Lin Potian didn't know what the Three-Eyed Demon King saw in him, constantly providing him with a large amount of resources, which forcefully allowed him to reach Foundation Establishment Realm Perfection, on the verge of becoming a Golden Core Cultivator.
This was something he hadn't dared to dream of before, but he wasn't happy at all now.
Because he vaguely felt that the Three-Eyed Demon King had ill intentions.
To cultivate him so much without any familial ties or old friendships seemed highly suspicious.
However, to survive, he could only obey the other party's arrangements and enjoy various resources.
In his opinion, having strength was always a good thing.
But what troubled him greatly at the moment was that the Three-Eyed Demon King had started targeting Human Race Cultivators, especially those from Shenxuan Sect, capturing a group daily for torture.
Moreover, Human Race Cultivators frequently visited the Three-Eyed Demon King's location, and these people were clearly Demonic Cultivators.
In an instant, Lin Potian understood a lot.
The Three-Eyed Demon King was connected to the Demonic Cult.
However, he could only watch helplessly.
Inside the grotto, a bloody smell permeated the air.
The captured Shenxuan Sect Disciples were bound on the ground, staring at Lin Potian with eyes full of either anger or fear.
Lin Potian's body trembled slightly:
"Must you kill them?"
The Three-Eyed Demon King transformed into a human form, a burly man with a third eye on his forehead, known as the Three-Eyed Demon King. He laughed loudly:
"Tian'er, these Human Race Cultivators usually slay Yao Race. Today I captured them, so what's wrong with killing them?"
Lin Potian was speechless. After all, from the perspective of Human Race Cultivators, slaying demons and eliminating evil was natural and right, and from the perspective of the Yao Race, eating humans was also natural and right.
Although he was in the Yao Mountain, his heart was with the Human Race, and it was impossible for him to easily change his views.
"Come, come, come, you do it yourself. It will be a clear break from your past."
"From now on, you will be second only to one Yao and above Ten Thousand Yao. Isn't that happier than being a common Utility Disciple?"
"What should I do?"
Lin Potian saw the Three-Eyed Demon King's fierce expression, seemingly urging him to act. He gritted his teeth and forcefully resisted the terrifying pressure from the Three-Eyed Demon King, not making a move.
Just as he was in a fierce internal struggle, almost crushed by the heavy pressure—
"Report—!!!"
A panicked bird Yao shrieked as it rushed into the grotto, breaking the suffocating stalemate.
"Great King! This is bad! A bane has arrived outside! He calls himself Nangong Wenjian! Our small ones can't stop him, and we've suffered heavy casualties!"
"Nangong Wenjian?"
The Three-Eyed Demon King's brow furrowed, and the vertical pupil on his forehead spanned mountains and rivers, seeing a white-robed Sword Cultivator slaughtering Yao Beasts on a large scale
"Hmph! A mere Soul Transformation Cultivator dares to act wildly in this King's Ten Thousand Demon Cave? He doesn't know what's good for him!"
His Demonic Qi erupted, causing the entire grotto to shake violently, and broken stones to fall.
He suddenly stood up, his burly figure carrying monstrous ferocity, his gaze sweeping over Lin Potian like lightning: "
Tian'er, wait here!
Let this father go and pluck that Soul Transformation Cultivator's head to drink with!
I hope when I return triumphantly…"
His voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a chilling frost, "You have already dealt with these Human Race Cultivators for this father!"
Before he finished speaking, the Three-Eyed Demon King transformed into a violent demonic wind, instantly rushing out of the grotto, leaving only cold words echoing in the grotto.
Many Yao Race
Lin Potian was currently in a heavenly and human struggle. Is it possible to just slip away like this…
Just as his mind was in chaos and he was hesitating—
At the entrance of the grotto, a figure as swift as wind quietly sneaked in.
The newcomer wore the uniform of a Shenxuan Sect Inner Sect Disciple, with a resolute face and eyes as sharp as a sword. It was Lu Fan.
"Senior Brother Lu?!"
Lin Potian recognized this Prodigy at a glance, both surprised and delighted, as if grasping a life-saving straw.
.....
Among the mountains.
Countless Yao demons circled in the air, attacking a white-robed Sword Cultivator. This person was Nangong Wenjian, who had just emerged from years of secluded cultivation.
Nangong Wenjian was surrounded by Flying Swords, and even Ten Thousand Yao could not get close to him. In just an instant, countless Yao perished under his Flying Swords, and a sky full of blood rain filled the air.
Looking down, one could see Yao corpses covering the mountains and plains, a shocking sight.
"Where is that Three-Eyed Demon King? Is he not coming out yet?"
Nangong Wenjian said indifferently.
Boom!
At the end of the horizon, a terrifying Demonic Qi descended, piercing through the clouds, shaking the mountains and forests, and making the plants sway.
Nangong Wenjian realized at this moment that he seemed to have been a bit careless.
The opponent was actually a Returning to Void Realm Great Yao.
His current cultivation was at Soul Transformation ninth layer, still a bit short of Returning Void.
"Junior, don't be so arrogant!"
The Three-Eyed Demon King roared, and his giant palm, carrying the terrifying power to tear space, slapped down!
Nangong Wenjian's pupils constricted slightly, but the Battle Intent in his eyes grew stronger: "Good!"
The ancient longsword behind him let out a sky-shattering long cry, transforming into a sword light that tore through the sky, bravely meeting the attack.
Boom—!!!
The sword light and the demonic palm collided head-on!
The terrifying energy shockwave swept in all directions like a tsunami, leveling most of the surrounding mountains!
Nangong Wenjian pushed his Soul Transformation Peak cultivation to the extreme.
"Hiding the edge for ten years, one sword to pacify the world!"
The sword light was like a sea, and the power it erupted was unimaginable.
However, the strength displayed by the Three-Eyed Demon King far exceeded Nangong Wenjian's expectations. His demonic power was vast and boundless, like an endless ocean!
Even more terrifying, the destructive beams shot from the opening and closing of the vertical pupil on his forehead could easily penetrate Nangong Wenjian's protective sword Qi.
The chasm of Realms was revealed at this moment!
Although Nangong Wenjian was a peerless Prodigy with extraordinary attainments in the Dao of the Sword, he had not yet broken through to Returning Void. Facing a Returning Void Demon King with a deep Foundation and ruthless methods, he gradually fell into a disadvantage.
His sword light was still dazzling, but it was difficult to inflict fatal damage on the Three-Eyed Demon King, and each heavy blow from the Three-Eyed Demon King caused his blood and Qi to churn, and his protective sword Qi to totter.
However, it was not difficult for him to escape.
To this, Nangong Wenjian could only murmur: "This is all I can do to help."
Immediately, a sword talisman was cast, and then it transformed into a sword light and fled, and the Returning to Void Realm strike contained in this sword talisman immediately left the Three-Eyed Demon King no time to pursue.
"Hmph!"
After blocking this strike, the Three-Eyed Demon King did not pursue. He knew that such a Prodigy was not easy to kill.
However, a sense of dread also arose in his heart. This Human Race Cultivator was only at the Soul Transformation Realm, yet he possessed such strength. If he reached the Returning to Void Realm, the Three-Eyed Demon King might not be his opponent.
However, when he returned to the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, full of pride and ready to admire Lin Potian's results, he was furious.
"Little bastard, how dare you betray this King!"
The Three-Eyed Demon King's roar instantly resounded throughout the grotto.
His carefully cultivated "Cauldron" had actually escaped at the most crucial moment!
The cooked duck flew away!
Extreme anger clouded his mind.
And why were even the tracking Restrictions gone? The Restrictions he, a Returning to Void Realm being, had laid, though crude, should not have been easily removed by ordinary people.
Thinking that his hope for future Breakthrough was gone, his third eye immediately manifested in anger.
"Damn it, damn them all!"
Before long, several figures shrouded in black robes with cold auras appeared before him like ghosts.
"Great King, would you consider our cooperation plan?"
.....
[Congratulations to the Host for successfully signing in at Lingyun Palace, obtaining a piece of Evil-Dispelling Magic Garment.]
"A seventh-Rank spiritual garment, it's alright."
Han Xuanji nodded slightly.
He was already indifferent to this.
This Rank of Magic Treasure wasn't of much help to him, he could only say it was passable.
Han Xuanji returned to his Immortal Cave, looking at the luxurious Magic Garment, and shook his head.
It was a bit flashy, feeling inferior to the Heavenly Demon Battle Armor.
At this time, Little White Tiger was playing with his identity jade token and shouted:
"Master, I heard there's a Demon King in Yong Province, and he's quite powerful. Even Nangong Wenjian couldn't defeat him."
Little White Tiger was born in an uninhabited Secret Realm and cultivated for many years. Not long after its birth, it was subdued by Han Xuanji and had not had much contact with the outside world.
After learning the function of Han Xuanji's Disciple jade token, it would hold the token every day and look at various information, never getting tired of it. Han Xuanji would occasionally ask it to tell him about interesting things.
"Oh?"
Han Xuanji was surprised.
After all, in his impression, Nangong Wenjian still had some strength.
"Sigh, I want to go out and beat him up, to see who's stronger."
Little White Tiger said.
"I should be much stronger than him. Why don't I take him as a Yao pet? Then Master's name will spread throughout the world, and he can command Ten Thousand Yao. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Vulgar!
Han Xuanji did not value fame, and he did not think commanding Ten Thousand Yao was of any use.