Cultivation starts from devouring the Dao fruits

After the death of Chang Tai from the Mingyuan Sect, many Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivators thought of retreating and left the area. However, there were still numerous Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivators lurking, waiting for an opportunity.

A month flashed by, and not a single challenger appeared during that time.

One day, twenty-five Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivators walked out of the forest nearby, led by none other than Fang Linghai.

A trace of solemnity flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes, "To be able to control twenty-four Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivators is no small feat, truly worthy of being a candidate for the Saint Heir of the Demon Sect!"

The Demon Sect was a top-tier demon sect within the Cangfeng Realm, equally boasting a Divinity Transformation cultivator at its helm, in no way inferior to the Myriad Beasts Sect. As one of the demon sects, it naturally possessed many methods to control others.

The most infamous of the Demon Sect was the Seven Poisons Corpse Brainworm, a poisonous worm refined from a mix of seven different corpse worms. If one did not know what those seven kinds of corpse worms were, nor the order in which they were refined, it would be very difficult to refine the antidote, the Spirit Pill.

Once afflicted by the Seven Poisons Corpse Brainworm, those cultivators who didn't wish for their brains to be devoured and die would have no choice but to obey the caster.

With a gentle and friendly smile, Fang Linghai said, "Fellow Daoist, I am Fang Linghai, a candidate for the Saint Heir of the Demon Sect from the Cangfeng Realm. May I trouble you to yield this ten-thousand-year-old Jade Dragon Ginseng to me? If you grant me this favor, I will hand over these twenty-four individuals along with their storage bags to you.

And if you are able to come to the Cangfeng Realm in the future, I will certainly prepare a precious resource for Condensing Nascent Soul for you."

Zhao Yu said indifferently, "No! I will not yield this ten-thousand-year-old Jade Dragon Ginseng to anyone! After all, I don't have the ability to travel across realms!"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Fang Linghai's expression darkened, and he turned to a Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivator beside him and ordered, "Since that's the case, we can only settle life and death on the Spirit Arena! Get up there and kill him!"

"Yes!"

The tall and handsome Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivator's expression changed slightly as he leaped up and flew towards the direction of the Spirit Arena.

The White Ghost Emperor standing beside Zhao Yu sneered viciously, took a step, and in an instant, appeared in front of the cultivator, twisted off the Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivator's head with a claw, and casually tossed it aside.

Fang Linghai chuckled lightly, "My friend! In the future, they will challenge you every day! If you continue to stay up there, you will kill them all. Don't you think you're being too selfish?"

Zhao Yu said coolly, "They are being forced by you! Their deaths are naturally your fault; you are the one who is selfish and cruel!"

Fang Linghai sneered, "That's right! I am a selfish and cruel person! Being the candidate for the Saint Heir of the Demon Sect, it's quite normal to be selfish. If you are a good person, then you should come down from the Spirit Arena. That way, you can save them! I will release them!

If you don't step down, you are the one who is selfish and cruel, worse than pigs and dogs!"

"Idiot! Talking to you is simply a waste of my time!"

Zhao Yu sneered disdainfully, sat down on the spot, set up a Silent Barrier, took out Spirit Stones, and quietly began absorbing and refining.

Fang Linghai's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "This person's mentality is steadfast, quite troublesome!"

If it was a cultivator with a weaker mind, they would have already been provoked by Fang Linghai's sophistry and jumped off the Spirit Arena to fight with him. With twenty-three Foundation Establishment Great Perfection slaves plus his own strength, even a Golden Core Early Stage cultivator might not be his opponent.

The next day, another Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivator was forced by Fang Linghai's orders to step onto the Spirit Arena and was then instantly killed by the White Ghost Emperor.

On the third day, an extremely beautiful woman in white, with graceful curves, skin pale and smooth as jade, eyes like almonds, and lips like cherries, arrived in front of the Spirit Arena, suddenly knelt on the ground with a pale face and pleaded, "Fellow Daoist, I beg you, save my life!

As long as you come down from the Spirit Arena and rescue me from that person, I am willing to do anything for you."

A battle of wits! That guy truly lives up to being the backup Saint Heir of the Corpse Demon Sect, stooping to any level.

Zhao Yu glanced at the peerlessly beautiful woman in white, his face emotionless, without uttering a word, sitting quietly on the Spirit Arena, like a stone.

Fang Linghai said coldly, "Step up to the platform!"

The peerlessly beautiful woman in white trembled, a hint of despair flashing through her eyes. She leaped onto the Spirit Arena and was instantly killed by the White Ghost Emperor.

"Even such beauties you kill without mercy," Fang Linghai commented indifferently, "you truly have no humanity."

Zhao Yu replied calmly, "Foolish pig!"

Fang Linghai smiled faintly and said, "You're trying to infuriate me? It's useless! If I were so easily angered, I wouldn't be the backup Saint Heir of the Corpse Demon Sect!"

"Foolish pig!"

Fang Linghai's temples twitched slightly, a hint of murderous intent flitting across his eyes, but he laughed coldly and said no more.

In the following days, one after another, Foundation Establishment Great Perfection Cultivators were forced by Fang Linghai to step onto the Spirit Arena to fight Zhao Yu, and all of them died at the hands of the White Ghost Emperor.

Every time, Fang Linghai would mock Zhao Yu, but Zhao Yu would only reply with the words "foolish pig," then set up a Silent Barrier and quietly endure in cultivation.

On this day.

Fang Linghai slapped his storage bag, and a two-zhang-long pitch-black coffin flew out. The lid of the black coffin soared up, and out flew a demonic corpse that was ten zhang tall, covered in a layer of silver skin with three skull heads engraved upon it, looking ferocious, and exuding a distorted aura of death.

"The Nine Extremes Demonic Corpse of the Corpse Demon Sect! Indeed extraordinary!"

Upon seeing the demonic corpse, Zhao Yu's heart raised a strong alarm, understanding that by himself, he would definitely not be a match for that Nine Extremes Demonic Corpse.

"Fellow Daoist, the Evil Ghost by your side should be a third-order spirit ghost of the King of Ghosts, with a quality that has also reached the middle grade, and moreover, it has awakened quite a few talents. However, it is still no match for my Nine Extremes Demonic Corpse! You still have time to roll off the Spirit Arena now!"

Fang Linghai slapped his storage bag, and one by one, copper-skinned demonic corpses flew out. Fifteen second-order top-grade demonic corpses, with combat strength comparable to Foundation Establishment Great Perfection Cultivators, appeared by his side.

Zhao Yu on the Spirit Arena, appeared very relaxed, not giving those who stepped up any time to prepare, so Fang Linghai began his preparations before stepping onto the platform.

Zhao Yu spoke, "Fang Linghai, if you take the stage, you will only be on a path to death. I advise you to remain a foolish pig honestly, cowering below the platform to avoid throwing away your life for nothing!"

"Could he possibly have other tricks up his sleeve? No! Just cultivating the third-order spirit ghost alone requires countless resources. How could he possibly have other tricks?"

Fang Linghai's eyes narrowed slightly, and eventually, his gaze rested on the ancient Myriad Year Jade Dragon Ginseng beside him, a firm resolve bubbling up: "The chance to Condense my Nascent Soul is right before my eyes; if I don't give it my all, I will never be content!"