Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Chapter 788: Chapter 660: Blood Transformation Divine Saber

Ding Chunhua fell silent upon hearing the words.

"What? Don’t want to tell?"

Shen Xuan’s tone turned cold.

"No."

Ding Chunhua shook her head and said, "It’s not that I don’t want to say, but we simply don’t know this technique!"

"Only by returning to the Demon Realm and having the Young Master personally take action can our Demon Pills be re-condensed."

She revealed the truth.

This kind of core secret technique of the Demon Race is not something ordinary demon generals like them can grasp.

Shen Xuan nodded slightly, which seemed reasonable.

"When will the Golden Spirit Race make a large-scale invasion into this realm?"

"I don’t know."

Chunhua replied with a bitter smile, "Although our Golden Spirit Race is responsible for the conquest of the Five Countries of Yan, Liang, Song, Lu, and Yue, all actions must follow the orders of the Holy Race."

Seeing Shen Xuan’s apparent confusion, she added, "The Holy Race is the Royal Family of the Demon Realm, akin to the emperors of the Human Race. Our Golden Spirit Race is just a middle-ranked group."

Shen Xuan seemed to be in deep thought.

He glanced at Ding Chunhua and then at Niu Dali, suddenly asking, "Judging by your aura, you should belong to the Phantom Demon Race, and Fellow Daoist Niu should be from the Minotaur Demon Race. Why do you both serve the Golden Spirit Race?"

The flame of hope flickered slightly in Ding Chunhua’s eyes, as she hurriedly explained with a hint of flattery in her voice, "In the Demon Realm, we are like loose cultivators among the Human Race, struggling with scarce resources and having nowhere to turn. Joining the Golden Spirit Race is merely a means of survival. Fellow Daoist Shen, we’re also helpless. Could you..."

"No."

Shen Xuan once again shattered her fantasy.

Yet he did not act immediately but instead asked, "Tell me about the customs and power dynamics in the Demon Realm."

A mix of emotions flashed across Ding Chunhua’s eyes. Realizing that survival was hopeless, she let go.

She organized her thoughts and slowly began to describe the strict caste system within the Demon Race, the conflicts and struggles among various forces, and the peculiar geographical environment and resource distribution of the Demon Realm...

Standing silently, Shen Xuan listened, nodding slightly, showing signs of contemplation.

The Demon Realm is not a monolithic entity; its internal conflicts are even more brutal than those of the Human Race.

This information was extremely valuable to him.

This discussion lasted for two entire hours.

Outside the cave, the sky began to show signs of dawn.

"In the depths of the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss, it’s said that an ancient True Demon sleeps..."

Ding Chunhua hadn’t finished speaking.

Shen Xuan suddenly interrupted her, "Fellow Daoist Ding, well said."

He spoke calmly, "The sky is now bright, I must take my leave."

Both Ding Chunhua and Niu Dali’s bodies stiffened simultaneously.

"Don’t worry,"

Shen Xuan said softly, "I won’t go back on my word regarding what I promised you."

Before he finished speaking, he tapped the air with his fingers like a sword!

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

Two slender yet sharp Sword Qi accurately pierced into their minds’ seas.

Ding Chunhua and Niu Dali felt as if their minds’ seas were struck hard, an intense pain suddenly enveloped them, and in that instant, their consciousness plunged into eternal silence.

The cave returned to its quiet state.

...

In the depths of the Golden Spirit Race’s sacred place in the Demon Realm, within a dark, enclosed chamber.

The walls densely hung with hundreds of black Soul Tokens, each inscribed with different demonic names, emitting a faint glow and sinister Demonic Qi.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of two tokens breaking echoed vividly within the silent chamber.

At the center of the room, a handsome man with golden skin suddenly opened his eyes, revealing dark golden pupils.

This person was none other than Jin Lijian, the Young Master of the Golden Spirit Race.

With eyes sharp as electricity, he instantly locked onto the source of the sound.

Two Soul Tokens on the wall were now broken, their demonic glow completely lost.

"Niu Dali and Ding Chunhua, both perished simultaneously?"

"Who in the Spirit Stream Secret Realm could simultaneously kill both of them?"

Just then, the stone door of the chamber was gently knocked, and a soft, delicate female voice came through, "Brother, Rou’Er seeks an audience."

"Enter."

Jin Lijian restrained his aura.

The stone door slid open, and a charming, gorgeous young woman gracefully entered.

Her skin fair as snow, every smile and frown captivating, she was Jin Rou’Er, Jin Lijian’s half-sister.

Though not born from the main wife, she was raised under Jin Lijian’s mother, making them quite close.

Jin Rou’Er stepped inside, her enchanting gaze sweeping through, spotting the two shattered Soul Tokens, a hint of surprise flashing across her lovely face, "Niu Dali and Ding Chunhua? They were no weaklings, both perished?"

"Yes."

Jin Lijian’s face was dark.

"What brings you here?"

Jin Rou’Er collected herself and presented a Jade Scroll emitting faint spatial fluctuations, respectfully handing it over.

"Just received an urgent report from the secret agents of the Xuan Yuan Realm; it’s suspected that True Master Profound Ice of Cyan Cloud Sect, Shen Xuan, has infiltrated Yue Country under a false name and possibly blended into the Spirit Stream Secret Realm!"

"What? Him again!"

Jin Lijian abruptly stood up, Demonic Qi surging around him violently, his dark golden eyes erupting with terrifying killing intent.

He grabbed the Jade Scroll and scanned it with his Divine Sense, his face suddenly becoming exceedingly grim.

"No wonder Niu Dali and Ding Chunhua fell!"

Jin Lijian gritted his teeth, "That scoundrel Shen Xuan, hauntingly persistent. He sealed his cultivation and infiltrated the Spirit Stream Secret Realm. Otherwise, with the abilities of Niu and Ding, even if they were in the Foundation Establishment Realm, it would have been impossible for both to fall!"

Jin Rou’Er also changed slightly, "Brother, you sent them to the Spirit Stream Secret Realm? Was it for the rumored Primordial True Water?"

"It wasn’t baseless."

Jin Lijian suppressed his anger, speaking coldly, "I have definite information. Within the depths of the secret realm, in the underground abyss, the Primordial True Water indeed converges! I intended for them to secretly retrieve it, but that scoundrel disrupted my plans again!"

"The Heavenly Dao Rules of the Spirit Stream Secret Realm only permit the Foundation Establishment Realm. How could Shen Xuan, a Golden Core Cultivator, enter?"

Jin Rou’Er’s brows furrowed slightly, asking in confusion.

"Rules are not ironclad."

Jin Lijian’s gaze flickered, "If he’s willing to pay the price and use secret techniques to forcibly seal his Golden Core, establishing a new Dao Foundation, it’s not entirely impossible."