eyes merged in mid-air, condensing into a luminous crystal sphere about an inch in size. Golden light flowed within, and countless tiny phantom images of demonic eyes flickered faintly, making it exceptionally mysterious. Lu Yunfeng casually produced several talismans, layering them onto the sphere. The luminous crystal sphere instantly solidified into a simple gray stone sphere, which he carefully placed into a wooden box for safekeeping.

Immediately following, he used a secret technique, a flick of his fingertip pointing directly at the centipede's head. In an instant, a miniature centipede spirit, about an inch long and crystal clear, emerged from his body. The moment it appeared, it clenched its fangs, its ferocious aura soaring to the sky, and roared madly at Lu Yunfeng. He was prepared, calmly producing a talisman and precisely affixing it to the spirit. In a flash, the ferocity vanished, the restless demonic soul stiffened, hovering motionless in the air, showing no further movement. Lu Yunfeng then carefully stored it in a sealed jade bottle.

Finally, Lu Yunfeng took out his treasured crimson gourd, poured out a wisp of Creation Blood Spring, and sprinkled it into the broken centipede's corpse. In an instant, all the wounds on the body were repaired, and the previously dilapidated body was restored to its original state. He examined it carefully, nodded slightly; without a demon soul, the intact shell could not move. Without further delay, he put the centipede's complete corpse into Zhang Kuang's spirit beast pouch, determined his location, and with a flash, sped towards the exit of the stone palace's forbidden area.

Stepping out of the dark stone palace gate, Lu Yunfeng paused and looked back, his heart still pounding with lingering fear. This mutated centipede was only at the peak of Qi Refining, yet its potent venom, brute force in close combat, and eerie sonic attacks meant it could hold its own against even a low-level level two demonic beast. If he hadn't acted decisively in the face of danger, risking the destruction of two of his finest top-tier magic artifacts to break the deadlock, he would surely have perished in the stone palace today. The thought of his two top-tier magic artifacts being completely destroyed filled him with heartache and regret.

He took a deep breath, slowly calming his emotions. Recalling the more than twenty rare medicinal herbs he had picked along the way, the regret in his heart vanished instantly, replaced by joy. In the forbidden herb garden, he had acted cautiously, worried that the origin of the finished medicinal herbs would be difficult to ascertain, making it hard to explain to his sect and fellow practitioners in the future. Therefore, he had not picked any mature herbs without authorization, but had only secretly taken away a batch of seedlings and seeds, proceeding cautiously.

This unexpected teleportation to the stone chamber resulted in the acquisition of a large number of essential rare herbs necessary for refining Foundation Establishment Pills. It was truly an unexpected opportunity. This perilous journey to the forbidden land was not in vain, as the gains were substantial.

With his mind made up, Lu Yunfeng lightly touched the tree trunk with his toes, his body as agile as a monkey, leaping swiftly between the ancient trees in the forest at a speed no less than that of a low-altitude flight, speeding all the way down the mountain.

He had already planned everything in his mind. Upon returning to his sect, he would immediately go into seclusion to cultivate and attempt to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage. If it weren't for obtaining the key to the forbidden area for his future cultivation plans, he would never have risked his life to venture into this perilous forbidden zone. However, fortune and misfortune are intertwined. This perilous experience also brought him many opportunities. He not only obtained several ancient spiritual herbs that were no longer found in the world, but also acquired several wind-attribute cultivation techniques, and even obtained the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo, one of the three great divine trees. Each of these items was a priceless treasure for cultivation, enough to compensate for all the dangers and losses of this journey.

The only problem was the earlier teleportation point, where he had some bad luck. He was worried that Han Li and Nangong Wan hadn't left the stone hall yet, so he didn't dare to teleport there, fearing that he would run into them, expose his whereabouts, and needlessly attract trouble and unwanted attention. Therefore, he deliberately teleported a long distance, ending up in this unfamiliar and dangerous stone hall, almost perishing in the monster's belly, and nearly suffering a greater loss than he gained.

As Lu Yunfeng hurried along, he pondered the impending fortune and misfortune. Suddenly, his expression darkened, and his figure vanished into the forest in an instant. A moment later, he reappeared, a storage bag now in his hand.

Meanwhile, on an ancient tree nearby, the headless corpse of a disciple of the Spirit Beast Mountain fell.

Lu Yunfeng glanced down at the contents of his storage bag, shook his head, and without lingering, leaped away and left.