Daily Divination From Market Rogue Cultivator To Immortal Venerable - Chapter 167

Chapter 167 Ask Me to Kill Myself? (Please Subscribe)

Awakening from a long dream.

Huang Liang was stunned for a moment, staring around in amazement.

Everything was gone…

He had never received any Golden Core inheritance, nor had he ever become a Nascent Soul Patriarch.

The moment he stepped into the valley,

he was trapped in a dream.

Upon waking, he was still in the valley, his body had collapsed, leaving only his soul.

Huang Liang stared at his corpse, lost in thought for a long time.

“Why, why is this happening…”

He muttered, unable to accept it.

Li Changan appeared before him, holding the Zunhun Banner.

“Fellow Daoist Huang, it’s time to enter the Zunhun Banner.”

“It’s you! You… you’re Li Fan… no, you’re Li Changan…”

Huang Feng suddenly raised his head, staring at Li Changan intently.

Like a madman, he lunged at him, screaming, “Li Changan, let me go back, let me see my people again!”

Perhaps the dream had lasted too long, and he couldn’t distinguish between dream and reality.

Or perhaps

he could, but he just didn’t want to.

“Fellow Daoist Huang, you should enter the Soul Banner and clear your mind.”

Li Chang’an shook his head slightly and tossed his soul into the Supreme Soul Banner.

Then, he looked at Huang Liang

‘s corpse on the ground. “Could there also be a blood seed within Huang Liang?”

Li Chang’an wondered.

He stepped forward, took his storage bag, and removed his protective armor.

The armor was shrouded in a dark hue and felt light, as if it weighed nothing. This testified to the exceptional quality of the materials and forging techniques used.

Li Chang’an attempted to refine it, but found it difficult.

To expedite the process,

he borrowed some power from the Black Water Turtle and quickly refined it.

“Second-grade, superior spiritual armor, the Netherworld Tribulation Armor!”

Li Chang’an beamed with joy at the information he had received about this armor.

This Netherworld Tribulation Armor was of a far higher quality than the Five Elements Spiritual Armor he currently wore!

In the event of a surprise attack,

it would automatically release a spiritual shield capable of blocking attacks from those in the late Foundation Establishment stage!

“No wonder my previous plan to kill Huang Liang failed. It turns out he possesses such a protective treasure. It seems he’s also a man of destiny.”

The value of this armor lies in its attributelessness!

Any cultivator with any spiritual root can perfectly activate it.

This is precisely why

Li Changan was so delighted.

He immediately replaced his Five Elements Spirit Control Armor.

Then, he unleashed a stream of sword energy at Huang Liang’s corpse.

“Crack!”

The sword energy sliced through Huang Liang’s neck, but it didn’t sever him, leaving a deep wound.

Within the wound, streaks of crimson blood were clearly visible.

“Sure enough, he’s a Bloodseed!”

Li Changan had suspected this even before killing Huang Feng.

The person practicing the Demon Seeding Technique was most likely Huang Feng’s master, Murong Kang!

Now,

the Bloodseed within Huang Liang’s corpse

seemed to confirm his suspicions.

“It’s said that the Bloodseed Technique can disregard the limitations of spiritual roots. Even those with inferior spiritual roots can rise against the tide and cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage…”

Li Changan recalled the rumors.

Meanwhile,

He also thought about his own spiritual roots.

“My spiritual roots, even among the lower-grade ones, are considered very poor. If I could obtain the Great Demon Planting Technique, perhaps I could go further on the path of cultivation in this lifetime.”

“Although this technique is unnatural, as long as I stay true to my original intention and don’t attack innocent people, it’ll be fine.”

As long as he holds on to his original intention, his path of cultivation will not go astray. He

won’t end up becoming a mad demon.

With this in mind,

Li Changan glanced in the direction of Huanghe Immortal City.

He and Murong Kang already had a grudge.

Murong Kang’s suspicion of practicing the Great Demon Planting Technique gave him another reason to act!

However,

killing Huang Liang could provoke the rebellion of Huanghe Zhenren.

To kill a foundation-building cultivator like Murong Kang, a descendant of Huanghe Mountain, one must be extremely cautious, take the long view, and be careful not to act rashly.

“My foundation-building isn’t a big issue. Before I do, there’s no need to worry about my spiritual roots. Let’s put this matter aside for now.”

Li Changan took a deep breath, suppressing all his thoughts.

Then.

He used the same method he had used on Huang Feng’s corpse, using the incineration talisman to burn Huang Liang’s body to ashes.

He repeated this process several times. Then,

he used the sword array to crush the ashes into dust.

Finally, he had Da Huang use his earth power to bury all the soil in the area deep within the earth.

After this,

Li Changan left without stopping and sped away.

…

Not long after,

he arrived at a deep mountain, went deep underground, and began to check the treasures in Huang Liang’s storage bag.

“Huang Liang has reached the ninth level of Qi Refining. He has indeed prepared things for himself to build his foundation.”

In his storage bag,

Li Changan discovered a foundation-building spiritual item.

Qingye Dew.

Ordinary foundation-building spiritual items can increase the success rate by 10%.

This treasure can only be combined with the effects of foundation-building pills and cannot be used in conjunction with other foundation-building spiritual items.

“This thing is not as good as the Seven-Leaf Colorful Lotus I have. I have to sell it. I happen to be a little short of money right now.”

The spirit stones in Li Changan’s storage bag were almost empty!

Cultivating spirit beasts and poisonous insects consumes a lot, and the path of body refining is like a bottomless pit, constantly devouring cultivation resources.

He carefully put away the Qingye Dew and continued to check other treasures.

After a while,

Li Changan found a jade slip with a strange shape.

The jade slip was empty, with nothing recorded, but it contained a strange power.

Li Chang’an sensed this power vaguely connected to the Yellow Crane Immortal City.

“Could this be the treasure Huang Liang had begged for from Master Huang He?”

Li Chang’an’s brow furrowed.

Feeling slightly uneasy, he immediately erased his own aura and tossed the jade slip deep underground.

Having done this,

Li Chang’an destroyed the underground space and, using his escape technique, rapidly escaped.

About half an hour later,

he entered the Black Dragon Mountains, masking his own presence with the mountain’s dense demonic aura.

He then continued to examine the treasures in his storage bag.

Each time he found something suspicious, he tossed it deep underground and fled, moving on to another location.

This cycle repeated over ten times.

Finally, Li Chang’an had counted all the treasures in Huang Liang’s bag.

Finally,

he transferred all the treasures into his own bag and destroyed Huang Liang’s.

“It should be safe.”

…

At the same time,

Murong Kang, his expression grim, arrived at the valley.

He stared intently at the spot where Huang Liang had died.

“How could this damned wretch be killed just like his fellow apprentice?”

Murong Kang was filled with rage, wishing Huang Liang could be resurrected so he could kill him himself!

For all these years,

he had pretended to be a good master, painstakingly training the two. He

had intended for them to reach a high enough level of cultivation, so he could devour the blood within them!

But now,

it was all for nothing!

“Who is it! Who is it?!”

Murong Kang roared to the heavens in rage.

Just then,

a steady voice rang out.

“What happened? Why are you so out of control?”

Startled, Murong Kang quickly turned and bowed.

“Disciple greets Master!”

“No need for formalities,”

the voice said. It was none other than Master Huang He.

His expression was calm, and he released a stream of spiritual energy, lifting Murong Kang up.

“Tell me, what happened?”

“Master, both of my disciples were murdered, and the murderer hasn’t been found yet!”

“Hmm?”

Master Huang He frowned slightly.

He had a memory of Murong Kang’s two apprentices.

One of them, Huang Liang, bore a resemblance to his childhood friend, so he had gifted him with a communication artifact, allowing him to call for help in times of danger.

However, Huang Liang was already dead.

He hadn’t received his call for help.

“It must have been a Foundation Establishment cultivator who attacked.”

Only a Foundation Establishment cultivator could instantly kill Huang Liang,

leaving him no time to call for help.

Thinking of this,

Huang He Zhenren felt a surge of anger.

“A Foundation Establishment cultivator, bullying the weak, killing a disciple of our Huang He Mountain lineage. This is unforgivable!”

“Master, but that person destroyed every trace,”

Murong Kang said. He had already tried every possible means, but none had worked. Not

even a trace could be found.

Huang He Zhenren glanced around, shook his head slightly, and said, “No traces are necessary. I’ll consult an old friend whose divination skills have reached the third level, enough to determine the perpetrator!”

…

At this moment,

Li Changan was still deep underground in the Black Dragon Mountains.

He planned to stay another night and, if the divination was correct, return to Huang He Immortal City.

If he knew what Huang He Zhenren was planning, he would be very surprised.

Cultivating the Hundred Arts of Immortals.

Reaching the second level is already very difficult, let alone the third level?

Furthermore,

it was a very difficult art to cultivate!

Unlike talismans, alchemy, and other techniques, this art consumed not only time but also life!

Only by sacrificing one’s life could one obtain certain accurate hexagrams.

Because of this,

practitioners of the art of divination often had sallow complexions, thin bodies, and a sickly appearance.

Time flew by, and before they knew it, it was midnight.

The hexagram appeared.

It showed a “flat” hexagram, without any unexpected changes.

“It seems this matter is settled,”

Li Chang’an breathed a sigh of relief.

He immediately set out, returning to Yellow Crane Immortal City overnight to continue his cultivation.

…

Three days later.

Late at night.

Li Chang’an sat cross-legged, practicing his cultivation techniques and breathing in his spiritual energy.

Just then, a new hexagram appeared before him.

[Hexagram Updated]

[Today’s Hexagram: Flat]

[Yellow Crane Master invited a third-level fortune-teller to attempt to deduce your identity, but the fortune-teller suffered a backlash during the deduction, severely injured, and dared not continue.]

“Fortune-teller?”

Li Chang’an’s eyes flickered as he carefully read the hexagram.

He was genuinely surprised.

He had always used hexagrams to deal with others.

But now,

a fortune-teller was actually trying to deal with him.

“A third-level fortune-teller is considered top-tier in the entire Zhao Kingdom’s cultivation world, right? This skill is incredibly difficult to cultivate, and those who reach the third level are rare,”

Li Chang’an pondered.

If he were just an ordinary cultivator, this third-level master would most likely have divined his divinations.

But…

he possessed a daily hexagram.

This item was clearly higher in rank than a third-level one, reaching the legendary state of “divine artifacts obscuring themselves,” making it impossible to deduce. They

were both divinations

, but compared to Li Changan’s divinations, the third-level master’s was like a firefly to the bright moon.

“Don’t worry about this matter. Just focus on your cultivation.”

Li Changan smiled and continued his practice.

…

The next day.

At noon.

Li Changan was practicing when he suddenly sensed something strange.

“Has that third-level master started divinations?”

He glanced up at Huanghe Mountain, lost in thought.

An instant later,

the feeling vanished, as if it had never existed.

…

At the same time.

Atop Huanghe Mountain, within the main hall,

an old man in a gray robe suddenly turned pale, spat out blood, his aura rapidly declining, and he collapsed.

“Fellow Daoist Wang, what happened?”

True Man Huanghe quickly stepped forward and supported him.

The gray-robed elder opened his mouth, as if about to say something, but spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

Every

time he tried to speak, the words on his lips turned to blood, and he couldn’t utter a single word!

His aura continued to decline, and he seemed to have suffered a divine punishment. In an instant, he became emaciated, like a skeleton!

This horrifying scene

caused the faces of the many Huanghe Mountain disciples in the hall to change.

“The divine power is backfiring!”

Huang He Zhenren’s expression was solemn.

He had never witnessed such a severe backlash. He

had just deduced a murderer, so why did this happen?

Could the man also be a fortune teller?

After a long while,

the gray-robed elder finally recovered a little.

Fear showed on his face, and he shook his head repeatedly, not daring to deduce anymore. He dipped his finger in his own blood and painstakingly wrote six words on the ground.

“Unspeakable! Unspeakable!”

After writing,

he ignored Huang He Zhenren’s pleas to stay, and as if terrified to the extreme, he quickly left Huanghe Immortal City.

Huang He Zhenren stood outside the main hall, his hands behind his back, watching his retreating figure, his expression gradually darkening.

…

After that day,

Li Changan’s hexagram remained flat, and nothing else happened.

His life of cultivation became much calmer.

Unnoticed, more than

half a year had passed.

“After so much time, this matter should be mostly settled,”

Li Changan thought.

He had quite a few treasures from the Huangliang storage bag.

However,

fearing an investigation by the Huang Heshan lineage, he hadn’t sold them on the black market.

“I’ll go to the black market tomorrow, but first, let’s see what the hexagram says tonight.”

Li Changan was extremely cautious. After all, this concerned Huang He Zhenren, so he couldn’t be careless.

That evening at midnight, the hexagram appeared as usual.

It showed “flat,” nothing unexpected.

Li Changan breathed a sigh of relief.

…

The next day,

he went to the black market, changing into more than a dozen identities, and sold off the treasures he no longer needed.

That foundation-building spiritual artifact attracted numerous bids at a small trade fair, ultimately fetching a whopping eight thousand spirit stones!

“My storage bag is finally a little thicker,”

Li Chang’an said, contentedly eyeing the spirit stones he had acquired.

In the days that followed,

he continued his cultivation and training, occasionally visiting the trading area and the black market. He

occasionally found a bargain, guided by the divinations.

This peaceful practice lasted for the better part of six months.

Until one day,

while he was searching for a treasure on the black market as usual,

Luo Baitong suddenly approached him and said, “Friend Li, someone wants to hire you to kill two people.”

Li Chang’an didn’t take it seriously.

Li Fan’s identity was well-known, known to many within both the robbery cultivation community and the righteous path.

Consequently,

he was often approached to eliminate an opponent.

If the victim was a particularly heinous criminal, he wouldn’t refuse. After all, he could earn a reward and steal the opponent’s storage bag—why not?

Li Changan casually asked, “Fellow Daoist Luo, who do you want me to kill this time?”

Luo Baitong replied, “Two cultivators from Yellow Crane Immortal City, one named Li Changan and the other named Xu Fugui.”

“Oh?”

Li Changan was startled.

Someone actually asked him to kill himself?

This was the first time he had encountered such a bizarre thing.

During his time in Yellow Crane Immortal City, neither he nor Xu Fugui had offended anyone at the same time, so such a thing shouldn’t have happened.

But…

a figure quickly flashed through Li Changan’s mind.

Xu Fugui’s second senior brother, Mo Chen! With

this thought,

he immediately asked, “Fellow Daoist Luo, where is the fellow who wants to recruit me? I want to speak with him privately.”

“Fellow Daoist Li, follow me

. He’s in a dark room.” Luo Baitong immediately led Li Changan to the door .

Soon,

the two arrived at a dark room.

Inside, a cultivator clad in a black robe and mask was visible.

Although he concealed his aura

, Li Changan, with his delusion-piercing eyes, instantly recognized his identity.

“It’s him!”

It was Mo Chen!

Li Changan’s heart stirred as he came over and sat down in front of Mo Chen.

“What’s your name, fellow Daoist?”

“My last name

is Ye.” “So, Fellow Daoist Ye? You want me to help you eliminate two cultivators from Yellow Crane Immortal City?”

“Indeed!”

Mo Chen nodded solemnly and slowly pushed a spiritual contract towards Li Changan.

The contract clearly stated:

If Xu Fugui could be killed, he would pay a reward of one thousand spirit stones.

If Li Changan could be killed, he would add another five hundred.

After reading the contract,

Li Changan secretly grumbled.

“Good fellow, I’m not even as good as Fugui, and I’m only worth these few spirit stones?”

It was obvious.

Mo Chen really wanted to eliminate Xu Fugui.

Li Changan couldn’t help but think of Xu Fugui’s third senior brother, Gu Shanxing, whose death was extremely suspicious.

Now that he thought about it, perhaps Mo Chen was also involved.

“Fellow Daoist Ye, give me three days. I need to investigate the identities and backgrounds of these two people.”

“No need to investigate!”

Mo Chen seemed a little impatient.

He explained directly.

“Xu Fugui is a disciple of Wang Fuan, a master of foundation building, while Li Changan is just an ordinary casual cultivator. With your abilities, Li Fan, killing them won’t be difficult!”

“Haha, Fellow Daoist Ye, why are you so anxious? Everything needs to be planned before you act.”

Li Changan shook his head slightly, pushing the spiritual contract back.

Mo Chen took a deep breath, as if realizing he had been too impatient.

“Okay, Fellow Daoist Li, I’ll give you three days. Give me your answer after three days.”

“No problem.”

And just like that, the two reached an agreement.

Luo Baitong stood aside, slightly puzzled.

He knew very well that

Li Changan only killed those with serious sins.

Xu Fugui and Li Changan didn’t seem to be particularly evil, but simply two honest and upright practitioners.

At that moment,

Li Changan’s voice transmission echoed in Luo Baitong’s ears.

“Fellow Daoist Luo, Senior Wang Fuan has done me a favor. I cannot possibly kill his disciple. Please keep this a secret.”

Hearing this, Luo Baitong was stunned.

He quickly realized and immediately sent a voice transmission in reply.

“Don’t worry, Fellow Daoist Li, this matter will never be known to anyone else!”

After saying this, he glanced at Mo Chen.

He knew in his heart

that although Mo Chen was still alive, he was already considered a dead man.

(End of this chapter)