Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 434 - 221: Cui Hanyi, Invincible Immortal Hand! The World’s Number One Demon

Chuanshu is filled with extraordinary mountains, towering peaks majestic and perilous across the rivers.

The sapphire sky stretches endlessly, the brilliant starlight reflecting on the glass-like surface of the lake.

All creation is born from the mountains, one star is found in the water.

Beside the lake, a figure sits cross-legged on a green stone, allowing the night wind to howl and leaves to flutter around him as if he were a living dead, his vitality still present, all thoughts extinguished.

At this moment, a faint fragrance silently wafts around the figure; in the distance, in the dense forest, a colorful tiger’s eyes flicker as it watches that figure, exuding extreme devotion, as if guarding him.

"Junior brother, your cultivation has improved again."

At this time, an old voice resonated under the quiet moonlit night, carrying a touch of sigh and relief.

Sigh...

Simultaneously, the figure sitting cross-legged on the green stone slowly opened his eyes, and the moment he opened them, his body seemed to emanate infinite brilliance, lighting up the vast dark night.

His entire body exuded fragrance, Void Generating White!

This is a highly advanced stage of Daoist cultivation, only observable by those with Great Divine Techniques.

"At this stage, progressing even a fraction is as hard as ascending to heaven; no wonder Master once said your talent was like a demon, capable of slaying the world’s elites."

Roar...

Suddenly, a tiger’s roar echoed, shaking the mountain and forest.

Under the moonlight, an elderly figure in a Daoist Robe approached slowly, holding a duster; his figure was slim, his cheekbones prominent, his visage extraordinary and clear; though aged, his eyes were bright, like beacons in the dark, emanating a unique light.

Behind the tall slim Daoist followed a chubby Daoist, his face greasy, with a fiery red spot at the center of his brows, resembling a solitary red lamp.

"Senior brother Sect Leader, how come you have time to be here today?"

The figure sitting on the green stone spoke, his gaze deep and haunting, yet he didn’t look at the two approaching; his mind was absorbed by the vast deep mountains and waters.

Even though the one approaching was the current Sect Leader of Qingcheng Mountain, Thousand Machines Taoist, Thousand Machines.

"Cui Hanyi..."

Seeing this, the chubby Daoist showed an expression of displeasure, about to speak, but was held back by Thousand Machines raising his hand.

"Junior brother, you have guarded the entrance of this [Demon Village] for almost ten years now; how much longer will you guard it?" Thousand Machines spoke gently, holding the duster.

"Until he comes!" Cui Hanyi replied plainly.

Upon hearing this, Thousand Machines raised his aged eyebrows, his expression slightly darkening.

"Such obsession, it’s like entering demonic ways, gradually distancing from Pure Yang Wuji."

"Pure Yang Wuji?" Cui Hanyi sneered: "How many Seekers of Immortality have there been since ancient times, yet how many have verified Pure Yang?"

"She’s no longer here, even if one attains Longevity, what’s the point?"

At these words, a touch of desolation surfaced on Cui Hanyi’s face, like the bleakness of heaven and earth, like eternal frost.

"Master’s expectations for you wasted." The chubby Daoist sneered coldly.

Cui Hanyi remained silent, seemingly unheard, as if out of place with the world, immersed in the proliferating emotions.

Typically, for a Cultivator, intense emotions like these are unwelcome, causing cultivation to decline rapidly.

However, Cui Hanyi’s aura filled the mountains and rivers, as if merging seamlessly with earth and sky.

"Your wait is endless, he may never come." Thousand Machines spoke deeply.

"He is the world’s first demon; Three Corpses Daoist back then took him from here; one day he will return, back to this Land of Demons..." Cui Hanyi declared with utter resolve.

The chubby Daoist realized that the one his brilliant junior brother was waiting for was indeed that world’s first demon...

King Yan!!!

"This was her final wish; I will before him, ask the questions in her heart." A rare tenderness surfaced on Cui Hanyi’s face.

"Li Linglong, that demoness, tainted the incense of Qingcheng Mountain; secretly who knows how many boats she sailed upon, such a wretch..." The chubby Daoist sneered coldly.

Rumble...

Before he could finish, the ground trembled.

A terrifying aura soared, like celestial light weaving, like indomitable crimson glow, forming a giant hand, cutting across the sky, slapping toward the chubby Daoist.

"Invincible Immortal Hand!?"

The chubby Daoist’s face changed drastically, Thousand Machines was also involuntarily astonished.

This was the Supreme Dao Technique of Qingcheng, since the Ancestral Master, no one had practiced it.

In this moment, starlight shattered, the sapphire sky was crossed; even the mirror-like lake rippled like thousands of waves.

The wind stilled, the mountain serene, the boundless clouds vanished.

Bang...

The giant hand struck, a thunderous explosion, like heavenly Thunder falling upon the Mortal World.

The chubby Daoist let out a miserable cry, his entire body flew horizontally, crashing into the depths of the dense forest, toppling one ancient tree after another, raising dust into the sky.

"Junior brother..." Thousand Machines watched, his aged eyes focused intensely.

"Senior brother, you should be grateful he came with you today," Cui Hanyi spoke plainly: "Otherwise, for those words alone, he should die."

"These ten years, your skills haven’t diminished at all." Thousand Machines said meaningfully: "You’ve even practiced Invincible Immortal Hand."

"Had it been ten years ago..."

"Had it been ten years ago, she would not have died." Cui Hanyi interrupted Thousand Machines: "Back then, you deliberately lured me to Shangjing..."

"I say it was coincidence, do you believe?" Thousand Machines replied indifferently.

"Whether it was coincidence no longer matters." Cui Hanyi’s voice turned exceptionally cold.

"Hanyi, ultimately you are a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain."

"People, burdened too heavily, become shackles; with shackles upon oneself, how to transcend?" Cui Hanyi gazed at the vast starry sky, murmuring softly.