Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

209: Chapter 209 The Unsolvable Inner Demon!Spirit Realm, Eastern Continent, Azure Wave Sect.

Ye Chen’s days were not going well.

Ten years ago, when Longevity Dao Lord threw him back into the Spirit Realm, he had planned to just coast through life and wait for death.

With Senior Minghe guarding the Azure Wave Sect, he was safe and secure.

He thought that by Cultivating for a few moments each day and spending the rest of his time fishing and drinking tea, he could wait for the Tribulation Qi to dissipate on its own, and then return to the Xiaoluo Cave Heaven to report back.

However, the Tribulation Qi that the Dao Lord spoke of was not something that would leave him alone just because he didn’t provoke it.

The first three years were peaceful enough.

Every day, Ye Chen would stroll around the back mountain of the Azure Wave Sect and chat a few words with the cultivator named A-Ming.

He would watch him scour the world for Spiritual Fruits to feed his two round, chubby spirit pets.

His days passed like a pool of still water, without a ripple.

However, in the fourth year, the tribulation arrived.

That day, he went down the mountain to the Eastern Continent market to buy wine. While passing a desolate mountain, he was inexplicably besieged by a group of Loose Cultivators.

The highest cultivation level among those Loose Cultivators was only at the Nascent Soul stage. Ye Chen could have easily swatted them away with a single slap, but for some reason, his internal Spiritual Qi stagnated when he tried to strike, and he was nearly run through the heart by a sword.

After managing to escape with great difficulty and returning to the Azure Wave Sect, he had three sword wounds on his body.

In the fifth year, he went fishing by the river and hooked a three-zhang-long Yao Beast crocodile.

That Yao Beast crocodile was the overlord of the nearby waters, but for some reason, it went mad and insisted on fighting him to the death.

Ye Chen spent a great deal of effort to subdue it, and his clothes were shredded to pieces.

In the sixth year, while he was meditating in the back mountain, a bolt of heavenly lightning struck down without warning.

The sky was cloudless, but a bolt from the blue struck him squarely on the crown of his head.

Ye Chen’s hair stood on end from the strike, and he spat out two mouthfuls of blood, requiring three months of recovery before he felt better.

The seventh year, the eighth year, the ninth year...

Almost every few months, a calamity would come knocking on his door.

Sometimes it was an invading Yao Beast, sometimes a passing Demon cultivator, and other times, inexplicable changes in heaven and earth.

Ye Chen wanted to hide, but those calamities seemed to have eyes, specifically targeting him.

If he hid in the Azure Wave Sect and didn’t go out, disasters would fall from the sky.

If he stayed in seclusion, a Heart Demon would fester within him.

Ye Chen finally understood that the Tribulation Qi the Dao Lord spoke of was no joke.

This thing was like a plaster; once it stuck to you, don’t even think about tearing it off.

Fortunately, the Azure Wave Sect had Senior Minghe guarding it, so most of those calamities dissipated once they reached the Sect’s territory.

Only some minor, painless troubles landed on his head.

Otherwise, with his Integration Stage cultivation, he would have died countless times already.

Ye Chen sighed and cast his gaze toward the two round, chubby spirit pets not far away.

The little fat bird, Ice Phoenix Bing Chen, was lying on a blue stone, sunbathing, its belly as round as a ball.

The little fat fox was beside it, gnawing on a Vermilion Fruit.

”These two little ones are truly gluttonous.” Ye Chen muttered to himself.

The cultivator responsible for feeding them was named A-Ming. It was said that he was at the Tribulation Crossing Peak stage; no one knew why he had come to the Azure Wave Sect to work as a handyman.

This man would leave before dawn every day, scouring the entire Spirit Realm for Spiritual Fruits and spiritual food.

Things like ten-thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruits and ten-thousand-year-old Nine Transformations Ganoderma were carried to the back mountain in big bags and small packages.

The two spirit pets ate three meals a day, and every meal consisted of top-tier items.

Ye Chen benefited from this, occasionally managing to beg a Spiritual Fruit from A-Ming.

But that was just enough to satisfy his cravings.

The Spiritual Qi contained in those Spiritual Fruits was not much stronger than taking a few breaths in the Xiaoluo Cave Heaven.

After all, the Spiritual Qi in the Xiaoluo Cave Heaven was like nectar and jade dew; no matter how precious the Spiritual Fruit was, it couldn’t compare to a few breaths in the Dao Lord’s Cave Heaven.

But he couldn’t deny the sheer quantity.

The amount of Spiritual Fruit the two spirit pets ate in a day, if piled up, was larger than they were.

What they couldn’t finish, they stored; what they couldn’t store, they wasted.

Eating and stuffing themselves like this, it would be strange if they weren’t fat.

It was equivalent to not having fully digested the Spiritual Qi from today’s Spiritual Fruit before the next meal arrived.

If they didn’t get fat, who would?

Ye Chen withdrew his gaze and looked toward an Immortal Cave deep in the back mountain.

There was a Talisman posted at the entrance of that Immortal Cave, and faint Devilish Qi seeped out from the cracks.

Inside, a Demon Race member at the Integration Stage Peak was suppressed, known as Tuchu.

It was said that Senior Minghe had captured it many years ago and locked it here, where no one usually paid it any mind.

However, every day, a Disciple named Jiang Mingzi would come here, rain or shine.

That Jiang Mingzi was at the Early Stage of Soul Transformation and was a recognized Prodigy Disciple of the Sect.

The most crucial part was that he had a special privilege: he could freely enter and leave the back mountain.

Just like Ye Chen, this was permitted by the Grand Elder Minghe.

Ye Chen didn’t understand at first, but after inquiring about Jiang Mingzi’s background, he finally understood.

This child had a bitter fate.

However, his Early Stage Soul Transformation fists were like scratching an itch when hitting the Integration Stage Peak Demon Race member.

But Jiang Mingzi didn’t care.

He came every day, and he punched every day, rain or shine.

When his fists were swollen, he used medicine; when the medicine was used up, he continued to punch.

The Demon Race member Tuchu initially screamed and begged for mercy, but later, realizing that this person’s fists couldn’t harm him in the slightest, he changed his attitude.

Every time Jiang Mingzi made a move, he would mock him.

”Little brat, your strength has weakened again. Did you not eat?”

”With just this little bit of skill, you want to take revenge? Keep practicing for another ten thousand years.”

Jiang Mingzi didn’t speak; he only attacked.

One punch, then another punch, the force of his strikes like thunder.

It seemed as if only in this way could he vent the surging hatred in his chest.

But the hatred not only didn’t dissipate, it instead spread like a wildfire, burning more and more fiercely.

Driven by this monstrous hatred, his Cultivation speed was frighteningly fast.

The more he hated, the stronger he became; the stronger he became, the clearer his memories grew.

The scene of being forcibly controlled and compelled to swallow that piece of meat, as well as the sight of everyone in Jiang Village dying violently, were vivid in his mind.

The more he recalled, the more his hatred increased by another point...

Thus, he fell into a vicious cycle, as if trapped in an unsolvable Heart Demon.

Those who wished to slaughter all the Demon Race in the world—in the past, there was the Phoenix Brother Eight, and now, there was one more, Jiang Mingzi.