Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

As for Hong Fu, let her, a former supreme cultivator in the human realm, explain it.

I did feel somewhat humiliated.

Alas, we are now living under the eaves while the dragon roams in shallow waters!

Ugh...

The Demon Spirit Sect cultivator frowned.

He stared at Hong Fu for a long time, as if pondering the truth of her words.

"I was wondering about that earlier."

He stroked his chin to himself.

"When we killed those cultivators at the Void Refinement stage, all the things we found in their storage bags were just worthless junk."

"So you came from the lower realm."

A rare glint flashed in the cultivator's eyes.

"That's quite rare, actually."

"It is already rare for a cultivator to emerge from the lower realms."

"To think that someone at the same level as me, an elder of the Demon Spirit Sect, could emerge from the mid-stage of the Fusion Realm."

He looked Hong Fu up and down.

"With your cultivation level, you'd probably be invincible in the lower realms."

"only."

The tone suddenly changed.

"Things are very different once you get to the spirit world."

Master Hongfu did not wish to cause any further trouble.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, then let's clear it up."

She flicked her sleeve and turned to leave.

"We will not disturb you any longer, fellow Daoist."

Before he could finish speaking...

A terrifying surge of spiritual energy materialized out of thin air into a pitch-black demonic claw, which blocked her path.

The demonic claw spread its five fingers wide, and wherever the claw's wind passed, a layer of black stone at the valley entrance was shaved off.

The Red-Robed Immortal's eyes turned cold.

She raised her delicate hand, and a stream of shimmering white spiritual energy emanated from her palm.

With a hissing sound.

The three knuckles of the demonic claw were forcibly severed by the spiritual power, turning into a sky full of black mist and dissipating.

"What do you mean by this, fellow Daoist?"

The cultivator from the Demon Spirit Sect was not angry at all; instead, he laughed.

"Fellow Daoist's skills are indeed quite impressive."

He had one hand behind his back, and the other hand clasped loosely in the air.

The dissipated black energy suddenly surged back and reformed into a long, dark spear.

"Take this shot."

The spear pierced the air.

The demonic energy swirling around the spear tip left a long black trail, tearing a hole in half the sky.

Master Hongfu touched the air with her toes, and the plain silver yin-yang ring flew out from her feet.

The silver ring spun around and grew to a diameter of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), then lay across her.

The ink spear struck the silver ring.

There was no clanging of metal.

Only a ring of grayish-white ripples spread out from the point of impact.

The celestial mist within a hundred miles was completely smoothed out by this aftershock, revealing the jagged black stone peaks beneath.

The demonic cultivator's figure swayed in mid-air and was knocked back three zhang.

The smile on his face grew even wider.

"Yin and Yang energies?"

He licked his lips.

"There are treasures of such high quality in the lower realms."

With a flick of his spear, the ink-black gun transformed into a sky full of spear shadows.

Hundreds of dark figures swept towards Hong from all directions, trapping her in the center.

Master Hongfu turned his ankle.

The silver ring suddenly split in two, one half red and the other half black.

The crimson half of his body scorched so intensely that even the void itself seemed to distort.

Mo's half-circle was so heavy that it absorbed even the surrounding light.

"Yin and Yang flow together."

Two rings wrapped around her body, forming a funnel shape.

The hundreds of gunshots crashed into the funnel, like moths drawn to a furnace, and were crushed to dust layer by layer.

The cultivator from the Demon Spirit Sect narrowed his eyes.

This time he didn't test him again.

He formed a hand seal, and his demonic energy surged.

The black mountain range behind them trembled, and countless pebbles fell down.

"Demon Spirit Devours the Heavens".

A colossal beast formed from pure demonic energy rose up from the ground behind him.

The giant beast opened its blood-red maw and swallowed the yin-yang funnel whole.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was almost completely depleted by this one breath.

With a touch of her jade foot, the yin-yang silver rings began to rotate.

That's quite interesting.

This Yin-Yang Silver Ring is quite similar to the magic weapon of Lin Zhiya, the Holy Maiden of the Haori Sect.

Although the two had never met and did not know each other's magical treasures.

If Su Chen ever saw this, he would think that Master Hongfu had stolen that woman's magic weapon.

The red and black energies were drawn out from the ring.

"The line between Yin and Yang."

The thin line shot out from her palm, as fine as a hair, and plunged straight into the mouth of the demonic beast.

boom.

The demonic beast exploded from within, dissipating into a sky full of black mist.

The demonic cultivator was forced back several feet, a breath stuck in his chest.

After a long while, it slowly subsided.

The two gazed at each other from afar, separated by the thick black mist that filled the valley.

Neither can do anything about the other.

Evenly matched....

The cultivator from the Demon Spirit Sect looked at the female cultivator opposite him.

They should have been somewhat wary.

But I became more and more interested.

That's right!

In recent years, Zongnei has been plundering the relics in the spirit world.

Several elders were killed or injured.

The sect's power has greatly diminished, and the Supreme Elder even instructed me to find some outstanding talents to join the sect.

If we could win over these people in front of us...

"Don't rush off, fellow Daoist."

The cultivator, on the other hand, was quite leisurely, sitting leisurely in mid-air on the clouds.

They had no intention of continuing the fight whatsoever.

"The battle of wits just now..."

"Although you are a cultivator from the lower realm, you are able to fight me, an elder from the upper realm, to a standstill."

"That's really rare."

It's hard to tell whether those words were a compliment or an insult.

However, in the lower realm, no one would dare to speak to Master Hongfu like that.

Unless it's the being that suppressed him a thousand years ago.

But what that person is planning in the mortal realm now, Master Hongfu naturally has no idea.

"To be honest, fellow Daoist..."

"Although I am a cultivator from the upper realm, I have heard quite a bit about the various things in the lower realm."

These words sound like he genuinely intended to recruit them.

Master Hongfu would naturally not know.

In fact, the situation in the upper realm is even more brutal.

The younger generation in various families who are talented have long been targeted by the sects.

The major sects need to cultivate stronger cultivators to compete for the resources of the spirit realm.

"In this spirit world."

"Cultivators who do not belong to a sect cannot remain untainted."

Master Hongfu was taken aback.

Cultivators in the lower realms, apart from those in sects.

There are also countless independent cultivators.

But these words were somewhat unexpected regarding the structure of the upper realm.

Surely there are no rogue cultivators in this vast upper realm?

"Fellow Daoist, you are not a member of the Haori Sect."

"Why not join my Demon Spirit Sect?"

"If you insist on leaving."

"In the spirit world later, I will run into an elder from another sect."

"I see that you, fellow Daoist, have no sect or school to follow."

"Most likely, they will treat you as a rogue cultivator, kill you on the spot, and seize your treasures."

After hearing this, Master Hongfu felt it was quite normal.

"In this spirit world."

Most sects have a Grand Elder at the Mahayana stage in charge.

"Only those great beings above the Mahayana level."

Only then are you qualified to be a carefree and independent cultivator.

Master Hongfu listened quietly.

Upon reaching this upper realm, a sense of loss is inevitable.

I just didn't expect the contrast to come so quickly and so directly.

Fortunately.

Her cultivation level, at the mid-stage of the Integration Realm, was roughly equivalent to that of an elder of a sect.

In the spirit world, it wasn't too embarrassing.

Furthermore, judging from what this cultivator said, the various sects are also recruiting cultivators from each other.

If we force ourselves to leave today, it might not be easy to escape.

Why not just let him go and see what happens, and deal with whatever comes his way?

Master Hongfu turned around.

Their gazes fell on Xue Shazi and Lu Yao.

"What do you two think?"

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