Chapter 95

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds.

Inside the cave, the light was dim, and the cold walls were lined with torches.

The flames burned fiercely, casting a fiery red glow that continuously spread throughout the cave.

Yang Qifeng's eyes were exceptionally bright, as if they could pierce through the darkness.

He was deep in thought. The heavenly virtue was hopeless, but the human virtue offered a glimmer of hope. Promoting human development was difficult for others, but for Yang Qifeng, it was different.

In his previous life, he had no supernatural powers or Daoist techniques; he lived in a world of ordinary people where everything was about human virtue.

By drawing on some of this knowledge, he was sure it would be very helpful, and he would definitely gain some human virtue.

For example, the countless pieces of knowledge in his mind were classics passed down by generations of wise men. Daoist texts aside, the most virtue one could gain was not from these Daoist texts, but from being a doctor.

The medical profession could earn virtue much faster than being a Daoist.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, a saying from Buddhism, but it reveals the essence of the matter.

Opening a clinic and treating patients was a small path; the great path was to write books, travel the world, and widely recruit disciples. With the classics in his mind, he would surely gain a lot of virtue.

The classics in his mind had extraordinary effects in this world where Daoist techniques were revered. Yang Qifeng had already verified this from the *Tao Te Ching* and the *Huangting Jing*, so he was very confident.

However, his identity as a demon made every step difficult.

All his plans and calculations had come to nothing.

The enmity between humans and demons was not a joke. Any action he took would prompt human sects to act. No one would begrudge the extra virtue, and allowing a demon to gain human virtue was something no human could tolerate.

Yang Qifeng felt a sense of loss. He asked the cold and indifferent Qianlan Demon God, "Can't I deceive them with my transformation technique?"

"No, your current transformation technique can fool ordinary immortals, but there are also scattered immortals among humans," Qianlan Demon God replied coldly.

"Those old fellows who love to travel the world and play with the mundane also have a hobby of slaying demons," Qianlan Demon God added.

Qianlan Demon God's words made Yang Qifeng feel a chill. He thought of a deity.

Lü Dongbin, one of the Eight Immortals, loved to play with the mundane, disguising himself in various identities and constantly wandering the world, also enjoying slaying demons.

If he encountered Lü Dongbin, Yang Qifeng would surely be killed with a single sword strike.

The world was vast, and the chances of encountering him were low, but Yang Qifeng had to admit that Lü Dongbin was just an example. There were many others with similar hobbies.

There was also the monk Ji Gong, who loved to display his powers in front of people.

If he stayed in a remote place, he would be safe, but to gain virtue, he needed a large population, not a remote area. Moreover, he had to take action, which would attract powerful people to come and slay demons.

"Since a demon identity won't work, then a human identity will," Yang Qifeng looked at the shadow on the ring, the expressionless Qianlan Demon God, and suddenly understood.

"You're right. As a demon, you can't pass among humans unless your power is so great that you can act without restraint, but that's impossible for you now. So, the only solution is to create a clone and become human. All obstacles will disappear. Although the virtue gained by the clone will only be one-third of what you receive, it's a steady method."

Qianlan Demon God's eyes glowed with a strange light as he looked at Yang Qifeng. He found the opening of the Nuwa Palace too coincidental, as if it were prepared for him. However, after another look, he realized that in just a hundred years, it was impossible to cultivate the Three Pure Fires or even condense the three great divine flames. This made it impossible to become an immortal and gain a spot in the Nuwa Palace.

This contradicted his previous guess, so the method to compensate for his foundation, virtue, became even more important.

To ensure entry into the Nuwa Palace, he had to make up for his foundation. Since the Three Pure Fires were impossible, virtue was the key. He wanted to see how the seemingly unremarkable Yang Qifeng would gain a lot of virtue.

This was another test. Yang Qifeng had already passed the test of fortune, but Qianlan Demon God was puzzled by his ordinary fortune.

If he passed this test, it would prove that he was truly destined.

One time could be a coincidence, but twice was impossible.

Qianlan Demon God looked at Yang Qifeng with deep meaning and continued, "In ancient times, the divine race cultivated a spiritual fruit called the Ten Thousand Spirits Fruit."

"It is essential for cultivating a clone. With the right techniques, you can create a clone. The divine race had countless clones because of the Ten Thousand Spirits Fruit."

"That was a very long time ago,"

"Wait, are you saying... this!" Yang Qifeng shook his head in confusion but then realized something. He took out a key from his chest.

It was inscribed with divine script, the ancient key from the Pre-Qin era.

"Yes, that's it. The divine race loved to cultivate the Ten Thousand Spirits Fruit, so obtaining it shouldn't be difficult."

"Are you saying I should go to Xianyang?" Yang Qifeng said calmly.

"Yes, didn't the mountain god say what the key was for?"

"He told me to go to Xianyang to find out its use, but Xianyang is a divine capital. Although it is now destroyed, it still has many divine prohibitions that are still effective, making it one of the forbidden places in the world. With my strength, wouldn't I be walking to my death?" Yang Qifeng hesitated.

"Of course not. You don't need to go deep into Xianyang. You can find the Ten Thousand Spirits Fruit in the outer layers without any problems," Qianlan Demon God said confidently.

"If you're lucky, you might find it without entering Xianyang."

"That's true. Although Xianyang is a forbidden place, many people still try to gain benefits from it, and there are always a few lucky ones," Yang Qifeng's heart became active.

He had already decided on his next plan.

He would stabilize his divine soul, use the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace to condense his primordial spirit, then leave the Western Ox-Heaven Continent and head to the Southern Jambudvipa Continent.

With his mind set, he felt much more at ease.

After chatting with Qianlan Demon God for a few more sentences, he sat down on the stone bed and began to cultivate.

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