Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

Yang Yang left just like that, exactly as he had said before—if Xu Ming could take his spear strike, he would walk away immediately. And he did, cleanly and decisively, without any hesitation.

This made Xu Ming regard Yang Yang a little more highly.

Although everyone stood on different sides, Xu Ming found himself admiring Yang Yang as a person.

Especially since he had always thought barbarians were unreasonable.

Yet Yang Yang was so reasonable that Xu Ming actually felt a little uncomfortable.

“Sigh, what a mess.”

The demon clan man rested his large blade on his shoulder and rubbed his head.

He had actually wanted to fight Xu Ming for another two hundred rounds.

Xu Ming’s previous sword strikes had completely ignited his battle lust.

But now, seeing Xu Ming in this state, he no longer had the mood to fight.

Even though Xu Ming had appeared calm and unbothered while countering Yang Yang’s spear strike, anyone with sharp eyes could see that dissolving that attack had cost him a great deal of strength.

And though it seemed like only Xu Ming’s arm was bleeding, in reality, Yang Yang’s spear had inflicted considerable internal injuries.

If he fought Xu Ming now and won, it would be an unearned victory.

“Ah, forget it, forget it.”

The demon clan man ruffled his hair in frustration, then looked up at Xu Ming and shouted, “Hey! Human brat, my name is Cui Jian. Remember that! Next time we meet, we’ll have a proper fight!”

Xu Ming looked at the demon clan man, momentarily stunned. Then, he clasped his hands and bowed slightly. “Then I’ll see you in the Southern Demon Kingdom.”

“You’re coming to the Southern Demon Kingdom?” Cui Jian was taken aback for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter. “Good, good, good! Then I’ll be waiting for you in the Lion Kingdom! Until then, don’t you dare die on me!”

With that, Cui Jian slung his blade over his shoulder and turned to leave.

With both Yang Yang and Cui Jian giving up on the main fruit of the Blood Bodhi, Xu Ming, who was the closest to it, naturally took it.

The moment Xu Ming grasped the Blood Bodhi fruit, he felt a scorching heat in his palm.

Frowning, he plucked the fruit and stored it in his spatial pouch.

Glancing at his hand, he saw that his palm had already been burned black, the skin charred.

Xu Ming leaped down from the tree.

The surrounding cultivators instinctively took two steps back.

Seeing Xu Ming descend, a few reckless cultivators, assuming he was already at his limit, tried to kill him and steal his loot.

In response, Xu Ming swung his sword once.

Like straw figures, those cultivators were instantly cleaved in half, their very souls shredded by his sword aura.

Another group of seven or eight cultivators charged forward, only to meet the same fate.

They had forgotten one thing—though Xu Ming was injured, killing cultivators of his own realm or even those one level above him was not particularly difficult for him.

In fact, Xu Ming felt that he had never fought such an easy battle before.

Back in the past, fighting across realms was routine for him—sometimes even across multiple realms.

But here, most people were in the Dragon Gate Realm, with a few at the Golden Core Realm. Though their cultivation wasn’t exactly weak, it wasn’t particularly strong either.

As the rest of the crowd watched their peers rush in only to be slaughtered instantly, fear took hold.

Cultivators were, after all, highly self-preserving.

And these were the prodigies of various sects and kingdoms—people who valued their lives even more.

Even though they could technically overwhelm Xu Ming with sheer numbers, ultimately killing him, they knew one thing—

Xu Ming wasn’t invincible.

But he wasn’t someone they could afford to mess with right now.

And he was wounded, yes.

But not nearly enough for them to take him down without dire consequences.

But who could say for sure that, in the siege against Xu Ming, they wouldn’t be the one to die?

And even if they managed to take him down, then what? Wouldn’t the Blood Bodhi’s main fruit still end up in a chaotic scramble? What were the chances that they would actually survive and claim it for themselves?

Xu Ming stepped in front of Zeng Rong and his companions.

“Spare us! Top Scholar, we won’t dare again! Truly, we won’t dare again! We were completely blinded by greed!”

Zeng Rong knelt before Xu Ming, repeatedly kowtowing.

Xu Ming simply looked at them calmly. “I’ll give you a chance. If one of you speaks the name of the person who ordered my death, I will spare the other three. How about that?”

The moment Xu Ming finished speaking, the four of them exchanged glances.

They all knew that none of them would sacrifice themselves, but each was trying to find a way to make the others speak.

For a moment, their eyes were filled with wariness, but all four remained silent.

How could they make someone else confess? They all understood that each of them was incredibly selfish—so selfish that they would rather die than let someone else live at their expense. If they were going down, they would drag the others with them.

And Xu Ming, of course, knew this too. That was precisely why he had made the offer.

“Top Scholar, are you really unwilling to give us a way out?” Wang Mingshan asked grimly.

“Heh.” Xu Ming chuckled coldly. “How about this instead? The four of you can fight to the death among yourselves. The last one standing—I’ll let them go. This is your final chance at survival.”

“Begin now, before this cage of sword energy pierces through you.”

Xu Ming didn’t even look at them as he turned and walked toward Shi Xin.

And the moment he turned his back, the four of them began to slaughter each other.

By the time Xu Ming reached Shi Xin, only one remained standing within the sword energy cage.

He struggled forward, step by step, trying to step out.

But just as he was about to cross the threshold, the severely wounded Bai Zhan collapsed, his breath ceasing.

Xu Ming clenched his left hand.

The sword energy cage instantly shrank!

Before their souls could escape, they were shredded into nothingness.

“You see…” Xu Ming smiled at the woman before him. “I won again.”

Shi Xin: “…”

Xu Ming waved his hand and began descending the mountain, his voice drifting back:

“When you see a three-year-old child carrying a gold brick and making trouble, the world is full of demons.”

“Beside the smiling Maitreya, the guardian Weituo stands and all demons become saints.”