World Defying Dan God Chapter 001 - Hell Spirit Grass

Bolts of lightning tore across the sky as dark clouds blanketed the heavens. A massive downpour was on the verge of unleashing.

Within Wohu City, Chen Xiang gazed upward at the sky and muttered to himself, “I cannot delay any longer. If I don’t find a good spirit herb soon, I might never get the opportunity again.”

Chen Xiang had just turned sixteen this year, his frame sturdier than those of his peers. Despite his handsome features and youthful vigor, his eyes carried a maturity absent in others his age.

Though his grandfather served as the Patriarch of the Chen family, Chen Xiang lacked Spiritual Veins and thus gathered herbs on his own. Without Spiritual Veins, he couldn’t cultivate martial arts. From childhood, he had rigorously tempered his body and ventured out in secret for training, even battling a tiger-like beast once. Young as he was, the countless brushes with death had hardened his mind far beyond his peers.

“Chen Xiang? What are you doing out here? A storm is brewing! Are you sure you want to be caught in this weather?” An elderly steward approached while speaking. Witnessing Chen Xiang’s daily toil, the old man couldn’t help but feel admiration. Yet, a trace of pity lingered in his gaze.

For six years, Chen Xiang had toiled relentlessly in practice. Yet he remained trapped at the 3rd level of the Mortal Martial Realm. Peers in the Chen family his age had already broken into the 4th level, with some even reaching the 5th.

All because he possessed no Spiritual Veins. Consequently, the family paid him little heed, treating him merely as an ordinary clansman.

Devoid of Spiritual Veins, he never lost heart and persisted in his grueling training. The struggle itself brought him a profound sense of fulfillment.

“Old Ma, I was just heading out to gather some herbs.” Chen Xiang chuckled and dashed toward the steward, who sighed deeply while shaking his head. “It’s pointless without Spiritual Veins. No matter how hard you train, you won’t progress!”

Chen Xiang had endured such words his entire life, yet he refused to yield, vowing never to abandon his path.

A middle-aged man approached them. “Xiang Er, are you really venturing out in this storm?” With a faint smile, Chen Xiang replied, “Dad, the storm offers a perfect chance to pick herbs since no one else will compete for them.”

The man was Chen Xiang’s father, Chen Tianhu—a renowned and powerful cultivator, prime contender to succeed as Patriarch of the Chen family. Despite his son’s limitations, he constantly supported Chen Xiang, occasionally slipping him rare pills. Regrettably, those pills proved ineffective.

“Here.” Chen Tianhu gave a helpless smile and tossed a small box to Chen Xiang.

Catching it without peeking inside—knowing it held a pill—Chen Xiang grinned. “Dad, thanks. Now I won’t have to sneak Old Ma’s chickens for my health.”

The remark furrowed the steward’s brow; he hadn’t realized his chickens were at risk.

As Chen Xiang departed, Chen Tianhu sighed. Though influential in the Chen family, the elders guarding the pills were stringent, viewing them as vital cultivation treasures. He could only procure a handful for his son. Sadly, their scant quantity yielded minimal impact.

What father wouldn’t wish success for his child? Lacking other options, Chen Tianhu could only supply pills and pray for fortune.

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‘Immortal Devil Cliff’. A barren wasteland, where a shirtless youth now descended the sheer face.

Amid the pounding rain, Chen Xiang scaled downward along the cliff! Perilous indeed, for ‘Immortal Devil Cliff’ plunged endlessly, shrouded in black Qi exuding a deadly aura that deterred all approach.

Still, Chen Xiang braved it to harvest herbs, inching toward the ravine’s depths. Word of this would brand him insane. In a forsaken abyss choked with death Qi—where even birds avoided—spirit herbs thriving seemed inconceivable.

Chen Xiang wasn’t foolish; he knew ‘Immortal Devil Cliff’ had endured for ages, perpetually steeped in Death Qi.

Logic dictated no spirit herbs could sprout in such a barren void, but Chen Xiang rejected that notion. Extremes birthed purpose, and he suspected this ceaseless Death Qi stemmed from a fabled spirit herb.

‘Hell Spirit Grass’. Deadly in name, this peculiar herb could revive flesh on bare bones. It typically sprouted in ancient battlegrounds or graveyards brimming with Death Qi.

Rain alone sank the black Qi, thanks to the deluge, letting Chen Xiang peer into the chasm. He pressed deeper, hunting the ‘Hell Spirit Grass’.

He sought not the ‘Hell Spirit Grass’ for personal use but to barter it for precious pills, escaping his plight and surging in power.

Relentless rain pelted Chen Xiang, drenching him uncomfortably and slicking the rocks. He proceeded with utmost caution, descending carefully to avoid a fatal slip.

The ‘Immortal Devil Cliff’’s depths remained a mystery; many had plunged in, none returned. A fall equaled doom!

Two hours elapsed under ceaseless rain. Years of training had forged Chen Xiang’s robust body, letting him drop dozens of feet into the abyss.

Scanning his surroundings warily, Chen Xiang spotted a suitable shelter. Then, his heart raced at a discovery.

‘Hell Spirit Grass!’ Chen Xiang exclaimed in thrill, staring downward at what resembled a white sesame flatbread. He was certain: the legendary ‘Hell Spirit Grass’.

Black Death Qi filled the gorge, and the ‘Hell Spirit Grass’ blended seamlessly with the cliff’s hue, rendering it nearly invisible.

Bursting with excitement, Chen Xiang steadied himself, rested briefly, then resumed his descent.

Soon, he reached the ‘Hell Spirit Grass’. Swallowing hard, he eyed the bowl-sized white herb pulsing with vibrant life force.

Grasping the ‘Hell Spirit Grass’, Chen Xiang judged it over a thousand years old. Auctioned, it would fetch a king’s ransom.

Securing the spirit grass in his storage pouch, Chen Xiang grinned: “Haha! Time for this young master’s salted fish to flip and soar!”

Selling the ‘Hell Spirit Grass’ would buy top-tier pills, propelling his cultivation skyward!

As rain tapered off, content with his prize, Chen Xiang forwent further search and began the arduous climb up. His limited strength made ascent treacherous.

Over half an hour later, the cliff quaked violently! Chen Xiang’s heart pounded in dread. Glancing up, he saw pebbles tumbling down. The shaking intensified as they plunged into the void.

“Damn it, I finally snagged the ‘Hell Spirit Grass’ and now this! Heavens, are you messing with me!” The sudden quake drew bitter curses from Chen Xiang. Clinging to the jagged rock, he fought for composure to avoid plummeting.

Quakes grew fiercer, despair gripping Chen Xiang. Looking up again, a massive boulder hurtled toward him as his handhold fractured.

“God, I just obtained the Hell Spirit Grass, yet you hurl me to hell—are you f**king with me!” Chen Xiang cursed helplessly. Black Qi surged upward, and his grip shattered...........

“Ah - !” Chen Xiang tumbled into the black Qi-filled abyss, his cry laced with bitter reluctance....

After untold time, Chen Xiang’s eyes fluttered open. Shockingly, light pierced the depths, and water lapped around him. He could breathe!

Surfacing, Chen Xiang found himself in a pool glowing with white aura.

Even more staggering: nearby sat two breathtaking long-haired beauties on the ground. Shockingly, they were nude! Their flawless jade forms lay bare before him!

Their pristine faces resembled flawless jade carvings, without blemish. Ample twin peaks crowned slender, silky waists. Stunning and mesmerizing... Chen Xiang had never beheld such divine women.

The erotic spectacle stunned Chen Xiang into paralysis, face aflame, heart and breath halted! The girls crouched, gazing at each other. Only after a while did they notice him, yet they ignored him completely—leaving Chen Xiang humiliated by their indifference.

Snapping from his daze, Chen Xiang surveyed the crumbling crevasse: fissures and craters everywhere, shattered stones strewn about, shreds of white silk amid the debris hinting at a fierce clash. He guessed these girls had battled, shredding their garments.

Chen Xiang couldn’t fathom why these ravishing women fought in this abyss, but their might was unfathomable—shaking earth and toppling peaks.

“They caused this mess, toppling the cliff and sending me crashing down. Luckily, I survived!” Anger mixed with curiosity toward these enigmatic beauties burned in Chen Xiang.

Chen Xiang crept closer to the pair, entranced by their perfect jade bodies.

Dubbed hell beside ‘Immortal Devil Cliff’, this abyss felt like heaven to Chen Xiang: a serene white-aura pool, flanked by two naked stunners.

Now, the girls spotted fiery red eyes leering from afar, igniting shame and fury within them.