The Record of the Goddess: The Demonic Sect Produces Talents? I Lead the Entire Sect to Prove Dao an

In the forbidden area behind the Law Enforcement Hall of Liuyun Sect.

The door to the Death Gate Hall, which had been sealed for decades, was smashed into pieces with a loud "boom".

A powerful aura rushed in from inside the door.

Transformation into a deity.

The cultivation world is strictly hierarchical.

Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation.

If you can get past this step, then you'll be a true old monster.

Elder Xing's figure slowly emerged from the darkness. His right arm, which had been severed, was now entangled in a dark red aura of resentment, so dark that one could vaguely make out the shape of a ghostly hand.

That murderous aura made the surrounding air seem to tremble.

"Senior brother!"

Elder Zhang had been waiting outside the palace gate for a long time. As soon as he felt the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage, he rushed forward.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother, on breaking through your cultivation barrier! Your cultivation has reached a new level!"

Elder Xing glanced down at him, his eyes devoid of warmth.

"Where is that little bastard Chu Feng?"

Upon hearing this, Elder Zhang burst into tears. He wiped his eyes and cried, "Senior brother, you don't understand!"

"My disciple Gu Yaoyao is dead! She was killed by that little beast Chu Feng! He slaughtered his fellow disciples!"

Elder Xing clenched his fist: "Is that so?"

"It's true! Absolutely true, Senior Brother!" Elder Zhang embellished the story, turning Chu Feng's actions in the secret realm into a full-blown murder and robbery.

"That little beast not only killed Yaoyao, but also stole the Sword Saint's inheritance! Now, the sect leader and his gang actually want to appoint him as some kind of Holy Son!"

"The Holy Son?"

Elder Xing couldn't hold back any longer.

"Wow, a menial disciple who killed a fellow disciple and stole someone else's opportunity can actually be named a Holy Son?"

"That good-for-nothing Lu Xuanshan, did a donkey kick his brain?!"

"This little beast is definitely not simple. I'll go and capture him right now and search his soul. I want to see what kind of thing he really is!"

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"Senior brother, wait! Don't go!"

Elder Zhang hurriedly exclaimed, "You mustn't! Senior Brother! That little beast has Feng Jiuyou protecting him!"

"If you go now, what if that old hag makes a move? You've only just broken through to the next level, and your cultivation level isn't stable yet. What if you suffer a hidden loss..."

Elder Xing's gaze sharpened, and he stopped.

That old hag Feng Jiuyou is indeed a considerable troublesome person.

"So what do you suggest we do? Just let this go like this?"

"That definitely doesn't count!"

A glint of malice flashed in Elder Zhang's eyes.

He leaned close to Elder Xing's ear and whispered, "Senior brother, we can use a borrowed knife to kill someone."

How do I borrow it?

"Although Feng Jiuyou is an old hag, she is indeed beautiful."

Elder Zhang chuckled. "I heard that the Lord of the Demon Palace is a notorious lecher who has been drooling over Feng Jiuyou for a long time."

Elder Xing's eyes lit up: "You mean...?"

"Let's secretly leak Feng Jiuyou's whereabouts and information to the Lord of the Demon Palace."

Elder Zhang smiled sinisterly, "That old lecher will definitely lead his entire force out to attack."

"When that time comes, those sects that are at odds with us, like the Heavenly Sword Sect, will definitely be happy to see our sect in turmoil and will absolutely not interfere."

"Wait until Feng Jiuyou and the Demon Lord's Palace fight to a standstill, or even until Feng Jiuyou is severely injured or killed..."

"Senior brother, step forward again in the spirit of 'saving the sect from dire straits,' and kill the Lord of the Demon Palace!"

"By then, Senior Brother, you will be the only Nascent Soul cultivator in our Flowing Cloud Sect. Won't the position of Sect Master be a piece of cake?"

After hearing this, Elder Xing finally showed a satisfied smile on his previously gloomy face.

"A good plan."

He smiled and patted Elder Zhang on the shoulder, "Once this is done, the position of Grand Elder will be yours."

"Thank you for your guidance, senior brother!"

……

On the other side, in Chu Feng's cave.

The stone door to the secret chamber was slowly pushed open.

Chu Feng stretched lazily.

After half a month of seclusion, his dual Nascent Soul cultivation had been completely stabilized.

In addition to his cultivation level skyrocketing, he also managed to master the "Mountain-Severing Armor" technique that the remnant soul of the Sword Saint had taught him.

To put it simply, this thing is just using the Nascent Soul's magical power as glue and the sword intent as steel to coat the outside of one's body with a layer of anti-armor.

He looked down, touched his stomach, then his eight-pack abs, and nodded in satisfaction.

"With that physique, it would be a real shame if he didn't go into the world of male prostitutes."

In the courtyard, Hongxiu was squatting next to the spirit wood shelf, arranging spirit herbs.

Hearing a noise, she turned around and saw Chu Feng standing on the steps.

Although he concealed his Nascent Soul Realm aura, one could still feel the pressure if one got a little closer.

Hongxiu's face flushed red instantly, and she couldn't help but recall what Su Qingyi had said to her upstairs earlier.

"You need to confirm for me yourself just how powerful he really is..."

"Hongxiu, there will only be more and more opportunities to use this kind of thing in the future..."

Hongxiu bit her lip and made up her mind.

She lifted her skirt and ran over here with small, quick steps.

When she was about two steps away from Chu Feng, she stopped and cried out, "Ouch!"

He lunged forward with that momentum.

Chu Feng's lips twitched.

He's now a Nascent Soul cultivator, so his senses are incredibly sharp.

Even if that's not the case, that girl's feint with her feet was way too exaggerated.

But he didn't say it out loud.

Chu Feng reached out and caught Hongxiu as she lunged at him.

My hands felt warm and soft, with a delicate fragrance unique to young girls.

Hongxiu's face turned so red it was almost bleeding, her heart was pounding, and she was just about to say a few more mushy words.

"Smack."

Chu Feng's hand slid down and gave her a light pat on her pert buttocks.

"Be careful, the ground is slippery."

Chu Feng looked down at the girl in his arms and laughed, "The ground in this courtyard is very slippery. Be careful next time you walk."

Hongxiu froze in his arms, her mind going blank for a second, almost short-circuiting.

She hurriedly broke free from Chu Feng's embrace, lowered her head, covered her bottom, and took two small steps back.

"My lord, young master... this servant knows she was wrong."

Chu Feng's smile vanished as he watched her flee in disarray.

This girl used to be so well-behaved, serving tea and water. Why is she suddenly doing this today?

Something's wrong, something's very wrong.

Hongxiu covered her buttocks and retreated to the side, her eyes darting around.

"Young master..."

"what?"

"That Soul Gathering Pill that Master Su mentioned before..."

Hongxiu leaned forward slightly and asked, "Have you made any progress?"