Daily Divination From Market Rogue Cultivator To Immortal Venerable - Chapter 490

Chapter 490 The Kind-hearted Li Chang’an, the Power of Bloodline (Seeking Subscriptions)

These skeletons showed no signs of decay and were remarkably fresh.

They were clearly disciples of sects like the Seven Emotions Sect and the Thousand Demon Sect.

“So many fellow Daoists have perished here.”

The guest elder’s face paled, and he hurriedly retreated to the side of the group.

If Yao Lanqin hadn’t intervened, his fate wouldn’t have been much better.

Yao Lanqin’s expression was cold and stern as she completely pulverized the demonic vine, not even sparing the smallest roots.

She instructed, “This vine is not the Azure Cloud Vine, but the Netherscale Vine, skilled in disguise. Be careful, don’t be careless.”

“Yes!”

everyone responded in unison.

During the following half-day of exploration, they encountered more than ten demonic plants skilled in disguise.

Fortunately, they were all third-tier demonic plants, and the guest elders could handle them without Yao Lanqin even needing to intervene.

“This ruin is indeed fraught with danger. We’ve already collected the corpses of over a hundred disciples from affiliated sects along the way.”

“Luckily, we haven’t encountered any fourth-tier demonic plants…”

Everyone’s expressions were somewhat solemn.

Just then,

a black tower ahead suddenly exploded, and a fourth-tier aura soared into the sky.

“Not good!”

Yao Shichen, Ye Qianqing, and the others quickly took out their fourth-tier trump cards, protecting everyone behind them.

What appeared inside the black tower was a demonic vine that had reached the early stage of the fourth tier.

Its entire body was scarlet, as if it were formed from condensed blood. It swung hundreds of vines, releasing a greedy aura, like a hunter who had spotted its prey.

“Everyone, retreat!”

Yao Lanqin’s expression was solemn as she used a burst of magic power to protect Li Chang’an and the many guest elders.

A flash of spiritual light appeared in front of her, and an ancient seven-stringed zither appeared, seemingly intending to use the music to fight the enemy.

Just then,

a blood-red spiritual light suddenly flashed.

“Boom!”

The demonic vine instantly exploded, turning into dust in the world.

Yao Lanqin put away her guqin, her beautiful eyes gazing into the distance.

“Senior Brother Ren, thank you.”

“Junior Sister, it’s good you’re alright. These demons are quite troublesome; don’t let your guard down.”

Ren Huan’s figure appeared on the horizon, a smile on his face, offering a few words of advice.

Everyone immediately understood.

He was the one who had instantly killed the demonic vine earlier.

“As expected of a Nascent Soul cultivator, he can kill a fourth-tier early-stage demon with a casual strike.”

“It’s said that Senior Ren possesses a rare spiritual body, which has awakened multiple times, and he has the potential to become a Nascent Soul cultivator in the future. Perhaps he will become the next Nascent Soul Heavenly Lord of the Myriad Array Sect.”

Many guest elders spoke of Ren Huan with both admiration and envy.

Li Chang’an remained silent, simply listening quietly.

After a while,

they set off again, venturing deeper into the ruins, constantly approaching the very center.

In the following days, they encountered demonic plants more and more frequently, fighting almost daily.

One day,

everyone suddenly heard cries for help.

“Are there any fellow cultivators nearby?”

“I am a disciple of the Seven Emotions Sect. I have unfortunately been trapped here with several fellow disciples. I beg you for help.”

“If you are rescued, I will surely repay you handsomely…”

Soon, they saw the people who had asked for help.

They were several cultivators wearing Seven Emotions Sect robes, all of them severely injured and collapsed on the ground, relying only on a simple formation to hold off the demonic plants.

Outside the formation, more than ten demonic plants were eyeing them menacingly.

Yao Shichen made a judgment: “They are only more than ten early-stage third-tier demonic plants, not much of a threat. I’m afraid this place is a trap.”

“That’s right, don’t trust them too easily.”

Everyone was experienced and not a newcomer to the world of cultivation. They knew a rule well.

When you’re out in the world, you can’t be a good guy!

This is the basic understanding of most cultivators.

Saving people often doesn’t bring rewards, but rather trouble.

At this moment,

Yao Lanqin made her move, unleashing more than ten Nascent Soul-level magic powers.

“Boom…”

The more than ten third-tier demonic plants exploded at the same time.

The Seven Emotions Sect disciples within the formation expressed their gratitude, thanking her profusely.

“Thank you so much for saving us, Senior!”

they exclaimed. “We are deeply grateful; please accept our storage bags.”

They offered their bags, seemingly hoping to repay her with the treasures within.

However, Yao Lanqin refused, instead unleashing another burst of Nascent Soul power.

Boom!

The formation suddenly collapsed.

The Seven Emotions Sect disciples within the formation paled.

“Senior, what do you mean by this?”

“We have no ill intentions; we are simply trapped here and severely injured.”

“Even if we weren’t injured, we wouldn’t be a match for you, and we would never harm you…”

Before they could finish speaking, another burst of Nascent Soul power struck.

The strongest among them was only a Golden Core cultivator, utterly incapable of blocking this attack.

“Human cultivators, why didn’t you fall for our trap!”

they suddenly cursed, their expressions filled with exasperation.

Immediately afterward, countless branches sprouted from the cultivators’ skin, forming a circular shield that blocked the Nascent Soul power.

In the blink of an eye,

these cultivators were covered in grayish-brown branches, transforming into several humanoid tree demons.

Their auras were connected, clearly indicating they were a single entity, possessing strength at the early fourth rank.

“It really was a trap!”

“Luckily I didn’t go to rescue them, otherwise I’d probably be dead already.”

Seeing this, everyone’s expressions changed slightly.

They all retreated, clearing a battlefield for Yao Lanqin.

Although this tree demon’s disguise was strong, its strength was lacking; in less than a quarter of an hour, it perished amidst Yao Lanqin’s music.

“Boom!”

Its body exploded, and countless treasures rained down from the sky, like a shower of precious gems.

Spiritual herbs, elixirs, gold and stones—everything imaginable was there.

It must have been accumulated over many years.

Although the crowd was tempted, none of them made a move, letting the treasures fall to the ground.

Yao Lanqin descended from the sky, landing among the treasures and casually glancing at them.

A short while later,

she picked up a black crystal.

“This item is rather strange. With my limited knowledge, I can’t recognize it at first glance. Its value should be considerable. You can divide the rest of the treasures among yourselves.”

“Thank you, Senior!”

Having received permission, the crowd then began to collect the treasures they desired.

Li Chang’an also casually picked up a few.

Most of these treasures were of low quality, the highest being only near-fourth rank, useful to ordinary Golden Core cultivators, but not very useful to him.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the black crystal in Yao Lanqin’s hand.

This item was indeed strange; even with his extensive knowledge, he couldn’t recognize it.

He only vaguely sensed its nature.

This crystal possessed a peculiar emotional power, capable of influencing one’s state of mind and evoking negative emotions.

“This thing gives me an ominous feeling; it’s probably not a good thing, but Yao Lanqin doesn’t seem to notice,”

Li Chang’an pondered to himself. His ability to sense it might be due to his mastery of the Seven Emotions Mystic Art, or perhaps his recent immersion in the Mind-Questioning Technique.

He spoke up, reminding her, “Senior Yao, this thing is somewhat eerie. It would be best to have Senior Luo examine it.”

“Yes, don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,”

Yao Lanqin nodded slightly and put away the black crystal.

After resting for a moment, they continued onward, approaching the center of the ruins.

Along the way,

Li Chang’an discovered several more Thousand Evil Vines and more than ten Thousand Evil Fruits, all withered.

Before he knew it, it was midnight.

A golden light appeared before his eyes.

[The divination has been updated]

[Today’s divination: Auspicious]

[You explored the ruins of the Wugu tribe and rescued a descendant of the Wugu tribe. The descendant, relying on his bloodline, opened the Wugu tribe’s temple and gifted you the treasure within, the “Thousand Evils Fruit.”]

“A descendant of the Wugu tribe?”

Li Chang’an was somewhat surprised.

Ancient records stated that this race had perished long before the Great Jin Immortal Dynasty; he hadn’t expected descendants to still exist.

According to the divination, the key to this matter lay in bloodline.

Li Chang’an quietly took out the Bloodline Book and secretly examined everyone present. The results all indicated “humanity,” with no Wugu tribe descendants.

He didn’t put away the Bloodline Book, carefully observing his surroundings, looking for anyone calling for help.

Several hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Dawn had broken.

Li Chang’an hadn’t heard any cries for help, but instead discovered another Thousand Evils Vine.

“This vine seems to be in better condition than the others I found before; I wonder if it can be saved.”

He walked over alone to observe it carefully.

Just then,

a weak aura suddenly appeared in his perception.

A thought struck him, and following the aura, he quickly heard cries for help.

“Are there any fellow cultivators nearby? I am ‘Wu Yu,’ a cultivator from the Thousand Demon Sect. I was summoned here by the Myriad Array Sect, but unfortunately, I’ve been surrounded by demons…”

A short while later,

a young cultivator covered in wounds appeared before him.

This man’s cultivation was not high, only at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. He was surrounded by more than ten third-tier demonic plants, struggling to hold them off with a single treasure.

However, that treasure was riddled with cracks and wouldn’t last much longer.

The situation before him was similar to that of the Seven Emotions Sect disciples he had encountered before—it looked like a trap.

Li Chang’an didn’t attack directly, but instead used the Bloodline Book to determine the man’s bloodline.

A moment later, three characters appeared on the Bloodline Book:

Wugu Clan!

“It seems this isn’t a trap. He is indeed a descendant of the Wugu Clan mentioned in the divination.”

Li Chang’an immediately put away the Bloodline Book, took out his magic weapon, and used his early-stage Golden Core power to attack the dozen or so demonic plants.

Rumble!

The intense fluctuations of the battle immediately attracted the attention of the others.

“Not good! Why is Fellow Daoist Li rescuing someone alone?”

“That person is probably controlled by the demonic plant. Fellow Daoist Li, don’t take the risk! Retreat immediately!”

They exclaimed anxiously.

After what had happened before, none of them dared to trust anyone who asked for help.

Yao Shichen sighed, “Fellow Daoist Li’s character is truly admirable. He risked his life to rescue a friend before, and now he’s risking his life to save a stranger.”

“But he’s too inexperienced and doesn’t know the dangers of the world. Even if this person isn’t controlled by the demonic plant, he might be a cultivator in disguise.”

“Yes, Fellow Daoist Li is too kind. I’m afraid he’ll suffer for it in the future.”

Ning Cailian was worried and concerned about Li Chang’an’s future.

She anxiously asked, “Senior Yao, could that trapped person be a trap?”

“Don’t worry, let me see.”

Yao Lanqin remained calm and carefully sensed the surroundings.

Just then,

Ren Huan and Mei Mengxuan arrived with their retainers.

They glanced at Li Chang’an, who was battling more than ten demonic plants, and frowned.

Ren Huan spoke up, “Junior Sister Yao, is that person one of your guest elders?”

Yao Lanqin nodded, “Yes.”

“Junior Sister, you should tell him that he shouldn’t do good deeds outside, otherwise he’ll not only get himself into trouble, but it might also bring trouble upon you.”

“I know, I’ll give him a proper warning after this is over.”

While they were talking,

Li Chang’an had already killed more than ten demonic plants.

The strength he displayed wasn’t particularly strong; he could only fight against those of lower realms, and he had used a magic pill to assist him, deliberately making his aura quite disordered during the battle.

“Hoo…”

He let out a long breath, his expression showing some fatigue.

Then, he stepped over the corpses of many demonic plants and walked towards Wu Yu.

“Fellow Daoist, how are you?”

“My injuries are quite severe, and I’ve exhausted all my healing treasures. Could you lend me a few pills?”

“Here you go.”

Li Chang’an took out several jade bottles, all filled with healing pills.

“Thank you, thank you so much, fellow Daoist!”

Wu Yu was filled with gratitude, his eyes reddening. He accepted several jade bottles and repeatedly thanked Li Chang’an.

He had heard everything the others had said earlier.

He understood perfectly well.

The others were unwilling to save him, only Li Chang’an was willing to risk his life to save this stranger.

“May I ask your name, fellow Daoist?”

“I am Li Chang’an, a guest disciple of Senior Yao Lanqin.”

“Fellow Daoist Li, I have no way to repay your life-saving grace!”

Wu Yu struggled to his feet and bowed deeply to Li Chang’an.

At this moment, Yao Lanqin flicked out a wisp of her magical power to check and confirm that he was not controlled by the demonic plant. Only

after receiving her confirmation did the others dare to step forward.

Ye Qianqing was the first to advise, “Fellow Daoist Li, you should not save people so easily in the future. If you encounter trouble, it will not only harm yourself but also your companions.”

Ning Cailian also said, “Fellow Daoist Li, the world is treacherous, and not everyone is as kind as you.”

They all spoke up, advising Li Chang’an.

Seeing this,

Wu Yu was filled with apology.

“Esteemed envoys, this is all my fault. Fellow Daoist Li was merely kind-hearted.”

“Good that you understand!”

The crowd held a cold shoulder towards this man from a lower sect.

In their eyes, saving him was utterly pointless.

After a short rest,

the group continued deeper into the ruins.

This time, Ren Huan and Mei Mengxuan did not leave. The three groups merged into one, like a sharp sword pointing directly at the center of the ruins.

Over the next few days, they encountered more than ten fourth-tier demonic plants.

The strongest among them reached the mid-fourth tier, comparable to a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator.

Fortunately,

Ren Huan’s strength matched his cultivation, easily slaying all the demonic plants.

One day, at noon,

the group successfully arrived at the center of the ruins.

Before them stood a towering temple.

“We haven’t obtained any particularly good treasures along the way. We wonder if there will be any treasures inside this temple.”

“If not, consider this trip an opportunity to broaden our horizons.”

They were all mentally prepared.

Not every ruin is full of treasures; many ruins are barren, with very few treasures.

Based on what had happened before, everyone generally judged that this Wugu Clan ruin was one of those relatively barren ruins.

A moment later,

Ren Huan was the first to unleash a burst of magic power, attempting to open the sealed temple door.

“Boom!”

A loud bang shook the entire earth, but the temple door remained unopened.

Ren Huan frowned slightly, seemingly surprised, and unleashed several more bursts of magic power.

But the temple door remained motionless.

Yao Lanqin suddenly spoke up: “Senior brother, there seem to be some spiritual runes engraved on this temple door.”

“Spiritual runes?”

Ren Huan withdrew his magic power and examined it closely.

The others’ gazes also focused on the door, trying to find a way to open it.

Soon,

they all noticed something.

There were indeed some faint spiritual runes on the temple door.

These runes were interconnected, forming a restriction that prevented Ren Huan from opening the door.

If the runes weren’t erased, everyone would be blocked outside.

“This temple should be the one mentioned in the divination,”

Li Chang’an mused.

If he wasn’t mistaken, those spiritual patterns were indeed used to determine bloodline.

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator like Ren Huan wouldn’t be able to obtain the treasures within the temple if one wasn’t of the Wugu clan bloodline.

As he pondered, everyone stepped forward, using various methods to break the restrictions, but all ended in failure.

Li Chang’an glanced at Wu Yu and noticed a look of confusion on Wu Yu’s face.

“He should have sensed something.”

After these few days of conversation,

Li Chang’an discovered that Wu Yu, like Chi Qingxuan, was unaware of his identity as a descendant of a different race.

His reason for coming here was purely because of the Wan Zhen Sect’s omen, and had nothing to do with race.

Wu Yu suddenly pressed his brow.

He looked puzzled and transmitted his voice to Li Chang’an.

“Fellow Daoist Li, I feel as if something within that temple is calling to me.”

“Calling?”

Li Chang’an seemed somewhat surprised.

He pretended to ponder, and after a moment of thought.

“Fellow Daoist Wu, have you ever had any special opportunities?”

“No.”

“Then do you have any special bloodline?”

“No.”

Wu Yu shook his head, puzzled.

He said with certainty, “Fellow Daoist Li, my parents and ancestors were all human; there’s no way I could have any special bloodline.”

“Hard to say!”

Li Chang’an immediately took out several ancient books recording races.

“Fellow Daoist Wu, look, humans have intermarried with many races, and many are descendants of other races, just unaware of it themselves. This Wugu Clan Temple might be your opportunity; you should try.”

“I…”

Wu Yu hesitated.

“Even a Nascent Soul cultivator like Senior Ren couldn’t do it, so I probably can’t either.”

“How do you know you can’t do it if you don’t even try?”

Li Chang’an smiled and patted Wu Yu’s shoulder.

After his encouragement,

Wu Yu took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and stepped towards the temple gate.

Seeing this,

the others didn’t pay much attention.

“His cultivation is even lower than mine; if even I can’t open it, he has no chance. This matter will most likely require the intervention of a Nascent Soul Heavenly Lord.”

“Yes…”

Thinking of this ,

everyone felt a little regretful.

They had finally come this far, only to find themselves without obtaining any treasures.

If a Nascent Soul cultivator were to intervene, the treasures would be completely out of their reach.

Suddenly,

the spiritual runes on the temple gate lit up simultaneously, transforming into a crimson light that enveloped Wu Yu’s entire body.

“What… what’s going on?”

Everyone present was astonished.

To their disbelief, the temple gate, which had remained motionless until now, slowly opened.

Instantly,

a rich aura of treasures rushed out.

Inside the temple, hundreds upon hundreds of treasures shone brightly, dazzling and magnificent, each of considerable quality.

Wu Yu was somewhat bewildered, standing blankly at the temple gate, unsure of what to do.

At this moment,

Ren Huan laughed loudly, approached him, and presented him with an identity token.

“Wu Yu, you did well. Would you be willing to become my disciple?”

Hearing this,

Li Chang’an’s heart sank.

He could see that Ren Huan clearly intended to seize the treasures for himself!

(End of Chapter)