Chapter 338: Is This Really How You Cultivate?

Chapter 338: Is This Really How You Cultivate?

Wangshan Temple.

The mountain stood tall and serene, with the ancient temple perched on its peak, hidden amidst the clouds.

Occasionally, the sound of a distant bell echoed, creating a sense of a paradise on earth.

However, to the people of Zhenyang City, while it would have been appropriate to call Wangshan Temple a paradise three years ago, it wasn't the case anymore.

Now, the stone steps leading up to the temple were covered in blood, and every step was marked by bones.

Many who could no longer survive in Zhenyang City fled towards Wangshan Temple, only to be hunted and killed by demons on the steps.

Within the ancient temple, weeds grew everywhere, and thorns were scattered all around.U//ppTodated fr/o/m nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)\/m

An old monk sat motionless in front of a Buddha statue, his eyes closed, chanting sutras.

Tap, tap.

Footsteps echoed, sounding particularly loud in the great hall.

The abbot of Wangshan Temple, eyes still closed, paused his chanting, "What brings you here, honored guest?"

Even without opening his eyes, just by listening to the footsteps, he could tell that the owner of these steps was neither one of his disciples nor a demon.

"I'm Qi Yuan from the Demon Subduing Division, here to inquire about something."

Qi Yuan looked calmly at the abbot of Wangshan Temple.

The abbot appeared to be paralyzed in his legs, his cultivation level reaching the peak of Qi and Blood.

Qi Yuan estimated that if it weren't for his leg problems, this abbot would likely have already reached the Jade Blood stage.

"What might this benefactor be here for?" The abbot remained calm and showed no fear despite Qi Yuan's affiliation with the Demon Subduing Division.

"The flower demon Man Luo—I want to know her whereabouts." Qi Yuan didn't waste any time.

The previously calm abbot's face showed a hint of pain upon hearing this name.

"She... is in the Fenghua Cave." The abbot did not hide anything.

"Your heartbeat tells me you're not lying, but... this statement is a lie." Qi Yuan studied the abbot.

With his level of cultivation, he could tell if an ordinary person was lying without using his ability to detect nose lengthening.

The abbot's heartbeat remained steady, and his micro-expressions suggested he was telling the truth.

But his nose had grown longer.

The abbot looked at Qi Yuan in surprise, "Benefactor... you are quite unique."

"Whether I’m unique or not is irrelevant. Tell me the correct answer." Qi Yuan wasn’t in the mood for games.

He was eager to hunt demons.

"The one you are looking for is in Fenghua Cave," the abbot replied again.

This time, Qi Yuan's nose didn't grow longer.

A look of interest appeared on Qi Yuan’s face. "Interesting, this time it’s true.

The flower demon Man Luo being in Fenghua Cave is a lie, but the person I’m looking for is indeed there.

Doesn’t this mean... oh, I need to use my brain here.

I’d better stop thinking and just go with it."

Qi Yuan didn’t bother thinking further.

This mission seemed complicated, but if he really wanted to complete it, it wasn't difficult.

If he could just search the souls of all the enemies, wouldn’t the truth come to light?

That would be much faster and more accurate than blindly guessing.

At this moment, the abbot said, "If the benefactor has come to eliminate the demon, please spare her life.

She... has had a pitiful life and only killed those who deserved to die."

The abbot’s voice carried deep helplessness.

According to the county magistrate, the flower demon Man Luo was raised by the abbot of Wangshan Temple himself, almost like his own daughter.

"Thanks for the information; I’ve noted it." Qi Yuan nodded.

He was still polite.

Even though he was just here to get some information, saying thank you was always good manners.

After saying this, Qi Yuan’s figure disappeared.

In the vast hall, only the abbot of Wangshan Temple remained.

He looked at the hall, seemingly seeing again the young boy and girl kissing beneath the Buddha statue.

He also seemed to see the tearful cries of Old Master Tong and Madam Tong.

Humans and demons walk different paths.

"A father who loves his son will plan deeply for him," the abbot muttered to himself.



Mount Shu Yao, known for its steep mountains and cliffs.

At this moment, led by Hou Mushi, a group of people made their way through a narrow mountain path.

The road was overgrown with thorns and brambles, making the journey treacherous.

Suddenly, Qi Yuan stopped in his tracks, "Bodyguard, it’s your turn to act."

Ahead, in a cave, two demons were clearly asleep.

These demons were scattered demons.

Hou Mushi, leading the group to exterminate demons, naturally targeted the scattered ones.

Otherwise, if they accidentally intruded into a demon camp within Mount Shu Yao, no matter how brave they were, they wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Yang Guang’s voice was robust, "Brother, you stay here and enjoy your melon, I’ll be right back!"

Having promised to protect Qi Yuan, Yang Guang was determined to keep his word.

After all, as long as he provided Qi Yuan with enough demon blood, he could obtain the entry pass to the Genius Alliance.

A great deal indeed.

"Make it quick," Qi Yuan said, sitting down on a large rock and eating a watermelon.

This watermelon had been stolen from a melon field—no, picked up from there.

According to their estimates, this watermelon had been planted by demons on Mount Shu Yao.

Since they passed by, they might as well confiscate it.

The only pity was that they hadn’t found the owner of the watermelons; otherwise, they could have earned more demon blood.

The Yang God of Taihuang Palace couldn’t perceive anything here.

Otherwise, a bolt of lightning might immediately descend from the sky and strike Yang Guang dead.

Still, Qi Yuan was curious.

If the Yang God from Taihuang Palace did come down, and Yang Guang tried to protect him by fighting the Yang God, what would the result be?

Seeing Yang Guang so confident, he must have some hidden cards up his sleeve, right?

“A gentleman is true to his word!” Yang Guang proclaimed, thumping his chest again.

“Brother Yang, how about this? After this game, why don’t you come home with me? If that old ancestor from Taihuang Palace descends, you can help shield me,” Qi Yuan suggested tentatively.

Although Yang Guang was only at the mid-stage of Jade Blood, who knew—maybe he had the cultivation of a Grand Supreme Dao Ancestor hidden within him?

That wouldn’t be so surprising, would it?

For instance, a small ant that eats a grain of rice today might have swallowed a dinosaur yesterday.

It makes perfect sense.

“No problem, consider it done!” Yang Guang agreed without hesitation.

“Let’s go, hunt the serpent demon!” Qi Yuan ordered.

Yang Guang’s eyes gleamed with pride. “Brother Qi, you just keep eating your melon. Leave the demon-slaying to me!”

About half an hour later, they arrived in a forest.

Yang Guang was true to his word; he said he’d go alone, so he went alone.

Qi Yuan and the others stayed in the forest, waiting for Yang Guang to return after killing the demon.

Qi Yuan sat on a stump, a foul stench in the air.

“The smell here is too strong; I’ve lost my appetite for watermelon. I might as well... cultivate.”

Having just obtained 100 drops of demon blood, it was definitely time to cultivate.

An Qiao watched Qi Yuan, eyes filled with admiration. “Mr. Qi, no wonder you reached the Jade Blood stage at such a young age. Your diligence is truly remarkable.”

Hou Mushi looked equally impressed.

An Qiao continued observing Qi Yuan, who closed his eyes and seemed to genuinely begin cultivating.

Then, an unusual voice came from Qi Yuan’s mouth.

“You have consumed 100 drops of demon blood and begun cultivating.

Cultivation is a path that values diligence.

50 drops of demon blood consumed; your cultivation has increased by fifty days, moving far along the early Jade Blood stage.

50 more drops consumed; your cultivation has increased by another fifty days.

Thanks to your strong early foundation, you are now just a step away from the mid-stage of Jade Blood.”

“??” An Qiao was perplexed.

“??” Hou Mushi was baffled.

Qi Yuan opened his eyes, looking quite refreshed.

“Not bad, this cultivation session was worth it. I’m almost at the mid-stage of Jade Blood now.”

Beside him, An Qiao looked at Qi Yuan with a peculiar expression.

Is this... really cultivation?

Does cultivation come with sound effects now?

“Mr. Qi... do you always cultivate like this?” An Qiao couldn’t help but ask.

“Yes, this method is quicker. Using demon blood... it's quite fast,” Qi Yuan replied frankly, not hiding anything.

An Qiao couldn’t hold back any longer.

She, too, had consumed demon blood for cultivation.

But she never did it like Qi Yuan.

It took her at least a day to refine a single drop of demon blood, converting it into qi and blood.

As for Qi Yuan... he just gave a self-narration, pretending to be some kind of system from TV shows and anime, and then boom—cultivation done?

This is simply a tall tale!

How could any serious martial artist cultivate like this?

“Mr. Qi, you can’t consume demon blood recklessly. Otherwise... you might go mad and end up exploding!” An Qiao cautioned.

“Don’t worry, I can add points. I’m not afraid,” Qi Yuan replied.

An Qiao looked at Qi Yuan with suspicion.

Has he already gone mad?

His mental state... seems quite abnormal.

Just then, a heavy stench filled the air again. Yang Guang reappeared, his bald head slightly bruised, but he looked pleased.

“Brother Qi, this time the haul is great. There were actually two early-stage Jade Blood serpents in the serpent’s den, and I killed them both.

The demon blood from these two serpents should be enough for you, right?” Yang Guang said, breathing heavily.

Clearly, hunting these two early-stage Jade Blood serpents had taken some effort.

But the gain was substantial.

The demon blood from these two early-stage Jade Blood serpents was definitely enough for Qi Yuan’s needs.

“Not bad, that’s 400 drops of demon blood,” Qi Yuan said, waving his hand, and 400 drops of demon blood appeared in his palm.

These 400 drops of demon blood were enough for him to step into the mid-stage of Jade Blood.

He was growing fonder of Mount Shu Yao by the moment.

Especially with a free fighter to help him.

He wondered if he should have Yang Guang help him wipe out all three thousand demon soldiers on Mount Shu Yao.

After all, Yang Guang was confident enough to challenge the Yang God of Taihuang Palace; wouldn’t sweeping away Mount Shu Yao’s demons be like blowing off some dust?

“However, this demon blood isn’t enough. I consume it very quickly in cultivation; you can ask An Qiao.

I swallowed up a hundred drops in one go just now,” Qi Yuan said expectantly to Yang Guang. “How about you go kill some more?”

“Not enough?” Yang Guang’s heart skipped a beat.