I Swear I’m Not a Demonic Cultivator - Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Purifying the Water Vein
Back Mountain.
A hundred-zhang waterfall cascaded down.
Fang Zheng had come to test his sword.
The System’s explanation still echoed in his mind:
Myriad Souls Heart-Devouring Sword.
A Heart-Slaying Sword, a Sword of Righteousness.
Its power far exceeded what was considered acceptable.
Every blade of grass and tree damaged in the Sect had to be compensated for with Spirit Stones.
His pockets were cleaner than his face.
“Precision is key,” he muttered.
“No physical destruction—just slay the waterfall’s ‘Dao Heart.'”
Fang Zheng resolved to use only the most basic sword form: a straight thrust.
Safe, economical.
He stood firm, pointed his fingers like a sword, and aimed at the waterfall twenty-five feet away.
Inwardly, he silently commanded the System:
Target: Heart-Slaying Sword. Subdue with Virtue. Stop at the point.
Ding!
The System’s mechanical voice was even more decisive than his own.
Detected Host’s noble intention to ‘Subdue with Virtue.’
Power form optimization in progress…
“Heart-Slaying” weight locked at 99.99%.
Physical energy dissipation compressed to negligible levels.
Optimization complete. This System has shielded you from the vast majority of physical damage. Host may unleash the full extent of the sword without fear and illuminate the righteous path.
The System, ever reliable.
Within Fang Zheng’s Dantian, the pitch-black Sword Qi seed trembled slightly.
A strand of black Qi, finer than a spider’s silk, surged through his meridians to his fingertip.
It carried no hint of power.
“Go,” Fang Zheng whispered.
The black Qi detached from his fingertip and vanished into the roaring curtain of water.
Silent and imperceptible.
One second.
Two seconds.
The waterfall continued its thunderous roar, spray soaking his face.
Nothing happened.
Fang Zheng’s brow furrowed.
Did I miss? he wondered. Or is this “Heart-Slaying” effect useless against inanimate objects?
Looks like defeating Li Mu in a month might be harder than I thought.
Just as self-doubt began to creep in during the third second…
The world went mute.
Boom—
The waterfall’s roar, which had echoed for millennia, vanished into thin air.
The wind’s howl, the birdsong in the forest, the insects chirping in the grass…
Every sound was brutally erased in that instant.
Fang Zheng couldn’t even hear his own heartbeat.
Absolute, deathly silence.
His eyes froze.
He saw it.
The waterfall, ten zhang wide, its relentless torrent of ten thousand tons of water, froze.
It solidified abruptly in mid-air, each droplet suspended in its descent, eerily frozen in place.
Then, the water began to rot.
Its crystal-clear clarity rapidly transformed into the gray-white pallor of a dead fish’s belly.
The Spiritual Energy within the water was instantly drained, utterly depleted by an overbearing force.
A stench beyond description assaulted the senses—as if ten thousand skunk corpses and rusted iron had been simmered in a sulfurous pool for three days and nights.
Fang Zheng’s stomach churned violently, nearly spewing his breakfast on the spot.
In the span of a single breath.
The entire suspended waterfall had completely transformed into a viscous, pitch-black “Wall of Dead Water,” dripping with nauseating fluids!
【Ding! Detecting massive residual ‘filthy obsession’ within the target’s Spirit Vein. Initiating deep purification…】
The System’s notification had barely faded when—
“Aaaah—hate! I hate them so much!”
“Kill! Kill all these hypocrites from the Azure Cloud Sect!”
“Give me back my Dao Foundation! Give me back my life!!!”
“Heh heh heh heh~”
A cacophony of billions of howls—mingling resentment, madness, and despair—exploded from the pitch-black “Dead Water”!
Countless ghastly faces, twisted beyond recognition, writhed, struggled, and roared frantically across the pitch-black curtain of water.
The sound carried a palpable corruption, distorting even the air itself.
This spectacle forced Fang Zheng to retreat two and a half steps.
But he quickly steadied his mind, gazing at the tormented faces with a sudden realization dawning on his face.
He nodded calmly.
As expected.
Millennia of cascading water had accumulated an immeasurable amount of formless “Heart Demons” within the Water Vein.
The Myriad Souls Heart-Devouring Sword was designed to forcibly expel this festering filth from its very roots, then utterly purify it.
No destruction without rebirth.
This, then, is a free deep cleanse of the Sect’s Main Water Vein. My vision just expanded.
BOOM—!!!
Before he could bask in the glory of his virtuous deed, the “purified” Myriad Souls Black River crashed down with thunderous force!
Its target: the jade-green deep pool below.
Sizzle—crack—splatter—!
The sound was like boiling oil splashing onto raw flesh!
The moment the Black Water touched the jade-green pool, a hundred-zhang-tall plume of toxic black mist erupted!
The Spirit Fish that had been gliding leisurely through the pool vanished without a trace, reduced to ashes in an instant.
Where the Black Water struck, an unfathomably deep pit had been corroded into existence, still bubbling with fist-sized black blisters that expanded relentlessly outward.
The earth cracked, blackened, and sprouted a bizarre moss mottled with cadaverous spots.
The Main Water Vein, which had nourished the Azure Cloud Sect’s Back Mountain for millennia, had its Dao Foundation shattered, instantly succumbing to demonic corruption!
Standing on the ravaged shore, Fang Zheng gazed at the hellish scene before him and began to seriously retrace his steps.
“Hmm, the ‘Heart-Slaying’ effect was outstanding. It really purged all the filth from the Water Vein.”
“Just… a bit too dramatic.”
He stared at the still-expanding demonic pit, furrowing his brow.
“This pit is way too deep. When I report this, I’ll definitely be fined. I only get three Lower Grade Spirit Stones a month—how many lifetimes will it take to pay this off?”
He mourned silently for his dwindling funds.
Just then, the sky darkened.
Waves of terrifying, suffocating pressure erupted from all corners of the Sect, soaring skyward.
One. Two.
…A full seven!
Each carried the all-consuming fury of a Late Stage Golden Core Cultivator, capable of incinerating everything in their path!
Above the heavens, He Tian, Chief of the Hall of Law Enforcement, stood with six other Elders in a Seven Stars formation.
He gazed down at the massive crater below, where Demonic Energy surged skyward. Poisonous mists roiled within, and vengeful spirits howled, triggering frenzied warnings in his Dao Heart.
This is a peerless demonic corruption capable of contaminating an entire prefecture!
And its source? The unscathed Outer Disciple below, who was casually kicking pebbles.
“Form the formation!” He Tian’s voice was hoarse with terror.
“Seven Stars Dragon Lock! Spare no cost—exterminate this fiend!”
Seven colossal cyan pillars of light tore through the heavens, rapidly converging beneath the dark, resentment-laden clouds to weave a massive formation that blotted out the sky.
A terrifying killing intent, capable of leveling ten thousand mountains, instantly locked onto the sole living being below.
Fang Zheng tilted his head, studying the vast, glowing net overhead with confusion.
“Huh? What’s all this? Are the Sect’s higher-ups actually here? Could this be… a celebration for my successful purification of the Water Vein?”
The thought had barely formed when an icy, bone-chilling killing intent descended from the heavens—a force capable of instantly freezing the souls of Golden Core Cultivators.
But the moment it touched Fang Zheng, the System’s innate shield filtered it into a pure, warm current.
Ding! Detecting the ‘Reward and Protection’ blessing energy field from the Sect’s high-level authorities. Converting it into the ‘Heavenly Dao Fortune Blessing’, which will significantly enhance your comprehension and innate talent for the duration of an incense stick.
A brilliant azure light descended from the heavens, gently enveloping him.
Fang Zheng felt a profound sense of comfort wash over him, as if all thirty-six thousand pores of his body were rejoicing. Even the lingering frustration over his recent financial losses dissipated.
Sensing the surging power within him, he gazed up at the majestic, awe-inspiring Formation in the sky, a warm current flooding his heart.
I understand now.
This must be the Sect’s unique way of acknowledging his achievements, encouraging him to continue shining brightly for their cause!
High above, He Tian’s eyes burned crimson as he stared intently at the scene below.
He watched as the Absolute Kill Formation unleashed its billions of murderous intent, yet the Demon Lord not only remained unscathed but closed his eyes, a blissful expression on his face. His Demonic Energy seemed to grow even purer!
“He… he’s absorbing the Formation’s power!”
He Tian’s mind buzzed like a struck gong, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Meanwhile, Fang Zheng, now bathed in the “blessing,” bowed deeply toward the sky and the seven Elders.
Mustering every ounce of his strength, he roared from the depths of his heart:
“The Sect’s favor upon me is as heavy as Mount Tai!”
“Disciple Fang Zheng humbly thanks the Sect for its boundless grace!”