Chapter 891: Skin of a Demon God

Yang Tian scratched his head, a headache coming on. This old Daoist had seen through his temper and was determined to cling to him, leaving him speechless.

“I’ve heard of this pill—it’s a Golden Pill!” the Nightmare Dragon’s voice came.

“What? A Golden Pill!” Yang Tian’s heart trembled. An eighth-grade pill! Such pills were terrifying; Yang Tian had only seen a few. But did they have such a pill?

“If it really is a Golden Pill, the energy in your body will be directly harmonized, and taking away the Yin-Yang Life-and-Death Diagram won’t be a big problem,” the Nightmare Dragon said then.

“That’s a bit impossible, isn’t it? This old fellow is just an uninitiated cultivator—how could he have such a pill?” Yang Tian shook his head, thinking to himself.

At that moment, he saw the auction house produce a beast-hide map. After a few careful looks, he saw that half the beast-hide map was missing, but he felt a sense of reluctance.

“Damn, it’s actually the skin of a demon god! Too extravagant, this is damn extravagant!” the Nightmare Dragon roared out, startling Yang Tian.

“The skin of a demon god? Are you sure?” Yang Tian’s scalp tingled. A demon god—a great power of the demon race, terrifying beyond measure, a deity—who would dare use its skin to refine something?

“Of course it’s true. This is indeed the fur and hide of a demon god, refined into a beast-hide map. This should be a treasure map,” the Nightmare Dragon said.

“A treasure map? Could it be related to a demon god?” Yang Tian’s scalp tingled, feeling he had touched something extraordinary.

“I’m very puzzled. That wastrel tore the demon god’s skin in half. Too powerful—it was probably done by a top-tier great divine-power cultivator.”

Yang Tian directly told the Red-Robed Archbishop to buy it. This item might be even more terrifying than the jade cup, hiding a great secret.

“No need. This old foreigner clearly has no money. Ziqing, hurry up and buy it as a gift for the senior.” The old Daoist waved his sleeve, putting on the air of a lofty expert.

Shi Ziqing quickly nodded and called out a sky-high price, shocking the entire auction house into silence, and he immediately won the bid.

The demon god’s skin felt warm and smooth, exuding a cool aura, appearing to be an ordinary object. Yang Tian tugged at it, but the beast-hide map didn’t budge, truly terrifying.

After scanning it a few times, Yang Tian pointed with his finger, and the demon god map instantly became fearsome. Mountains and rivers began to manifest, as if depicting some region, appearing in the void.

“Holy crap.” Shi Ziqing’s heart trembled. He never imagined that the item he bought could be so terrifying; this map was way too powerful.

“Pity it’s missing half.” After a few glances, the demon god map fell into his hand. Where did this map record?

The mountains and rivers seemed to hold endless mysteries, like a kind of celestial terrain, making it feel far from simple.

“Eh, this terrain?” After staring at it for a long time, the old Daoist was full of doubt and astonishment. He examined it carefully, feeling he had seen it somewhere before.

“Senior, I think I’ve seen this terrain somewhere,” the old Daoist couldn’t help saying, feeling the terrain was familiar.

“Where?” Yang Tian’s hand clenched tightly. This was a terrain imprinted with the fur of a demon god, likely hiding a great secret.

“I can’t recall at the moment, but I’m sure I’ve seen it. Maybe I saw it in the Daoist temple,” the old Daoist said awkwardly, then quickly added.

“Senior, why not come to Dragon Tiger Mountain for a visit? Perhaps we can find it,” the old Daoist said again.

“That works.” Yang Tian nodded, putting away the demon god skin. This thing might well be a treasure map, which would be no small matter.

“You go back first.” Yang Tian glanced at the Red-Robed Archbishop and said.

He stood with his hands behind his back, and the few of them instantly vanished. With each step Yang Tian took, mountains and rivers receded, crossing the endless sea to arrive in China.

“Where is Dragon Tiger Mountain?” Yang Tian looked around and asked. Since this was the birthplace of Daoism, perhaps he could find some missing techniques.

Both of them were stunned. Shi Ziqing’s jaw nearly dropped. The old Daoist excitedly pointed ahead to show him the way.

Arriving at Dragon Tiger Mountain, Yang Tian scanned the surroundings and saw some people similar to the old Daoist—though they dabbled in cultivation, their cultivation was too low.

“There are quite a few from the younger generation.” Yang Tian noticed some young people cultivating; a few had extraordinary talent, having reached the martial artist realm in such a place.

“Senior, this year is the Daoist Assembly, so many have come. There are also competitions among the younger generation. Dragon Tiger Mountain was the ancestral court in ancient times, so it’s held here,” the old Daoist said.

Yang Tian nodded. Then he scanned one of the mountains, his eyes lighting up. This place actually held hidden secrets.

“It should be a remnant small world. No wonder this place is the birthplace of Daoism—this stone is actually a supreme treasure, capable of containing all things,” Yang Tian thought to himself.

“Yo, isn’t this Old Daoist Lin Xu?” Suddenly, a contemptuous voice rang out. A young man walked over, very handsome, accompanied by a man and a woman.

Seeing the arrivals, the old Daoist remained composed, but Shi Ziqing’s face darkened. These people had low seniority in the cultivation world, yet they addressed his master so disrespectfully.

“Chen Li, don’t be so rude. Don’t you know to greet your elders?” Shi Ziqing was not afraid of them, sweeping them with a cold gaze and speaking sternly.

Seeing who spoke, Chen Li gave a half-smile and said, “Isn’t this the great royal body?”

“This person is indeed a royal body, hailed as a rare genius in the cultivation world. But how’s his cultivation? Still at the sixth level of Blood Refining,” the young man beside Chen Li shook his head.

“Even with a royal body, it depends on one’s aptitude, and also on who teaches them,” another woman commented, glancing at Lin Xu and speaking softly.

“Chen Li, you’ve cultivated for ten years and only reached the eighth level of Blood Refining. Stop blabbering here.” Shi Ziqing sneered. He had only cultivated for three years and achieved such results with no resource support, always staying ahead of them. These people often looked down on him, and Lin Xu suffered as a result.

“You!” Chen Li’s brows furrowed tightly. Her jade hand clenched slightly, and a surge of blood energy began to flow. She said coldly, “In cultivation, there’s no first or last; the strong rule. Don’t think I wouldn’t dare cripple you!”

“Hmph, then try it. See who lives and who dies!” Shi Ziqing’s blood began to boil, faintly exuding the majesty of a royal body, and he spoke gravely.

“How dare you!” Chen Li’s face darkened, and she seemed poised to strike. But sensing his faint yet pervasive pressure, her mind tightened. She had heard elders mention that the combat power of a royal body was formidable, usually capable of fighting above one’s level.

Chen Li’s mouth twitched slightly. If she lost, she would be utterly humiliated. Just as she was seething with anger, she suddenly noticed a woman staring at her.

Qing Xiaoyue was also very curious. Apart from these few, she had never seen cultivators before, especially women, so she couldn’t help but take a few more looks.

Chen Li was already in a bad mood. Noticing that a mortal’s appearance surpassed hers, and vaguely sensing that the young man beside her was sizing her up, she flew into a rage and growled, “You bastard, what are you looking at? Is this a place for you? Get lost!”