Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 344: Chapter 59: Proving the Way through Killing, Reuniting with an Old Friend Again

Translator: 549690339

After Zhao Huai kills the Golden Scorpion Demon King with a sword, a luminescent image of a scorpion enters his body, causing his cultivation level to slowly rise.

But not by much. He’s already in the Rebirth Realm, killing a demon from the Golden Core Realm is nothing but insignificant contribution.

The massive tide of beasts, as if receiving some command, slowly retreats.

Sand and dust rise into the sky as all the giant scorpions swiftly burrow back into the ground.

The strange birds flying in the sky also quickly depart, not forgetting to scrutinize Zhao Huai’s outline before leaving.

All the iron-clad soldiers in the yellow sand reveal expressions of having just escaped death.

The disciples from the various sects too, regain their composure. Sheathing their swords, they help up the sword cultivator in the shabby crimson robe on their side. The cultivator gets up with the help of his sword and walks towards Zhao Huai, bending over to salute.

“Thank you, senior, for your assistance. The Baji Sect will remember your life-saving grace!”

In the Immortal Cultivation World, the strong rise to the top and it’s an incredibly rare thing for one to be saved by a savior.

“My name is Liang Rusong, I dare to ask senior, has the Xia Country sent you as reinforcement?” Liang Rusong asks earnestly.

In his eyes, Zhao Huai is a rare top-level powerhouse, equivalent to a highly-positioned elder in a large sect.

Only a cultivator in the Rebirth Realm could kill the Golden Scorpion Demon King with one sword.

This kind of personage is a rare magnate for a disciple of a small sect like him, after all, the Sect Master of his Baji Sect has just barely reached the Middle Rebirth Stage.

In response to the question, Zhao Huai thinks carefully; he has come to the Western State because the Madam is leading a personal campaign and he’s worried about any accidents, but he eventually nods and says:

“Suppose you could say that.”

Liang Rusong sighs: “If there were more powerful individuals like senior, that would be wonderful. Ever since the Xia Empress established Anxi Prefecture to resist the Primitive World’s invasion, the entire battle line in the Western State has shifted more than a thousand kilometers to the east.”

“The Altar of the Western State has fallen, the Primitive World has occupied the Western State for three years now, and no one knows where all these horrifying demons come from.”

“Each Demon Emperor has countless Demon Kings under his command. The most powerful out of those are the eight great Demon Kings, the kings who have undergone the corporeal tribulation three times. Their power rivals those in the Metamorphosis Stage. The Golden Scorpion Demon King has only undergone the corporeal tribulation once, let alone those few Demon Emperors who are above the Metamorphosis Stage.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huai’s expression gradually turns serious.

Once the Demons reach the Third Realm of transformation, they will undergo three metamorphosis corresponding to the fourth, fifth, and sixth realms, known as the corporeal tribulations. This is an opportunity for the Demons to awaken the alien bloodline in their bodies, inherited from all sorts of dangerous creatures from ancient times.

Pushing into the Seventh Realm, the powerful demons are called Demon Emperors and their strength is unfathomable. They can control the sunlight of day and moonlight of night, and like human cultivators, they also possess Divine Skills.

Recorded in the classics, in the early Middle Ancient era, the land of ascension was dominated by the Demon Race. At that time, countless demons stood tall, resisting each other. Every heaven and earth was filled with chaos and tyranny.

But not until the rise of some supreme humans and several Human Immortals were order and education established. Only then, everything returned to stability.

From that moment onward, however, the Human raceand the Demon race established an irreparable conflict.

In the oasis of the Western State.

A strong wind blows. Batch after batch of ferocious birds block out the sky as they fly from the eastern sky.

A crimson four-eyed black bird, leading the flock, lands on the shoulder of a man with black wings and a sharp beak, standing on the sand dunes on the shores of the oasis’s blue lake.

His pair of glossy black wings are as long as three humans. Under the cover of the dead leaf bamboo hat are a pair of sharp hawk eyes.

“Another cultivator in the Rebirth Realm has appeared. It seems that our strategy needs adjusting. We can’t just stubbornly attack the fortified cities. What if the others from the netherworld seize the opportunity in the Central State first? What will we in the Primitive World have left to eat?” He says with a rotating gaze, his eyes focusing and then dispersing.

“Perhaps we should focus on Anxi Prefecture?”

Quickly, he strokes the bull skull with horns in his hand. A trace of black light flashes and a thick black mist churns out.

“We should report to the Demon Emperor first. The Demon Kings each acting on their own will inevitably lead to the greater strength of Xia being dispersed, the matter of utmost importance right now is to rally the Demon Army and launch a fierce attack on Anxi Prefecture.”

“Complete it with one battle.”

“This cultivator in the Rebirth Realm must also be given due importance, a specific Demon King must be assigned to deal with him.”

Above the sand dunes.

Zhao Huai stands atop his dark green immortal sword, asking the Baji Sect Disciples beside him: “How many fortified cities are there nearby?”

A pretty female disciple earnestly answers: “There are a total of twelve. The Demon emperors have assigned various Demon Kings to lead the Demon Army in repeated assaults on the city gates. At present, all the sects, large and small, are assisting the Xia Country in defending the borders. Yet, manpower is still insufficient, many sect disciples have already died in battle. Senior, why not help them instead? The demons should not dare to violate this place for a little while.”

“If so, take care.”

Getting his answer, Zhao Huai doesn’t linger for long. After giving them a look, he rides the wind with his sword control technique and leaves.

He leaves behind a group of curious female sect disciples discussing.

“How long do you think this senior has been cultivating? He still looks so young.”

“I guess he must have been cultivating for over a hundred years. He still looks quite handsome, really rare.”

“He should have changed his appearance. I have never seen a cultivator in the Rebirth Realm who is less than a hundred years old.”

Regrettably, Zhao Huai cannot hear these words anymore.

In the blink of an eye, he has already fled hundreds of kilometers away. Along the way, he encounters several small-scale human-demon battles, each time, he solves them with one sword and then retreats with ease.

[Misfortune and fortune depend on each other, let’s wait and see]

Zhao Huai is fully aware that there will be a tough battle ahead, so he pulls out the golden bronze coins to check for misfortune and fortune.

“I need to predict the direction of the situation. I need various different outcomes.” He couldn’t help but mentally chant.