Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

Chapter 1966 Determination, Negotiation!

Above, where fierce winds howl...

Cheng Buzheng's robes billowed wildly, and his hair floated freely amidst the chaotic spiritual energy filling the sky.

A chilling and resolute determination suddenly flashed across his deep, dark eyes.

"no!

We absolutely cannot let this old monster remain in this realm.

Even at the cost of severely damaging his foundation and depleting his cultivation, we must force this old monster out of this world!

His gaze fell, piercing through layers of thick clouds, overlooking the vast land below.

Once Shark Minghong permanently resides in this realm, given the bloodthirsty nature of the Purgatory Clan's progenitor...

Within a hundred years, this land will surely be devastated and barren.

Even though Cheng Buzheng had undergone trials and tribulations, his temperament had long been tempered into a resilient and cold one.

Almost heartless

But faced with hundreds of millions of living beings, we ultimately cannot sit idly by and remain indifferent.

Apart from all living beings under heaven...

There is another, more genuine reason hidden deep in the heart.

Within this world, there are still his Cheng family bloodline members, all of whom are his descendants.

If this world falls, our bloodline will be slaughtered and completely eradicated.

This bond left him no room to back down.

The powerful and terrifying energies intertwined and clashed with each other.

Fine cracks in the space continued to spread from their bodies.

Both sides had their own thoughts, and their minds were racing.

The oppressive atmosphere in the void was extremely intense.

It felt as if a world-destroying war was about to erupt at any moment.

Just then...

Suspended in mid-air, Shark Minghong slowly raised his head, his turbid and deep gaze piercing through layers of dark thunderclouds, looking towards the very top of the sky.

There, dark clouds gathered into a sea, with a gigantic vertical eye hovering in the center, its pupils flashing with lightning, overlooking everything below, exuding an aura of dominance over heaven and earth.

A moment later,

Sha Minghong withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the two figures facing each other from the north and south.

The murderous aura swirling around him subsided slightly, his violent and bloodthirsty nature fading somewhat, and he let out a soft sigh.

The sound pierced through the howling wind and slowly spread:

"Young friend, you are very lucky."

"To think that he could awaken such a unique and unparalleled innate talent."

As soon as these words were spoken, the tense atmosphere of confrontation in the void subtly eased for a moment.

Cheng Buzheng's eyebrows twitched slightly, his gaze carrying an undisguised strangeness as he stared intently at Shark Minghong opposite him.

At that moment, countless questions arose in my mind:

This old monster has always been arrogant and domineering, looking down on everyone and never hesitating to kill. Why did his tone suddenly become gentle just now?

Could it be that the other party also lacks absolute certainty of escaping from the array formed by the powerful Langya expert, and therefore intends to back down?

The thought suddenly came to mind, causing Cheng Buzheng's tense mind to relax slightly.

But he remained on guard, his aura still locked onto his opponent.

after all!

The progenitor of the Purgatory Clan lived for countless years and possessed a deep and cunning mind, far from being as simple as he appeared on the surface.

Before Cheng Buzheng could fully grasp the situation...

Sha Minghong's deep voice once again resounded throughout the heavens and earth, breaking the brief silence:

"However, young friend, you are still a bit short of the skill to rely on these advantages and this strange talent of creating clones to keep me here."

"Once the great war between you and me breaks out, this world will collapse completely, and billions of living beings will be annihilated."

To avoid a lose-lose situation and wasting our resources, how about we each take a step back?

The earth trembled as his voice rose and fell.

The [Purgatory Annihilation Millstone] hovering beside Shark Minghong suddenly trembled slightly. Dark red and eerie runes flowed across the thick, black millstone body, and layers of rolling purgatory black flames burst forth from the millstone.

A desolate, violent, and terrifying aura, capable of crushing mountains and rivers and shattering the Great Dao, swept across all directions.

The surrounding void instantly collapsed, creating numerous folds.

The immense power that had been dormant within the Great Mill for countless years was fully awakened, and the subtle Daoist charm flowing within it was domineering and unparalleled.

It was as if with just a slight exertion, one could sweep across the four seas and eight wastelands, crushing all enemies.

Feeling this terrifying pressure, Cheng Buzheng's heart suddenly trembled, and his heart was filled with solemnity.

Yet his expression remained calm and indifferent, without the slightest ripple, and his aura was as steady as a rock, showing no sign of panic.

It truly lives up to its reputation as the supreme treasure of the Purgatory Clan, passed down through countless ages!

At this moment, the terrifying aura he was holding back was already comparable to his personal protective treasure, the Chaos Dao Tribulation Sword.

When the High Priest of the Purgatory Clan activated this treasure back then, the power it unleashed was less than one percent of what it is now.

Only now did he truly realize that the ancestor of the Purgatory Clan had always deliberately suppressed his strength and never used the true power of the [Purgatory Annihilation Millstone].

The power that is now fully revealed is the peak state that this supreme treasure should have possessed.

Overbearing and unparalleled, suppressing all ages.

Countless thoughts raced through Cheng Buzheng's mind, fleeting in an instant.

But without the slightest hesitation, he suppressed the gravity in his heart, cupped his hands, and spoke in a deep, calm voice:

"What you say makes sense, senior. I wonder how we can compromise?"

I humbly request your guidance, senior.

Seeing that Cheng Buzheng's attitude had softened and he was willing to negotiate, Shark Minghong stopped trying to intimidate him, toned down some of the imposing aura emanating from the Great Millstone, and stared intently at Cheng Buzheng with his dark eyes, saying directly:

"Fellow Daoist has now transformed into a Venerable One of the Human Race, lying dormant in this world."

Although I am unaware of your schemes or plans, I have no intention of deliberately sabotaging them.

"Let's set some rules here!"

All the resources of this world will be divided between you and me.

After we demarcate our territories, we shall henceforth refrain from interfering with or intruding on each other, each cultivating our own paths and peacefully establishing ourselves in this realm.

Upon hearing this,

Cheng Buzheng lowered his eyes slightly, pondered quietly for a moment, and then his clear, cold voice slowly rang out:

"Divided into two?"

"good."

Sha Minghong nodded slightly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.

"Within this world, what cultivation resources are there, whether it be spiritual veins, rare materials, or other treasures?"

The entire territory and its population will be divided in half.

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Buzheng calmly interrupted him.

Cheng Buzheng's expression was cold and solemn, his gaze unwavering, and he spoke clearly, word by word:

"Resources are negotiable and concessions are possible!"

But human cultivators and mortals of this world must not be distinguished.

"Your cultivation requires the nourishment of living beings' blood and energy, so you may seek them out yourself. Monsters, sea beasts, and exotic beasts from beyond the realm are all acceptable."

As long as they are not human beings, I will not interfere with your actions; you are free to do as you please.

With this remark,

The gentle atmosphere of the negotiations in the void shattered instantly.

Sha Minghong frowned slightly, the gentleness in his eyes completely vanished, replaced by a chilling coldness. The infernal aura surrounding him stirred once more, and he spoke in a deep voice:

"Young friend, are you so stubborn that there's absolutely no room for negotiation?"

"No."

Cheng Buzheng's tone was firm and resolute, without the slightest wavering. His gaze was fixed directly on the other party, and he refused to yield an inch.

"Humans are of great use to me. I will never hand over the human beings in this world to your control."

"Humph."

A cold, icy snort echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Shark Minghong's expression turned completely cold, a chilling killing intent permeating his entire being. His dark, vertical eyes bulged with malevolence, and he showed no further interest in negotiation, speaking crisply and decisively:

"Since you insist on this, there's no point in saying more."

"Then let's see who's stronger! I want to see if you can stop me today!"

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted, and the dark clouds in the sky churned violently.

An overwhelming pressure, capable of destroying heaven and earth, swept over us, and a great battle was about to break out, causing the entire world to tremble incessantly.

But in that critical, life-or-death moment...

Cheng Buzheng suddenly suppressed his fighting spirit.

He knew very well that both sides were at their peak at the moment, and once they went all out, it would not be a simple matter of victory or defeat.

This battle will have a global impact, shattering mountains and rivers.

The lives of countless mortals and cultivators in this world will become sacrifices in this great battle.

He could not gamble the survival of countless people on a perilous and unpredictable battle.

At this point in time,

He immediately spoke up to stop them, his clear voice suppressing the howling wind:

"Wait a minute!"

"If I were to offer you a treasure as compensation..."

"In exchange, could you please withdraw from this world completely and never invade again?"

The surging malevolent energy above the void suddenly stopped.

"treasure?"

Sha Minghong raised an eyebrow slightly, a deep disdain flashing in his eyes. A cold, mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips as he scrutinized Cheng Buzheng and spoke calmly:

"Ordinary treasures are simply not worthy of my attention."

Why should I give up the world I was about to conquer and retreat?

Unless you are willing to replicate your innate ability to create clones into mine, so that I may learn it.

"But is that even possible?"

His words were full of doubt, but deep in his eyes he couldn't hide a burning passion, his gaze fixed on Cheng Buzheng.

It is obvious that this unique and unpredictable innate ability has completely captivated the ancestor of the Purgatory Clan who has lived for countless ages.

If Cheng Buzheng agrees, he is indeed willing to withdraw from the territory and abandon this invasion.

At that very moment, Cheng Buzheng's doubts grew stronger, and countless thoughts surged and churned within him.

He thought to himself:

It seems that what this old monster truly coveted from beginning to end was never the resources of this world.

Rather, it is the innate divine power of the main body's clone.

"However, there's something off about this old monster's tone!"

Didn't Sha Minghong previously have a way to make the original body voluntarily consume the bloodline origin to replicate the bloodline supernatural power?

Why is it that this time, the other party still refers to the clone ability of the main body as a unique innate ability?

This old monster wasn't like this before.

Judging from the underlying meaning of the other party's words, this current talent for creating clones cannot be replicated.

At least this Primordial Ancestor of Purgatory is impossible to replicate.

It seems that my deduced clone technique is not simple, and this old monster has misunderstood it.

otherwise.

It's not enough to make this old monster from the upper realm so covetous!

Fortunately...

To this day, Sha Minghong still believes that he is a cultivator of the Nightmare Clan, a spirit race born from the creation of heaven and earth.

If the other party were to find out that he was not a mysterious Nightmare Clan member at all, but just an ordinary human, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At that time, Sha Minghong will surely notice the anomaly and speculate that he possesses more unknown top-tier supernatural powers.

They will certainly do everything in their power and at any cost to suppress and capture him.

Given their current greedy and covetous nature, they would slaughter the entire world and annihilate all living beings in this realm...

They will never let this go.

Moreover, greedy people are never satisfied.

Even if he were to hand over his clone ability, the other party would only assume that he possessed even more precious and heaven-defying abilities and secret techniques.

Suspicion never ends.

Throughout history, countless cultivators have been driven by insatiable greed.

Even making the most stringent oath against one's inner demons is not absolutely safe.

While the Great Oath of Inner Demons can bind countless cultivators, the world is never short of secret methods to circumvent oaths and break free from the shackles of inner demons.

Despite the heavy price, some people still take the risk.

Back then, Venerable Guanping of the Zhenhai Alliance made a great oath against his inner demons in front of a group of venerables, but the final result was truly unexpected!

The traitor of the Purgatory Clan is this Venerable One.

Such a bloody example serves as the best warning.

The only way to completely dispel someone's suspicion is to open your heart and allow them to explore all your memories.

But that's absolutely impossible!

A cultivator's memories are the foundation of their existence, containing the opportunities and secrets of their entire life.

Even if an ordinary cultivator is driven to the brink of death, they would never allow others to pry into the origins of their memories.

Upon thinking of this,

Cheng Buzheng had already made up his mind.

From now on, when dealing with this old monster, he must firmly maintain his identity as a Nightmare Clan cultivator.

Every word, action, and movement must not reveal the slightest flaw.

We must never allow the other side to discover our true identity as humans.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

Immediately.

Cheng Buzheng quickly suppressed all distracting thoughts, his expression calm and composed, and slowly began to speak, following the other person's words:

"Senior, if that's the case, why bother making things difficult for me?"

He then solemnly repeated his intention to make amends.

"but!

I can offer compensation.

"I wonder if you, senior, would be willing to completely withdraw from this world?"

Hearing this,

Sha Minghong paused slightly, the disdain in his eyes fading as he scrutinized Cheng Buzheng, his tone tinged with inquiry:

"Oh?

"Do you perhaps intend to bestow upon me your set of spirit-treasure-grade magic swords?"

In order to preserve this world, they were willing to sacrifice their most precious cultivation treasure!

It seems that the Nightmare Clan child's lurking here and the scheme behind it are far more important than I imagined.

At this moment, Sha Minghong had already filled in the blanks in his mind, concluding that Cheng Buzheng had laid out a shocking plan in this realm.

Therefore, they spared no expense to acquire ownership of this land.

At the same time, he became increasingly curious about the scheme behind it.

Cheng Buzheng saw all of this, but he didn't rush to explain, letting the other party misunderstand.

After a brief pause, Sha Minghong slowly nodded, his tone carrying a hint of compromise:

"Fine."

Since you are willing to offer such a treasure as compensation, I am not being unreasonable.

If you hand over this magical artifact to me, from this day forward...

This world will now be entirely under your control, young friend.

"I will withdraw immediately and will not disturb you again."

Faced with the other party's agreement, Cheng Buzheng gently shook his head, his clear, cold voice ringing out again, shattering the other party's guess:

"Senior, you've probably misunderstood."

This set of magical swords is my natal guardian spirit treasure, accompanying me on my cultivation journey to this day, and has long since merged with my very essence.

It would never be given to a senior.

"..." (End of this chapter)