Chapter 252 - 252 249 Dark Flame Demon God
Chapter 252: Chapter 249 Dark Flame Demon God Chapter 252: Chapter 249 Dark Flame Demon God Qin Feng demonstrated the capabilities expected of a True Disciple, overpowering several gifted disciples from the Spiritual Snake Lineage with his formidable war power, thoroughly establishing himself as one of the strongest among the younger generation.
The reason he was one of the strongest, and not the only one, was that he had joined the sect not long ago and it was impossible for him to defeat disciples like Li Miaozhen, who had been True Disciples for over a decade.
Even so, this was enough to make him the most sought-after young prodigy in the Spiritual Snake Lineage.
Whenever he appeared among the disciples, he would receive a lot of support and many female disciples, believing themselves to be somewhat attractive, were already casting flirtatious glances at him.
The male disciples simply felt that both his potential and war power were incredibly strong and, having the support of the Great Elder of the Spiritual Snake Lineage, they just wanted to befriend him.
But many female disciples thought this Junior Brother Qin, despite his young age, already possessed such formidable strength.
Although his looks were not as stunning as Kong Xuan of the Vermilion Bird Lineage, he was quite handsome and definitely an ideal candidate for a Daoist companion.
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Even many female disciples felt that compared to Kong Xuan, Qin Feng was more suitable for a Daoist companion.
Otherwise, facing someone like Kong Xuan, who was prettier than most women, would make them feel inferior.
Qin Feng was different; he wasn’t as pretty as Kong Xuan, yet he made them feel proud of their femininity.
Moreover, since Qin Feng had begun practicing the “Azure Dragon Profound Research” Body Refinement Technique, he had developed a more masculine energy that attracted female admirers more than Kong Xuan’s delicate beauty.
What was more crucial was that becoming Qin Feng’s Daoist companion equated to having a powerful backing, and who knows, they might even have a chance to become the Sect Master’s wife in the future.
Even if they couldn’t be the Sect Master’s wife, being known as an Elder’s wife was not bad either.
What more could they ask for?
Thus, every time Qin Feng appeared in public to practice war formations, a flock of women would surround him.
Some women would even frequently visit him when he left the crowd to return to his cultivation.
Because of this, Qin Feng often received teasing from his senior sister, Liu Xuanling, which left him feeling embarrassed and somewhat overwhelmed.
It wasn’t that these female disciples weren’t pretty, but that he simply wasn’t interested in such matters.
To be able to spare so much time from his cultivation routine to interact with his fellow disciples and practice war formations was already quite rare for him.
If it weren’t for his master’s orders, he would rather spend this time delving into Daoist techniques or perusing Daoist books.
He felt that ever since he became a True Disciple, there was never enough time.
There was so much to cultivate that as a result, he hadn’t touched the Daoist books for many months.
To focus on his cultivation, Qin Feng outright rejected all invitations from the female disciples.
He had no time to go on outings with these girls or to explore the depths of Grotto Heaven with these beautiful young ladies.
He believed he should dedicate more effort to cultivation and regard the pursuit of the Longevity Dao as his most important goal.
Otherwise, if he were to get distracted and delay his progress, he would likely live to regret it.
Qin Feng wasn’t heartless; the Cultivation Techniques passed down by the Beast Taming Sect didn’t follow the Heartless Dao.
He was a living being and sometimes felt attracted to pretty female cultivators.
But that was all it was—a fleeting attraction.
Without achieving the Longevity Dao, he felt he was unlikely to take any action.
Because of this, many female cultivators looked at him with a touch of melancholy in their eyes, but Qin Feng pretended not to notice.
He was just one person; even if he did want to find a Daoist companion, he couldn’t possibly handle so many female cultivators at once.
Since these female cultivators were bound to be heartbroken sooner or later, it was better to let them give up on him now rather than give them a sliver of hope and have them cling to him later.
Qin Feng believed that female disciples like Xue Baoshu were somewhat better.
It wasn’t that her voluptuous body, even bigger than his own, was particularly attractive; it was that she devoted herself to the Dao and pursued strength, never discussing matters of love when she met with Qin Feng.
Therefore, whenever he encountered Xue Baoshu at the sect’s residence, they would talk and laugh together, and he felt quite close to her.
This had led many female disciples to suspect that something was wrong with Qin Feng’s taste.
Ignoring the beautiful female cultivators around him and instead being so intimate with Xue Baoshu, whom one could only describe as robust—could it be that this generation’s true disciples had some peculiar preferences?
Did he not like the fragile, delicate female cultivators, and instead preferred those with broad shoulders and robust bodies to dominate him?
However, such rumors had quickly dissipated, as anyone with clear eyes could see that Qin Feng had no intentions of finding a Daoist companion, and there was absolutely no romantic involvement with Xue Baoshu—just pure camaraderie.
When Liu Wuxiang brought these rumors to Qin Feng’s ears, although he felt somewhat downhearted, he soon disregarded them.
They were just gossips from several female disciples; there was no need to take them to heart.
Aside from his cultivation, he occasionally went to seek advice from Li Miaozhen, asking her about some cultivation techniques from the White Tiger Lineage.
Although he couldn’t be taught the true inheritance techniques, the general spells or even just some concepts and skills of the cultivation techniques could still be shared with Qin Feng.
After several conversations, Qin Feng had gained quite a bit.
He felt that if things continued this way, perhaps by finding just a little more opportunity, he might actually be able to integrate the golden Qi refined from devouring gold into his Azure Dragon Daoist body.
But what exactly that opportunity was, he did not know.
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Under the dim sky, within a massive, majestic, and magnificent palace, several figures sat solemnly.
A powerful entity sat at the highest position.
This being had a strange appearance with seven horns on his head, bone spurs on his back, his body covered in fine scales, and his large mouth revealing sharp fangs, his eyes emanating a fierceness ready to devour people.
Below him, on both sides of the great hall, sat several figures, some similar to him in appearance, some with wings on their backs, others as large as mountains, and some not even humanoid.
At this moment, the entity above furrowed his brows, his gaze unconsciously scanning around.
He wasn’t really paying attention to anything he saw; his actions were merely a way to hide the unease in his heart.
Since over a year ago, when one of his divine souls had been imprisoned and someone had traced the location of his physical self through that soul, he had occasionally felt this inexplicable anxiety.
Especially in recent months, his uneasiness had intensified.
This puzzled him.
Could it be that his divine soul had fallen into the hands of an existence skilled in curses?
Otherwise, why would he feel so uneasy?
He hadn’t felt the slightest hint of being cursed.
If it had indeed been a curse, he wouldn’t be unable to react, but this inexplicable unease had nearly driven him insane.
So, he called over a few of the Demon Gods he was on good terms with to discuss the matter.
He suspected that the Demon Gods from another continent might be scheming against them, which might be causing his bad premonitions.
“Dark Flame, Dark Flame…”
The calling sounds close to his ears snapped him out of his reverie.
“Dark Flame, you don’t seem quite right today!”
The fellow with a body fat like a mountain of flesh put down the beast leg he was gnawing on, looked at him curiously, and said, “What’s wrong with you today?
You called us here, but you seem distracted?”
“Oh, nothing.”
Dark Flame Demon God steadied his mind and said, “I don’t know why, but lately, I’ve been feeling a sense of impending danger that leaves my spirit restless.”
“Huh?”
The other Demon Gods were taken aback, “You feel that too?”
Hearing this, the Dark Flame Demon God hesitated for a moment, “What, you all feel the same?”
He found it strange; could the cause truly not be his own Divine Soul?
Otherwise, even if he was cursed, only he should be sensing it—why would these fellows also have this feeling?
Could it indeed be those Demon Gods from the other continent plotting against them?
The Dark Flame Demon God muttered to himself.
For the moment, he had not realized that the entity holding his split soul had already amassed an army, preparing to attack their world.
Because he felt it was impossible.
Even when his split soul was intact, he had only been able to vaguely sense the general direction of that other world but couldn’t specifically discern its exact location.
The reason he was able to send a part of his Divine Soul to that world was not because his strength allowed him to pierce through the Endless Void.
Even if he could, his Divine Soul Power wasn’t sufficient to help him breach another Great World’s barrier and the obstructions of the Heavenly Dao.
The reason his Divine Soul had appeared in the Biluo Great World was completely due to a contract.
A Devil Contract.
Although he wasn’t of a pure Devil bloodline, nor did he dwell in Hell like those devils, but being a demon of the Dark System, he had his own unique skills in manipulating souls and dealing with contracts.
Some demons particularly liked to split a part of their Divine Soul, anchor it onto a Devil Contract, and then send this contract through a spatial rift to other worlds.
Although the endeavors didn’t always succeed and were more likely to fail, losing their Devil Contracts in the Endless Void, where over long periods, they would eventually dissipate completely, resulting in considerable loss of their Divine Soul Power.
But very few could navigate the endless spatial rifts and find worlds brimming with life.
The Dark Flame Demon God considered himself extremely fortunate to have found such a world.
Initially, he found the living beings of that world so weak that with just a slight exertion of his Divine Power, he was able to gather a multitude of followers and harvested an enormous amount of Soul Power.
His Divine Power grew somewhat as a result.
He didn’t really need the Power of Faith.
In fact, most demons of the Dark System didn’t favor cultivating with the Power of Faith.
Instead of the believers’ power of faith, they preferred devouring the believers’ Divine Soul Power.
For they believed the Power of Faith relied too heavily on believers, unlike the reliability of devouring Soul Power, which, once absorbed, would become permanently a part of their own power, unlike Power of Faith, which required continuous replenishment through believers’ prayers.
Initially, the Dark Flame Demon God thought the humans of that world were weak, so he began to develop extensively.
Until one day, a group of humans knowledgeable in spells began slaughtering his followers, overthrowing his temples, and smashing his statues, he then realized how fragile his believers actually were.
At that point, he found out that the world also had methods of cultivation.
After his followers were slaughtered massively, he felt he should change his approach to harvesting souls.
He didn’t care about the lives of his followers.
He just didn’t want to give up on that world, for the souls there tasted exceptionally delicious, and he wanted to devour more Soul Power to become stronger.
He believed that if his followers could conquer that world, dominate it, then supplying him with generations of Soul Power, it might not take thousands of years before he could advance to a higher level as a Demon God.
Then, even contending for the position of World Master seemed possible.
So even if his followers were slaughtered and his temple was destroyed, he wasn’t ready to just give up.
Then he tricked a human youth, letting this lad carry his statue entrenched with his split soul and escape from the battleground to seek followers elsewhere.
Unfortunately, he was deceived by that lad.
Even now, the Dark Flame Demon God could not understand it—he had given the lad significant benefits, and the lad had borne his Divine Power; how could he dare betray him?
Did such a weak being not fear being killed by him?
The consequence of the youth’s betrayal was his split soul falling into the hands of a powerful entity.
The Dark Flame Demon God didn’t know the exact strength of the foe but knew that the opponent had once probed him via the connection with that split soul.
Moreover, the adversary seemed to want to lock onto him, intending to attack him.
Luckily, he had timely severed the connection with that split soul.