Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

Chapter 1976 The Origin of the Ferocious Beast!

In the void...

Cheng Buzheng lowered his eyes to look down at the struggling sea serpent, his expression calm and expressionless. He murmured softly as his lips moved slightly:

"A minor demon at the Golden Core Realm!"

"...His cultivation level is moderate, and his physique is resilient; he's more than enough for experiments."

Immediately,

He raised his hand again, his fingertips lifting slightly.

Behind him, the thick array of light that separated the sea and sky had a surface shimmering with spiritual light, and a narrow, fine gap silently appeared.

Within the gap, there was not a five-colored spiritual light, but a thick, dark, blood-red radiance.

The red color was eerily strange and unsettling.

It seemed capable of devouring all light.

The crimson light condensed into a beam, rapidly piercing through the gap and precisely shooting into the imprisoned sea serpent's body.

In an instant, a shrill, hoarse cry of pain echoed throughout the sea.

The sea serpent's massive body convulsed and trembled violently, its flesh beneath its dark scales twisting and writhing.

It felt as if countless foreign objects were ramming and tearing inside my body.

Its once clear vertical pupils became cloudy and blurred at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Reason quickly vanished.

In the blink of an eye, the cold, dark snake eyes were completely stained with blood, transforming into a pair of eerie, bloodthirsty, scarlet eyes.

The originally pure and gentle savage demonic energy quickly faded away, replaced by a violent, cold, and tyrannical dense bloodthirsty aura.

A dark and malevolent aura coiled around the snake's body, making the surrounding seawater cold and viscous.

After a few breaths, the screech gradually subsided.

The sea serpent stopped struggling and hovered stiffly in the void.

At this moment, it had no trace of demonic energy, only pure, violent, and ferocious aura, which was cold and terrifying.

Its scarlet snake eyes were empty and numb, devoid of any intelligence.

Like a cold, ferocious beast that only knows how to kill.

Cheng Buzheng gazed quietly at the results of his own modifications, a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashing across his cool eyes.

"Just as I expected," he muttered to himself, his tone flat.

"The bloodthirsty aura can obliterate the mind of demonic beasts, clear their consciousness and spiritual intelligence, causing them to lose their self-awareness and become violent and disorderly;

It can also temper the body and strengthen muscles and bones.

The snake's current physical strength far exceeds its previous peak condition.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he felt the urge to investigate:

"Next, we will investigate its bloodline mutation before making a final conclusion."

A wisp of delicate, pure, colorless divine thought quietly seeped out from between his brows, like an invisible thread, and slowly disappeared into the sea serpent's body.

The divine sense travels through the skin and flesh, penetrates the bones, and meticulously examines the blood vessels.

After a while,

Cheng Buzheng withdrew his divine sense, his gaze resolute, his tone calm:

"very good.

The bloodline has been completely eroded and destroyed by the bloodthirsty energy, and the foundation of its inheritance has been completely severed.

From this day forward, this ferocious beast will never again be qualified to awaken its bloodline talent, will never regain its intelligence, and will be utterly reduced to a tool of slaughter.

Looking at the sea serpent before him, now devoid of consciousness and only displaying ferocity, Cheng Buzheng couldn't help but recall the various ferocious beasts he had encountered in the Xianyang Secret Realm in the past.

The modified sea serpent before them was no different from the mindless, bloodthirsty, and murderous beasts in the secret realm.

"In this light, the ferocious beasts in the Xianyang Secret Realm are most likely transformed from various demonic beasts by powerful Xianyang experts."

His gaze was deep and thoughtful as he calmly analyzed the rules involved:

"Even if such ferocious beasts have an extraordinary stroke of luck and manage to break through to the half-saint realm, there is absolutely no possibility of them regaining their intelligence."

Even if it later breaks through the shackles by brute force and advances to become a divine beast, it will still retain its original ferocity and will be unable to develop intelligence.

Moreover, their cultivation level is stuck at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, only able to touch a smattering of the power of laws, with no further room for improvement.

Just a few breaths later...

All the speculations and conclusions took shape in his mind, logically sound and without any omissions.

"Since the speculation is correct!"

Next, we proceeded steadily according to the original plan.

He made a decision in his heart, and then gently waved his sleeve.

The blood-red sea serpent, still twitching weakly in the void, had been erased without leaving a trace.

next moment,

Cheng Buzheng's figure blurred, his footsteps light, and his figure suddenly melted into the stagnant void, disappearing without a trace.

at the same time,

The narrow gap in the array's light barrier slowly closed.

The light flowed, restoring its original heavy and vast appearance.

The sea returned to calm, the water gently churned, and the sea breeze continued to howl.

This sea area seemed to have never been set foot in before.

All the strange and unexpected events just now were like a dream, leaving no trace.

This day!

The uninhabited void area where the Inner Sea meets the True Dragon Sea is an airspace that has never been set foot in for many years and has always been quiet and silent.

But at this very moment...

The previously calm and stagnant void suddenly began to ripple with extremely faint, transparent waves.

The ripples were extremely light, initially like fine lines on a lake surface touched by a gentle breeze, spreading silently in all directions.

Next second,

A crisp, sharp cracking sound suddenly rang out.

Click!

A piercing shattering sound tore through the void barrier.

In the dark void, a large, slender, and fair hand with distinct joints suddenly emerged.

That hand, seemingly calm and gentle, actually carried a boundless power that surpassed heaven and earth.

With a slight contraction of the five fingers and a gentle pull, a narrow, dark crack was instantly torn open in the void barrier.

Within the crack, undercurrents surged.

Then, a tall, slender figure with an upright posture and elegant attire stepped out calmly.

Who else could this be but Cheng Buzheng?

He stood silently in the vast void, his long, ink-black hair gently ruffled by the invisible winds of space. No trace of his imposing aura emanated from him; his presence was subtle and restrained.

It was as if they had merged into this void.

Only a pair of deep, dark eyes, as cold and clear as an icy pool, looked down at the vast sea below.

Looking down, the island floating above the blue sea below was as small as a speck of dust, enveloped by the vast ocean.

Cheng Buzheng pursed his thin lips slightly, murmuring to himself:

Let's start here!

The instant the thought settles...

Before Cheng Buzheng could even raise any spiritual light or show any unusual signs, his figure vanished into the void like wisps of smoke, leaving no trace of his presence.

Looking up again...

Thousands of miles away, beyond that isolated island shrouded in multicolored light, the deathly void slightly distorted, and a tall, slender figure appeared out of thin air.

This was Cheng Buzheng, who had just disappeared.

next moment,

Cheng Buzheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a thought suddenly occurred to him.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure as vast as a boundless ocean suddenly erupted from his body, and the invisible and intangible power swept across the heavens and earth, crushing the surrounding air and spiritual energy.

The void trembled violently, rippling with layers of black waves, and even the surrounding flowing spiritual energy instantly froze.

Boom!

A terrifying pressure slammed into the multicolored protective light barrier surrounding the island, causing the entire island to tremble violently.

The fourth-order defensive array, forged with countless rare and precious materials, immediately emitted a dull creaking sound as it struggled to bear the weight.

The ear-piercing scraping sound echoed throughout the entire island.

On the array's light screen, countless fine ancient runes appeared one after another, with gold, blue, green, purple, and yellow lights flashing alternately and uncertainly.

The runes trembled incessantly, and some of the patterns even began to show fine cracks.

The edges of the light curtain were slightly concave and distorted.

It seemed as if it would succumb to the pressure and completely break apart at any moment.

Inside the palace deep within the island...

A middle-aged cultivator, dressed in a green wooden Taoist robe and with a resolute face, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

This person is none other than the Lord of Wood Dragon Island, whose cultivation is stable at the late Nascent Soul stage, and who is the ruler of this island.

The instant the oppressive force touched the array, he keenly sensed the violent anomaly within it.

And that unfathomable, terrifying aura.

Without the slightest hesitation, the azure aura around the Wood Dragon Island Master surged, and streaks of azure light appeared beneath his feet. His figure transformed into a streak of azure light that pierced through the sky, rapidly breaking through layers of clouds and mist.

In less than a breath...

The Wood Dragon Island Master arrived in front of the constantly trembling array light screen, and his gaze instantly locked onto the lonely, slender figure in mid-air.

The initial rage born from the attack on the grand formation subsided upon encountering that obscure yet familiar aura…

All his anger vanished instantly.

Instead, there is a deep-seated awe and reverence.

The Island Master of Wood Dragon Island quickly withdrew his spiritual power, suppressed his aura, lowered his posture slightly, and looked extremely solemn.

Then,

He raised his hand and formed a hand seal for the array. A flash of light appeared at his fingertips, and the originally tense and trembling multicolored light screen slowly cracked open, allowing passage.

The Lord of Wooden Dragon Island bowed his head, clasped his hands in greeting, and spoke in a respectful and humble tone:

"Your subordinate greets the Chairman!"

"I was unaware of your sudden arrival, Master. I have not been able to greet you properly. Please forgive me!"

Just as the Lord of Wooden Dragon Island bowed in respect...

Behind it, deep within the island, several streaks of light of different colors shot into the sky, piercing the azure horizon.

The smooth liquid fell into the void, revealing its form one by one.

The dozen or so cultivators were all surrounded by a heavy and condensed Nascent Soul Realm spiritual power, their auras were calm and steady, and they were all Nascent Soul True Monarchs guarding the island.

And among this group of Nascent Soul cultivators...

There was a very inconspicuous gray figure, whose spiritual energy was dim and restrained, and whose aura was hazy and obscure.

It may seem ordinary, but its true depth is unfathomable.

It is far beyond what ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators can compare to.

This person was none other than the Supreme Elder of the once-powerful Wanxian Sect, a top-tier sect that commanded respect in the region.

Now that his sect has fallen into ruin, he is atoning for his sins on this island, and his cultivation has reached the level of a half-saint.

He is also the only semi-saint level expert on this island.

The immense pressure that Cheng Buzheng released just now, though fleeting and not specifically targeted at the cultivators on the island, was enough to shake the entire world.

If the Island Lord of Wood Dragon Island could sense it, then naturally the Nascent Soul True Monarchs who had been guarding the island for many years could also sense it.

The Supreme Elder of the Myriad Immortals Sect, who was at the Half-Saint Realm, had an extremely keen sense of perception.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines and dared not slacken in the slightest. Following closely behind the Island Master of Wood Dragon, they all bowed and lowered their heads, showing perfect manners.

"Your subordinate respectfully welcomes the arrival of the Chairman!"

"We warmly welcome the Guild Master!"

"Zui Xiu, welcome, Guild Master."

The Supreme Elder of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect spoke in a low, hoarse voice, his tone carrying a solemn air of atonement.

In mid-air...

With his robes fluttering, Cheng Buzheng walked slowly through the air and entered the island's light curtain.

His indifferent gaze lingered briefly on the dejected, suppressed-looking half-elder of the Myriad Immortals Sect, his eyes remaining calm and unreadable.

Then he slowly swept his gaze over the group of Nascent Soul True Monarchs below who were bowing in respect.

next moment,

With a gentle wave of his wide sleeves, a mild power emanated, supporting the bowing figures of the crowd, and his clear, calm voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth:

"Everyone, get up."

"Thank you so much, President!"

The cultivators responded in unison, their voices perfectly synchronized.

They then slowly straightened up, none of them daring to look directly at the figure in mid-air.

Cheng Buzheng's gaze immediately and precisely landed on the bowed, respectful-looking Lord of Wooden Dragon Island. Without any unnecessary pleasantries, he spoke directly and to the point:

"Is everything ready?"

The simple question, though posed by the Nascent Soul True Monarch, stirred something within them.

A series of subtle gazes simultaneously fell upon the Lord of Wooden Dragon Island.

At this moment, they realized that the Lord of Wood Dragon Island must have been hiding important information.

Otherwise, the esteemed and busy guild leader would never have personally descended upon this remote border island without a reason.

In an instant...

Everyone suddenly understood why the Wood Dragon Island Master, who usually followed the association's lead and was cautious and conservative, always appeared calm, composed, and confident in front of them.

Obviously,

The Lord of Wood Dragon Island must have known some of the secret information in advance, so he was confident and had no need to worry.

Although a slight displeasure arose in everyone's hearts at being kept in the dark, this feeling came quickly and dissipated even faster.

They were all Nascent Soul True Monarchs who had cultivated for many years and were meticulous in their thinking. In an instant, they figured out the key to it.

This matter was by no means intentionally concealed by the Island Master of Wood Dragon Island; it must have been due to a strict confidentiality order issued by the association's higher-ups, who were strictly prohibited from revealing even the slightest detail.

The Immortal Cultivation Association has extremely strict confidentiality regulations and is always impartial.

Whether it's someone who leaks secrets without authorization or someone who deliberately pries into forbidden secrets, once discovered by the Association's Enforcement Hall, they will face rigorous scrutiny.

At best, their cultivation will be abolished and they will be banished to forbidden areas.

In severe cases, the soul will be scattered and the spirit will never be reincarnated.

Without the constraints of regulations, the Wood Dragon Island Master alone would not be able to withstand the combined rejection of all the Nascent Soul cultivators present.

Upon thinking of this,

The slight displeasure in everyone's hearts vanished instantly, leaving no trace of resentment.

Just as the Nascent Soul True Monarchs were pondering and their thoughts were churning...

Island Master Mulong dared not be negligent in the slightest, and quickly stepped forward, bowing and clasping his hands again, his tone respectful and solemn:

"Reporting to the President, everything has been prepared strictly according to the association's plan. There are no oversights in terms of supplies, manpower, and preliminary arrangements. We await your instructions."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Buzheng nodded slightly, his expression remaining indifferent, devoid of any extra emotion.

"In that case, take me to the coordinates marked by the array master."

"Yes!"

The island lord of Mulong bowed in agreement, then gestured for them to proceed, displaying a humble attitude.

"President, this way please."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wood Dragon Island Master moved and flew off towards the edge of the island, always keeping a respectful distance of half a step behind, leading Cheng Buzheng towards the sea in the southeast.

Two figures, one in green and one in white, streaked across the azure sky, instantly transforming into two tiny specks of light that disappeared into the horizon.

Once the two figures had completely disappeared into the distance...

The Supreme Elder of the Myriad Immortals Sect, who remained on the island, slowly withdrew his gaze.

A complex and indescribable sense of melancholy flickered in his cloudy eyes.

...(End of this chapter)