Hei Fengshen's infinite deduction to become a saint

Li Changshou was deeply shocked when he saw the information that had been deduced.

He felt a sense of helplessness regarding the fate of the human race to which his original self belonged.

"That's terrible."

"As a human, I naturally belong to this system."

"Looking back now, the fact that Daoist Youhai said I smelled very good was most likely due to the witch's blood."

"The sudden attack on me by the Spirit Serpent Taoist may very well be due to this reason."

"I will continue to increase my bloodline in the future, and this risk will always exist."

"Perhaps accumulating merit is one of the ways I can save my life."

"The Treasure-Falling Coin is an innate object that fell into the hands of Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao, both of whom are rogue cultivators from Wuyi Mountain."

"He was caught up in the Investiture of the Gods and took Zhao Gongming's Sea-Stabilizing Pearl and Dragon-Subduing Rope. The Sea-Stabilizing Pearl was given to Randeng by Cao Bao after Xiao Sheng's death."

"Cao Bao was then sent into the Ten Deadly Formations by Randeng and directly entered the Investiture of the Gods."

"This lamp-burning man is truly ruthless, a classic example of repaying kindness with enmity."

"Since this item involves merit, it is rightfully mine to possess."

"However, the Investiture of the Gods has not yet been officially issued, so these two cannot die."

"Otherwise, with two people missing from the Investiture of the Gods, things might change."

"But stealing their treasure isn't necessarily a bad thing."

A thought flashed through Li Changshou's mind, but after glancing at the bustling city of Yangzhou, he lost all interest in observing it.

They quickly left Yangzhou and set off towards Wuyi Mountain using their escape light.

Several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Li Changshou appeared at the foot of Wuyi Mountain.

Looking up at this famous mountain, the Wuyi Mountains are shrouded in a deathly gray fog, and the gnarled roots of the cliff trees are like withered bones.

The rocks were covered with slippery scars, and cold, sticky moisture seeped from the cracks. The dense forest was strangely shaped, as black as ink, and exuded a sense of oppression and chill.

Looking at the gloomy Wuyi Mountains, Li Changshou took a deep breath. "Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao live here. I can't let them see me when I come to steal the treasure."

Thinking of this, his figure flickered slightly, and he activated his Thousand Transformations Divine Power.

In the next instant, it transformed into a bizarre demonic wolf, with sharp bone spurs growing from its back, a mouthful of ferocious fangs, and dark green light emanating from its eyes.

I sniffed the air and was greeted by a variety of smells.

Transforming into a demon wolf, Li Changshou naturally possessed all of the opponent's basic abilities.

It changes constantly, becoming increasingly wondrous and extraordinary.

Li Changshou was as agile as an old, monstrous wolf, and with a leap, he plunged into the mountains.

He ran rapidly through the mountains, constantly sniffing out various scents.

"Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao are both independent cultivators. If they want to cultivate, they need either to obtain the essence from the monsters in this mountain or from the ordinary mountain people around them."

"It must be a place where corpses are piled up and blood is everywhere."

After a moment's thought, he began to consciously search for places with a strong smell of blood.

Wuyi Mountain is very mysterious; it was also one of the blessed lands in its past life.

Although there aren't as many major sects in this world as there are in later generations, there are still quite a few independent cultivators gathered here.

However, most of them are not very skilled, because cultivation in this world cannot be separated from people, so cultivators who are far removed from the world generally do not have high cultivation levels.

Either they have their own grotto-heaven to nurture their human race, which is the only way they can continue to cultivate.

Li Changshou wandered around for half a day and smelled dozens of places with a strong stench of blood.

Upon observation, it was discovered that they were all ordinary rogue cultivators, the strongest of whom was not even at the Nascent Soul stage.

Li Changshou ran through the mountains, surrounded by eerie forests, where strange man-eating plants would occasionally launch attacks on him.

However, he usually kills these things directly with his fishbone sword.

As night fell, Wuyi Mountain grew increasingly eerie, with a dark mist shrouding the entire mountain range.

Strange and unusual sounds rose and fell, as if all sorts of eerie things were active.

Li Changshou's expression turned serious as he smelled the various fishy stenches in the air.

The demonic wolf leaped into the air, and in the next instant, it transformed into a bizarre ape.

The ape was small, and its entire body was black, like a shadow.

This is one of the demonic beasts he slew on his journey, the Shadow Monkey.

They are naturally able to hide in the shadows, are extremely good at concealing themselves, and are difficult to be discovered.

Li Changshou leaped from branch to branch. The shadow monkey's nose was also very sensitive, and its five senses were also very developed, becoming even more acute in the dark.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, and his gaze turned to the distance where laughter was coming from.

Li Changshou quickly jumped over and soon arrived in front of a cave dwelling that was shimmering with spiritual light.

This cave is inlaid with many bright pearls, and the ethereal blue light shines inside and outside the cave.

Two Taoist priests sat around a stone table.

One of them had eyes like ancient jade, a gaunt face, but a smile on his lips.

His plain Taoist robe was enveloped in a layer of gray light, and a golden coin with wings hung above his head, circling around him like an elf.

The other person had bluish-purple eyes and a cold face, looking like a zombie that had been dead for who knows how long. His blue robe gleamed with a dull light, and he was surrounded by moisture, making him look very strange.

When Li Changshou saw the two people, his heart skipped a beat.

"Xiao Sheng, Cao Bao!"

He glanced at them briefly. These two were only at the Nascent Soul stage, not even as good as True Immortals, but with the Falling Flower Coin in their hands, they could even possess a magic weapon of Zhao Gongming at the Golden Immortal level.

At this moment, the two men were looking at a table of bloody food in front of them.

Xiao Sheng savored it with gusto, his face filled with delight.

He sighed softly, "Fellow Daoist, these mountain people are getting thinner and thinner lately, and their blood dishes are becoming less and less flavorful."

"Our spiritual practice is getting slower and slower."

Cao Bao sighed helplessly, "There's nothing we can do. The mountains are suffering from a drought recently, and many people are going hungry."

"If you eat blood and consume too much essence, your vital energy will become thin."

"It's good enough to have something to eat. We independent cultivators don't have any big names backing us up, so we have to be very careful when trying to get any blood food."

"They were terrified of being besieged by the Shang army."

"We can only blame it on demons and monsters, and let them take the fall."

The two ate while talking about how difficult cultivation is.

Li Changshou silently observed from the shadows.

Looking at the treasure coin, which remained entwined above Xiao Shan's head, it seemed to flutter like a butterfly.

His eyes seemed thoughtful. "It seems Xiao Sheng is making good progress in refining this treasure. But how come he's only at the Nascent Soul stage?"

Li Changshou was somewhat confused. He had only refined the first layer of the restriction on the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Pearl, yet the strange energy of heaven and earth he obtained directly propelled him to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

He waited patiently, thinking, "To steal this treasure, we need to time it right."

"The Treasure Drop Coin can only drop treasures; it is ineffective against weapons such as swords and whips."

"At that time, I will use the Soul-Severing Flying Sword to cleanse the imprint of Xiao Sheng's primordial spirit within it."

"Wait until they rest, then seize the opportunity to strike."

The two ate and drank, and soon became quite drunk.

Before they knew it, it was late at night, and all the bloody food on the table had been eaten by them.

The two got up and walked into the cave, swaying and looking pained, as if they couldn't hold their liquor.

Li Changshou appeared silently not far from them, transforming into a gaunt Taoist priest.

The Soul-Severing Sword fell from his hand, and in the next instant, the sword light flashed and directly pierced the Treasure-Dropping Coin.