Bandit Lord

A wisp of true spirit entered reincarnation, tracing back within the River of Time.

Soon, the extraordinary treasure within Zhang Huan's pupils vibrated, and a speck of spiritual light manifested in his mind, instantly connecting with the consciousness of his avatar.

[Dark Turmoil, a catastrophe for all beings in the universe.]

[In the Desolate Ancient Era, Void Emperor walked alone for ten thousand years to prevent the supreme beings of the forbidden zones from wreaking havoc, confronting the forbidden zones head-on.]

[The Dao lamented, tears and sorrow became the pain of an era. Void fought to the death to protect the common people, yet died young himself, sleeping forever in the starry sky.]

[An emperor's life should have been filled with grand aspirations, the sole supreme with all daos submitting. Yet the era of Void held only despair and tragedy, his entire life full of bitterness.]

In an unknown little place in the Eastern Wasteland of Big Dipper, looking around revealed utter desolation and yellow earth ravines.

Reading these words for the third time, Zhang Huan instantly entered the zone.

Just like running a dungeon, every startup was completely identical.

However, every simulation could integrate into reality, becoming a part of ancient history.

Zhang Huan would treat them as alternative lives to conduct simulations.

[Ten thousand years after Void Emperor passed away]

[The imperial dao gradually dissipated, the worldly environment improved, no longer suppressing cultivators' realms, and brilliant youths sprang up like bamboo shoots after a rain, beginning to compete for the new imperial throne.]

[You transmigrated into a powerhouse who broke into the Wheel Sea Realm past fifty years of age, with limitless potential, and future prospects of contending for the Heart of Heaven!]

Iron hooves rang out, yellow sand filled the sky, and a group of people riding black scale horses blocked the village entrance, looking with fierce and malicious expressions at the dozens of men, women, and children kneeling before them, blade lights flashing cold.

The avatar was a chieftain in the local Black Wind Stockade, and this trip was the routine collection of annual fees.

"Bandit Lord! I'll be your concubine, please let our villagers go, I beg you."

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old delicate young girl clutched Zhang Huan's leg, teardrops the size of peas sliding down, pleading tearfully like pear blossoms in the rain.

"Give our village a few more days to ease up, Bandit Lord. Principal and interest, we will hand it all over."

The village chief stammered as he came forward to pour out his grievances, his ingratiating face as ugly as if he had eaten bitter gourd.

Every few days a wave of bandit lords from Black Wind Stockade would come, claiming they wanted to collect annual fees, but even after they finished collecting, they wanted more.

Every time the villagers had just saved a little bit of savings, they had to hand it over to these beasts!

Listening to the village chief's grievances with a blank expression, Zhang Huan waved his hand, signaling the lackeys beside him to all come over.

Seeing this, the village chief's face instantly turned ashen white, his whole body trembling, and he dropped to his knees with a thud, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

The yellow-haired youth nearby looked at Zhang Huan's expression and couldn't help breaking into a malicious smile, drawing his slung blade, ready at any moment to start a massacre.

Before he could figure out how to deal with these disobedient villagers, a biting cold flash swept past, splitting him in half with a single strike.

Taking advantage of the others' inattention, Zhang Huan delivered several more blade strikes, his divine power matchless, golden particles covering the blade body as if it possessed spirit!

Steeds neighed, and in the span of a breath, more than ten people lost their breath.

"Give these horses to you, leave this place, take some valuable items, and go live in the city."

Wiping the blood-stained blade edge, Zhang Huan dismounted and helped the young girl and the others to their feet.

"Thank you, Immortal Master. In the next life, we will be cattle and horses for you to repay this kindness."

The villagers knelt and kowtowed in profound gratitude.

"I will teach you a cultivation art. Practice well, and in the future you too can become immortal masters, possessing the power to protect yourselves."

Writing a few hundred characters on coarse cloth with divine power, the horses neighed loudly like unbridled beasts and bolted toward the horizon at extreme speed.

These black scale horses were fine steeds capable of traveling hundreds of miles a day. There was a city a thousand miles away, and riding horses could reach it in two days.

Once they arrived there to restart their lives, these ruffians of Black Wind Stockade would no longer dare to entertain any ideas.

Zhang Huan had already experienced the exact same scenario twice, and could be said to be thoroughly familiar with the routine.

The steeds traveled hundreds of miles a day, passing through mountains, rivers, and lakes. By midnight, he had already left the sphere of influence of Black Wind Stockade.

Familiar with the path, Zhang Huan found a cave, triggered a hidden mechanism within it, and entered a secret realm.

In the previous life, for a Source Art Fragment, Zhang Huan had chosen to confront Black Wind Stockade head-on, and accidentally discovered this place while being pursued.

He had originally thought that relying on what the mighty expert left behind, he could counter-kill the mysterious powerhouse sent by the sect behind Black Wind Stockade.

Who would have known that Zhang Huan's aptitude was too poor, and failing to grasp the essentials, he exhausted his resources without managing to break through, ultimately becoming trapped and dying in the secret realm, having no choice but to restart.

Spirit Absorption Unity Demonic Art

Leading straight to the Immortal Platform Realm, it was left by an ancient mighty expert, and his technique of turning yin into yang and yang into yin with one hand was unfathomable and undefeated.

This predecessor was no ordinary person; evolved from the Dao of nature, entering evil through the righteous, his progress for a time was miraculous, breaking through multiple major realms consecutively.

As if in response to Zhang Huan's words, the creator of the demonic art left no written records, vanishing silently in ancient history, leaving behind only a legacy.

The demonic art was divided into primary and secondary arts. The secondary demonic art was a medium to absorb cultivation and aptitude, and practitioners would also benefit, becoming easier to cultivate in a short time.

Yet it was all an illusion; once the demonic art was operated, one became a laborer, and their spiritual power flowed away unceasingly, at least two to three tenths of it being sucked away, by which time they would at the very least drop several realms.

The practitioner of the primary demonic art benefited the most, able to enjoy the feedback of other cultivators at any time, advancing as fast as a rocket. The stronger the aptitude and the higher the realm of the person practicing the secondary art, the greater the benefit.

Though it was a demonic art, Zhang Huan did not feel much repulsion. If utilized well, this could be a heaven-defying cultivation art.

What Zhang Huan had taught the villagers just now was precisely this art!

Deliberately helping them, Zhang Huan's plan was also put on the agenda.

He still remembered that in the first life, that young girl who had grabbed Zhang Huan unexpectedly entered the Dao not long after, displaying the supreme aptitude of the Innate Dao Embryo.

The former Great Empress Queen Mother of the West possessed this exact constitution, naturally close to immortals, affinity with the Dao, and her speed of cultivation was simply matchless.

Soon, the young girl leveled Black Wind Stockade. The stockade leader's cultivation was at the Late Bitter Sea, and he didn't even last three moves!

The bandit gang scattered like birds and beasts, and Zhang Huan, because he ran fast, was not implicated, becoming a rogue cultivator.

A few years later, rumors circulated that this female was unwilling to be blackmailed, severing all blood relations. Young as she was, her mind was profound and her actions decisive, and her future was boundless.

It was a pity that geniuses die young; without a sect or faction, she didn't turn bad luck into good like Ye Fan always did, possessing the demeanor of a protagonist.

Knowing the young girl's constitution in this life, Zhang Huan would never let slip such an opportunity.

Slowly driving the convergence of the two breaths, he gradually activated the demonic art along a specific route.

Days later, Zhang Huan awoke from meditation with a ruddy complexion.

According to the formless guiding thread, Zhang Huan determined that there was already a cultivator who practiced the sub-art, and it was precisely the young girl who had observed the demonic art that day.

As expected of the Innate Dao Embryo, cultivating the demonic art was so fast, breaking into the Wheel Sea in just a few short days!

With day and night alternating, feeling his figure shrink by a circle, Zhang Huan's chest heaved.

This demonic art was indeed formidable in power, possessing the effect of improving aptitude, and Zhang Huan clearly sensed that his aptitude had grown by more than a little bit.

In just a few days' time, Zhang Huan had reached a peak he had never attained in his life.

Compared to the progress of painstaking cultivation for several years in the first life, it was fast by goodness knows how many times.

The speed was so swift that it left Zhang Huan in disbelief, and after recovering his senses, he found it impossible to stop.

This evil path had practically no bottlenecks; if he continued to practice, the future Dao could be anticipated!

Even with some side effects, under such high returns, they appeared secondary.

Now practicing the demonic art, in the near future he would soon advance, stepping into the Life Spring and becoming a true cultivator!