One Dao Fruit a day, starting with the Dragon Taming Technique.

In the distance, Daoist Chengxuan was using four fire crow talismans to corner the remaining twenty-year-old bull demon.

"This is mad cow disease! Only a bunch of brainless idiots like you could comprehend such a life-threatening sorcery."

As he said this, the bull demon's gaze suddenly went blank, staring intently at what was behind him.

"Wow, you've gotten smarter? You even know how to use feints?"

The bull demon didn't move an inch, as if its heart had died, letting the fire crow set it ablaze and fall.

Cheng Xuan finally sensed something was wrong and turned around.

He was stunned.

Xu Guang was busy wiping blood off a bull demon's corpse, which only had half a head left, with his black sword.

A breath of stale air, clearly visible under the moonlight, was exhaled.

Cheng Xuan stood there, stunned.

He wasn't an ungrateful person. The moment Xu Guang took the initiative to meet the Bull King, he, who had originally planned to retreat, instead went to meet the remaining bull demon.

They had planned to escape together.

Before he had even subdued the bull demon…

And then I saw...this scene.

He could clearly see blood dripping from Xu Guang's clothes. It didn't seem to be his blood; it looked more like it was blood that had accidentally splattered on him when he beheaded the Bull King.

Xu Guang looked at the black sword in his hand with a bright smile, carefully wiped the blood off it, and picked up the scabbard from beside the Bull King's corpse.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on Cheng Xuan.

"Taoist priest, this bull demon is not dead."

Cheng Xuan stared blankly as he walked towards the bull demon whose body was covered in flames.

"I'll kill him for you."

laugh!

The black sword flashed with dark light.

The bull demon's head, burning with orange flames, fell off.

Xu Guang calmly went to retrieve the demon core.

"I can do this myself!"

Cheng Xuan's voice had a sharp edge.

Xu Guang stopped what he was doing and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

A single thought can be good or evil; good results cultivate character, while evil results hone one's skills.

[17 lives lost, 24 lives saved; current order: Good (receive one good deed reward daily)]

[Bad consequences (486), good consequences (84)]

[Demon Species: Sex - White (6), Green (2). Magic - White (4), Green (1)]

[Sex: Silver Dragon Skill (Level 5), Twelve-Story Tower Strength (Level 3+)]

[Techniques: Dragon Taming Technique (Level 4+), Ghost Step (Level 4), Daoist Three Qi Sword Technique (Level 3+), Nine-Layer Mountain Fist Technique (Level 4+)]

Seeing the good karma on the panel exceed 50 again, Xu Guang breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this bull king is quite wicked, he has actually saved so many people.

At first, Xu Guang was also very curious about where these demons had saved people, but after seeing Madam Lu's manor, he was no longer curious.

Perhaps taking some dying refugees to that place and raising them like animals could be considered a form of saving lives.

It's possible that they originally intended to eat people, but let them go because they were in a good mood, which could be considered saving someone.

In conclusion, Xu Guang felt that demons had a unique advantage in saving people, just as easily as he could inflict evil consequences.

Thinking to himself, Cheng Xuan Dao Ren suddenly looked at the pavilion where the bull demon had previously stopped.

There are things left behind by the bull demon in the pavilion halfway up the mountain.

Xu Guang was skeptical, but he followed.

It actually exists.

As a demon who had been around for fifty years, the Bull King was considered a powerful figure in Shuoyun Mountain. He had collected quite a few treasures. However, the demons in the mountain did not trust each other, so he simply brought them all down with him this time.

Upon opening the box, Xu Guang immediately curled his lip in disapproval.

The box was full of stones with all sorts of strange patterns on them, like marks left by water droplets falling over the years.

Cheng Xuan Daoist's eyes, however, shone brightly.

"Is this valuable?"

Cheng Xuan glanced at Xu Guang, his excitement still lingering on his face.

"This is a Heavenly Stone, which can only be found in Daoist temples. When the Human Emperor conferred the titles of gods, the spiritual energy did not dissipate in an instant. In order to preserve their lineage, many Daoist temples sealed many treasures in Heavenly Stones. If you can open one of the Daoist treasures, you'll be rich."

"So, this is man-made?"

Cheng Xuan thought about it seriously, "No, the dojo is not always closed. Occasionally, due to celestial phenomena, earthquakes, or other reasons, the dojo will leak some spiritual energy. This spiritual energy cannot leave the dojo and gradually accumulates into celestial stones."

Xu Guang thought for a moment, "Similar to a jade mine? We'll only know what's inside once we mine it out?"

Cheng Xuan's eyes lit up. "Your comprehension is truly remarkable. That's probably it."

Xu Guang seemed to be deep in thought.

He thought of the silver crystal burning with flames that he had found in a crevice during the Shuoyun Mountain earthquake.

That can probably be considered a type of celestial stone.

So he couldn't help but ask, "Can flames still exist inside?"

"How do you know?" Cheng Xuan asked in surprise, then added, "But these celestial stones in Shuoyun Mountain are all too small, so they probably don't contain anything of value."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and unleashed a white talisman with red patterns, causing flames to ignite on the celestial stone.

A piece of celestial stone slowly cracked open.

Then a strange blue liquid appeared in the stone.

"Would you like some low-grade demon-transforming powder?"

Xu Guang watched Cheng Xuan's actions with envy. Having a Dao Talisman is impressive, even opening a Heavenly Stone is so cool.

"What do you mean 'I don't want it'? Shouldn't it all be mine?"

Cheng Xuan: ...

"you…"

Xu Guang looked at him with a puzzled expression, "What achievements do you have to show for yourself in today's battle?"

Cheng Xuan was speechless.

……

It was nearly dawn when Xu Guang returned home. He dismissed Cheng Xuan and did not rush to the Heaven-Opening Stone.

Open the panel.

[Twelve-Story Strength (Level 3), requires 50 Good Deeds, 5 Twenty-Year Demon Cores, and 1 Hundred-Year Treasure Medicine to advance]

It is enough.

Then let's upgrade it.

Half an hour later, Xu Guang felt the changes in the Twelve-Story Strength Level 4. It was very strong, but it was a bit of a pity that it did not mutate and break through the limit like the Iron Body Skill.

"Well, we've got quite a few demonic creatures already. Next, let's use the Heaven-Opening Stones to see if we can find any good characteristic items."

Xu Guang looked at the thirteen Heavenly Stones beside him with shining eyes.

……

late at night.

On the towering Drum Tower of Shuocheng, a dark figure stood silently watching the empty streets, bathed in the silvery moonlight.

Snowflakes drifted down.

It's snowing again.

Wu Daoren closed his eyes and gently tapped his fingers on the wall of the Drum Tower.

Xu Guang is back; it seems that the foolish ox outside the city has also failed.

These demons are truly foolish. They never expected that Xu Shan's useless son would actually become so powerful, and that he would raise such a scourge.

Previously, I had planned to use Xu Guang to lure out Han Yuehui and take back what Xu Shan had stolen from him back then. Now it seems I have to deal with this troublesome situation.

I was just thinking about it.

Knock knock knock.

A series of footsteps approached.

Wu Daoren suddenly turned around, only to find that there was no one behind him.

"Han Yuehui..."

The drifting snowflakes swayed gently in the breeze, and along with them fell a piece of paper that seemed to have drifted down from nowhere.

Guess who I'll go after to kill you.

Looking at the small print on the note, a gloomy expression suddenly appeared on Wu Daoren's face.

The paper slowly burned in his hand, then he crushed it into black powder.

A series of footsteps sounded behind me again.

"Master, are you alright?"