"Here, a gift."
In the sea of stars, a figure resembling the very source of the entire starry sea descended to earth. The goddess opened her palm, and a phoenix surrounded by the [Five Virtues Qi] flapped its wings and flew out, landing in front of Li Lin and transforming into a feather fan.
"The sect leader's fan?" Li Lin asked curiously. A warmth spread through his fingertips as they touched it, followed by a cool sensation and a tingling feeling in his mind. The Star Gods within him opened their divine eyes and responded to it.
"You went to the sect leader, wanting to disqualify Senior Brother Li from the competition, but you didn't succeed," Buola guessed, then chuckled at the end of her sentence.
She was happy when she saw Doumu Yuanjun's grumpy face.
"This [Five Fires Seven Birds Fan] can ward off external evils and refine internal demons." [Doumu Yuanjun] ignored Buola, "[Five Virtues Fire] is crafted with the feathers of seven kinds of spirit birds."
Buola stopped giggling. "Are you really going to let Junior Brother Li risk his life to participate in that damn 'Three Sects Martial Arts Competition'?"
"Of course not." [Doumu Yuanjun]'s face darkened, and the image of Deng Si's earnest expression when he said, 'Our sect also protects the chastity of its disciples, including male disciples,' flashed through her mind.
"This is that bastard's apology to me."
Doumu Yuanjun frowned slightly, but her expression softened when she looked at Li Lin.
"Lin'er, I will stay with you and make sure you never have the chance to sign up."
So you're saying you're not planning to register?
Inside the [Beast Arena], Li Ke, with his eyes fixed straight ahead, seemed to be intently feeding the Three-Headed Flood Dragon in front of him.
It should be noted that within the [Beast Arena], there are beasts but no demons.
Even the strongest of these spirit beasts retain their primal wildness and possess no intelligence whatsoever.
Moreover, it is a carnivorous, Three-Headed Flood Dragon known for its unpredictable nature, and it will even bite its own other heads.
But at this moment, he ignored the dragon head, whose eyes were fixed on the venomous saliva that was staring at his hand as it fell and corroded the ground with a hissing sound, and whose eyes resembled those of a husky that wanted to destroy the house. His mind was entirely focused on Li Lin.
Even though the precursor to the Profound Yellow Tribulation Profound Yellow Chi Tribulation cultivator, the Earth Milk Realm, can ignore most poisons, these fangs, sharp enough to break through even Profound Yellow Realm cultivator's defenses, are not to be trifled with.
Li Lin couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for him.
—Even if you are traveling in disguise, the pain of being bitten is still shared, you know? Are you really a cultivator from the Ping'an Ji who prioritizes survival?
—Hey, it's biting your hand!
Your hand is—
Li Lin wanted to say that Li Ke's hand was bleeding.
However, the most prominent characteristic of cultivators of the [Profound Yellow Tribulation] and [Profound Nether Abyss] is that their internal and external energies are perfectly integrated. They have no weaknesses in the conventional sense, such as eyes, heart, and brain. Even if their bodies are dissected, there will be no bones or blood flowing out; there will only be a dark yellow, void color.
The cut opening will not leak out its essence; instead, it will absorb external substances to fill the gap.
"It's nothing." Li Ke waved his hand, ignoring the other hand that was hoarsely grinding like a teething toy, and directly cut it off. "Quickly, tell me, what other risks are there that we haven't noticed? That shouldn't be the case."
"You should know that our group of disciples who haven't yet joined the sect has been targeted by the Dark Magic Fairy," Li Lin said. "The Mount Sumeru Illusionary Realm is a gathering of immortals from the three sects, and there is a risk that he could infiltrate it and corrupt our Dao."
"[Daoist staining]? What kind of risk is that?" Li Ke waved his newly grown baby hand. "Isn't it just that one's own Dao is replaced, and one's mind is taken over by the [Dao Releaser]?"
"You must understand, we are in the [Mount Sumeru Illusionary Realm], and relying solely on my own cultivation, with my talent, I can at most only [Transcend Tribulation] and become a [Loose Immortal] of three to Wu Jie ([Loose Immortal] is also a [Tribulation Crossing Stage], a title that those cultivators who stop before [Dao Fruit] and pass the [Dao Tribulation] use to console themselves)."
"You can do that?" Li Lin instantly understood what he meant.
[Dao Ran] is equivalent to dark color covering light color. From then on, no matter how a cultivator cultivates, he will be unable to transcend the shackles of [Dao Releaser], and his thoughts and ideas will also be controlled by it.
But this is not without a solution.
Fighting poison with poison, and being affected by another "Daoist stain," one can use the "Daoist stain" to counteract the "Daoist stain," thus preventing one's mind from being taken away and regaining one's true self.
If a cultivator's talent is average, then all that remains of the [Dao Dye] is benefit.
One can easily follow the path of others to achieve [Transcending Tribulation] and obtain the title of [Nine Tribulation Loose Immortal].
If it weren't for the fact that immortals all pursue a flourishing of diverse styles, using "difference" as the source of progress.
In this world, cultivators will surely be reduced to only those Dao Releaser and Daoism, and those who have been corrupted by it.
This is why the [Great Dark Magic Curse] only remains at the stage of [almost being tainted], because the immortal behind it wants [something different], not just [someone who can be tainted] at will.
"No," Li Ke also thought of this, "Just how much does that Dark Magic Fairy hate you? How did you offend him that he would rather give up the huge reward of helping you become an immortal than let you be corrupted by his Dao."
The Four Symbols Sect: Immortals all cultivate Four Sect-Guarding Scriptures, which form the foundation of the sect.
Therefore, as long as a cultivator of the Four Symbols Sect makes progress and becomes an immortal, the corresponding background color will increase.
Immortals will all receive benefits.
The Dark Magic Sect's crudest and most unscrupulous methods are only used against cultivators who have stopped progressing. They force them to cultivate the Nether Blood Collection, which helps improve the quality of their offspring, and then let them reproduce like Beast to produce a continuous stream of immortal Immortal Blossom.
However, even with these 'Beast,' they would not 'taint' them with their own virtues, to prevent their offspring from being too homogeneous.
"Maybe he's petty? He had a child without an anus, and I just happened to be the one taking his anger out on him?" Li Lin said.
Li Lin naturally knew the reason; in the terms of the Honghuang, it was that the calamity energy entered the brain, clouding the mind.
Furthermore, he possesses the potential to become an immortal, and is protected by Doumu Yuanjun, making it impossible to find any flaws in his abilities.
If you can't have it, you can only destroy it.
"Is it because of [Doumu Yuanjun]?" Li Ke guessed.
The news that Li Lin had been accepted as a disciple by Doumu Yuanjun had already spread.
"You guys, don't feed the mistress random things."
A clear, ethereal voice broke into their conversation.
A purple butterfly flickered, transforming into a captivating silhouette.
Her white hair was like the moon, her beautiful eyes like jade, and her temperament was ethereal like a fairy from Mount Gusha. However, her attire was extremely strange: her hair was tied up with withered vines, her waist was bound with long snakes, she wore a neutral-toned plain white robe, and she was barefoot.
"Luna? Is it also your pet?" By the end of Li Ke's sentence, all his doubts had vanished.
The fact that the Three-Headed Flood Dragon spat out its severed hand, curled up into a ball, and dared not look at Luna was clear evidence of this.
"You don't have another nickname, do you?" Li Lin asked with a strange expression.
—If that's true, you've already found a way to die!
"I do love to dance." Halfway through her sentence, the fairy-tale version of Luna's pure white, pinkish feet had already risen on tiptoe and begun to dance, sometimes transforming into butterflies, sometimes returning to human form, raising her arms high and swaying her jade feet.
"She's a bit crazy, isn't she?" Li Ke said with a smile. "It's said that she can no longer distinguish whether she is a butterfly or Luna."