Mortal: Reborn in Yellow Maple Valley, Awakening the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts

Chu Zifei struggled to sit up and looked down at himself.

The robe he wore, a standard robe from the Spirit Beast Mountain, was torn and covered in bloodstains for some unknown reason. He dared not delay and quickly took out a spirit silk robe and put it on.

But the moment he put on the robes, a sudden, inexplicable pain swept over his entire body.

He felt a chill run down his spine and quickly looked down to examine himself closely. His body was covered in blood and grime, but his skin and flesh were intact, without any injuries.

The pain was real and piercing, yet his body was completely unharmed. This unusual situation made Chu Zifei frown deeply, utterly perplexed.

As he straightened his robes and concealed his aura, he tried his best to recall his previous memories. But his mind was completely blank; the danger he had just encountered, everything that had happened, was nowhere to be found, and he had no recollection of it whatsoever.

Just as he was deep in thought, he caught a glimpse of the ground beside him out of the corner of his eye.

A corpse lay quietly on the ground, its clothing clearly discernible as that of a disciple of the Yan family.

In an instant, Chu Zifei's nerves tensed up, and he became alert and wary of any movement around him.

Without hesitation, he activated the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique, an invisible layer of physical energy protecting his body, and his sharp gaze swept across the surroundings.

The Yan family disciples died here under mysterious circumstances, and no one can be sure whether the murderer who made the move in the dark is still lurking nearby.

With a slight thought, Chu Zifei spread out his divine sense, sweeping across the surrounding mountains, rivers, and vegetation for miles, carefully checking every hidden corner.

However, wherever his divine sense reached, it was completely empty, without any clues or residual spiritual energy.

The tension eased slightly, but the guard remained.

He looked down at the corpse at his feet, and an absurd yet somewhat plausible guess came to mind.

Could it be that I made a mistake in my cultivation and accidentally killed this person?

No matter how hard he tried to recall, his mind remained blank, and he had no recollection of it.

After much thought, still without any clue, Chu Zifei simply stopped dwelling on the matter. He bent down and, relying on his instincts, quickly began to rummage through the corpse's bosom.

When he touched a cloth bag, a look of joy immediately flashed in his eyes.

Storage bag!

He probed the bag with his divine sense, and the contents made his smile even more genuine.

  

The bag was filled with a dazzling array of items: several bottles of well-preserved healing pills, eight or nine mid-grade spirit stones, a high-grade defensive magic weapon, and a talisman.

With a little perception, he had already figured out the details. This talisman was full of power and had not been damaged much, so it could still be activated two or three times.

Chu Zifei was overjoyed and immediately decided to keep the talisman safe as a trump card in case of emergencies.

Looking at the talisman in his hand, he felt a surge of emotion.

This disciple of the Yan family, despite relying on a protective talisman, still met a tragic end, demonstrating the profound cultivation of the person who attacked him.

However, all of this is now a thing of the past and has nothing to do with him anymore.

His original intention in entering Yan Family Fortress was to use the evil energy of the souls generated by the blood sacrifice to break through his cultivation level and overcome his current limitations. He never expected to gain anything unexpected, making the trip truly worthwhile.

Upon realizing this, he suddenly remembered the matter of body tempering, and immediately focused his mind to examine his own cultivation level.

As expected, all the soul and evil energy absorbed earlier settled into his physical body, and under the tempering method of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, it was completely refined and fused with the turbid yin evil energy.

The powerful, malevolent energy nourished his flesh and bones, forcefully pushing his physical cultivation to the late stage of the second level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

At this moment, his physical body is so strong that he could fight against a cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

As he took the opportunity to examine his own cultivation level, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes once again.

With the help of the immense spiritual energy that tempered his body with malevolent energy, his cultivation level broke through simultaneously, steadily entering the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

This trip to Yanjiabao ended successfully, with all the bottlenecks in my cultivation being broken, and the road ahead becoming clear.

The land south of the sky is now in turmoil, and the invasion of the demonic forces is already evident.

Chu Zifei already had a plan in mind. He would lie low for the time being, wait for an opportunity, and take advantage of the situation to secretly accumulate cultivation foundation, steadily hone his physical body, and break through to the third stage of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

Once one's own strength is strong enough to protect oneself, one will set off to venture into the Chaotic Star Sea and explore.

Having made up his mind, Chu Zifei did not linger any longer. With a flicker of his body, he transformed into a light shadow and swiftly fled from Yan Family Fortress.

At this time, the restrictions in the fortress were not in effect, and passage was unimpeded.

However, he has no immediate plans to return to Yellow Maple Valley.

A great calamity is imminent in the cultivation world of Yue Kingdom, and the great war between good and evil is about to break out. If you return to the valley now, you will only be conscripted by the sect and dragged into the chaos of the good-evil war, which will only increase your constraints and make you lose more than you gain.

It would be better to stay away for now, travel around, and accumulate resources.

He traveled at low altitude and high speed for several days, and before he knew it, he had entered a desolate mountainous region in the heart of the Yue Kingdom.

At this moment, a fierce battle between good and evil is raging in this desolate mountain.

The elaborate ambush plan meticulously devised by the Six Demonic Sects had already been deliberately exposed by Spirit Beast Mountain. Thousands of demonic cultivators who intended to launch the ambush were ambushed and surrounded by cultivators from the Seven Sects of Yue Kingdom halfway through their journey. They were overwhelmed by the overwhelming combat power and suffered heavy casualties.

Chu Zifei quietly lay in ambush on the outskirts of the desolate mountain, specifically targeting and killing any fleeing demonic cultivators.

Those demonic cultivators who fled in panic from the encirclement were already terrified and exhausted of spiritual energy. Often, they didn't even have time to use their magical artifacts before Chu Zifei's incomparably powerful physical body got close and killed them with a few punches, leaving them dead on the spot.

In this battle, the high-level demonic forces had already been wiped out by the cultivators of the seven sects. The remaining soldiers who managed to escape were all unable to withstand his physical strength.

In the short span of half an incense stick's time, Chu Zifei had made a considerable gain, with his waist full of storage bags.

As the cultivators from the seven sects arrived to clean up the mess, to avoid causing further trouble, Chu Zifei donned the Sky-Waving Cloak, concealed himself in the mountains and forests, and quietly departed.

He traveled aimlessly for several days, eventually stepping into a vast and desolate wilderness within the territory of the Yue Kingdom.

Standing on the wasteland, Chu Zifei looked at the surrounding landscape and felt a strange sense of familiarity.

He vaguely remembered that the hidden spirit stone mine guarded by Han Li was located deep in this wasteland, in a canyon that was hundreds of feet deep.

He did not rush to approach and investigate, but instead found a secluded corner on the cliff and began to take stock of what he had gained in the battle.

He took out all seven storage bags, four of which belonged to early Foundation Establishment cultivators, and the remaining three were personal belongings of mid Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Chu Zifei took out all the spirit stones, pills, and magical artifacts from the bag, sorted them out, and carefully counted them.

The number of spirit stones in the seven storage bags was not too many; when added together, they amounted to approximately three thousand low-grade spirit stones.

However, there are a great many pills and magical artifacts specifically for demonic cultivation.

However, these items are rarely used by righteous cultivators, and even if they are sold in the market, they can only be sold at a low price. But their advantage lies in their large quantity, which, when accumulated, constitutes a considerable amount of cultivation resources.

Chu Zifei made up his mind that when the time was right, he would sell all the spoils of war, along with the magical artifacts he had previously obtained from the Yan family disciples, and exchange them all for spirit stones.

After collecting all the resources, he looked up at the sky above the Grand Canyon in the distance, and his gaze suddenly sharpened.