Chapter 387: Blood Peach

"Hm?"

On the deserted island, Fang Xing was about to open his storage bag when a streak of light shot toward him.

Within the streak, unmistakably, was a tiny black palace no bigger than a palm.

"Wuji Demon Palace?!"

He was slightly startled—since deciding to eradicate the Wuji Sect, he had long gathered information and knew this was the sect's legendary treasure.

Yet he never expected this sixth-rank treasure to fly straight to him on its own.

"Treasure automatically seeks me out? Do I have such virtue, fortune, or destiny?"

Fang Xing's cultivation avatar stepped forward and casually cast a treasure-retrieval hand seal.

The seal wasn't particularly refined, yet the Wuji Demon Palace trembled slightly and obediently landed in his palm, willingly cooperating with his refinement.

Moments later.

Boom!

Before Fang Xing's eyes, a magnificent palace appeared, its length, width, and height all exceeding a kilometer.

The palace had nine faces, each wall inscribed with countless dark, grotesque demonic runes, collectively forming the Wuji Sect's transcendent inheritance—the *Heavenly Demon Nine Strategies*!

"It's a void treasure? And one with such immense capacity?"

Fang Xing's eyes instantly brightened.

Though cultivators in the late Qi Condensation stage could afford storage bags, their capacity was pitifully small.

This pitiful limitation persisted even at Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stages, which is why major trading guilds and escort companies still thrived.

But this sixth-rank void treasure, the Wuji Demon Palace, was different—its internal space was vast.

Beyond this hall lay an even larger expanse, filled with abundant spiritual veins, forming a fully functional spiritual ley line network!

*It's already taking shape as a miniature realm—though its scale and spiritual energy are still insufficient… yet it's perfect as the sect's final foundation and treasure vault.

Fang Xing couldn't help but muse: *Perhaps… this is the true "Wuji Sect."*

Through communication with the Wuji Demon Palace's spirit, he gradually understood why he had received this legendary treasure.

Because that's the demonic philosophy: the strong dominate, the weak are devoured!

He had slain Meng the Old Devil—therefore, he was the natural heir to the Wuji Demon Palace.

After all, the *Heavenly Demon Nine Strategies* were given freely; how many cultivators in the world could resist practicing them?

In the demonic path, strength is the ultimate virtue!

The demonic treasure sought him out because he was strong enough to kill its previous master.

"This treasure has a rebellious spine."

Fang Xing was taken aback, but he wouldn't discard it—it was still a sixth-rank transcendent treasure.

"Hmm, not only is this demonic treasure rebellious, but even the island's protective array spirit on 'Wu Zui Island' is the same… Wuji Sect itself is the core of the 'Eight Directions, Ten Desolation Sin Array'… If I bring it there, the array spirit will submit willingly and clear the way for me… as long as I ensure Wuji Sect has a single lineage left?"

"Demonic cultivators really are pitiful."

Fang Xing had originally thought that after destroying Wuji Sect, its array spirit would be like the one from the Yuan Shen Sword Sect—unyielding, obsessed solely with revenge.

Instead, it had bowed so easily, groveling on the spot.

*But this, of course, benefits me.

Fang Xing stood atop the Black Death God's shoulder, and it instantly transformed into a terrifying streak of light, hurtling toward Wu Zui Island.

Since he had slain Meng the Old Devil, he couldn't let go of Wuji Sect's sixth-rank spiritual vein.

Better to secure it all at once—this alone would suffice for his future breakthrough to Transcendence!

…

Over the sea where Wu Zui Island lay, the sky was perpetually shrouded in dark clouds, waves crashing violently—the environment was utterly hostile.

Though unfit for mortals, its unique conditions produced countless heavenly treasures, making it a famed blessed land in the Hanhai cultivation world.

On this day,

above Wu Zui Island,

streaks of Nascent Soul cultivation light flashed through the air, some even clashing in battle.

"Hah… Meng the Old Devil is finally dead—we're free!"

"Damn it, how could my master's life tablet shatter?"

"Now that Master Meng Tianzun is dead, our sect has no Shen Transformation cultivators—we must guard the array, or we have no chance of survival…"

Numerous Nascent Soul True Lords clashed, their spiritual treasures radiating light that could obliterate heaven and earth, including several Great True Lords.

Meng the Old Devil was capricious, often punishing Nascent Soul True Lords by imprisoning them in the Sin Hall, binding them with restrictions.

Now, at last, retribution had come.

But demonic cultivators never cared about what happened after their death—he likely felt nothing.

Just as Wu Zui Island descended into chaos, a terrifying hundred-meter giant automaton suddenly appeared in the sky.

The automaton took human form, its body covered in steel armor and jagged white bone spikes.

In its hands, it held a demonic palace.

"Is that… the array's core—the Wuji Demon Palace?"

A cold-faced Great True Lord, upon seeing this, turned pale: "How could Master Meng Tianzun have taken such a core artifact outside?"

"Trouble!"

An elder demonic cultivator at Nascent Soul peak instantly turned into a streak of light and fled: "Rumors say the Wuji Sect's spirit and the array spirit both have rebellious spines… Master Meng Tianzun himself only gained their loyalty by killing all rivals—this is a disaster…"

Previously, Wuji Sect was only passed among demonic cultivators, since ordinary Shen Transformation cultivators wouldn't carry their array core outside—yet Master Meng Tianzun had both the ability and the authority!

The result? Total defeat—he'd handed over his entire legacy to someone else.

"Where is the array spirit?"

Fang Xing sent waves of white-glowing energy into Wu Zui Island.

Instantly, a vast, intricate array materialized from the void.

It contained endless illusions, sins… saturated with all manner of suffering.

A flash of light, and a monstrous beast appeared.

It had seven heads and eight strange tentacles, its many eyes locking onto Fang Xing: "Since you've gained Wuji Sect's recognition, let me ask—do you intend to preserve the Wuji Sect's lineage?"

"Wuji Sect can become one of my factions, though it will require thorough cleansing."

Fang Xing smiled and replied.

"In that case, I submit."

The array spirit beast had no objection to Fang Xing's planned purge.

That's the demonic way—whichever demon lord rises, he always purges, gathers cultivation resources, and promotes his own followers.

Such bloody chaos is normal!

After all, for demonic cultivators, other cultivators' bones, flesh, blood, and souls are all prime resources!

Even demonic cultivators practicing similar or inferior arts are no exception!

The *Heavenly Demon Nine Strategies* even contain methods to compel cultivators to refine themselves into demonic artifacts, corpses, blood pills…

One by one, demonic True Lords stared in stunned silence as the very array meant to protect them opened willingly—like inviting thieves inside.

*Heh… they've lived too short a time, never truly witnessed the cruelty of the cultivation world.

Fang Xing rode the Black Death God into Wu Zui Island.

Then… streaks of light flashed, and one by one, Nascent Soul True Lords lost all life, falling like cut wheat.

To him, all demonic Great True Lords were Meng the Old Devil's loyalists, disciples, or concubines—all must die.

Beyond that, he killed whoever displeased him, whoever knelt too slowly.

In the end, eliminating over ninety percent was sufficient.

As for the problem of Wuji Sect becoming a hollow shell?

What did that have to do with Fang Xing?

In the cultivation world, supreme cultivators decide everything—as long as he retained his Transcendence-level power, no one would dare covet the sixth-rank spiritual vein.

Besides, he didn't need such a vast sect.

He only needed to rule Wu Zui Island and regularly harvest Ningying, Huashen, and even Lianxu treasures—enough.

"Submit… or die?"

Standing atop piles of corpses, his cultivation avatar smiled at the few remaining Nascent Soul True Lords.

"We… submit."

Clearly, demonic cultivators had supple spines—they knelt immediately.

"Good. Take me to the sect's treasure vaults. Also, seal off the spiritual herb gardens and other key areas."

"All other cultivators return to your caves immediately. Wu Zui Island is locked down—anyone caught wandering or attempting to escape will be executed."

…

In a mist-shrouded valley,

the surrounding void bristled with countless restrictions, like walls of vivid, multicolored barriers.

The valley floor was littered with bones—both beast and cultivator.

Fang Xing even spotted a vine bearing individual "Divine Nascent Fruit"!

Waaah!

One Divine Nascent Fruit ripened, plummeting from midair with the cry of an infant.

Its skin rapidly turned fleshy, releasing a tempting, fragrant aroma.

But no one went to pick it.

No—a dim yellow mist enveloped the Divine Infant Fruit just before it touched the ground.

Then the Divine Infant Fruit rapidly shriveled, wrinkled… and finally turned to dust.

Yet this faint yellow mist carried the entire essence of the Divine Infant Fruit to the valley's center, onto a gnarled peach tree.

The peach tree appeared ancient beyond measure, yet bore few green leaves.

Upon its branches hung a half-grown peach, half-green and half-deep red.

Within the red half, the flesh seemed alive with countless veins writhing, swiftly absorbing the essence just released by the Divine Infant Fruit.

"So this is the Pantao tree you mentioned?"

Fang Xing turned to a mid-stage Nascent Soul demonic cultivator beside him.

This demonic cultivator was named Tian Yuan, the fastest to kneel among the Wuji Sect's disciples—he had even voluntarily led Fang Xing to the largest spiritual herb garden on Wuji Island, to witness the Wuji Sect's Profound Soul treasures!

"Precisely… this celestial root is suspected to be from the higher realm; it eventually came into the Wuji Sect's hands, and we expended great effort to revive it… though its nature has shifted somewhat."

"It absorbs vast amounts of flesh and blood essence, feeding on the essence of Divine Infant Fruits… it is highly uncanny."

Tian Yuan's eyes gleamed with fervor: "This rare Pantao yields one 'Blood Peach' every thousand years. If a Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak of their realm consumes it, they gain a significant chance to break through to Profound Soul!"

(End of Chapter)