"I didn't expect that even the true disciples of the Blood River Sect would know my name."
Shen Bei was somewhat surprised to be recognized as soon as he appeared, but he quickly calmed down, after all, he had killed quite a lot of demonic cultivators during this period.
"Don't flatter yourself. A nobody like you doesn't deserve my attention. However, among the cultivators you killed some time ago, one happened to be my younger brother, so I've heard of you before!"
Seeing Shen Bei's expression, the burly, resolute-faced disciple of the Demonic Path spoke expressionlessly.
"I killed your brother, well, I'm really sorry. So, you're here to avenge your brother?"
"He's just a piece of trash. What right does he have to ask me to avenge him? He's dead, so be it!"
Very good, very demonic. Shen Bei had nothing to say. In the order established by the demonic path, the morality and common sense of the Nine Provinces were basically distorted. He had gotten used to it recently, so there was nothing unexpected about it now.
"I see. It seems I was just lucky today."
"Nonsense. I'm curious, who gave you the audacity to stand in front of me?"
Shi Shan Hai cautiously looked around, completely disregarding the rising star of the demonic path who had recently gained fame.
He just felt that perhaps one of the true disciples of the Corpse King Palace was using some underhanded methods to set a trap to hunt him down. That's how the relationships between the disciples of the demonic path are; even disciples from the same sect would plot against each other, let alone disciples from other sects.
"No need to look, there's no ambush. I just heard that a true disciple of the Blood River Sect has appeared, so I came here hoping to borrow your head!"
"So noisy!"
Shi Shanhai snorted coldly, raised his palm, and slapped it down at Chen Bei. A blood-red ghost claw about the size of an acre condensed and, as if swatting a fly, pressed down on Chen Bei from mid-air.
"Tsk!"
Seeing this, Feng Bingwen didn't move. As expected, he was being looked down upon. After all, he was only an inner disciple of the Corpse King Palace. Although he had killed many core disciples of other sects, he hadn't gone back to elevate his status yet.
There's no need for that. He can obtain the resources needed for demonic cultivation through killing, and the techniques he cultivates are even better.
In demonic sects, the most fundamental cultivation methods are almost semi-public. The first half can be obtained without much effort. What truly restricts disciples are spells and supernatural powers, as well as the resources required for cultivation.
boom!
A crimson aura rolled outwards, and beneath Shen Bei's feet, a sinkhole several meters deep was formed. At the very bottom of the sinkhole stood a crimson giant whose body was nearly three meters long.
It was one of the eight blood corpses cultivated by Shen Bei, so no matter what, they couldn't afford to ruin their sect's reputation.
"You've refined these corpse slaves quite well; I'll gladly accept them."
Seeing that his attack was easily blocked, Shi Shanhai was not surprised. He had never taken the kid on the other side seriously from beginning to end. That was just a casual slap.
Shen Bei did not respond. Several bloody figures swept past him and rushed straight towards the extraordinary Blood River Sect disciple, intending to tear his body to shreds and absorb his blood essence to turn into resources for growth.
A brief but intense battle broke out, while Feng Bingwen stood aside with his arms crossed, watching with great interest as he slapped the Blood River Sect disciple one by one, turning his eight blood corpses into eight piles of minced meat, just like beating up children.
"Since you're so reckless, I'll let you say your last words."
After easily dispatching eight blood corpses capable of slaughtering an entire city, Shi Shan Hai's indifferent gaze fell upon Feng Bing Wen. Although he felt that the kid opposite him was mentally ill, there were plenty of mentally challenged cultivators in the Demonic Path, so one more wouldn't make a difference.
"What a pity, I was hoping to witness your Blood River phenomenon, but I didn't expect you couldn't even force out this most basic fighting technique!"
Shen Bei shook his head with a regretful expression. The pulse patterns cultivated by the disciples of the Blood River Sect are basically the same as a blood river, with only minor differences in size and whether there are any special things in the blood river, which determines the grade of the phenomenon.
"You're too weak!"
Shi Shan Hai shook his head dismissively, no longer interested in talking to this little thing; it was too much of a waste of time.
Whoosh!
The sound of something extremely sharp cutting through the air rang out. Shi Shanhai, who had been calm and composed with the air of a grandmaster, suddenly changed his expression. His body instantly turned into a bloody shadow and disappeared from the spot. Then, still in shock, he looked back at the place where he had been standing, and his brows furrowed tightly.
It's also due to preconceived notions that the disciples of the Corpse King Palace rely on the few corpse puppets they control. If those puppets are destroyed, the cultivators themselves are basically no threat.
This is generally true, but it doesn't apply to all cultivators. There are always some extraordinary individuals who can do things that ordinary people cannot.
"I admit, I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to have already reached the Transcendent Realm!"
Shi Shanhai coldly stared at the spot where he had been standing, at the demon that was barely maintaining its human form. The one that had attacked him and tried to pierce his body was the tail behind this demon.
"I have to thank all my fellow cultivators for their help; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to break through to my current level so quickly!"
With a completely different appearance, Shen Bei grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white, jagged fangs.
Venturing deep into the heart of the demonic path is naturally different from the way things are done in the Nine Provinces. Feng Bingwen's true self needs to accumulate merit as a guarantee, while as an avatar, he can only work hard and find ways to kill indiscriminately in the heart of the demonic path.
In pursuit of efficiency in killing, one cannot be hesitant or coy. Any demonic method, as long as it works, should be picked up and practiced without any reservations. To put it nicely, it is about blending in with the world.
Having let go of many concerns, he recklessly began practicing demonic arts. As he practiced, Feng Bingwen's avatar began to lose its human form.
Just like now, on the nearly ten-foot-tall demon body, two crescent-shaped horns like broadswords pierced through the forehead, the scarlet hair as red as flames hung down to the waist, the fine dragon scales covered the whole body, and the joints around the body were covered with sharp bone spikes. As for the thick and long tail behind him, there is no need to say more.
This is the Transcendent Realm. One can choose to condense supernatural talismans or completely shed the human body and transform into an immortal or demonic form. Human cultivators in the Nine Continents will have some reservations when they reach this realm.
At most, they might add a pair of wings or a third eye to their forehead. The more extreme ones might have three heads and six arms, but they would still generally maintain a human appearance, pursuing a majestic and dignified appearance.
While there are cultivators who completely renounce their human form, they are extremely rare. The vast majority choose to condense supernatural talismans and then refine their bodies to transform into immortal forms.
In the realm of demonic cultivation, however, the situation is completely reversed. Among cultivators who can reach the Transcendent Realm, those who choose to condense supernatural talismans while retaining their human bodies are extremely rare.
The vast majority of demonic cultivators choose not to be human, since the effects are immediate and can improve their combat abilities in the shortest amount of time.
Feng Bingwen's avatar naturally chose to follow the crowd, mainly because he also wanted to experience what it was like to be inhuman, something his original self wouldn't have the chance to do.
As one of the representatives of the Supreme Dao, it would be a huge embarrassment for the Supreme Dao to abandon its human body and its status among humans.
"You're great!"
Shi Shanhai, who had previously been too lazy to even glance at Shen Bei, suddenly became interested. As far as he knew, this rising star of the demonic path was very young. He had heard that he had only been a disciple for a short time, yet he had already reached the Transcendent Realm in such a short period of time.
Even for a demonic cultivator, such a cultivation speed is astonishing. He couldn't help but have the thought of taking the other party as a lackey, but he quickly suppressed the thought. In comparison, it would be better to refine the other party.
Splash!
Accompanied by the sound of the surging river, a strong stench of blood began to spread. Many demonic cultivators who had already sensed something was wrong in this area avoided it, especially when the strange phenomenon of the blood river appeared in the sky.
After all, that is one of the symbols of a major demonic sect. However, there are quite a few cultivators with ulterior motives who secretly lay in ambush around it with the idea of taking advantage of the situation.
boom!
Chen Bei, too lazy to say another word to the guy who was still maintaining his high-handed attitude, simply let his eyes flash with a brilliant crimson light, followed by two blood-red rainbows that pierced the sky and shot straight into the blood river. With a deafening roar, they blasted the newly manifested, temporary blood core into towering waves. Within the waves, numerous severed limbs and hands could be vaguely seen, along with many floating corpses.
"Hahaha, it's useless. With your meager cultivation, you think you can break through my Blood River? Wishful thinking!"
Protected by the crimson river, Shi Shan Hai remained unharmed. A smug smile played on his lips, a far cry from his previous composure. He had no interest in easily defeating weaker opponents, but he was certainly interested in slaughtering demonic prodigies.
This not only gives him a sense of satisfaction, but also allows him to receive a substantial reward from his own sect by hunting down demonic prodigies from other sects. It's like picking up money; how could he not be happy?
"Oh!"
Shen Bei didn't care that his first attempt only stirred up a few waves. He stared at the surging river of blood, his eyes revealing a burning brilliance.
He stopped attacking and stood still, but behind him was a hazy fog, and then a desolate, gray earth appeared behind him!
Through the thin mist, one could vaguely see many broken tombstones and scattered corpses on this desolate land, while the faint outlines of the mountains at the edge of the land resembled giant burial mounds.
Strange phenomenon, an infernal hell!
Rank 3!
Well, Feng Bingwen named the phenomenon himself, and he also determined its grade.
It must be said that, given the strange phenomena he is currently exhibiting, it does not live up to its name. It is called purgatory, but it is more like a massive mass grave.
But that's alright, this imposing name can be seen as the future development and goals of this incarnation's extraordinary phenomena.
The extraordinary phenomena cultivated by Daoist practitioners in the Nine Provinces can all be achieved through persistent self-cultivation or by extraordinary opportunities, thus enabling them to advance in rank. Although few people can achieve this, there are indeed cases.
However, such cases are not uncommon within the demonic sects; in fact, they are very common.
Plunder is a common occurrence among demonic forces; land, people, cultivation techniques, and even talents can all be plundered.
In the demonic path, if someone is found to have extremely high cultivation talent when they are weak, their fate is often extremely tragic if they have no background or are not noticed by a powerful figure.
Therefore, many exceptionally talented geniuses are often nipped in the bud before they can even show their potential. Feng Bingwen is powerless to change this situation, or rather, he does not intend to change it for the time being.
His avatar's physique is indeed quite good, and his talent is also excellent, but no matter what, it can't compare to the original body, and the same goes for the cultivation techniques he practices.
Under these circumstances, the pulse he condensed when he opened his meridians was not even close to the top three grades, let alone the immortal grade; it was merely a fifth grade, which was simply ridiculous.
Feng Bingwen didn't take this situation too seriously, because he knew that talent and aptitude could be stolen from one another, so he just messed around casually when opening his meridians.
If you can just steal it, why bother training hard yourself and just sit back and enjoy the fruits of other demonic cultivators' cultivation? Wouldn't that be better? After all, it's also a way to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path, accumulating good merit.
And so it is now. Under the frenzied killing, Feng Bingwen naturally and forcibly raised the grade of his avatar's pulse to the third grade, thus possessing the current aura.
If he wants to continue improving, he can only hunt down demonic cultivators whose pulse level is higher than his. As for those with lower pulse levels, they can only be used to feed blood corpses, which is of no use.
Roar! Roar! Howl!
One after another, seemingly endless roars echoed from the strange phenomena behind Shen Bei. The dilapidated graves behind him broke open one after another, and withered hands reached out from them. One walking corpse after another appeared, forming an army of yin creatures in the blink of an eye. Under the cover of the deathly mist, they rushed towards the Blood River.
"A clever trick to kill insects!"
When Shi Shanhai saw that the boy opposite him, whose cultivation level was even lower than his own, was actually unleashing a strange phenomenon to fight against him, he became even more disdainful. The surging, endless river of blood stirred up a huge wave and rushed directly towards the Dead Netherworld.
Splash!
The scarlet river water fell into the dry, lifeless soil and instantly seeped into it, as if it were a long-awaited rain after a drought, absorbing it completely.
Something's wrong!
Shi Shanhai's face instantly darkened, and then he withdrew the strange phenomenon, turned around and left!
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