Chapter 712: Moon Worship Cult (7400-word supplement)

How terrifying is the might of a Nascent Soul?

With just a light strike from a Dharma Treasure, more than half of the entire Langhuan Jade Terrace was smashed to collapse!

And Zong Laoguai, who was beneath the Black Jade Seal, turned into ashes without even a sound!

In the sky, dozens of Golden Core Ancestors, stepping on Dharma Treasures and protected by flowing light, all faltered, cold sweat seeping from their foreheads.

Had that Black Jade Seal just now landed on the head of any one of them, they would have had no confidence in surviving!

Seeing Fang Laozu annihilate the Paper Cultivator with one blow, they couldn't help but call out one after another: "The Ancestor's divine might!"

"Demons, monsters, and Side Sects and Heterodox Paths... how dare you come here to make a fool of yourselves!"

"With the Ancestor here, our Far West Countries are as stable as Mount Tai!"

The other cultivators didn't know what to feel in their hearts.

"Moon Worship Cult? You Ghost Cultivators have actually formed a sect?" Aaron's tone was indifferent, his expression revealing neither joy nor anger, yet those Golden Core Cultivators' expressions changed drastically.

Aaron muttered to himself, then felt a sense of emotion.

"Haha... you Ghost Cultivators want to negotiate with us righteous cultivators; I wonder if your Cult Leader is present?" Aaron asked with a smile.

Aaron rolled his eyes internally, but on the surface, he said righteously: "This Ancestor and Ghost Cultivators are irreconcilable! Kill!"

"It's the Beggar Demon; this person practices the Art of Maiming and Dissection! He is proficient in the 'Art of Creating Livestock' and has harmed many children in the Flower Country! These Monster Beasts were refined by him using humans!"

That feeling of blurring the line between life and death made every cultivator shudder.

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of many Golden Core Cultivators changed repeatedly; could there actually be more?

"As expected of a Nascent Soul monster, his Divine Sense is extraordinary!"

'Forget it... you don't even have a Cult Leader... if a Nascent Soul-level Ghost Cultivator had appeared in the Far West, would I not know?'

The Weird arts brought by this Blood Moon truly open one's eyes!

For instance, that Paper Demon looks like his days are numbered; his lifespan might not even be as long as an ordinary mortal's!

And he has the nerve to talk about Changsheng!

"Painted Skin Demon! This demon is highly skilled in the Art of Painted Skin... Legend has it that every time he peels off a skin and puts it on, he can completely obtain the other party's cultivation! This Third-rank Demonic Beast should be the 'Black Wolf King' of Black Wind Mountain; to think it also met such a tragic end!"

"This Paper Demon was originally just a mortal, and only a few years have passed? He can even turn Zong Laoguai into a puppet... This, this is unreasonable!"

The carriage curtain pulled open, revealing a pale-faced young man with a sickly smile on his face: "I wonder if the Ancestor would be willing to become my paper doll?"

After all, a mortal putting on a human skin can possess the physique and Dharma Power of a Golden Core Monster Beast... This is simply too terrifying!

It is also too unsettling for the Dao hearts of these cultivators!

……

Doing the most ruthless things while saying the most cowardly words—that was exactly him.

The remaining Golden Core Cultivators' expressions changed slightly.

Most were still mainly observing.

At this moment, a blood line appeared on the lower abdomen of the Black Wolf Demon, and then a pair of jade hands pulled it apart from the middle. A delicate beauty walked out, and the massive wolf skin automatically shrank, turning into a black cloak that fell onto the beauty's fragrant shoulders.

The Painted Skin Demon replied with a smile.

'But paper doesn't last long either...'

'Unexpectedly... after the Mysterious and immortal cultivation combined, not only did they not all turn into monsters, but they gave birth to weird vitality... These arts like paper folding, creating livestock, and painted skin... can be considered to have expanded the boundaries of immortal cultivation, right?'

Aaron's expression remained unchanged: "You alone are no match for this old man... let the others come out!"

His body was covered in colorful small storage bags, and as he gave a light tap, various strange-looking birds and beasts jumped out, circling around him like guards.

Beside the paper doll carriage, an old, filthy beggar suddenly appeared, his mouth full of yellow and black teeth, his hair messy and sparse, and he was so thin he was nothing but skin and bones, looking as if he were about to die at any moment.

"Paper Demon... this is the Paper Demon's carriage... the person inside that carriage must be the Paper Demon!"

More than one Golden Core Cultivator muttered in their hearts.

"Cough, cough... indeed... we formed the Moon Worship Cult just to find a place to stay in the Far West." The Paper Demon said: "Cough, cough... I ask you fellow Daoists to grant us a way to survive... otherwise, if the world is plunged into misery, that is not what we wish for."

A Golden Core Cultivator said with great wariness.

……

"Our Cult Leader is unpredictable; who knows, perhaps next time he comes out of seclusion, he will be comparable to a Nascent Soul!"

But Aaron looked at the Four Great Dharma Kings and knew that their paths were actually all flawed; the price to practice them was extremely high!

'Perhaps when practicing to the later stages, one must transfer their consciousness into a paper doll?'

They were even... quite tempted!

After all, the combat power is extremely fast to acquire, and if one could truly achieve Changsheng... then what else is there to say?

An old Golden Core cultivator sighed.

Aaron couldn't be bothered with their flattery; he simply rose into mid-air and said coldly: "Come out, all of you!"

Meanwhile, accompanied by the trembling of the earth, two more terrifying figures came rushing over.

One of them was a huge mountain of flesh with countless faces appearing on its surface; it was a 'Meat Demon Mountain' born after a Golden Core cultivator fell into the Demonic Dao.

If these Weird cultivators were to unite, the Four Great Dharma Kings alone could probably wipe out any Golden Core sect!

"This method of the Ghost Cultivator... the progress is truly... astonishing!"

Moon worship does not necessarily lead to becoming a monster; one might also gain some benefits.

An aged voice rang out.

On the other side was a Third-rank Demonic Beast; its body was like a mountain, its fur sharp and straight like swords—it was a Black Wolf Demon!

"The Four Great Dharma Kings of the Moon Worship Cult greet Fang Laozu and all fellow Daoists!"

Could it be... that there are still Ghost Cultivators hiding nearby?

Just as they were secretly communicating with their Dharma Treasures and using the Spirit Eye Technique, white flakes suddenly began to drift down from the sky.

But cultivators are all cunning and shrewd; they clearly understood the principle that there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world... therefore, although some voluntarily fell into the Demonic Dao, they were only a very small minority.

The guards standing watch near the carriage and horses, the servants and maids crowding around... were all, shockingly, paper figures!

"Heh... do you lot think you can deceive this old man by relying on the Paper Folding Technique to create four avatars?"

The Golden Core Cultivator who had spoken before let out a cry of alarm.

Yet in their expressions, there was the submissiveness and loyalty of living people...

That woman bowed gracefully in a delicate manner and spoke with a smile.

The so-called 'Paper Demon' was naturally the first mortal to comprehend the Paper Folding Technique; of course, whether the Demon Cultivators acknowledge that is another matter...

"A Nascent Soul cultivator is indeed extraordinary..."

With a single command, he ordered those Golden Core Cultivators to attack the Four Great Dharma Kings of the Moon Worship Cult.

That was not snow, but pieces of paper money the size of copper coins!

Amidst the sky full of paper money, a team of carriages and horses made entirely of paper rode upon black clouds, approaching through the air.

To tell the truth, if the matter of Moon Worship were not so unpredictable in life and death—where one might not only obtain various Weird Secret arts and scriptures... but also have the possibility of becoming a Blood Demon, Meat Demon, or Bone Demon—he might have been unable to resist trying out the methods of a Ghost Cultivator.

Aaron seemed to have a plan in mind: "Their true bodies are not in this place. As long as you understand their Weird magic and do not touch the taboos, they are merely four slightly more troublesome Golden Core Cultivators... Do not be intimidated! Their true bodies are one hundred and fifty miles to the southeast!"

Upon hearing these words, the expressions of the Four Great Dharma Kings of the Moon Worship Cult changed repeatedly...

(End of this chapter)