Published: March 3, 2025
CHAPTER 403: Late Stage of Foundation Establishment
"We are allies, aren't we?"
Ye Menghua said anxiously.
Seeing the other party's gaze shift towards her, she instinctively tensed up, appearing extremely nervous.
Liu Yu gently smiled and shook his head, saying,
"I didn't want to reveal my identity, but without following the 'normal process' to obtain the spiritual herbs, I had no choice."
"In the cultivation world, isn't killing to silence witnesses perfectly justified?"
"If it were you, Daoist Ye, what would you do?"
His eyes fixed on her, filled with a playful smile.
Upon hearing this, Ye Menghua's face turned pale in an instant. She opened her lips, wanting to retort, but the words stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter a single sound.
Indeed, isn't this the norm in the cultivation world?
Thinking back on her journey, wasn't this how it had always been?
Not to mention her earlier treatment of the White Cloud Temple cultivators, which had shown no mercy, all while considering killing to silence them.
Now, what right did she have to plead for mercy?
"What if I am willing to become a servant?"
Ye Mengran's face was pale, offering a sorrowful smile.
"Alas."
Liu Yu sighed softly and shook his head gently.
With a flip of his palm, the azure yang devil fire appeared, transforming into a small blue bird that flew towards her.
"The world has many misunderstandings about me."
"I am not cruel, but this world is just like this!"
The azure bird flapped its wings as it approached, and as the firelight grew brighter, words reached Ye Menghua's ears.
Instinctively, she wanted to summon a magical artifact to defend herself, but in the end, she abandoned the futile struggle and allowed the azure firebird to collide with her body.
"I wish in the next life, I won't be a cultivator!"
After uttering this final sentence, exhaustion and pain flashed in Ye Menghua's eyes, and then she turned to ashes.
Liu Yu etched this complex expression into his memory, remained silent for a moment, and then used the azure yang devil fire to reduce the corpses to ashes.
The bodies had been dead for some time, the spiritual energy dissipated almost completely, and most of the vitality had flowed away, providing very little "fuel."
Although the fuel was scarce, even a little could accumulate.
In just two breaths, all the corpses had been burned to ashes, leaving behind piles of black residue.
Liu Yu waved his hand, drawing strands of flames back into his palm, condensing them into a flickering spark.
"Seven degrees."
It was brighter than before, showing a slight improvement.
Liu Yu nodded with satisfaction, holding the azure yang devil fire as he approached the magic formation's protective shield and gently pressed down.
"Poof."
The deep blue and light blue mixed flames instantly spread across the azure shield, making a strange sound.
It sounded like raw meat entering a hot oil pan, or sulfuric acid splashed onto a person's face—an ear-piercing noise.
A burst of azure light radiated, making it difficult to distinguish whether the flames were part of the shield itself, as blue intertwined and became indistinguishable.
The flames burned fiercely, yet peculiarly, there was no increase in temperature in the air.
Liu Yu calmly observed the scene before him.
Now that the azure yang devil fire had reached the eighth transformation, breaking through this unattended second-tier medium-grade formation was effortless.
He didn’t have to wait long; the spiritual light of the azure shield began to flicker and finally disappeared.
Liu Yu swept his spiritual consciousness to carefully check for any possible dangers before stepping inside.
A vibrant array of colorful spiritual herbs filled his sight.
On nearly twenty acres of spiritual farmland, various oddly shaped spiritual herbs were planted, neatly arranged, and the lowest were all second-tier spiritual herbs.
However, there weren’t as many as he had imagined, since this spiritual farmland was certainly not as wondrous as that of the Immortal Abode.