My Informative Cultivation Life

A glance revealed the island was brimming with trees.

There were ancient trees such as palm trees, Green Metal Wood, Water Fir Tree, Embracing Plate Tree, Agarwood, Dragon Tuo Wood... and so on, each a thousand years old.

After briefly putting Buddha Child into the Mountain Sea Pearl, Yang Ji flew around the island. Shen Yin was omnivorous, opening its mouth to absorb energy.

Once an island was fully absorbed, it would fly to another, and Shen Yin would voraciously absorb the essence of plants, utterly delighted.

With each island absorbed, the green light on its body would grow stronger, and it seemed to grow imperceptibly taller.

This discovery filled Yang Ji with joy.

If Shen Yin could grow, then the benefits it would bring him would be even greater.

He was happy to see such development, continually taking Shen Yin to various islands to absorb the essence of vegetation.

This way, another month had passed.

During this period, Yang Ji also occasionally returned to the vicinity of Castle of Emperor Liu to scout the situation, but that son of flowers and willows was still nowhere to be seen because three Divinity Transformation cultivators were still in the castle.

However, he did discover that the master of Castle of Emperor Liu had entered deep cultivation, indicating he had begun a retreat, would not awake at any moment, his spiritual sense sealed off, unable to detect anything of the outside world; this was indeed good news.

In the time that followed, Yang Ji began taking Shen Yin to the various islands to absorb plant essences once more.

If there were cultivators on the island, they would absorb secretly; if there were none, they would absorb brazenly.

Like this, they absorbed the essence from dozens of islands consecutively.

It was on this day, on Minghua Island, that someone suddenly shouted, "Look, the Death Mist!"

"Death Mist?" Yang Ji looked where everyone else was, and saw a sky-shrouding, grey haze that stretched for miles with no end in sight, like a hefty city wall on the ocean surface rolling forward.

[The Power of Death, able to dissolve flesh and disintegrate bones, capable of killing Nascent Soul Cultivators] A piece of information appeared.

"When I was in the Thousand-Islands Sea Area, I heard about this Death Mist. It's a vast expanse that covers hundreds of miles, the Reaper Mist, from which no one enters and returns alive. It turns out this mist contains the Power of Death, capable of killing even those of the Fushion Realm." Yang Ji muttered to himself as he watched the grey haze roll by.

"It's said that this Death Mist, much like the Reaper, wanders the vast oceans, never stopping, with no one knowing where it aims to go. Furthermore, its appearance is often without any warning, suddenly manifesting before your eyes. Once someone gets caught in it, there's no burial for the dead."

"Luckily, this time the Death Mist is far from the island. Otherwise, if it suddenly appeared before us, cultivators might escape, but all the mortals would certainly perish."

A cultivator said with a palpable shudder.

[A wisp of the Power of Death, two wisps of the Power of Death, three wisps of the Power of Death...]

Yang Ji looked indifferently at the Death Mist and saw some more information.

"This Death Mist is not solely composed of the Power of Death; the powers within move in wisps without any set pattern, somewhat similar to the Stone Forest Array in the underwater waterfall from before. With the Golden Finger Ability, I should be able to dodge the lethal strikes of these powers safely."

"And this Death Mist is rolling in the direction of Castle of Emperor Liu."

Yang Ji stroked his chin, his eyes flashed, and he immediately began to strategize.

To confirm his thoughts, he stealthily flew towards the departing Death Mist and then, unobserved, plunged headlong into the Death Mist.

[The Power of Death!]

[The Power of Death!]

[The Power of Death!]

The Power of Death, although hidden within these gray mists and indistinguishable to others, could not escape Yang Ji's gaze—it was as if it were a naked maiden, completely seen through with one look.

Yang Ji darted around the edges of the Death Mist, constantly moving and dodging, because he had mastered the Zhou Tian Nuoyi, his movements were exceedingly flawless.

No matter from which direction the Power of Death attacked, whether by strangling or instant killing, he could predict it and evade unharmed.

It was as if he were a dancer gliding on the Reaper's scythe, too incredible to believe.

If anyone were to witness this scene, their jaw would certainly drop.

Yang Ji weaved in and out of the Death Mist, and after making sure of something, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

The son of Liu Emperor won't come out?

Then he would kill his way in.

There was no need to waste time with him here.

...

The Death Mist was formidable, but it was not fast—it moved as if at the full flight speed of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Yang Ji didn't wait for the Death Mist, instead flying ahead toward the Castle of Emperor Liu.

At the moment, within the castle, there was still an atmosphere of revelry.

"Haha, my lord, your servants have reported that fifty thousand li away on Tianhua Island, there is a peerless beauty with the Cultivation of the Nascent Soul Realm. She is the beloved daughter of the Sect Master of the Heavenly Water Sect. That sect has only one Divinity Transformation supreme. We can surely go snatch her up for our enjoyment."

"Hehe, the Sect Master's daughter, delicate and noble, must be quite a thrill to play with. When the time comes, the three uncles will accompany me. I want to press her down on the throne of the Sect Master of the Heavenly Water Sect and play with her in front of their entire sect. That must be incredibly exciting and enjoyable."

The son of Liu Emperor had a pale complexion and a soft and feminine appearance, laughing with a malevolence that grew ever stronger.

"Haha, my lord is truly a man of taste, bored with female cultivators who have reached the Golden Core in Qi Cultivation. It's good to change to the flavor of the Nascent Soul Realm for a bit, their elemental Yin is even purer, reaping more benefits. However, we must not be careless.

There are many in this sea area who hate you to the bone, and there have even been assassination orders against you in secret."

"Oh? The Huayun Sea Area is dominated by my Castle of Emperor Liu, and these worthless fish dare to issue an assassination order against me?"

The son of Liu Emperor laughed heartily, a folding fan in hand that he flicked open with a whoosh, its surface filled with indecent images of women.

He glanced at the fan in his hand, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Go find out who dares to issue an assassination order against me. On my Hundred Women Erotic Fan, I shall have the erotic drawings of his entire family's women."

The son of Liu Emperor laughed arrogantly, seemingly unconcerned.

Just then, a cold laugh came through: "I have to say, you, son of Liu Emperor, are the first person whom I truly desire to kill from the bottom of my heart, so your death is well deserved."

As these words fell, the smile on the son of Liu Emperor's face suddenly froze, and two drops of blood seeped from his eyes, which were filled with terror.

Inside them, the Yin Yang Energies swirled, and just before the eyes of all, the son of Liu Emperor bowed his head and silently died on the spot—a death too strange and abrupt.

Immediately after, a shadow flew into the hall, seized his head, and rushed out.

"Who?" In shock, three Nascent Soul Cultivators were the first to awaken to the situation, finding it hard to believe that someone so audacious dared to enter the castle alone, kill their young master right before their eyes, and take his head.

"The killer is Luo Xiong!" Yang Ji, holding the head, responded, then turned to leave swiftly.

"Hehe, these fools are still immersed in disbelief. They truly are third-rate Divinity Transformation experts, no, they are outright fifth-rate. Against such trash, I could kill a hundred of my same rank." The Buddha Child cackled wickedly.

"Damn it, who killed my son!" Suddenly, a voice filled with killing intent and furious bellowing came from deep within the castle.

"This is bad, did this guy wake up already?" Yang Ji glanced back and hurriedly pushed his sword wings to full power, flying towards the rolling Death Mist coming at him.