Exploring Immortality Cultivation

Wei Yijing was both amused and annoyed, "Come on, I've already avenged myself. Also, this Spirit Boat in your hands can't exert even two or three percent of its power. You couldn't even block me, a Foundation Establishment Disciple."

"You are a disciple of Liuyun Sect, sister. Only Core Formation Demon Clan can match up to you. But the last wave of Demon Beasts left just three days ago. How could there be so many Core Formation Demon Clan here?"

"Maybe you've encountered them," Wei Yijing slapped her brother's forehead and then took over the control plate of the Spirit Boat, "Take me back..."

The moment her hand touched the control plate, a terrifying feeling surged in her heart.

She was a genuine cultivator, fundamentally different from those novices who had just manifested some mana. This Spirit Boat's detection function, which the novices couldn't utilize at all, was immediately activated by her, sensing the surroundings.

"Long'er..."

"Sister Jing, what's wrong?" Wei Yilong frowned, "Is your wound hurting?"

"Listen carefully, take that control plate and immediately head towards the shore, towards Langde! Quick quick quick! Don't look back no matter what happens!" Wei Yijing pulled out her long sword, her face pale as she walked towards the port side.

Wei Yilong had never seen his sister like this. He was perplexed. But soon, he understood what had terrified his sister so much. It was a long, narrow shadow that lurked beneath the surface of the ocean, wriggling like a venomous snake. A sharp horn split the sea surface, and around the shadow were claws.

"Jiao... Jiao Dragon!"

After discarding Innate Divine Abilities, the inherent complexity and order of a body determine the relative combat strength of a species within the same realm. The Human Clan and Dragon Clan occupy the summit of Shenzhou's evolutionary tree, with the highest body complexity and order. The closer to human and dragon species, the stronger the combat strength at the same level.

The Jiao Dragon Species was to the Dragon Clan roughly what gibbons are to the Human Clan.

And Wei Yijing had detected that this Demon Beast had the strength of a Demon Core Perfection, just a step away from Transformation. If she were in prime condition, without any burdens, she might have a chance to flee even if not to fight. But in this situation, her chances were slim to none!

The reckless youngsters had no idea the kind of monster they had attracted. They were treating it like some exciting new "animal," calling over friends to share in the spectacle.

Their casual pointing and commenting on this top-tier predator almost made Wei Yijing's blood freeze.

Wei Yilong panickedly yelled, trying to send his friends away. Just then, with splashing water, the shadow seemed to decide it was dining time, lifting its head, ready to devour this "canned food."

That was when Wei Yijing saw the black beard on the Demon Beast's dragon head.

"A subordinate of the Transformation Jiao Demon… the Jiao King 'Black Beard'…"

People didn't know the surnames of the Demon Clan, so most notably fierce Demon Beasts on the battlefield were given system codenames by the Immortal Alliance. This Demon Beast was one of them. It was notoriously dangerous and had devoured several Golden Core Guardian Envoys.

Wei Yijing screamed and rushed forward, using her body to push the children away and then shielded her brother in her arms. This action, however, left her back exposed to the Jiao Demon. But in her heart, everyone on this boat no longer had a chance to survive. In doing this, she was merely fulfilling her last duty as a sister.

The Jiao King's massive attack flipped the Spirit Boat, shooting water columns a hundred meters high. The Spirit Boat, like a wooden toy, tumbled several times on the water surface, creating huge splashes. The protective Spirit Prohibition didn't fully neutralize the impact. With that attack, all the children spat blood from the corners of their mouths, severely injured.

Wei Yilong screamed in what he thought were his last moments, "Why are there Core Formation Demon Clan here!"

"Kid, are you facing a Saint? No, these are members of the Demon Clan! Why would they follow any rules?"

The unfamiliar voice fully reached everyone's ears. Everyone looked in the direction of "Black Beard." They saw a young man in a blue magic robe floating above the sea. He had stopped the Great Demon, but at the cost of one of his hands being bitten.

Wei Yilong and the other children timidly stopped their crying, not understanding what was happening. Only Wei Yijing sensed it. Just at the most critical moment, that man had suddenly inserted himself between her and the Demon King, pushing her aside. That man, like Wei Yijing, was only at Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment and couldn't have come out unharmed. She quickly let go of her brother, drew her sword, and shouted, "Daoist Fellow, retreat quickly! Together we have a chance!"

Who knew, the cultivator seemed reluctant to lose his arm and refused to retreat after amputation. The eyes of the Jiao Demon flashed fiercely as its massive body was gradually covered by black demonic power.

"Kids, listen up, since you're on the battlefield, you have to stake your lives. I'm not just bragging here. War is a very heavy matter."

The Jiao King had already started shaking its head, apparently trying to tear off the man's arm. And at such a critical moment, he was still speaking in a lighthearted tone to the kids behind him.

Wei Yijing felt moved.

"Your lives are still long! Don't be frightened by today's failure. You must taste victory and defeat, experience the bitterness, pain, and sadness of fleeing everywhere. Only then can you stand on your own, even if you're in tears. You must get through this."

The body of the Jiao Demon surfaced completely. It was indeed a massive creature, a hundred zhang long and thick enough to be embraced. Its body, covered in black demonic power, and the fearful red glow in its eyes were exceptionally terrifying.

Behind it, Wei Yilong forcefully wiped his tears and yelled, "Don't lose, big brother!"

The Jiao King's aura became even more intimidating. The powerful Demon Energy stirred up a thousand waves, the oncoming demon wind made it difficult for the kids to stand.

At this moment, Wei Yijing noticed something was off.

If that giant Jiao really wanted to tear the young man's arm off, why would it wait until now?

Wang Qi had protected his arm with Dragon Guard before the rescue. He felt the hand that had grabbed the Jiao King's tongue was starting to feel numb, so in his mind, he asked Feng Luoyi, "Is this enough?"

"Mm, the traces left should be enough for the Dragon Clan to notice."

Wang Qi nodded, then glared at the Jiao Dragon, "Give me some face!"

A divine power traveled at light speed from the Divine Capital, passing through Wang Qi's eyes and striking the Jiao Dragon's soul. It was the Dao Heart Pure Yang Spell, a spell power packed with the Heart Power of a hundred thousand people.

"Ow!" The Jiao Dragon whimpered, its courage shattered, and its control over the demonic power drastically reduced.

Then, its cheek literally got blown off!

Amidst the intense Purple Light, Wang Qi collected the piece of cheek flesh and said, "Let's have this for dinner, ingredients from the Dragon's Eye are very expensive!"

Wei Yijing was dumbfounded. She realized that the man before her was by no means a real hero.

This... This was just a madman, a very powerful one at that. (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)