Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 1087 - 459: Valley of Ten Thousand Demons

Three months later.

Xu Ping’s figure silently appeared at the outskirts of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

From the outside, the valley looked much the same as he remembered it.

Towering mountains, shrouded in demon qi, with giant vines entwining the peaks, and various exotic flowers and plants dotting the landscape, still presented a scene of vibrant life mixed with a wild aura.

However, upon closer inspection, a slight difference could be sensed.

The number of disciples and demon cultivators coming and going in the valley seemed less dense than before.

Moreover, most appeared hurried, with a lingering heaviness and gloom between their brows, as if the entire sect was enveloped in an invisible haze, as though they had just endured some major blow.

Xu Ping’s brow furrowed slightly.

He still had a lingering affection for the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

Seeing this scene, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern in his heart.

Without alerting anyone, his figure seemed to merge with the breeze as he quietly slipped into the interior of the valley.

The Mountain Protection Array, capable of repelling Nascent Soul cultivators, was ineffectual before his current divine techniques, not even stirring a ripple.

Relying on his familiarity with the valley’s terrain and his overwhelmingly powerful divine sense, he avoided all patrolling disciples and restrictions, heading straight for the Blue Water Peak from his memory like a phantom.

Moments later, he stood quietly atop Blue Water Peak.

His divine sense spread like liquid mercury, instantly enveloping the elegant palace atop the peak.

Inside, the familiar presence he sensed was sitting alone, breathing steadily, but carrying a faint trace of...sorrow.

Xu Ping’s heart stirred, and he no longer hesitated.

In a flash, space seemed subtly twisted by an invisible force.

The next moment, he suddenly appeared inside the palace, silent and unobtrusive, as if he had always been there.

Inside the room, incense smoke curled.

A graceful silhouette stood by the window with her back to him, gazing at the mist-covered mountain scenery outside.

She wore a light blue long dress, with intricate snowflake patterns embroidered in silver thread on the hem, gently swaying with the breeze blowing in from outside, highlighting her graceful and mesmerizing figure.

The passage of hundreds of years seemed to have left no trace on her jade-like face, still as magnificently pure as ever, like a snow fairy detached from the mortal world.

It was indeed True Monarch Lan Ling.

However, at this moment, her exquisite profile was shrouded with a faint layer of melancholy, like a beautiful jade tainted with dust, arousing pity.

The instant Xu Ping revealed himself—

True Monarch Lan Ling’s delicate body trembled violently.

The blood drained from her elegant face, replaced by extreme vigilance and anger.

A torrent of mid-stage Nascent Soul’s powerful spiritual power erupted unreservedly, instantly filling the entire room.

She turned abruptly, with brilliant blue ice crystals already condensed on her jade-like hands, containing terrifying power that could freeze the divine soul, ready to strike at the uninvited guest fearlessly.

However, when her eyes, filled with anger and astonishment, clearly saw the intruder’s face, the imposing aura that had reached its peak suddenly paused like a pricked balloon.

She was wholly stunned, her lips slightly parted, her beautiful eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief.

"Junior Brother Ruchen?!"

She couldn’t imagine that this figure, haunting her thoughts for hundreds of years, causing her worry, anger, and even longing, would suddenly, without warning, appear before her.

Xu Ping looked at the unmatched beauty he hadn’t seen for centuries, at her eyes unconcealed shock and a trace of complex emotions hidden deep within, revealing a gentle smile tinged with a hint of apology on his face.

"Senior Sister Zhaoxue, long time no see."

His voice was calm, carrying a trace of steadiness, instantly pulling True Monarch Lan Ling back to reality from extreme shock.

After all, True Monarch Lan Ling was a Nascent Soul cultivator, her willpower far surpassed that of ordinary people.

After the initial gaffe, she quickly gathered her overflowing aura, and the cold gradually receded from the room.

But her gaze at Xu Ping turned incomparably complex, with concern, joy, but more than that, a kind of resentment and questioning accumulated over hundreds of years.

"Junior Brother Ruchen.......why did you leave without a word back then?"

This question had been held in her heart for too long.

Xu Ping smiled wryly at her words and shook his head: "Senior Sister, it was an act of necessity back then."

"What I carried implicated too much. If I had informed you then, I’m afraid the wrath of the Heaven-Suppressing Sect would have descended immediately, destroying the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons."

The gravity in his words made True Monarch Lan Ling’s face change slightly:

"So it was indeed related to the Heaven-Suppressing Sect.... Shortly after you left, True Monarch Wan Yang of the Heaven-Suppressing Sect personally came to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, aggressively searching for your whereabouts.

"The sect was too weak to forcibly resist."

"True Monarch Wan Yang..."

A flash of coldness appeared in Xu Ping’s eyes, his killing intent swept through like something tangible, "I see."

He had always wondered how the Heaven-Suppressing Sect, even with its immense power, could track some of his movements so accurately.

It turned out this was the root cause.

This person had long been marked for inevitable death by him, now it’s just another name added to the list.

Feeling the trace of killing intent on Xu Ping that made her heart palpitate, True Monarch Lan Ling became even more worried, urgently advising:

"Junior Brother, you must be careful, do not reveal any information lightly, lest the Heaven-Suppressing Sect detect your whereabouts.

"Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable! The Heaven-Suppressing Sect is not something we can contend with..."

However, her words were interrupted by Xu Ping’s calm voice before she could finish.

Xu Ping looked at her, still bearing that reassuring smile, but the words he spoke struck True Monarch Lan Ling like a thunderclap: