Demonic Cultivator: Immune To Common Side Effects - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Deep Within the Demonic Sect’s Armory

Old Daoist Xuanwang barked an order, “Everyone, focus!”

“The cold winds from Frigid Valley arrive and depart swiftly, but if we seize this opportunity, we can pinpoint that traitorous disciple’s location.”

Hearing his words, the disciples swiftly formed hand seals, readying themselves.

As the frigid gust swept through Broken Sword Valley, the dense mist before them began to thin. Though it didn’t completely dissipate, they could now clearly see their surroundings.

“There he is! The traitorous disciple!” Xuanwang pointed his Xuanwang Sword at Li Yan. Through the thinning mist, they glimpsed two fleeting shadows.

Though merely shadows, the old Daoist was certain one of them was his treacherous disciple, Li Yan!

Without hesitation, Xuanwang waved his hand, and dozens of bone swords flew from the sword case on his back.

Li Yan, concealed within the mist, heard the whirring of the flying swords behind him and felt a sense of impending doom.

Damn it! he thought. At a time like this, a cold gust has come and blown away part of the mist in Broken Sword Valley.

As the flying swords hurtled toward Li Yan, the Corpse Puppet Su Mo’s protective instincts surged to life.

She shoved Li Yan aside and braced herself to take the full force of the swords!

Several flying swords struck her body, only to be repelled with a metallic clang.

Apart from tearing through Su Mo’s robes, the blades left only a few shallow white marks on her skin.

The physical strength of a Blood Pill Realm cultivator was far beyond Xuanwang’s ability to breach.

Seeing Su Mo unharmed, Li Yan dared not linger and fled deeper into Broken Sword Valley. After all, Su Mo could only block flying swords from one direction, leaving her vulnerable to attacks from all sides. If Xuanwang and his group managed to encircle them, Li Yan’s situation would become dire.

As Li Yan sprinted, his mind raced, swiftly analyzing every possibility.

Spotting Xuanwang’s group closing in, Li Yan waved his hand.

“Go!”

Activating the Blood Shadow Art, the shadow beneath his feet stretched outward.

“Since they’re so eager to chase, let them trigger the Ancient Formations here!”

At that moment, the true strength of the Blood Shadow Art was revealed.

Li Yan continued his escape while his shadow remained behind to cover his retreat. The shadow triggered an Ancient Formation hidden beneath a pile of corpses, unleashing a series of violent explosions that halted Xuanwang’s pursuit.

“That brat…”

“He knows these traps like the back of his hand?”

After being caught in several explosions, Xuanwang hesitated to continue the chase, fearing Li Yan’s shadow might activate more unknown traps.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Yan plunged deeper into Broken Sword Valley and vanished into the thick fog.

Having been chased this far, Li Yan was reluctant to venture deeper into Broken Sword Valley.

His Mind’s Eye had revealed that the valley’s depths were far more perilous than its periphery, with traps packed tighter than a snake’s coils. Sending his shadow clones to gather natural treasures was one thing, but venturing alone into this treacherous inner sanctum would be foolish.

Yet he had no choice.

The frigid winds of Frigid Valley had driven the mist deep into the valley’s heart, forcing him to take shelter within its swirling tendrils.

Only after reaching a relatively safe spot did he begin to carefully survey his surroundings.

“This Frigid Valley wind is truly bone-chilling,” he muttered. “It can’t be ordinary wind—no standard wind-type spell could budge this Restricted Mist.”

Li Yan had already tested this; ordinary wind spells were utterly ineffective against the mist. It seemed only the icy gales of Frigid Valley could disperse this Restricted Mist.

Now trapped deep within Broken Sword Valley, with Old Ghost Xuanwang hot on his trail nearby, Li Yan heard the old fiend’s mocking curses echoing through the valley:

“Traitorous Disciple! Keep hiding deeper inside!”

“Do you even know what Yin Miasma Qi lurks in these depths?”

“Let’s see where you can hide now!”

Yin Miasma Qi?

So the dark purple mist swirling through Broken Sword Valley’s depths was miasma. Li Yan had hesitated to enter recklessly precisely because of such hidden dangers.

Xuanwang and his group, positioned outside the miasma, were manipulating their flying swords to strike into the swirling haze, hoping to force Li Yan out.

Yin Miasma Qi… If I could become immune to this miasma, just like I’m immune to the Restricted Mist?

A daring idea flashed through Li Yan’s mind.

Seeing himself cornered at the edge of the miasma, Li Yan tentatively extended a finger into the swirling toxins.

Detected host’s contact with extremely concentrated Yin Miasma Qi!

Side Effect Reversal System activated. Host begins absorbing Yin Miasma Qi, converting it into Yang Sacrifice Power.

Huh?!

It works!

Without hesitation, Li Yan plunged headfirst into the poisonous mist.

In an instant, he was completely submerged in the Yin Miasma Qi.

The miasma seemed intent on dragging him into an abyss, corroding both his flesh and soul.

But with the Side Effect Reversal System activated, the Yin Miasma Qi transformed into a potent elixir!

Not only was Li Yan absorbing the toxins, but Su Mo, the Corpse Puppet by his side, was also gulping them down greedily.

The Corpse Puppet even giggled foolishly. “Sweet.”

For Li Yan, Side Effect Reversal meant an immense boost in power.

For Su Mo, straddling the line between life and death, the Yin Miasma Qi was an even greater tonic.

The miasma, which others fled in terror, felt as comfortable as home to Li Yan and his Corpse Puppet, Su Mo.

Old Ghost Xuanwang, having finally caught up, watched Li Yan vanish into the dark purple miasma and snorted coldly.

“Fool!”

“Cornered like a rat, the brat bolted into the miasma.”

Xuanwang gnashed his teeth, itching to tear Li Yan limb from limb.

Xuansha gently patted his junior brother’s shoulder. “Junior Brother, beyond here lies the Forbidden Zone of Broken Sword Valley.”

“If they’ve fled in there, they won’t last long.”

Old Ghost Xuanwang sighed. “What a pity. We let that cooked duck fly away.”

Xuansha urged, “Junior Brother, the mist is already starting to coalesce again. Let’s retreat while we can still see the path.”

“There are other treasures waiting to be plundered in Broken Sword Valley. No need to risk venturing deeper.”

The biting wind of Frigid Valley gradually subsided as the surrounding mist grew thicker.

Reluctant to venture further into the miasma, Old Ghost Xuanwang had no choice but to lead his disciples back the way they had come.

Little did they know…

Li Yan and Su Mo, the Corpse Puppet, moved freely through the miasma, as if basking in a gentle spring breeze.

Walking through this toxic terrain, Li Yan felt as comfortable as if he were returning home.

And with his Mind’s Eye, he observed Xuanwang and the others hesitating to follow, deterred by the dense poisonous mist.

“This place is perfect for my cultivation!”

“No outsiders can enter, and the Yin Miasma Qi is incredibly dense—truly a geomantic treasure trove.”

Li Yan surveyed his surroundings and found them far less harsh than he had imagined.

On the contrary, the area teemed with rare, yin-aligned medicinal herbs and plants that would be priceless elsewhere, growing here as freely as weeds.

“If I settled here, I’d never be disturbed by outsiders. Excellent, truly excellent!”

Li Yan rarely smiled, but he couldn’t help but grin. Su Mo, his Corpse Puppet companion, watched him intently, her world revolving around her master.

Seeing Li Yan’s happiness, Su Mo also smiled, her face simple and guileless.

“Like… here,” she stammered, struggling to pronounce the words.

Meanwhile, Li Yan used his Mind’s Eye to confirm that Xuanwang and the others wouldn’t dare to enter the Forbidden Zone of Broken Sword Valley.

He began searching for a suitable cultivation spot, preparing to refine and absorb the abundant Yin Miasma Qi once more.

This deep within the Forbidden Zone of Broken Sword Valley, he found scattered ruins and a few stone structures that had somehow survived the ravages of time.

“Hmm?”

Li Yan’s gaze was quickly drawn to one particular building.

“A Sect armory?”

“Could this be… the armory of the Demonic Sect Holy Land?”