Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 771 - 561: Shenyue Zhenqingtian, White Tiger Descends Again_2

Chapter 771: Chapter 561: Shenyue Zhenqingtian, White Tiger Descends Again_2

"Congratulations to my lord for forming a bond with an Immortal."

Listening to Yue Tianji’s sincere congratulations, Shen Yi didn’t pay much attention.

Frankly speaking, the Immortal who created such a state of mind with this Cultivation Technique must have had a dangerous mindset... Whether he could still be alive today was debatable.

He sank into inner observation, inspecting the treasured mountain that had appeared within his body.

It was less a Magic Treasure and more a Heaven and Earth Treasure that aided in the cultivation of this Immortal Law.

It was probably anticipated by that Immortal that the cultivators who could comprehend the Shenyue Zhenqingtian would most likely be in dire straits; those who sailed through life smoothly, like Yue Tianji, would never believe such nonsense about calming the Azure Sky with mere pebbles.

Dust is dust, and heaven and earth are heaven and earth.

The former is meant to be firmly suppressed by the latter, just as the other three Hongs should rightly submit to the Northern Hong.

Cultivation Techniques also choose their wielder.

Therefore, that Immortal left behind this mountain, which could be considered a final helping hand to the cultivators seeking Enlightenment, so they wouldn’t be utterly destitute.

At least for now, with Shen Yi’s level of cultivation, he couldn’t fully utilize this treasured mountain and was merely passively protected by it.

"One step at a time."

Shen Yi got up and looked outside the serene cave dwelling.

Right now, he was very curious as to where the chieftain of the Frost Tiger Clan of the bright moonlit night was located and what the Glazed Green Phoenix Clan was doing.

Just then, a gentle voice echoed inside Shen Yi’s Dao Plate.

"Is Sect Master Shen nearby?"

Shen Yi thought for a moment before recognizing the owner of the voice.

It was Ji Jingxi, the Sect Master of Pure Moon Sect, the very person he had most wanted to reach out to when he was being chased by the Tiger Demon.

...

Western Hong, Mount Hanyue.

A man covered in the phantom images of Talismans limped towards the mountain summit.

His dark and white cloak was already torn, stained with dark red, and he appeared utterly disheveled.

"Heh..."

An Tingfeng breathed heavily, looking at the mountain range that he used to cross in the blink of an eye, which now seemed towering and almost insurmountable.

He paused briefly to rest, then continued his climb up the mountain.

The once invincible Great Demon of the Perfection Earth Realm, after being severely wounded by the Dragon Consort Zi Xian, had his Demon Body locked up by Situ Junrui, and now appeared as weak as a mortal.

After an unknown amount of time.

An Tingfeng finally crossed the mountains and arrived at the ancestral land.

This place should have been the resting ground for all the ancestors of the Frost Tiger Clan, but at this moment, their bones had been exhumed, laid stiffly on the ground, and whatever essence remained within them had been sucked dry and deteriorated.

Simply passing by, An Tingfeng shattered several skeletons, turning them into dust that scattered with the wind.

At last, at the end of the ancestral land, amid such dead silence, a vibrant sign of life flickered.

It was a white flower, swaying slightly in the wind.

An Tingfeng stared at this flower and suddenly relaxed, sitting down beside it with a sense of defeat, he extended his blood-stained palm, his fingers slightly closed to shield the flower from the mountain wind.

"My lady, I’m back."

His voice was weak, his eyes saddled with despondency: "All these years, I’ve sought from various Immortal Sects and the Demon Race, and was close to finding a way for An Yi to come back to life and grow up healthy, when suddenly, it all turned out like this."

An Tingfeng gently touched the petals with his fingertips, baring his sharp teeth in a mixture of feelings: "She has indeed come back to life, but she... she refuses to return!"

At the last part of his sentence, the Tiger Demon’s voice shook with rage.

"The body is given by the parents."

"How could she, how dare she refuse to return that body to you!"

"With my lady’s soul and her body, our family would be reunited, full of joy and warmth..." An Tingfeng’s breath became even heavier, as if he was immersed in that delightful reverie.

He was the Fierce Tiger that had made the older generation of demons tremble with fear, yet after reaching the state of Perfection in the Earth Realm, he had stopped advancing.

Others thought he had suffered an irreparable heavy loss during the fratricidal conflict within his kind of those years.

In reality, An Tingfeng was constantly dedicating a portion of his vital essence to nurture this white flower transformed from his wife’s skeletal remains, to keep her spirit bound until An Yi was grown up, and then to implant the flower into his daughter’s body.

"All I wanted was our reunion, but in the end, I was betrayed by her!"

"My lady, did you ever imagine that we would give birth to such an ungrateful wretch?"

An Tingfeng’s expression swung between crying and laughing, his face turning grotesque like a demon, his left hand covering his heart where the wounds had already healed. These were the "rewards" he received after An Yi finally managed to come back to life, for his many years of effort as her father.

In his right palm, the white flower trembled wildly.

"Is my lady also angry?"

An Tingfeng slowly put away his smile and nodded seriously, "I understand now."

As his words fell, he suddenly seized the root stem of the white flower, his voice calm: "There is more than one way to reunite; after all, our family is meant to be together, such as within my body."

"I shall take my lady now to find her. As the common saying goes, faults of the child are the fault of the father. Such a wretch should repent and be punished in my belly."

As he spoke, he slowly pulled the white flower from the ancestral land.

The branches and leaves of the flower, like human hands, wildly slapped at An Tingfeng’s tiger’s mouth on his right palm but could not stop him from bringing it to his mouth.

"You are just... too soft-hearted... just like years ago... too kind."

"This way... you’ll spoil her."

An Tingfeng grasped the resisting branches and leaves, stuffed the entire flower into his mouth, and chewed slowly. Though he was chewing only a white flower, crimson blood plasma seeped between his teeth, staining his pearly whites and adding a touch of ferociousness.

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