Original World
The situation was no longer one where martial arts and demonic cultivation were separated into two separate territories, with the two major academies vying for supremacy in the martial arts realm.
First, within Dingtian Academy, the Wanqi Clan and the Qu Clan had both perished in the early stages. After the disappearance of these two great families, Dingtian Academy's status was slightly inferior to that of Yimeng Academy.
Afterwards, they experienced a great battle involving both magic and martial arts cultivation.
Wan Zhi made an indispensable contribution in this great battle, but also contributed to the loss of countless elite martial arts practitioners.
Today, the martial arts realm contains both martial arts practitioners and demonic practitioners. Although the two major academies remain the most influential forces among martial arts practitioners, this does not prevent demonic practitioners from becoming more numerous and powerful in this land.
After seeing off his last disciple of the day, as he had done for decades, Karl returned to his dilapidated house and was immediately enveloped by a dense demonic aura. The usually docile Karl became restless and agitated, letting out a warning roar towards a corner of the house.
Carl's expression changed, and he looked in that direction. "Who's there?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of black-clad monks surrounded Karl from four directions.
A female demon cultivator dressed in black, her face veiled in black, and with a curvaceous figure, slowly walked out from the crowd. "The Martial Saint of Yimeng Academy is known to all and is unparalleled in the world. You are also a Martial Saint, yet you work as a porter at Dingtian Academy. This dilapidated hut is so runaway that it would disintegrate with a breath of air. How can you be worthy of the position of a Martial Saint?"
When facing demonic cultivators, no matter where he is, Uncle Karl's attitude is as cold as autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Without saying a word, they just got to work!
This group of demonic cultivators was no match for a Martial Saint. With a single move, no matter how many people were on the other side, they were utterly crushed.
Just as he was about to deliver the fatal blow, a dense and powerful magical force completely suppressed Karl.
Shang Yanting slowly descended, using only magic to trap Karl.
He was certainly able to trap Karl, because the one who could take on two opponents was the one he had devoured. He inherited all of Karl's magic power over the past ten thousand years, directly transforming from a martial arts cultivator into a demonic cultivator.
The former Wan Zhi is now Shang Yanting.
The man was gone, but his abilities remained. He grabbed Karl with his backhand and used his magical artifact to trap him. Dokar, who was standing nearby, leaped into the air, his massive body charging forward, but Shang Yanting slapped him away with a single palm strike, breaking off his wings.
The monster lay on the ground in agony, while Uncle Karl stared at Shang Yanting with eyes full of fury.
A black brocade boot stepped on him, and Shang Yanting coldly pulled an embroidered scroll from his robes. Unfolding it revealed an extremely detailed portrait; the woman in the painting was laughing carefree—it was the very same swindler he hated to the core.
Do you know this person?
But how could Karl here know Jia Xitong from another timeline? "I don't know what you're talking about."
Shang Yanting glanced at him, then slowly walked away.
The woman who remained gave Karl a charming smile, "Martial Saint, by order of the Demon Lord, we invite you to be a guest in our Demon Palace."
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Real world
Little Raccoon is still unaware that the original author Xiao Shang, whom he once helped, has now become so powerful that he can dominate the heavens and the earth, and even defeat a martial saint with a single move.
She's worried every day that she doesn't have enough Primordial Taiyi Pills for her host.
I can't buy them, and I can't make them myself.
When a bear is cornered, it will turn its attention to chickens.
"Iron Egg Flower!"
"Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp!"
As soon as Jia Xitong added a word, Tie Danhua, who had been strolling freely, took off running as if she had seen some kind of monstrous flood.
"Nineteenth Senior Brother, why is it running so fast?"
"Uh...it went to poop."
It's unfair to say that because Danhua was afraid of her, it made Xitong's already upset mood even worse.
"Doesn't it have a back pocket?"
The raccoon didn't believe this excuse. "Call it back. I need to talk to it about something."
"Is there something... that you can't discuss with me?"
The nineteenth senior brother asked timidly.
Iron Egg Flower is indeed a phoenix chicken, but it's him who can talk.
"What's there to discuss with you? You can't breathe fire."
To refine the Primordial Taiyi Pill, one needs the Six Rabbit True Fire. In the entire mountain, besides Shang Yanting, only Tie Danhua can control it.
The ginseng fruit on the mountaintop is ripe, and we have enough of the true soil, spiritual marrow, and Langmu fruit. We must find out the method to make the Primordial Taiyi Pill no matter what.
The raccoon was determined to get it, and even detained the nineteenth senior brother.
As the saying goes, you can run away from the monk but not the temple; you can run away from the Iron Egg Flower, but can you run away from the Nineteenth Senior Brother?
Sure enough, before nightfall, Tie Danhua, who had just run away, sneaked back. It chirped not far from the raccoon, hoping that its nineteenth senior brother would come out and change its bottom bag.
Then it was caught.
Jia Xitong put the half-grown chick back into her nineteenth senior brother's arms and began trying to get on good terms with Tie Danhua, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. "Danhua, why are you afraid of me? I'm your Aunt Tong. When you were still an egg, I was the one who carried you back from the river. During that time, your Uncle Shang was there every day, shining brightly, to hatch you."
At this point, she began to reminisce about the past, "The name 'Iron Egg Flower' was given to you by Aunt Tong. If your Uncle Shang hadn't hatched you every day, and if Aunt Tong hadn't cracked your eggshell with an iron pot, you would never have been born, and you wouldn't have grown into such a healthy chicken."
Listening to Xitong's words, the nineteenth senior brother felt that this thing was not quite right.
"Xitong, you should just tell it what you need to say."
He couldn't stand Xitong's awkward evasive manner, so he picked up Tiedanhua and said, "Whatever you need to do, Tiedanhua and I will cooperate with you."
"I want Iron Egg Flower to help me refine the Primordial Taiyi Pill."
"Yuanchu Taiyi Dan?"
Isn't that something that Junior Brother Yan would be able to refine?
"You had Iron Egg Flower refined?"
The nineteenth senior brother's eyes widened immediately. "All it does is poop?"
"So you and I are still here."
The raccoon put his hands behind his back, looked into the distance, and said with a solemn expression, "Now that the host is unconscious and has not woken up, even the divine doctor is helpless. There is nothing we can do except make more Yuan Chu Tai Yi Pills."
Open the altar.
Arrange the stove,
Fire
Alchemy!
All of this gave Tie Danhua and his nineteenth senior brother no time at all, completely forcing them into the situation.
Jia Xitong was also forcing herself to do it. In order to refine the Yuan Chu Tai Yi Dan for Shang Yanting, she scratched her head and ears while holding the refining manual with only a few lines of text.
This is not something academically weak students should do!
Meanwhile, a raging fire was burning on Xianlong Peak in preparation for refining the Primordial Taiyi Pill, and some other peaks were stirring restlessly due to Shang Yanting's coma.
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