Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 869 - 387: Upgrading the Myriad Demon Banner (Part 2)

"Greed is the path to self-destruction."

Xu Ping stood on a solitary reef, the sea breeze rustling his dark robe, his gaze clear and cold, "After slaying one Fourth Rank Middle Grade and one Fourth Rank Lower Grade, I must stop. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is nearly perfected with the souls it requires."

At this moment, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner hovered beside him, its surface shining with a restrained blood light, yet it faintly exuded a suppressive feeling that made souls tremble.

The mournful wails of countless souls within the banner had turned into low sobs, as if numerous fierce demons were accumulating power.

With its formidable might, Xu Ping was confident that even if a top-tier Mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator were to attack, under the banner’s shadow, there would be no path but defeat and destruction.

...

Two months later, at the edge of the outer sea, "Immortal City Bilan."

This city was originally a sizable gathering place for cultivators, built on a large Spirit Vein, making it quite prosperous.

The City Lord was a Loose Cultivator at the Early-Stage Nascent Soul, usually at peace.

However, on this day, Immortal City Bilan became a hell on earth!

"Ah... spare us, demon!"

"No!"

"Run, it’s the old Nascent Soul demons, the old Nascent Soul demons are massacring the city!"

Desperate and hopeless screams, cries, and the thunderous sound of collapsing buildings filled the air, piercing the sky.

The previously peaceful Immortal City was now shrouded in billowing smoke, flames blazing high.

Countless cultivators fled like headless flies, only to fall like stalks of wheat under the blood-colored demon light.

In the void, a figure wielding a demon magic Spirit Treasure swept it in a blood-colored light, draining the essence and souls of hundreds of low-tier cultivators, with them dying tragically on the spot.

As for the direction of the City Lord’s mansion, countless poisonous insects were swarming to attack the Early-Stage Nascent Soul City Lord.

The intense collision of Spiritual Power and the hissing of the poisonous insects clearly showed that the Early-Stage Nascent Soul City Lord was desperately resisting, but his aura was already waning, and his defeat and death were only a matter of time.

The overwhelming resentment, blood qi, and death qi rose like wolf smoke, visible clearly from a hundred miles away.

And at this moment.

In the sky above the sea, a thousand miles away from Immortal City Bilan, two inconspicuous Escape Lights suddenly halted.

It was Xu Ping and Shui Hu Shu.

Xu Ping’s dark robe fluttered in the sea breeze.

"An old demon cultivator is massacring the city?"

Xu Ping’s deep eyes, as profound as an abyss, gazed toward the direction of Immortal City Bilan, where the blood and resentment qi rose high.

Clearly, these old demon cultivators seized the chance during the outbreak of the beast tide to massacre the city amidst chaos.

After pondering briefly, Xu Ping decided to take a look.

He originally didn’t want to stir up any trouble; his plan to hunt demons was nearing its end, ready to conclude.

But the aura of the two demon cultivators executing the massacre, Xu Ping found inexplicably familiar.

Moreover... the essence of the two Mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators was precisely the best key for his Ten Thousand Souls Banner’s advancement to the Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure quality.

Obtaining the essence of just one would be enough.

"You submerge into the deep sea, concealing your aura, hiding in the dark. Without my orders, do not reveal yourself or make a move," Xu Ping ordered, unwaveringly.

"Yes, master."

Shui Hu Shu unhesitatingly submerged into the sea, disappearing instantly, his aura concealed as if he were a stone on the seabed.

Xu Ping performed a hand seal, and the Thousand Illusion Concealing Pearl silently circulated within his sleeve.

He shifted his form, and his aura and appearance changed instantly.

Transforming into a middle-aged demonic cultivator with a sinister face and faint blood-red aura entwined around him.

Subsequently, Xu Ping vanished like a gust of wind merging with the background, stealthily heading toward the battlefield of slaughter.

...

Above the City Lord’s mansion in Immortal City Bilan.

"Old fool, still resisting? Your essence, I’ll take it now," Wan Du Demon Monarch sneered.

A hundred-zhang long green toxic dragon formed by countless poisonous insects roared out, carrying a terrifying corrosive breath that struck fiercely toward the faltering azure fire ring.

"Puff!"

The City Lord Bilan could no longer hold on, wildly spewing blood; the copper cauldron emitted a lamenting sound as it went completely dim.

The azure fire ring shattered.

Desperation flickered in the City Lord’s eyes as he prepared to self-detonate his physical body.

A sudden transformation occurred.

Two strands of almost invisible, hair-thin ethereal glimmers shot out from the edge of the battlefield without warning from an inconspicuous shadow.

Their speed surpassed the limits of Divine Sense perception.

Like two threads of death piercing through time and space, ignoring spatial distance, they instantly appeared before Wan Du Demon Monarch and True Monarch You Tong.

The Soul-Breaking Needle!

Double needles unleashed!

"What?!"

"Not good!"

The grin on Wan Du Demon Monarch and True Monarch You Tong’s faces immediately froze, turning into extreme terror.

A chilling fear that froze everything surged over them at an instant, like the Nine Nether cold tide! Their thoughts, Mana, even the automatic responses of their protective Spirit Treasures, were forcibly "frozen" at this moment!

Too fast! So fast they couldn’t even react in thought! That lethal glimmer had arrived!

"Puff! Puff!"

Two barely audible muffled sounds.

Wan Du Demon Monarch’s head snapped back abruptly, dark green blood oozing instantly from his seven orifices.

He emitted a half-human-like wail of grief, and the poisonous cloud swirling around him suddenly lost control and dispersed.

True Monarch You Tong suffered even worse.

His proud Secret Technique of You Tong burst with filthy black blood from being pierced as if by red-hot steel needles.

The Soul-Breaking double needles heavily injured the Divine Souls of the two Mid-stage Nascent Soul Demon Monarchs.

However, the strength and tenacity of the Divine Soul of a Mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator were ultimately far beyond comparison to a Fourth Rank Middle Grade Demon Beast.

Especially True Monarch You Tong, whose cultivation technique focused on Divine Soul Secret Techniques. Despite being heavily injured, he was not without resistance.

"Who is it?!"

True Monarch You Tong let out a hoarse roar, a mass of black qi enveloped him.

Wan Du Demon Monarch also forcibly endured the soul-tearing pain, his dark green Nascent Soul wrapped around the Wan Du Soul-Devouring Banner, frantically retreating!