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

Chu Zifei squinted at the approaching white bone flying boat.

In the blink of an eye, the white bone flying boat also swept to a short distance in front of him.

On the flying boat, several women were scantily clad, wearing only thin, colorful satin belts, revealing large swathes of their snow-white skin. Their faces were adorned with gorgeous makeup, displaying a thousand different charms, truly alluring beauties.

Such vibrant colors are enough to make most cultivators in the world lose their composure and find it hard to breathe.

In the middle of this group of beautiful women stood a chair made of white bones.

The entire chair was carved and pieced together from the complete skeleton of a Foundation Establishment behemoth, exuding a chilling aura and a sinister presence.

A gaunt old man sat in the chair.

He was short and withered, even shorter than the alluring beauties beside him. His skin was pale and loose, his figure emaciated, and he looked frail and weak.

But his triangular eyes were full of malevolence, and his expression was cold. Even as he laughed loudly, the murderous aura between his brows and eyes did not diminish in the slightest, making him look even more terrifying.

Although the old man's legs were short, he had two voluptuous beauties sitting on his lap, his rough hands caressing their bodies wantonly. On the flying boat, a group of beautiful women laughed and scolded, their seductive voices filling the air, creating a lively scene.

"Master, the border of Yue is just ahead."

A beautiful woman swayed her hips and walked gracefully forward, kneeling before the old man. Her eyes sparkled with seductive charm.

"arrive?"

The old man's expression brightened, and he pushed the two beautiful women on his lap to the ground and got up from his chair.

The beautiful girl who was pushed down was not angry. Instead, she looked pleased and quickly got up, snuggling up to him again and trying to please him.

"Great! That's wonderful!"

  

The gaunt old man threw his head back and laughed wildly, his eyes filled with desire: "I have coveted the Yue Kingdom for a long time! Today is the day for my Joyful Path to unleash its carnage. The Yue Kingdom's decline is inevitable, and its defeat is certain!"

"Perfect! This time, I'll use my Joyful Technique to properly 'convert' these hypocritical and self-righteous female cultivators of the Yue Kingdom!"

On the white bone flying boat, upon hearing the sound, a group of beautiful women all let out wanton and coquettish laughter.

Until they saw a young cultivator standing on the willow-leaf flying boat not far away.

When Chu Zifei noticed the white bone flying boat with overwhelming demonic energy ahead, the speed of the flying boat under his feet slowed down.

His expression was indifferent as he quietly circulated his profound internal energy, summoned his personal magical artifact, and stared expressionlessly at the old man on the white bone chair, awaiting battle.

With a sweep of divine sense, the withered old man's cultivation level was immediately revealed.

This gaunt old man was actually a demonic cultivator who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Even those delicate beauties were approaching the Foundation Establishment stage in terms of cultivation.

A chill ran through Chu Zifei's heart.

The seven sects of Yue Kingdom are showing signs of decline, and their defenses are weakening. Even demonic cultivators who have reached the Foundation Establishment stage can freely break into the border, which shows that the invasion of the six demonic sects is becoming increasingly rampant.

No one knows how many vicious and ruthless demonic cultivators will be attracted after this Venerable Joy.

This is the strongest demonic cultivator Chu Zifei has ever encountered head-on since he began cultivating!

The old man was surrounded by an extremely dense aura of blood and corpses, as well as the malevolent energy of vengeful spirits—an aura that only accumulated from slaughtering countless mortals.

Although this person has no sect or sect affiliation, he must be a rogue cultivator of the demonic path. However, just by looking at his murderous aura, it is enough to determine that he must be famous among rogue cultivators of the demonic path.

At the same time, the withered old man on the skeleton chair also stared at the young cultivator opposite him. He swept his divine sense over him and immediately sneered.

"A cultivator from the Yue Kingdom? And only at the early Foundation Establishment stage?"

His face was full of mockery. He never expected that he would run into such a lowly righteous junior as soon as he set foot on the territory of Yue Kingdom.

The enormous white bone flying boat suddenly hovered, blocking Chu Zifei's path.

The gaunt old man, accompanied by a group of scantily clad beauties, stood high above Chu Zifei, facing him from afar.

He narrowed his triangular eyes, looking at Chu Zifei with great interest: "Boy! Which sect are you from? Do you know who I am?"

Chu Zifei stood on the willow-leaf flying boat, his face calm and expressionless, and slowly spoke:

"In my eyes, you are nothing but a dead man."

The moment these words were spoken, the entire room fell silent.

The next moment, Master Huanxi burst into a thunderous laugh, and the beautiful women around him also covered their mouths and giggled, laughing so hard they trembled.

These stunning beauties were all nestled beside the ugly and sinister Master Huanxi, which seemed like a waste of their talents.

"Boy, you're quite interesting. You're just a junior in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, yet you have extraordinary courage."

The Venerable Huanxi suppressed his smile and spoke arrogantly, "I am the Venerable Huanxi! Even the sect leaders of the six major demonic sects must give me some face!"

"Today, considering your remarkable courage, I will give you a chance: enter my path of joy, cultivate the fruit of joy, and you will be spared death!"

"Even if you are the leader of the six sects of the demonic path, I am not interested."

Chu Zifei's casual remark directly interrupted the other party's recruitment attempt.

Before Master Huanxi could speak again, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and killing intent filled the air!

Mo Yuan's heavy blade shot out from the sky, carrying a sharp blade aura, and slashed down towards the white bone flying boat!

"Hahaha, you little brat who doesn't know what's good for you!"

Seeing that the other party dared to take the initiative, Master Huanxi was completely unconcerned and laughed mockingly, "Ladies, watch closely! Today, this old man will use this young lad from Yue as my starting point!"

"All the magical artifacts, elixirs, and talismans he possesses are yours to share!"

The eyes of the group of beauties instantly lit up with greed, and they looked at the old man with eyes full of admiration.

Before he finished speaking, Master Huanxi raised his hand and presented a strange ring.

The ring was half black and half white, yin and yang intertwined, covered with blood-red runes, flowing with eerie demonic light, and constantly exuding a dense, bloody aura that was captivating.

With a casual toss, the Yin-Yang Ring shot out of the air with lightning speed, instantly hovering above the willow-leaf flying boat.

Faced with the overwhelming Yin-Yang ring, Chu Zifei remained calm and composed.

With his divine sense, he controlled the Mo Yuan Heavy Blade to meet the attack head-on and resist the magic weapon's offensive. With a slight tremor of his wrists, the Qiong She slingshot instantly charged up, and two magic-breaking golden bullets shot out, accurately hitting the defensive shield of the White Bone Flying Boat!

Boom!

The shield of the White Bone Flying Boat was not a top-tier defensive magic artifact to begin with. The two magic-breaking golden bullets shattered the shield completely in the instant they exploded.

Without giving the opponent any chance to breathe, Chu Zifei flicked his wrist repeatedly, and the third specially made magic-breaking golden bullet followed closely behind, piercing through the air and shooting straight at the deck of the flying boat!

Master Huanxi's pupils constricted, and his expression changed drastically!

The previous two shots had already given him a taste of the power of the magic-breaking golden bullet, and he knew that this bullet was extremely dangerous and should never be taken head-on.

In the nick of time, he disregarded everything else, grabbed two beautiful concubines close to him, unleashed demonic energy beneath his feet, leaped out of the flying boat, and hastily dodged.

The other beauties on the airship were not so lucky; they didn't have time to escape.

The ink dragon elixir infused within the specially crafted magic-breaking golden bullet erupted suddenly, its highly corrosive properties instantly spreading throughout the entire bone flying boat.

Before the beauties could even scream, their bodies were completely corroded by the elixir, turning into pools of blood.

Although these women were stunningly beautiful, they were all demonic cultivators with blood on their hands. They had been doing evil for many years with Master Huanxi. This time, they crossed over to invade the Yue Kingdom and aided and abetted the wicked. They deserved to die like this.

Witnessing the sudden and gruesome deaths of his concubines, Master Huanxi's eyes widened in horror.

He was a seasoned cultivator of the demonic path, having reached the Foundation Establishment stage and cultivated for 120 years. He had never been so humiliated by a mere junior in the early Foundation Establishment stage.

Master Huanxi lost face and was filled with rage.

"How dare you, you brat!"

His killing intent surged to its fullest extent, and he activated the Yin-Yang Ring with all his might!

The black and white rings spun rapidly and then suddenly fell, unleashing a blinding beam of light mixed with blood as it slammed into the willow-leaf flying boat.

Within the pillar of light, countless vengeful spirits howled and wailed, their resentment soaring to the heavens and obscuring all vision.

The raging demonic power instantly engulfed the willow-leaf flying boat, completely enveloping Chu Zifei's figure within it.