Three months ago, Author: Xun Chun Xu Zhou
In this world, there are Five Phoenixes—
The more crimson ones are Feng, the more azure ones are Luan, the more yellow ones are Yuan Zhu, the more purple ones are Que Zuo, and the more white ones are Hong Hu.
At this moment, on a desolate island amidst the vast outer sea, accompanied by the competing cries of the beasts, one could see from afar that five-colored flames intertwined into a vortex, within which the bright light continuously revolved, revealing the external forms of the Five Phoenixes!
However, perhaps the blood and malice of the demonic beasts refined into the flames were too intense, upon closer inspection, the five-colored flames appeared to be shrouded in a layer of hazy dark red gauze.
It was this dark red hue that bound the energy of the five-colored flames together.
Amidst the cries, even the external forms of the Five Phoenixes, under the reflection of the dark red color, became increasingly lifelike, as if the true spirits of the Phoenixes had descended into the world!
It seemed that this was the orthodox method of cultivation of the "Five Phoenix Summoning Southern Bright Spell."
Yet, in an instant, accompanied by a sweep of flame light, what was once a lush thicket transformed into scorched earth, and even the originally moist stubborn stones on the ground cracked in an instant.
Amidst the thunderous sounds of the flames, the cries of all living beings on the island fell into despair.
And—there was that most mournful human scream.
At the center of the storm formed by the five-colored flames stood a middle-aged Daoist, quietly observing the destruction of the lives on the entire island with a cold gaze.
The twisting and leaping strange forms within the flames appeared to him like some wild and primitive dance—free and unrestrained.
After observing for a while, the middle-aged Daoist seemed to become sentimental, lowering his head, and when he raised his hand again, he unexpectedly wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye.
Immediately after, a sickly ferocity appeared on his face, but as his cheeks twitched, upon looking again, he seemed to be smiling faintly.
While speaking, the middle-aged Daoist raised his hand, and a法印 (Fa Yin) struck down from the air, as if a dark red intertwined thunderfire transformed into a sharp arrow, piercing through the form of a cultivator who had escaped the storm of flames.
Upon looking, that person had no power to resist, and in the blink of an eye, he met his demise at the Daoist's hands.
As the conversation reached its climax, the middle-aged Daoist trembled with excitement, his shoulders shaking violently, as if he were in a fit.
His originally pale face turned crimson in that moment, as if intoxicated, and even the spiritual light brewing deep within his eyes was tinted with dark red blood malice.
In the next moment, the middle-aged Daoist beckoned again towards the flames.
As the flame light swirled, a thick法力 (Fa Li) descended, suddenly wrapping around a thin old man, pulling him out of the flames and towards himself.
The mighty法力 (Fa Li) spiritual light almost condensed into a handprint of fire malice in the air, and the old man, held in mid-air, emitted sounds of cracking bones from all his limbs, his mouth gaping as if he wanted to scream, yet no sound came forth.
When the old man was pulled before the middle-aged Daoist, he remained suspended in mid-air by the handprint of fire malice.
His form twisted, and upon closer inspection, bright red blood continuously dripped from the old man's Daoist robe, but before it could reach the ground, it was dried by the heat, leaving only an increasingly foul odor.
At the same time, the middle-aged Daoist raised his hand, seemingly wanting to grasp the old man's head.
But upon closer inspection, the old man's sparse, withered hair was like an infant's fine hair, yet beneath the sparse and withered strands, there was a layer of filth, as if something dirty had accumulated, resembling hardened skin, and more like the backlash of demonic cultivation.
A cursory glance revealed that beneath the old man's withered hair, there was a slick layer of snake scales.
After observing for a while longer, it was discovered that even the old man's weathered wrinkles bore the same characteristics; the places that should have been weathered by time suddenly sprouted fine pink lines, resembling snake scales, as if the already exhausted flesh beneath the skin was fracturing inch by inch.
Thus, the middle-aged Daoist's hand, which was suspended in mid-air, abruptly halted, and then, as if he had seen something filthy, he quickly withdrew his hand.
Even so, the middle-aged Daoist could not help but scold.
As he spoke, the redness on his face increased once more.
As his words fell, perhaps due to his agitated mood, the handprint of fire malice suddenly exerted force, and the sounds of the old man's bones cracking were almost like popping beans, crackling incessantly in an instant.
Finally, a mouthful of fresh blood was directly spat out from the old man's mouth.
With his mouth wide open, the old man was left with only labored breaths, resembling a broken bellows, as if even howling had become a task that drained his spirit.
In the middle-aged Daoist's almost scarlet eyes brewed a killing intent as he looked at the old man, as if he were gazing at a sworn enemy.
"Where has your family’s Mo Island Master gone? This poor Daoist has asked several people; if you do not speak, I will burn another island.
No need to rush, the Hundred Serpent Island, your Mo family claims to possess a hundred islands, right? I will ask a hundred times before your clan is annihilated!"
As his words fell, the old man suddenly struggled violently.
When the middle-aged Daoist looked over, he heard the old man's intermittent voice struggling to emerge.
The redness on the middle-aged Daoist's face gradually dissipated, and he twitched his mouth, but there was no longer any trace of a smile.
He glanced around at the scorched earth beneath the five-colored flames, watching the ashes and dust rising in the storm vortex, and suddenly waved his hand, throwing the old man back into the法焰 (Fa Yan).
On Ling Fu Island.
Before the wooden Daoist hall, rebuilt for the second time, the doors stood wide open.
Chu Wei Yang sat on the lush grass, facing the boundless sea, amidst the swirling dark mist, following the innate Eight Trigrams;
Behind him was the entrance to the cave, interwoven with gold and jade, above which floated a deep azure法焰 (Fa Yan).
Upon closer inspection, one could occasionally see a wisp of purple light swirling within the flames.
The place where Chu Wei Yang sat was the true nexus of water and fire on the island.
At this moment, Chu Wei Yang held the cool-feeling Shan He Gui in his hands, drawing in a faint red spiritual light.
The rich aroma of herbs and the fresh scent of demonic fish, after repeated refining, exploded in his mouth, followed by the thick medicinal power and Yuan Qi surging through his meridians, and finally, a scorching warm current filled his stomach's Dan Ding.
Then, Chu Wei Yang tilted his head back, as if intoxicated, taking a deep breath.
In an instant, water and fire transformed into dragons and tigers, converging within the Dan Ding, evolving into tortoise and phoenix, while the five Qi ground mill further refined the medicinal power and Yuan Qi法力 (Fa Li) to eradicate the encroaching malice.
The medicinal power transformed the malice, while the Yuan Qi法力 (Fa Li) guided the malice, and the five Qi's mysterious dark once again refined the malice.
Thus, it was as if one person had struck out three times in an instant; while it could not be said that all the malice dissipated completely, this combination of strikes was sufficient to eliminate six or seven parts of it.
This was a tremendous leap forward!
Feeling the progress of his法力 (Fa Li), now a single bowl of soup consumed exceeded the refinement of several Long Hu Recovery Pills at his peak!
In such a short time, whether fast or slow, it would be enough for Chu Wei Yang to glimpse the path to the sixth layer of Qi Refinement!
Such grounded progress truly made Chu Wei Yang feel that struggling against the accumulation of malice was no longer a fleeting matter, but a tangible path laid out before him, right beneath his feet!
At the same time, as if sensing Chu Wei Yang's joy, a wisp of spiritual light swirled from the Shan He Gui, as if after experiencing such a process, the spiritual resonance of the Shan He Gui had also increased slightly.
Gently caressing the delicate and beautiful patterns on the Shan He Gui, Chu Wei Yang then raised his hand, causing the magical artifact to swirl and transform into a wisp of spiritual light, vanishing into his sleeve.
Chu Wei Yang then stood up, looking towards the flat and open ground not far away.
With just one glance, he could see that in the short span of a few days, he had already opened up a plot of land there.
To be honest, the island was not a good place for farming, especially a vast and flat Dao domain like Ling Fu Island, but after Chu Wei Yang set up the island's protective formation, stabilizing the winds and rains with mist, and harmonizing water and fire, this island, rich in energy veins, had already become a good place for cultivating spiritual fields.
The same medicinal herbs planted here would likely yield an additional three parts of medicinal power.
As for the seeds of the medicinal herbs, Chu Wei Yang had prepared them long ago in Ling Qiu Mountain's market, and later, upon arriving on the island and receiving Mo Dao Zhong's floating wealth, these spiritual herb seeds were no longer a scarce resource.
Chu Wei Yang thought that with his current cultivation, the Dan Ding was almost a bottomless pit; no matter how many herbs he had, it would not be enough to consume, so he needed to prepare in advance to save a lot of expenses and gain more medicinal power.
Thus, he opened up this plot of land.
At this moment, Chu Wei Yang was slowly pacing, just about to head towards the spiritual field to further repair it when suddenly, a faint sound of cracking came from the wooden Daoist hall behind him.
Immediately, as if recalling something, Chu Wei Yang hurriedly turned back, taking a few steps into the Daoist hall, heading straight for the large urn in the corner.
The various precious materials stored by Mo Dao Zhong on Ling Fu Island had all been categorized and stored in the Qiankun pouch by Chu Wei Yang, but there were a few hundred snake eggs, all brimming with vitality, which could not be stored in the Qiankun pouch due to the prohibition against living creatures.
This was why Chu Wei Yang had gone through much trouble to finally place them in the large urn, sealing them in the corner of the Daoist hall.
How strange! By rights, this should not be the time for the snake eggs to undergo any changes…
As the talisman sealing the large urn was lifted, upon looking, it was indeed the case; the topmost snake egg had already cracked open, and a slender little snake coiled in place, seemingly twisting in confusion.
Chu Wei Yang propped his chin, shaking his head to himself.
As his words fell, Chu Wei Yang formed a sword finger, ready to unleash a sword qi to strike down, aiming directly at the little snake's seven inches.
However, at that moment, before the sword qi at Chu Wei Yang's fingertips could be released, suddenly, the法剑 (Fa Jian) hovered beside him, and amidst the sound of the sword's ringing, a voice echoed in his mind—
"Listening to the marvelous methods of Ting Chang Mountain is certainly not wrong."
In an instant, Chu Wei Yang's sword finger veered off, landing on the ground instead.
As his words fell, the extremely peculiar voice of Chun Yu Zhi suddenly rang out.
Hearing this, at that very moment, Chu Wei Yang did not look at the demonic snake but instead turned his head to glance at the法剑 (Fa Jian) beside him.
"Oh? Is this another Chun Yu Zhi? Is she about to pass on another opportunity for me to inherit a lineage?"
Just as he was thinking this, a series of cracking sounds came from the urn.
Upon looking again, three more demonic snakes emerged, all appearing equally listless.
This time, Chu Wei Yang felt that perhaps there would be some trouble…