Daily Divination From Market Rogue Cultivator To Immortal Venerable - Chapter 186

Chapter 186 Xiahou Hong’s Pain (Please Subscribe)

Within the dark room, a sinister atmosphere permeated the air.

Thick black fog swirled around, seemingly threatening to engulf everything.

Xiahou Kun retreated to a distance, gazing at the ferocious evil spirit with a flicker of fear in his eyes.

A mid-stage second-order main spirit was comparable to a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator!

He himself had only been building his foundation for a few years, and his accumulated liquid mana was limited, still lingering at the early stages.

While his cultivation techniques and spells were impressive, he wasn’t necessarily a match for the evil spirit!

“Die!”

The evil spirit lunged at Xiahou Kun with a ferocious expression.

Xiahou Kun retreated again and again, casting several spells, barely managing to fend off the evil spirit’s attacks.

After just a few breaths,

his breathing began to distort.

“How can this main spirit be so powerful!”

Xiahou Kun’s face darkened as he secretly swallowed several healing pills.

In reality,

this wasn’t even the evil spirit’s ultimate strength.

Li Changan had communicated with the spirit of the Honored Soul Banner.

A soul’s inherent power is weak. It becomes stronger under the influence of the Honored Soul Banner because it temporarily absorbs the energy of the remaining souls within it.

Simply put, it’s like using the power of countless fragmented souls to nourish a single main soul.

However, the Demon Soul requires no nourishment,

as it is itself a fusion of countless fragmented souls.

It’s incredibly powerful from birth, and even after years have eroded its strength, it’s still comparable to a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

If it were to draw upon the power of more fragmented souls, it might even rival a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Unfortunately,

the Honored Soul Banner itself is not of sufficient rank, having only recovered to mid-stage 2, unable to restrain a late-stage 2 main soul.

The number of souls within the banner is also insufficient.

To strengthen the main soul,

Li Changan must harvest more souls.

Currently, the Honored Soul Banner contains only a few hundred souls. While these are the souls of cultivators of exceptional quality, they’re still too few.

If it could be further enhanced to become a Thousand Soul Banner, Ten Thousand Soul Banner, or even a Hundred Thousand Soul Banner, the power it provides would be greatly enhanced.

However, acquiring so many souls at once is not easy.

Unless Li Changan went directly to the mortal world to slaughter the mortals.

Even slaughtering a small nation would amass a million souls!

While the quality of mortal souls might not match that of cultivators, they were superior in number.

But slaughtering mortals is ultimately the work of demonic cultivators, and even most demonic cultivators dare not do so, fearing the combined efforts of righteous sects and aristocratic families.

“I wonder if there’s a soul trade going on. If so, I’ll buy some souls to replenish my Exalted Soul Banner,”

Li Changan pondered as he ordered the Evil Soul to continue dealing with Xiahou Kun.

By now, the black fog had engulfed most of the dark room.

Xiahou Kun maneuvered around in the small space that remained, his expression growing increasingly grim.

But there was someone even uglier than him.

That was Mu Che, who had just signed the slave spirit contract!

“How could there be a mid-stage second-level main soul in Li Fan’s soul banner?”

He groaned inwardly with regret.

If he had known this would happen, he would have joined Li Changan.

If Xiahou Kun were killed by the main soul, he would perish along with him!

Ye Hao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew his gamble had paid off!

“Fortunately…”

he thought gratefully.

At that moment, he should have signed a slave contract.

But for some reason, a faint voice within him told him to choose Li Changan.

It was at this moment that

Xiahou Kun finally gave way.

His face paled, and he immediately shouted, “Daoyou Li, this inheritance can be copied. Why should we fight to the death? I still have the secret technique of burning blood to use. If I try to squeeze my lifespan, your main soul might not be able to stop me!”

His words were both a plea for peace and a threat.

After all,

on the surface, Li Changan’s strength was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

If Xiahou Kun used the secret technique of squeezing his lifespan, suddenly bursting with even greater strength, breaking through the evil soul’s obstruction and directly attacking Li Changan’s true form, Li Changan would not stand a chance.

“Daoyou Xia, you’re right!”

Li Changan suddenly smiled.

He held the soul flag in his hand and waved it gently. The black fog around him stopped spreading, and the evil spirit also stopped attacking.

“On the path of cultivation, peace should be the most valuable. Fighting and killing are not my wish.”

Hearing this, Xiahou Kun’s face trembled.

Everyone in this area knew that Li Fan was a killer. His road to fame was littered with corpses, and he basically killed his way to fame!

However.

In the current situation, he didn’t dare to refute and could only agree.

“Friend Li is right. In fact, I don’t like fighting and killing either.”

Xiahou Kun forced a smile.

While speaking, he secretly swallowed a few recovery pills and tried his best to recover his losses.

However.

He suddenly discovered.

His own magical power became somewhat stagnant.

Furthermore, a faint burning pain emanated from his meridians and internal organs.

“Not good!”

Xiahou Kun’s face suddenly changed, realizing he had been poisoned. He immediately took out a large number of detoxification pills.

He had been operating in this area for years, inevitably interacting with the Five Poisons Wanderer lineage. His storage bag was well stocked with detoxification pills, including quite a few second-level ones.

In a flash, he

forcibly suppressed the toxins!

“Li Fan, you despicable villain, you actually poisoned me! Have you defected to the Five Poisons Wanderer lineage?”

“Fellow Daoist Xia, you misunderstood.”

Li Changan’s expression remained unchanged, his voice calm.

“Who says only the Five Poisons Wanderer lineage can use poison? Could it be that he alone invented all the poison techniques in the world of immortal cultivation?”

“You…”

Xiahou Kun’s face was filled with anger, murderous intent surging within him, and he wished he could tear Li Changan apart.

But he knew this was no time to waste.

While he could still suppress the poison within him, he had to flee this place and then find a way to detoxify it.

The next moment,

he transformed into a shadow and rushed out of the chamber.

But the evil spirit reappeared, claws and fangs bared, its expression ferocious, charging at him.

“Damn it!”

Xiahou Kun’s face was utterly grim.

He didn’t dare use too much of his magical power now. He

had a vague feeling that the more he used, the deeper the poison would penetrate!

“Li Fan, do you insist on fighting me to the point of mutual destruction?”

Xiahou Kun roared.

Li Changan replied calmly.

“Fellow Daoist Xia, you think too highly of yourself.”

“Okay, okay! Since you insist on forcing me…”

Xiahou Kun was furious, his eyes bloodshot, his aura suddenly surging.

He had cast a spell that burned his lifespan!

Not only that,

he had also swallowed several pills with severe side effects, but they could also provide a temporary burst of energy.

Recklessly squeezing out his lifespan and potential, he gave up trying to escape the chamber and instead turned to attack Li Changan.

As long as he could kill Li Changan, he still had a chance of survival!

However,

it was all in vain.

Before he could even get close, another second-tier main soul appeared before him.

“Two second-tier main souls!”

Xiahou Kun’s face paled, a faint sense of despair rising within him.

He glanced at Li Changan, only to find him still composed and ready, as if he had more tricks

up his sleeve. But he had reached the

end of his rope. “Who is this Li Fan?”

Xiahou Kun couldn’t help but regret.

If he had listened to Mu Che’s advice, the four of them sharing this opportunity, perhaps things wouldn’t have gotten this far!

But now, it was too late.

“Fellow Daoist Li, how about letting me go? I’m willing to sign a slave contract, and I

‘ll follow your lead.” Xiahou Kun had no other options but to plead for peace once more.

This time,

there was no threat in his words, and his attitude was incredibly humble, practically kneeling.

Mu Che also looked at Li Changan, feeling uneasy.

If Xiahou Kun became Li Changan’s slave, he would be a slave of a slave, his status even more humble, but at least he’d be alive.

But Li Chang’an’s expression remained impassive, with no intention of stopping.

At the recent Foundation Establishment Ceremony, Xiahou Hong had descended from the sky, disregarding his dignity and publicly bullying a junior like him.

Li Chang’an couldn’t defeat Xiahou Hong now, but he could still defeat his offspring.

With a thought, the attacks of the two main spirits intensified.

After more than ten breaths,

Xiahou Kun finally couldn’t suppress the poison within him, and with a puff, he spat out deep purple blood.

Furthermore,

his eyes, nose, and ears all flowed with the poisonous purple blood, making him look even more terrifying.

“Li Fan!”

Xiahou Kun roared, struggling with his last breath.

“I am the son of Xiahou Hong, the Jindan Master of Huanghe Immortal City. If you dare to kill me, my father will hunt you to the ends of the earth, and I will not stop until you are dead!”

At this moment, his own strength was futile.

Finally, he revealed his origin,

attempting to intimidate Li Chang’an with the prestige of Huanghe Mountain and the fake elixir.

But Li Chang’an remained unmoved.

“So much nonsense!”

He waved his hand, and a thick black mist surged, completely engulfing Xiahou Kun’s body.

The next moment,

a scream was heard.

Xiahou Kun, his face filled with despair, slowly fell to his knees.

A bloody hole drenched his chest; the place where his heart should have been beating was gone.

A ferocious-looking demon stood before him, clutching a purple-red heart in its hideous claws.

“Chi!”

His claws suddenly closed and crushed the heart!

…

At the same time.

On the top of Huanghe Mountain, outside the main hall.

Xiahou Hong sat under a yellow locust tree, with the fragrance of tea wafting in front of him.

Opposite him, sat Sima Rui.

Sima Rui was still a little worried about what happened at the previous banquet.

“Second brother, are you just going to let Li Changan go like this?”

“What are you afraid of?”

Xiahou Hong smiled indifferently.

“You are in the middle stage of foundation building, and Li Changan is only in the early stage of foundation building. Even if you fight head-on, he is not your opponent, not to mention that he is a turtle who can only hide in the formation?”

“This…”

Sima Rui’s tone stagnated.

Li Changan seemed to have never taken the initiative to attack, and he always hid behind the formation and other people.

With such a personality, what is the difference between him and a turtle?

There is no need to worry at all.

“Besides, his talent is too poor. He only has low-grade spiritual roots. So what if he achieved Foundation Establishment? He’d be lucky to reach the middle stage of Foundation Establishment in this lifetime. In terms of potential and cultivation speed, he’s far inferior to you!”

Xiahou Hong was calm and composed, casually sipping his tea.

A Fake Alchemy master like him had no reason to take Li Changan seriously. His previous actions to force him were precisely because he accepted Sima Rui’s request.

If Li Changan had truly signed the spiritual contract,

Sima Rui would have been relieved.

However, due to the intervention of Qingyun Sect’s Chen Huilan, this plan failed.

Xiahou Hong held the tea in his hand, his voice leisurely.

“Sixth Junior Brother, remember, you are a cultivator of the Jindan sect. Why would you bother with such a small figure…” He

was about to finish his words

when he felt a sudden pang in his heart,

as if he had lost something important.

Xiahou Hong’s face suddenly changed, and he immediately pulled two dark red jade tokens from his storage bag.

At that moment, one of the jade tokens was shattered!

“Kun’er!”

Xiahou Hong’s voice was hoarse, his heart aching.

This jade token is a rare soul-destined jade token. Once shattered, it signifies the death of its owner!

“Who! Who murdered my son?”

Xiahou Hong roared heartbreakingly in agony and rage. The terrifying aura of a Jindan-level cultivator shook the entire Yellow Crane Mountain.

Even the vast Yellow Crane Immortal City sensed this astonishing surge of rage and sorrow.

Everyone was stunned.

Who had angered the Jindan-level cultivators of the Yellow Crane Mountain lineage?

A moment later,

a streak of light flew out of Yellow Crane Mountain.

Clutching the shattered jade token tightly, Xiahou Hong, eyes bloodshot, flew towards the retreat of a third-rank fortune-teller.

That fortune-teller had previously worked for Yellow Crane Immortal to determine Huang Liang’s murderer, but an unsuccessful attempt had failed.

He himself had suffered a backlash from the divine power, severely injured, from which he had only recently recovered.

Of course, that failure didn’t mean his fortune-telling skills were inadequate; it might have been because his opponent possessed some kind of extraordinary treasure.

Xiahou Hong had gone there precisely to ask him to intervene once more and identify Xiahou Kun’s murderer.

“I want to see who dares to take my son’s life!”

…

At this moment.

In the Ancient Wood Secret Realm, the Evergreen Cavern.

Li Chang’an casually summoned Xiahou Kun’s soul and placed it into the Supreme Soul Banner.

“The power of the soul fragments within the banner is insufficient,”

he observed, holding the banner.

The evil spirit can maintain its mid-stage Foundation Establishment strength without the need for soul fragments.

However, the souls of the Wu family ancestor, Miao Qianshui, and Xiahou Kun all require a significant amount of soul fragments to maintain their early-stage combat power.

The current Supreme Soul Banner can only support two at most.

“Once I have my own second-level dojo and have truly settled down, I’ll find a way to obtain some souls.”

Li Chang’an pondered for a moment, then put away the Supreme Soul Banner.

Next, he expertly removed Xiahou Kun’s storage bag and treasures, then cast several talismans, burning his remains to ash.

Afterwards,

he came to Mu Che’s corpse and took his treasures.

“Fellow Daoist Mu, rest in peace.”

Because of the slave spirit contract, Xiahou Kun died, and Mu Che also perished.

Li Changan similarly cast several talismans and cremated his body.

At this point,   only Li Changan and Ye Hao remained

of the four-member group .   ”Fellow Daoist Ye, please keep today’s events to yourself.”   ”Fellow Daoist Li, rest assured. Everyone in the Huang Heshan lineage deserves death. I will never tell anyone about what happened today!”   Ye Hao stared at the ashes of Xiahou Kun’s burnt body, hatred etched on his face.   Li Changan was a little surprised.   ”Fellow Daoist Ye, do you have a grudge against the Huang Heshan lineage?”   ”Indeed!”   Ye Hao didn’t elaborate, but his deep hatred was undeniable.

Afterward, perhaps fearing Li Changan wouldn’t believe him, he swore an oath on his Dao heart, promising to keep his mouth shut.

Furthermore,

he also stated that

if Li Changan hadn’t intervened today, his life would have been in jeopardy.

Therefore, he wouldn’t take a single cent of the opportunities within this cave; they would all belong to Li Changan!

“That’s fine,”

Li Changan said without hesitation.

Whether it was the perfect technique or the method for improving spiritual roots, it was all too astonishing.

The fewer people who knew about it, the better!

He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

The closer he got to the cyan wooden slip, the faster his mana flowed, as if urging him on.

“I hope you won’t disappoint me.”

Li Changan reached out and slowly grasped the slip.

The next moment,

his whole body trembled, and the illusion of the towering ancient tree reappeared before his eyes.

A sense of ancient and vicissitudes of time washed over him, sweeping across his body, as if transporting him to a distant time and space.

Then, countless vague, indistinct words echoed in his ears, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear, sometimes distant, sometimes near, as if thousands of people were speaking to him simultaneously.

He lost control of himself.

It was as if he had become a tiny tree seed, buried beneath the blood-soaked earth, finally taking root and sprouting after countless years, struggling to grow.

During this time,

he had been bombarded by thunder and attacked by countless immortals.

But he remained unshaken, growing more resilient and powerful, as if his torso was connecting the earth and the sky.

Until one day,

the sky suddenly shattered.

A vast, boundless hand descended from the sky, slapping him.

“Boom!”

Li Chang’an shuddered, waking from the illusion.

His face was filled with shock, and he stared at the wooden slip in his hand with doubt and a hint of fear in his eyes.

The scenes in the illusion seemed to have happened in reality.

However,

in the current world of immortal cultivation, there was no record of such things.

Both the towering ancient tree and the massive hand that descended from the sky seemed erased by time.

“That massive hand…”

Li Chang’an recalled the hand that tore through the heavens, and a sudden realization struck him.

He immediately sat cross-legged, drew out the Exalted Soul Banner, and commanded his second-level main soul to protect him. Then, closing his eyes, he repeatedly recalled the massive hand in his mind.

Unconsciously, he once again lapsed into a state of oblivion, as if oblivious to everything, even the passage of time, with only the thought of participating in that massive hand in his mind.

Seeing this,

Ye Hao’s eyes widened.

“Enlightenment?”

He was shocked, and even a little envious.

This state of enlightenment is rare, and many practitioners never reach it in their lifetime.

About an hour later,

Li Chang’an finally emerged from his state of enlightenment.

He opened his eyes, a hint of vicissitudes of life flashing in them.

“Have I realized a spell?”

He pondered, raising his right hand and slowly pressing it down.

At that moment.

The mana in his body was instantly drained away, transforming into a majestic hand.

This was the spell that Li Changan had realized when he comprehended the giant hand that shattered the sky in the illusion.

He had a premonition.

With this palm strike, few people in the early stage of foundation building would be able to withstand it!

However,

his own mana was also drained away.

If he could not defeat his opponent, he would be in an awkward situation.

“This spell is not perfect yet, and I haven’t fully mastered it.”

Li Changan shook his head slowly, intending to continue to improve it in the future.

In any case,

the power of this spell is definitely beyond the top-grade spell.

Li Changan could not judge its specific grade for the time being, because the best spell he practiced was top-grade.

“Let’s temporarily name it ‘Heaven-Tearing Hand’, it sounds quite domineering.”

(End of this chapter)