Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 2027 Death Sentence Inevitable, Transformed into a Ghostly Envoy

"Senior, forgive me!!"

"We were all misled by that Yun family member; she is the true culprit. We beg you, senior, to see the truth!"

The three captured Saint Venerable Realm cultivators lay sprawled on the ground, their hair disheveled and their robes stained with blood. Their former lofty and imposing demeanor had vanished, leaving only fear and despair on their faces. They repeatedly kowtowed to Mo Fan, begging for mercy, their foreheads slamming against the ground with loud thuds.

They had already discerned the truth from Mo Fan and his companions' casual conversation.

This seemingly unremarkable young man in a blue robe was actually the one in charge of life and death among this group.

Whether or not one can save their life at this moment depends entirely on the other party's decision.

However, Mo Fan did not respond immediately. His deep gaze, like a cold pool, slowly swept over the three people, finally settling on one of them.

This correction refers to the cultivator who just fought to the death with Yun Rou. Mo Fan smiled faintly, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable pressure: "I just observed that the divine abilities you displayed all contained the sharpness of metal power. Have you already comprehended the law of metal?"

"Senior's insight is truly remarkable! This humble cultivator dares not conceal anything; it was indeed by sheer luck that I comprehended a Law of Metal!"

The cultivator, as if granted a pardon, nodded frantically, a glimmer of hope for survival flashing in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "If you, senior, are willing to spare my life, I am willing to lead my entire family to submit to you and be loyal to you for eternity!"

"very good."

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan's smile widened, and he lightly tapped the air with his fingertips, but his tone suddenly turned indifferent: "However, comprehending only one law of metal is far too weak. I see that your sword intent is faintly visible, so you seem to be a sword cultivator. Have you comprehended any laws of swordsmanship?"

The cultivator's joy froze instantly. He shook his head with a wry smile, his tone full of helplessness and resentment: "The sword dao law is known as the most powerful of all laws in terms of killing force. Its difficulty in comprehending far surpasses that of other laws."

"Now, sword cultivators in the entire Spirit Realm are as numerous as fish crossing a river. The laws of swordsmanship have long been divided up by ancient powerful beings and top experts. Where are there any remaining laws of swordsmanship for lesser cultivators to glimpse?"

"That would be a pity."

Mo Fan sighed softly, his voice devoid of much emotion, yet it made the cultivator's heart sink: "If you can comprehend the laws of swordsmanship, I might spare your life out of consideration for your considerable killing power."

But now… you have disappointed me so much, how could I possibly forgive you?

"what?!"

The cultivator's pupils constricted, his face instantly turning deathly pale. He scrambled forward, clinging tightly to Mo Fan's trouser leg, and screamed in agony, "Senior, spare my life! Senior, have mercy! I'm willing to be your slave, just please spare my life!!"

Mo Fan didn't even lift his eyelids. He suddenly circulated his internal energy and opened his mouth to inhale sharply.

Supernatural power, devouring the heavens!!

The next instant, a pitch-black vortex suddenly appeared in his mouth, and as the vortex spun, a terrifying suction force swept in all directions, causing the surrounding air to whistle sharply.

The Saint Venerable Realm cultivator didn't even have time to let out a final wail before being instantly swallowed by the vortex and devoured by Mo Fan.

A powerful being in the mid-stage of Saint Venerable was actually swallowed alive like this!

This horrifying scene caused the other two Saint Venerable cultivators to tremble violently, their teeth chattering uncontrollably, cold sweat dripping down their foreheads and soaking the ground beneath them. Their eyes were filled with extreme fear, and even their pleas for mercy were stuck in their throats.

"Sister, what exactly is the young master's true form? He has such a terrifying fetish... He devours a dignified Saint Venerable Realm cultivator so easily!"

Shen Fengyao, standing to the side, turned pale with fright. She gripped her sleeve tightly with her delicate hands and hurriedly sent a telepathic message to her sister, Shen Yueli, her voice trembling slightly.

Shen Yueli's expression was also quite unnatural, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she still tried to remain calm and reassured her through telepathy: "Yao'er, although the young master is a demon cultivator, he is by no means as bloodthirsty and cruel as other alien races, otherwise you and I would have already lost our lives."

Most cultivators from other races have habits and interests that are different from ordinary people. Perhaps the young master's cultivation method requires devouring powerful enemies to improve.

Remember, never try to uncover the young master's secrets. As long as we sincerely follow him and remain dutiful, we will be safe.

“Sister is right!” Shen Fengyao took a deep breath, suppressing her fear, and a determined smile gradually appeared on her face. “No matter what the young master’s true form is, he is genuinely good to us sisters. He is the only one in this world who would protect us. I will follow the young master for the rest of my life!”

Seeing her sister like this, Shen Yueli felt a hint of relief in her eyes and nodded gently.

Ao Qingyao, standing to the side, gazed at Mo Fan's retreating figure, her phoenix eyes filled with a thoughtful expression, as if she were pondering something.

"Young Master, what should we do with these two?" Yuan Shan stepped forward, his gaze falling on the remaining two Saint Venerable cultivators, and asked respectfully.

"Senior, spare my life!"

"I beg you, senior, have mercy and spare my life! I am the ancestor of our clan. If I die, hundreds of thousands of our clan members will be left without protection and will surely be bullied and their lives will be in danger!"

Startled by Yuan Shan's words, the two immediately burst into tears, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly until their foreheads were covered in blood, their voices filled with desperate pleas.

Looking at the two white-haired, emaciated old cultivators before him, Mo Fan couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

Who would have thought that these two seemingly ordinary old men were actually the pillars of a family?

This also gave him a deeper understanding of the cruel reality of the cultivation world, where the strong prey on the weak.

"You worry about your own people, but have you ever thought about the lives of the hundreds of thousands of people in the Wu family?"

Mo Fan's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a chilling edge, "Those who kill will be killed. From the moment you decided to aid and abet evil and attack the Wu family, your fate today was already sealed!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the two people's despairing faces, and his tone softened slightly: "However, Heaven cherishes life, and I am not a bloodthirsty cultivator."

"Your crimes are unforgivable, so become my ghostly servants and stay by my side to atone for your sins. If you perform meritorious service in the future, you will be freed!"

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Fan had already activated his supernatural powers.

A ferocious golden tiger-striped mark suddenly appeared between their brows, from which two dazzling soul-binding chains shot out, piercing through the brows of the two cultivators like two bolts of lightning.

"Do not!!"

The two let out a shrill scream, their primordial spirits struggling desperately, but they were no match for the power of the Soul-Binding Chains. In the end, they were forcibly separated from their bodies, turning into two phantoms, which were pulled by the chains and drawn into the ghost space between Mo Fan's eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Fan raised his hand and grabbed the two people's storage space, which flew into his hand and was then stored away with a sweep of his divine sense.

He then summoned the Xuanhuang Gourd, from which a chaotic ray of light shot out, enveloping the two bodies that had lost their primordial spirits and instantly refining them completely, leaving not a trace behind.

The series of actions were performed in one smooth and clean motion, which secretly shocked the Shen sisters and Ao Qingyao watching from the side.

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I've been so busy lately visiting relatives, so I haven't been able to update much. Please forgive me!