Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

141: Chapter 141 Eastern Continent is Evil? How Evil Can It Be?Meanwhile, in the Spirit Realm, Southern Border.

Among the mountains, a figure sat halfway up a mountainside.

That figure was unbelievably burly, sitting there like a small hill.

It was none other than the Bull Demon King.

At the foot of the mountain, a giant pot was set over a blazing fire; the soup inside was boiling, bubbling and gurgling.

Occasionally, joints would float to the surface, faintly identifiable as human bones.

Further away, in an open valley, a dense crowd of people was packed together.

At a rough glance, there were no fewer than tens of thousands.

There were Cultivators dressed in black robes and Mortals in ragged clothes.

The Cultivators’ auras were withered; the highest among them was actually in the Integration Stage.

The Mortals were shivering, their faces ashen; some held children, while others supported the elderly.

Furthermore, they were surrounded on all sides by demons.

Those demons were either sitting or standing; some had transformed into half-human, half-beast forms, while others simply remained in their original forms—tigers, wolves, jackals, leopards, bears, and serpents—densely surrounding the valley so tightly that not a drop of water could leak through.

Quite a few demons were currently clutching and gnawing on something.

There were human arms, leg bones, and internal organs still stained with blood.

The scene was cruel and bloody, like a living hell on earth.

The besieged Mortals waited for their fate in such a scene, shivering uncontrollably.

As for those black-robed Cultivators, they were members of the Myriad Tribulations Demonic Cult.

Under the command of the Myriad Tribulations Demon Lord of the Southern Border, they usually acted tyrannically, harvesting Mortals like cutting grass.

But now that they had fallen into the hands of the Yao Race, they were no different from those Mortals.

To demonic Cultivators, Mortals were human-shaped Materials kept for breeding.

Some were used for Alchemy, some for cultivation, and some for sacrifice.

The demonic cult raised them like livestock.

Now that they had fallen into the mouths of the Yao Race, it was merely a change of people eating the meat.

Perhaps for them, being eaten by a demon was more merciful than being tortured to death by a fellow human demonic Cultivator.

This was the sorrow of the weak.

The great war that had lasted for many years on the Southern Border had finally reached a conclusion.

The Myriad Tribulations Demon Lord was no match for the Bull Demon King.

Although this giant of the Demonic Path was also a powerhouse of the Tribulation Crossing Realm, he ultimately fell into a disadvantage when facing the Bull Demon King’s terrifyingly extreme Physical Body Divine Ability.

The demonic cult’s army retreated steadily, leaving behind countless corpses as they pulled back into the heart of the Southern Border.

The tens of thousands of humans before him were the Bull Demon King’s spoils of war.

Sitting halfway up the mountain, the Bull Demon King looked down at the boiling pot at the foot of the mountain, a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

The meat of a Mahayana Realm demonic Cultivator really tasted quite good and was very chewy.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of something breaking through the air suddenly came.

An Eagle Demon descended from the sky, landed on the mountainside, transformed into human form, and quickly approached the Bull Demon King, kneeling down with a thud.

“K-King!”

The Bull Demon King frowned and glanced at him sideways: “What is it?”

The Eagle Demon was trembling all over, his voice shaking: “Reporting to the King, news has come from your Immortal Cave... that human brat, Ye Chen, h-he escaped.”

The Bull Demon King was first stunned, then his pupils suddenly constricted.

“What?”

His voice was as deep as muffled thunder, causing the mountain rocks to rustle and tumble down.

The Eagle Demon lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to look up: “I-it’s news from the Western Wasteland Immortal Cave; they say that brat Ye Chen escaped about three or four years ago.”

“Three or four years ago?”

The Bull Demon King suddenly stood up, his mountain-like body casting a large shadow.

“He escaped three or four years ago, so why are you only telling this King now?!”

He grabbed the Eagle Demon’s neck, lifted him up, and fury blazed in his eyes.

The Eagle Demon’s Soul was Flying Away and Spirit Scattering in fear as he stammered: “K-King, spare my life! The brothers on guard in the Western Wasteland thought... thought the brat couldn’t have gone far and wanted to capture him back to make up for their mistake...”

“And the result?”

“The result is that the brat went all the way east and escaped to the Eastern Continent.”

“The brothers chased him to the border of the Eastern Continent, and the brat’s aura suddenly vanished; they couldn’t find him at all.”

“They... they searched in the Eastern Continent for three years and really couldn’t find him. Only then did they... did they dare to report to the King...”

After hearing this, the Bull Demon King opened his huge mouth and swallowed the Eagle Demon in one gulp.

Crunch, crunch.

The sound of chewing echoed through the mountains.

The Yao Race and humans at the foot of the mountain felt a chill run through their bodies as they watched.

The Bull Demon King swallowed the Eagle Demon and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but the fury in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest.

Escaped?

That brat named Ye Chen—he had kept him for a great purpose.

Ye Chen had a connection with that exquisite Nine-Tailed Snow Fox, so he had planned to use Ye Chen as bait to lure the snow fox out.

Now that the bait had run away, where was he supposed to find that exquisite fox?

What infuriated him even more was this bunch of useless trash under his command.

A mere Void Refining Realm brat, locked in a cavern for so long, and he actually managed to escape?

It would be one thing to escape, but to hide it and not report it, delaying for so many years before telling him?

A fierce light flickered in the Bull Demon King’s eyes.

When he returned, those little demons in the Immortal Cave would all be eaten.

Disobedient things are useless to keep.

As soon as this thought arose, the demons at the foot of the mountain seemed to sense it; one by one, they lowered their heads, as quiet as cicadas in winter.

This Bull Demon King actually had no talent for governing subordinates.

He relied purely on powerful strength.

A Tribulation Crossing Realm Physical Body and unreasonable Divine Abilities allowed him to crush the vast majority of powerhouses in the Spirit Realm.

Those little demons followed him less out of submission and more out of fear.

Fear taken to the extreme looked exactly like this.

When he was angry, they were afraid.

Even if he ate demons, they didn’t dare to run.

The Bull Demon King paced a few steps on the mountainside, muttering to himself: “Eastern Continent...”

He remembered that he had captured a few demonic Cultivators in the Southern Border before and had heard them mention it during interrogation.

The Eastern Continent side was very uncanny.

As for how uncanny it was, those demonic Cultivators couldn’t say for sure.

They only knew that their cult leader, the Myriad Tribulations Demon Lord, had once strictly ordered that members of the demonic cult were not to actively intrude into the territory of the Eastern Continent.

Not allowed to actively intrude?

The Bull Demon King narrowed his eyes.

Could it be that some old monster is hidden in the Eastern Continent?

He then gave a cold laugh.

So what if there’s an old monster?

In this Spirit Realm, the highest cultivation level is the Tribulation Crossing Peak.

Once one reaches the Human Immortal Realm, they will be forcibly drawn by the rules of heaven and earth to undergo Ascension to the Immortal Realm.

Unless that person has heaven-defying means to suppress their strength and remain in the Spirit Realm by force.

But even if they suppress their strength, their cultivation would still be at the level of the Tribulation Crossing Peak.

And he, the Bull Demon King, feared the Tribulation Crossing Peak the least.

His Physical Body, his Divine Abilities, and his brute force were enough for him to fight above his level and remain invincible among his peers.

Even if an old monster were truly squatting in the Eastern Continent, he would not be afraid in the slightest.

The Bull Demon King looked up toward the distance, in the direction of the Eastern Continent.

“After I finish with the Southern Border...”

“Old Bull here will go to the Eastern Continent to have a look.”

He muttered to himself, his mouth curling into a grin that revealed a set of grim white teeth.

The Bull Demon King withdrew his gaze and sat back down on the mountainside.

No rush.

First, clean up the Southern Border and completely crush that fellow, the Myriad Tribulations Demon Lord.

Then go to the Eastern Continent to find that brat named Ye Chen.

And while he’s at it, see just how uncanny that Eastern Continent really is.