Chapter 566: You, You Are Nascent Soul Old Monsters!

Who indeed was the Ancestor Whitesandal, but a legendary half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, an objective so distant and unattainable that countless demon clansmen could only look up to it in vain.

One must understand that even the master of the market town was merely at the False Core stage, and upon meeting the Ancestor Whitesandal, the market master would have to call him senior with the utmost reverence.

When the Ancestor Whitesandal was breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, some unknown accident occurred, causing his death and the dissipation of his Dao, his storage ring collapsed, leaving behind only a single command token.

The Ancestor Whitesandal was meticulous in his actions, dividing his wealth into two portions, one within his storage ring and the other hidden away, which only the command token could open.

This command token became the object of plunder for numerous tribes, changing hands several times, before finally being buried for reasons unknown within the Hydro-bug Tribe.

Rumor had it that within the hidden treasure trove lay the cultivation insights of the Ancestor Whitesandal, along with descriptions of his state of mind prior to his breakthrough, both of which were priceless treasures to Gold Core stage demons, things they would give up everything they possessed to obtain.

These tribes had once made a massive search for the command token for a period of time, but with no clues forthcoming, the matter had ended without a result.

The pawnshop owner had never expected the command token to appear here, and cold sweat began to drench his skin.

Previously, his thought had been to sell this item to the market master to seek the market master's protection.

But when he calmed down and thought about it, if the market master obtained the command token, would he really protect him, or would he kill him to silence him?

Wealth and treasure move the demonic heart, and even if the market master possessed a good reputation, there was no guarantee that he would not commit a wicked deed under the drive of profit.

If he did not sell it to the market master, then he dared even less to sell it to anyone else.

"Owner, how many spirit stones is this thing worth?" Lu Yang waited and waited, but the only result he got was the owner's cold sweat breaking out more and more, without a single response.

Hearing Lu Yang's voice, the owner awoke as if from a dream and hurriedly pushed the command token back: "It is worthless, worthless, we do not accept it!"

This was a hot potato; taking it meant death.

The two of them felt it was utterly bizarre; with such a massive reaction, could the Ancestor Whitesandal really have been a half-step Tribulation Transcendence cultivator?

Once the two had departed, the owner's brow furrowed tightly as he made a difficult decision.

"Owner, what are you doing?" the Water Buffalo tribe worker shouted.

"Selling a piece of information to the market master."

The two left the market town and traveled for over half a day more, and with the appearance of the large Gold Core tribes, market towns grew more frequent as well, and without exception, the market towns all knew the rules of the Demon Realm, not daring to lay a finger on the belongings of a Gold Core ancestor.

As the command token frequently appeared in the market towns, more and more people fixed their eyes upon Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou, these two carelessly casual fellows.

Yet none of these people made a move, for they lacked the qualifications.

Several Gold Core ancestors had already set their sights on these two, merely waiting to kill them and seize the command token.

"Two juniors, it seems you have obtained a fine item." Finally, a certain Gold Core ancestor could no longer contain himself and revealed his true form, which was a green-faced fierce tiger.

He flew in the heavens, looking down coldly at the two.

Two little fellows who could not even fly were at most at the Foundation Establishment stage.

The Foundation Establishment stage was nothing more than a toy to be played with at will before the False Core realm.

"Daoist friend, eating alone is not quite right, just how vast is Senior Whitesandal's treasure, can you alone finish consuming it?" Another three Gold Core cultivators revealed themselves, preparing to join forces to seize the command token and divide the spoils afterward.

"It is the Three Snake Bandit Clans!"

A Foundation Establishment cultivator in the shadows lost his voice in terror, for these three Gold Core stage individuals were notoriously infamous, never concealing their identities when murdering and robbing goods, yet the three of them were ridiculously strong, all being at the False Core realm, and working together, the three could battle the late Gold Core stage.

"Three striped snakes dare to lay a finger on what this seat has set his eyes upon!"

A raging fire erupted within the jungle, and several Foundation Establishment cultivators shrieked miserably, burned alive to death, as a majestic lion with flaming fur appeared, the local lord, the clan leader of the Blazing Wild Lion Clan.

Immediately following, one Gold Core ancestor after another appeared in succession, leaving the Foundation Establishment cultivators below staring dumbfounded, not daring to draw a single breath.

The nearby Gold Core stage individuals had all arrived.

"Does the old lion truly think he commands everything?"

"We shall know upon trying!"

The Gold Core ancestors viewed each other with hostility, threatening with words, their released auras competing in realm to overwhelm the opponent in momentum.

They completely ignored the two eighth-level Gold Core ancestors down below.

"They truly do not place the two of us in their eyes at all." Lu Yang sighed.

Never mind that the two of them were currently at the eighth level of the Gold Core stage, even if they were at the late Foundation Establishment stage, this bunch of old fellows would not be enough to look at.

"More words are pointless, let the truth be seen through our hands!"

The old fellows paid absolutely no heed to Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou below, engaging in battle in the sky entirely of their own accord.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou yawned; the foundations of these old fellows were terribly deficient and riddled with flaws, their fighting completely devoid of any ornamental value, any two random individuals pulled from the Gold Core group of the previous tournament finals would fight more beautifully than them.

Or rather, any two contestants pulled out at random could defeat this crowd of people.

"Want one?"

Since they were idle anyway, Lu Yang extracted two fruits from his identity jade plaque, which had been purchased in the market town, possessing a novel appearance and supposedly being a specialty of the Demon Realm, with a very short preservation time that easily rotted and spoiled, yet possessing a superb flavor.

Meng Jingzhou took a bite of the fruit, its juice spurting out three Zhang away.

"Good grief, don't tell me, this flavor is truly not bad, the moisture is grand, and it is sweet enough!" Meng Jingzhou was full of praise for the unknown fruit.

Lu Yang held the fruit and thought for a moment, employing the water-parting technique to instantly transform the fruit into dried fruit, taking a bite, and though the moisture was gone, what it brought in return was an even sweeter flavor.

The two ate the fruit and dried fruit while waiting for the battle above to conclude.

As eighth-level Gold Core ancestors, how could they easily strike; the masters always made their move at the very end.

After finishing a few fruits, the battle drew near its end.

"Manifest some water to help me wash my hands." Lu Yang said, his hands sticky after finishing the fruits.

Meng Jingzhou manifested two spheres of water, and the two washed their hands, stood up, and prepared to take action.

"Hehe, I never imagined so many people would set their sights on this old man's command token."

Before the two could even move, an elderly voice echoed through the jungle, startling the Blazing Wild Lion and the others into a daze.

None of them had sensed the other party's aura!

"Who is it!" The Blazing Wild Lion was furious, seeing that he was just about to win.

"Targeting this old man's belongings, yet turning around to ask this old man who he is?"

An old white snake a hundred Zhang long appeared, its eyes turbid, hissing as it flicked its snake tongue.

"This old man is Whitesandal."

"What?!"

"How can this be!"

"The Ancestor Whitesandal who perished eighty years ago?!"

Exclamations of shock rose and fell in succession, and whether it was the Gold Core ancestors in the sky or the great Foundation Establishment cultivators on the ground, all looked at that Ancestor Whitesandal with suspicion and uncertainty.

The Ancestor Whitesandal had hidden himself within another space, which meant he could preliminarily utilize the power of space.

This was the symbol of the Nascent Soul stage!

Ancestor Whitesandal was already an old monster of the Nascent Soul stage!

"The Nascent Soul stage is still beyond me, it is merely that eighty years ago the advancement failed, and I obtained a bit of insignificant benefit." Ancestor Whitesandal smiled modestly, but no one dared to truly believe he was modest.

To fail the advancement yet gain the power of space instead, what a terrifying natural talent that was!

"With so many Gold Core cultivators, it is enough for me to refine a batch of Infant-Transforming Pills! Combined with the treasures unlocked by the token, there is a seventy percent chance of advancing to the Nascent Soul stage."

Ancestor White Sand flicked his forked tongue, his gaze brimming with avarice.

Eighty years ago, his advancement had failed, leaving him in a dire state; fearing his enemies would strike while he was weak, he had feigned death to escape and preserve his life, even leaving the token behind to make the deception absolute.

Regrettably, the token had changed hands all too frequently, and in the back-and-forth, he had lost track of it, filled with bitter remorse.

That was, after all, his hope for a second breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage.

Fortunately, heaven never seals off all paths; yesterday he heard that two minor demons had obtained the token and were asking around for prices.

A heaven-sent opportunity.

The appearance of the token would surely draw many Gold Core cultivators, and with their numbers so vast, even he could not withstand them all, so he could only wait until the battle concluded and their auras waned to make his grand, decisive entrance.

"A fine calculation indeed—dormant for eighty years, using these two juniors as bait to lure us into battle so we would destroy each other, allowing you to profit from the aftermath." The Blazing Wild Lion stared fixedly at Ancestor White Sand, deliberately stalling for time while secretly preparing his trump card, activating a talisman treasure that could briefly leap through space to escape this place.

Ancestor White Sand cared nothing for the Blazing Wild Lion's movements; in his eyes, these Gold Core cultivators were already dead men.

He had disrupted the surrounding space, ensuring these Gold Core cultivators could not flee.

Such was the gap between a half-step Nascent Soul and the Gold Core stage.

It was time to take back what belonged to him.

Ancestor White Sand opened his blood-red, cavernous maw and lunged toward Lu Yang and his companion.

"You two little fledglings, hand over my token obediently! In return, this ancestor will grant you a painless death."

Lu Yang spoke not a word, silently extending a single finger as an imperceptible sword qi condensed at its tip, before lightly slicing it toward Ancestor White Sand.

A microscopic line appeared upon the snake-like tongue.

Plop.

A segment of the tongue fell to the ground, sizzling and smoking with deadly venom.

A microscopic line also appeared on Ancestor White Sand's lower jaw.

It likewise tumbled to the earth.

"Flying around in the sky must be exhausting, why don't you all come down."

Meng Jingzhou let out a soft chuckle as the Six Heaven-Shaking Styles were unleashed, violently swinging a fist.

Space vibrated, and the Gold Core cultivators tumbled down like dumplings dropped into boiling water, utterly terrified.

Ancestor White Sand crashed to the ground with a resounding boom, knocking down countless trees.

He had no time to heed the pain in his body, for the situation before his eyes filled him with even greater panic.

In Ancestor White Sand's pupils, the figures of Lu Yang and his companion grew larger and larger; he cried out in terror, his voice trembling violently as an unstoppable shiver ran through him, a freezing chill rising from the depths of his soul.

"Gathering qi into a sword, shattering the sky with a fist—you, you are Nascent Soul monsters!!!"

He had thought the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, believing himself to be the hunter.

Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine these two minor demons were Nascent Soul monsters!

"What? They are actually Nascent Soul monsters!"

"How could a Nascent Soul monster have the leisure for such trivialities!"

"Silence! Do you wish to anger a Nascent Soul monster!"

Everyone was chilled to the bone; Nascent Soul monsters were fickle and capricious, capable of blotting out the sky with a single hand—every single one a great demon whose name shook an entire region!

Lu Yang: "..."

Though he knew the Demon Realm made it easy to show off, he hadn't expected it to be quite this easy.

Was this the cultivation world through the eyes of Eldest Senior Sister?