Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"And what happened next?"

Even though he had been overseas for a long time, he had heard of the Tu Family's renowned cross training. Although he was not afraid of it with his cultivation, he still preferred not to provoke them easily.

"They were all crushed like chickens! Not a single one of the six Martial Artists left a whole corpse, and it was rumored that the only one who escaped was curse killed in front of Miss Lan Xiang by a master of magic."

An acquaintance said solemnly.

"What?"

Hidden Wolf exclaimed, sucking in a breath of cold air.

"Like slaughtering chickens, and there's the curse killing technique!"

"That's why I say, don't provoke them; it's not worth it."

The acquaintance shook his head and said, "That young man may look ordinary, but his guard is on par with the Family Heads of the great families, so his identity must not be simple."

After hearing about the god-like feats of Ye Qingfeng's guard, Iron Hand, he felt a cold sweat and continuously expressed his gratitude with cupped hands.

This time, when Hidden Wolf returned, he said with utmost respect:

"Mr. Ye, I don't have a thousand-year-old divine medicine, but I have something else. I wonder if it would interest you?"

"Oh? Let me have a look."

Ye Qingfeng raised his eyes slightly, and when he saw the object, his gaze involuntarily sharpened.

In Hidden Wolf's hand was a silver cross, with a statue of a human-faced lion carved on it.

The carving was rough and wild, as if polished with a stone knife, but it carried a strange wave of energy.

If one stared too long, it seemed to cause dizziness.

"What rich spiritual power."

Ye Qingfeng slightly frowned.

As his divine thought touched the statue, he instantly saw a series of images, depicting men and women dressed in white, prostrating and bowing down.

"Boom!"

The spiritual power on the statue was stirred by the divine thought, instantly transforming into a tempest rushing toward Ye Qingfeng.

In an instant, Ye Qingfeng felt as if he was in a scorching desert, surrounded by alien race people in white cloth, prostrate and kowtowing.

And on the divine platform sat the human-faced lion god statue.

"Alien race, kill!"

The Divine, with a human-faced lion, noticed Ye Qingfeng, the only one not kneeling, and immediately let out a loud noise.

Then, it raised its foot to stomp on Ye Qingfeng.

"What a pathetic Divine, just some manifestation of spiritual power, dare to be presumptuous! Even if your true self comes, I, Ye Qingfeng, will destroy it."

Faced with such a terrifying force, Ye Qingfeng was not at all alarmed, instead, he snorted coldly.

Because he knew this was not real, but merely an illusion constructed by the spiritual power within the statue.

"Slash!"

Ye Qingfeng's spiritual power was so immense that in an instant, his divine thought condensed into a longsword capable of splitting the heavens.

As the sword descended, the sword light shot out mightily, forming a long silver rainbow, slashing towards the statue.

Before the towering statue, the silver longsword seemed like nothing more than a toothpick.

But under one slash, the statue was sliced through like a knife through cheese, even splitting the entire space in half, with the sky opening up into a huge chasm, behind which lay a hollow, black void.

"Tear!"

The illusion shattered, and Ye Qingfeng returned to the manor.

A torrent of noise swept back into his ears as if a tide resuming its flow, while Hidden Wolf still held the golden statue in front of him, as if the previous scene had been seen only by Ye Qingfeng. Only the light of the statue had seemed to dim a bit.

"Western Deities?"

Ye Qingfeng sat unmoved, a slight frown on his brow.

"It seems the superpower users of the West, who specialize in spiritual power, have indeed reached near-Cultivator levels when their skills are perfected!"

Looking at the statue on the cross, Ye Qingfeng murmured.

The Western superpower users were different from the Dark Race Wolf Clan he'd encountered in Russia.

They specialized in spiritual power.

Stronger than the Martial Artists of Huaxia, not weaker.

"Mr. Ye, what do you think of my statue?"

Seeing Ye Qingfeng silent for a long time, Hidden Wolf cautiously asked.

"It's acceptable; I will take this thing." Ye Qingfeng nodded decisively.

Then, he casually tossed over a porcelain bottle: "Inside are five Small Essence Building Pills, is that enough?"

"Enough, more than enough!"

Hidden Wolf hurriedly accepted the porcelain bottle and opened it, catching the fragrant medicinal aroma that wafted out.

Knowing well that it was top-grade medicine, he was instantly overjoyed and nodded.

He turned to leave.

But was stopped by Ye Qingfeng.

"I'll give you another Elixir in exchange for all the origins of this statue."

"Really?"

Hidden Wolf was ecstatic.

He didn't expect Ye Qingfeng to be so interested in this statue.

"Alright, I'll tell you everything I know." Hidden Wolf vowed.

It was something he had stumbled upon doing mercenary work while traveling the Western World, with no significant secrets to hide.

So, he told Ye Qingfeng without missing a word.

As Hidden Wolf spoke, Ye Qingfeng finally learned the true origins of this statue.

"Western superpower users, one of the Fallen Angels, the Evil Lion Angel?"

Ye Qingfeng nodded slightly.

Western superpower users also have deities they believe in.

The statue on this cross is one of the deities they worship.

The more people who believe.

The stronger the superpower.

"Such immense power of belief, it's simply a great tonic."

Ye Qingfeng grasped the statue on the cross.

The Power of Devouring activated.

Directly absorbing all the power of belief.

Transforming it into his own strength.

His breakthrough to the realm of the War Emperor was increasingly consolidated.

After Hidden Wolf left joyfully with his Elixirs, many Martial Artists began to stir.

No one had a thousand-year-old divine medicine, but similar rare treasures were collected by Martial Artists to varying extents.

They immediately stepped forward, hoping Ye Qingfeng would appraise their items.

"This is just an ordinary gemstone."

"Hmm, a weapon, but useless to me."

"Xuan Iron, this seems a bit useful, one Pei Yuan Pill."

Most of these Martial Artists' treasures did not catch Ye Qingfeng's interest, but he did accept a few items, which, although not spiritual objects, were at least somewhat useful.

"Mr. Ye, how about this?"

A gentle voice raised, and the crowd parted to reveal Lady Lan Xiang coming forth gracefully.

Today she wore white casual trousers, a simple handcrafted woven linen shirt on her upper body, no visible jewelry, only a string of prayer beads adorning her frost-like wrists.

Lan Xiang presented a piece of charred dead wood.

"What's this? It looks like a piece of charcoal."

The crowd whispered among themselves.

Only Ye Qingfeng's expression changed slightly: "This is a piece of Innate Divine Wood."

What is Innate Divine Wood, but a piece taken from an Innate Spirit Tree.

Such Spirit Trees, grown for thousands of years, could even cultivate a Primordial Spirit, escape its shell, and become an existence akin to the Ghost Immortal class.

"Although that Innate Spirit Tree seems to have failed in crossing the Heavenly Tribulation, Innate Divine Wood is an excellent material for forging a Taoist Body!"

Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly but pushed aside the Divine Wood, saying flatly, "The item is good, but I don't want to trade."

Lady Lan Xiang smiled gently and said:

"This piece of Divine Wood is a gift for Mr. Ye. It's a pleasure for Medicine King Valley to befriend a young hero like Mr. Ye."