He focused his gaze and looked intently into the bloody mist and dust.
There, lying quietly, was a turtle egg. It was a serene, jade-like cyan, its surface covered in profound Array Patterns.
An indescribable spiritual fluctuation faintly emanated from it.
A sudden realization struck him.
This was the Ninth-Grade Opportunity ntioned in the Divination!
’How very strange. This turtle egg is quite interesting. It survived the Divine Blade’s strike completely unscathed.’
Demon Essence surged in Qin Xuan’s palm, creating a powerful suction that pulled the cyan turtle egg into his grasp.
After a mont, he sifted through Aao Peak’s mories and discovered the egg’s origin.
’So it cos from the Royal Family of the Longevity Spirit Turtles of the East Sea...’
Longevity Spirit Turtles, as their na suggests.
This clan was not skilled in combat, but was famous throughout the world for its seemingly endless lifespans.
Furthermore, they had almost no natural lifespan limit!
They only needed to find a secluded, spiritually rich place to hibernate and cultivate. After a thousand years, once they had accumulated enough Demon Power, they would naturally ascend to Foundation Establishnt. With three thousand years of cultivation, reaching the Purple Mansion was all but guaranteed...
If they could endure for ten thousand long years, they could even automatically advance to beco a Nascent Soul Daoist Monarch.
Of course, the clan’s only weakness was that they had great difficulty reproducing.
They could reproduce at most three tis in their lives, and only a single offspring was produced each ti.
And among the Longevity Spirit Turtles participating in this Foundation Establishnt and Chaos Suppression Conference, there was one Foundation Establishnt Spirit Turtle that had just laid an egg and was in an extrely weakened state.
By a twist of fate, she was discovered by a Human Dao Cultivator, who took advantage of her weakness, ruthlessly killed her, and claid the egg for himself.
"Hmph, you despicable Human Race! How dare you plot against a royal descendant of my Demon Race! You’re courting death!"
Qin Xuan flew into a rage. The malevolent Demon Qi around him erupted like a volcano.
A torrent of scorching, viscous, blood-red flas surged outward.
"AHH—!"
"No!"
Shrill, desperate screams rang out.
Several more Human Race Cultivators who were too close and couldn’t retreat in ti were turned to ash in the bone-corroding, soul-burning blood flas. Only then did Qin Xuan’s anger subside slightly.
"What a ferocious Demon Flood Dragon..."
The surviving Human Race Cultivators nearby were all terrified.
At this mont, the image of the Black-Horned Ink Flood Dragon that Qin Xuan had manifested with the Ten Thousand Forms Blood Talisman was savage and fierce. This was further enhanced by the pure draconic might emanating from the Blood Flood Dragon Pearl.
In the eyes of the onlookers, he was a genuine Foundation Establishnt Great Demon of terrifying power!
"Listen up, you despicable humans..."
Qin Xuan’s flood dragon eyes were chilling as he swept his gaze across the crowd, his voice like rolling thunder. "Take a ssage to that whelp Ye Lan for . Tell him that on the day my divine techniques reach Great Success, I will personally pay him a visit to avenge my severed tail!"
Having delivered his threat, Qin Xuan, with the Water Secret Technique now in his possession, vanished into a bizarre cloud of demonic mist and instantly fled away from Demon Flood Dragon Island.
「anwhile.」
The milky-white orb of light representing the Wind Secret Skill was finally seized by the red-haired man from the Cyan Cloud Sect after a fierce struggle.
"Hahaha, this Secret Technique is mine!"
The red-haired man laughed heartily, revealing his full Cultivation at the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishnt Fifth Level.
However, just as he was reveling in his victory, he suddenly noticed his Flesh Body rapidly swelling up, with dark green pustules bulging under his skin.
"Ugh..." The red-haired man looked down in horror and spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
But the blood wasn’t crimson; it was a bizarre, putrid, dark green.
"When... was I poisoned?"
He staggered backward, barely able to keep his footing.
Even more terrifying, when he tried to circulate his True Essence to resist the poison, his True Essence itself was corroded by the toxic mist.
"Hahaha, isn’t it a little late to be realizing that now?"
A Human Dao Foundation Establishnt Cultivator who had been lying on the ground, supposedly ’dead’, suddenly sprang up.
A shimring green light flowed from the Silver-White Long Sword in his hand as he caught the red-haired man off guard and plunged it into his chest.
"Wei Wuxian... you’re a Demon Cultivator!"
"Weren’t you going after the Fire Secret Technique...?"
The red-haired man’s eyes bulged like bronze bells as he let out a pained cry.
Wei Wuxian gave a sinister smile, his pair of erald eyes glowing with a terrifying light.
"Just die in peace. Dead n don’t need to know so much. This Secret Technique was never ant for you!"
Wei Wuxian suddenly pushed his silver-white Lifebound Longsword deeper, piercing through the red-haired man’s chest as a powerful suction force erupted from it.
The red-haired man died with his eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.
With almost no resistance, his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last.
Wei Wuxian nonchalantly took the [Wind] Secret Skill into his palm.
As the Secret Skill left the dead man’s grasp, the red-haired man’s Flesh Body, already covered in dark green pustules, decayed at a visible rate, crumbling into a pile of gleaming white bones.
"Hahaha, excellent work, Junior Brother Wei."
The fake Qin Xuan returned at this mont, looking suave as he gently waved his Ink-Bone Folding Fan.
And tucked in his robes was the crimson Array Chessboard that represented the [Fire] Secret Technique.
Wei Wuxian cupped his hands in respect.
"Congratulations, Senior Brother Qin, on obtaining the Fire Secret Technique. Who obtained the other two Secret Techniques?"
The fake Qin Xuan replied, "Ye Lan snatched the [Earth] Secret Technique, and the [Water] Secret Technique is in the hands of that Demon Flood Dragon, Aao Peak."
Wei Wuxian sighed.
"A pity. I didn’t expect that Demon Flood Dragon to actually have a brain. Otherwise, we could have obtained three Secret Techniques by now."
The fake Qin Xuan gave a mysterious smile. "No matter. It’s still three."
Wei Wuxian’s eyes lit up. "Senior Brother Qin, you an?"
"I used my Positional Divine Techniques to secretly slice off a corner of the [Earth] Secret Technique in Ye Lan’s hands, and I stuffed a little sothing inside while I was at it."
"If he doesn’t cultivate it, then so be it. But if he does... he’s in for a nasty surprise!"
Hearing this, Wei Wuxian’s pupils contracted. A chill ran down his spine, and he subconsciously took a step back.
"Junior Brother Wei, look at you. What’s there to be so afraid of? It’s not like I would do anything to you."
Wei Wuxian’s face darkened. "I might be more inclined to believe you, Senior Brother, if you closed that fan you’re holding."
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