Dao of The Demonic Cultivator

At this moment, a deep and vigorous voice accompanied by footsteps echoed from the main hall.

"Friend... Who exactly are you? Are you an assassin hired by another clan? Or a demonic cultivator seeking wealth and treasures?

If you are an assassin taking a commission, I, Situ Xiong, am willing to offer double the reward! If it's spirit stones or treasures you seek, I will offer them without hesitation!

I simply ask that you leave immediately. Everything that happened today can be treated as if it never occurred! I pledge a vow of no revenge!"

Following the voice, Chu Xuan saw an imposing white-haired old man walking slowly towards him.

This person was the ancestor of the Situ family, a mid-Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, Situ Xiong.

Situ Xiong could immediately tell that this person was extremely powerful.

The phrase "you must die for violating my taboo" was merely rhetoric.

Without any hesitation, Situ Xiong intended to reconcile with this formidable opponent.

In the world of cultivating families, as long as there was a Foundation Establishment stage elder like him, the family could flourish again in another twenty or thirty years.

The deaths of a few young Situ family members below him were inconsequential.

Chu Xuan was somewhat surprised by Situ Xiong's words.

He had killed so many members of the Situ family, yet the other party didn't even bat an eye.

Instead, he was offering him spirit stones, treasures, and double the reward, saying that today's events could be forgotten.

This wouldn't do.

If things remained this calm, how could he continue to kill?

Seeing Chu Xuan's expression, Situ Xiong tilted his head, pondered seriously, and then said, "Surrendering without fighting is also violating my taboo; you must die!"

Situ Xiong's expression instantly turned dark.

"Are you determined to fight to the death? I truly don't understand why you insist on fighting!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Situ Xiong stomped fiercely on the ground, his body suddenly shooting forward like a cannonball.

In mid-air, Spiritual Qi condensed into a fiery red giant sword full of high temperature and explosive aura, slashing down aggressively!

Immediately after, he infused Spiritual Qi and simultaneously threw out three magic talismans.

The three talismans instantly burned up, transforming into the souls of three demonic beasts: the Tiger Soul, Wolf Soul, and Boar Soul, all attacking Chu Xuan together.

Chu Xuan reached out and the Yin Evil Demon Claw suddenly appeared.

In an instant, it caught the fiery red giant sword that the opponent had fiercely swung.

There was a crisp sound.

The fiery red giant sword was instantly crushed!

It exploded into countless sparks of flames, dispersing in the air.

At the same moment, the souls of the three demonic beasts also rushed towards him.

Chu Xuan's waist bore an ancient bell that suddenly trembled with vibrations. Out of nowhere, a vast bell enveloped him, and behind his head, three layers of golden wheels of merit rose, slowly turning, framing him as if he were a living Buddha among mortals.

The souls of three demonic beasts crashed against the surface of the bell of merit, then, under the infinite power of merit, they screamed pitifully as they turned to ash.

Situ Xiong's face suddenly changed color. The formidable figure before him was clearly a brigand, a thief who plundered and murdered. Why then did he possess three layers of the merit wheels in his mind?

He had heard that even the abbot Yuanhong of the Golden Dragon Temple had only two! Could it be that this marauder was actually a Buddhist monk blessed with immeasurable merit? Impossible!

In the instant Situ Xiong was struck with shock, Chu Xuan advanced, closing the distance between them.

With a precise strike of his Demon Claw, he scooped out Situ Xiong's spiritual core and seized his storage bag.

A simple palm strike then thunderously imprinted on his chest, unleashing an orange-yellow fire that exploded violently.

Boom!

In just a moment, the flames completely engulfed Situ Xiong. He managed only a final scream before his flesh and bones were utterly consumed by the Corpse Refining Blood Fire.

Using a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator as fuel, the intensity of the Corpse Refining Blood Fire increased slightly.

"Over to you," Chu Xuan instructed the Queen Bee, then strode purposefully towards the main hall of the Situ family.

Such a cultivator's household would surely possess secret doors, tunnels, and chambers to hide their family treasures.

However, after searching up, down, and all around—nearly digging three feet into the ground—Chu Xuan found no such chamber.

He then slapped his forehead in realization. "That Situ Xiong, a man clearly of the most selfish sort, must have carried the family treasures on his person!"

Immediately, Chu Xuan examined Situ Xiong's storage bag.

Indeed! Small spiritual stones, medium spiritual stones, magical tools, pills, talismans, formations, cultivation techniques, secret methods, and classic texts—treasures piled up like a small mountain, dazzling his eyes.

"Excellent! Everything's here, I'll look through them at home," Chu Xuan chuckled with satisfaction.

Seeing that there was no one left alive in the Situ household, and nothing of use remained, he changed his appearance and left through the back door, quickly disappearing without a trace.

Chu Xuan's entrance into the Situ household had already attracted the attention of many in the city.

However, the screams and sounds of spell deterred the common folk from venturing inside. Only some scattered cultivators watched from a distance, eyes shifting, tempted to act.

After Chu Xuan had fled thousands of miles away, some finally mustered the courage to enter the Situ house. What they found was a scene of utter disarray, no trace of life, not even a drop of blood— as if someone had meticulously licked every inch of the ground clean. Clearly, a powerful figure had bloodily purged the Situ household.

Situ Xiong, the ancestral figure of the Situ family and a formidable mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, had scarcely caused a ripple.

The scattered cultivators could not help but feel grateful towards the powerful figure. Had it not been for this strong figure's intervention to annihilate the Situ family, they would never have had the opportunity to step foot inside.

Someone took the lead, and the scattered cultivators surged into the Situ residence. Each had suffered under the Situ family's tyranny at one time or another and now sought to claim their share of the spoils.

However, they miscalculated. Even after rummaging through the Situ household and digging three feet into the ground, they found not a single so-called treasure.

Not even a small spiritual stone could be found! The cultivators' faces twisted with indignation. It seemed the senior had bullied them excessively! How could he feast on the meat and not leave even a drop of soup for them?

...

A day later.

In the secluded woods outside Golden Lake Market, Yan Peng and his three subordinates waited with excitement and anticipation. They had already received news of the Situ family's downfall.

They knew, without a doubt, it was the work of that demonic cultivator senior! A Foundation Establishment family, once even a Golden Core family, had been obliterated in the blink of an eye!

Yan Peng's face was split with a grin. His three companions could hardly keep their mouths shut from smiling. The four of them chatted about everything under the sun, their conversation filled with aspirations for the future.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew through. The four blinked and found that the previously empty ground now bore a dark-clothed figure. Yan Peng and his group, thrilled, quickly gathered together. They bowed respectfully towards Chu Xuan, "Mas—"

Snap! The Yin Evil Claw struck. The heads of all four were crushed simultaneously. Their storage bags were collected, and their corpses nonchalantly placed into the Tower.

"Time to go home, it's blind box time again," Chu Xuan remarked, turning to leave.