Beast Taming: I Have an Immortal Mansion

Chapter 322 - 260: Bottom of the Little Demon Abyss

The newly appeared Foundation Establishment Cultivator stared at Fang Qingyuan with an icy expression. However, from the man’s aura, Fang Qingyuan knew he was not the cultivator who had bid against him for the Demonic Magical Artifacts at the auction.

This man must have seen how lavishly he spent, winning six Demonic Magical Artifacts one after another, and been overcome by greed.

Fighting was forbidden in the vicinity of the Black Market, so the man had tailed him, looking for a suitable place to murder him for his treasures.

However, to his Mind Map’s perception, even the man’s masterful Concealing Technique was useless. Fang Qingyuan had sensed him the moment he left the Black Market.

The man was a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and his aura was clearly not of the Righteous Dao. His complexion was deathly pale, his shoulders were hunched unnaturally high, and his dead-fish eyes were locked onto Fang Qingyuan.

One look was enough to tell he was a seasoned killer and robber. He had likely done this sort of thing many times before.

In this man’s eyes, Fang Qingyuan was surely just a lamb waiting for the slaughter.

"You’ve followed me for quite a while, Fellow Daoist. Is there something I can help you with?"

Fang Qingyuan asked calmly, completely unruffled. He was more than confident he could handle the man before him.

Let alone his two Innate Divine Techniques, his primary Cultivation Technique alone could instantly summon five Foundation Establishment Level Spirit Beasts, two of which were equivalent to the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment realm.

"Hand over your storage bag, and I’ll let you go."

The man’s eyes flickered as he spoke words that neither of them believed. At the same time, he was secretly and rapidly recovering the Magical Power he had expended on the chase. He would probably be back in peak condition within a hundred breaths.

Fang Qingyuan chuckled, then said something that astonished the man.

"If you want my storage bag, you’ll probably have to discuss it with the other Fellow Daoist and decide which of you gets it."

The moment he said this, the grim-faced cultivator instantly unleashed his Divine Sense at full power, probing the surrounding area.

"Withered Bones, no need to be so tense. I only just arrived myself."

A teasing voice drifted up from the depths of the sea. A moment later, a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator slowly rose from the seabed beneath them.

"Daoist Nether Fire? You’ve come for a share of the spoils, too?"

The cultivator Withered Bones called Daoist Nether Fire was indeed the very same one who had repeatedly bid against Fang Qingyuan for the Demonic Magical Artifacts in the Black Market.

He flew into the air, forming a triangle with Fang Qingyuan and Withered Bones. Though his tone was casual, he was clearly quite wary of Withered Bones.

Still, the fact that Nether Fire could evade Withered Bones’s senses and hide right beneath his feet showed that his cultivation and skills were a cut above Withered Bones’s.

Even though both were Mid-stage Foundation Establishment, the difference in combat strength between cultivators could be immense. Some could fight against Golden Core Cultivators, while other Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators couldn’t even defeat someone in the Early-stage.

Such cultivators were typically Pure Cultivators who focused single-mindedly on advancing their realm without practicing any Protective Measures. Sheltered by their sects, they only needed to raise their cultivation level.

The opposite was true for Demonic Cultivators like Withered Bones and Nether Fire. Although they were only at Mid-stage Foundation Establishment, in terms of combat prowess, they could hold their own even against a Late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Nether Fire’s Concealing Technique might be impressive, but he couldn’t hide from Fang Qingyuan’s Mind Map.

But even after Nether Fire revealed himself, Fang Qingyuan wasn’t finished.

"There should be one more senior here. My name is Li Feiyu. I hope you will show yourself."

’There’s someone else in hiding?’

The expressions on Withered Bones and Nether Fire changed instantly. According to their senses, there were only the three of them in this area of the sea.

Withered Bones was the first to believe it. After all, this cultivator named Li Feiyu had just exposed Nether Fire’s location with a single sentence.

A sense of unease flashed through Withered Bones’s mind. ’The fat sheep I targeted... seems more like a ferocious, deeply hidden sea monster.’

Nether Fire unleashed his senses at full power, scanning in every direction. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, he looked at Fang Qingyuan and smiled.

"Fellow Daoist, you don’t need to bluff. What ’senior’? This is clearly just a stalling tactic."

Fang Qingyuan frowned. In his Mind Map, a tiny green dot of light was flickering. It was faint, but it was persistent.

’This was a situation Fang Qingyuan had never encountered before. The Golden Core Cultivators he had observed usually appeared as enormous halos, passively reflected in his Mind Map.’

’This one, however, was trying very hard to hide his presence. But since his cultivation hadn’t reached the Late-stage Golden Core realm, he still couldn’t escape the Bee Queen’s Innate Divine Technique.’

’At best, he could shrink the image of his light to the size of a pinprick, but he couldn’t make it disappear entirely.’

’Perhaps it had something to do with the quality of his Golden Core. Regardless, the Mind Map wouldn’t lie to me.’

The atmosphere grew tense. With Daoist Nether Fire’s appearance, Withered Bones didn’t dare to make a reckless move.

Both were Demonic Cultivators who operated in this Land Realm and knew each other well. Expecting them to cooperate sincerely to take down Fang Qingyuan was nothing short of a fantasy.

Time ticked by. The three of them remained standing in the sky above the ocean, their auras locked in a stalemate.

’In truth, Fang Qingyuan was tempted to take on both of them at once to test his unique skills. But with a Golden Core Cultivator lurking nearby, he suppressed the idea.’

After a long while, as dusk began to fall, a sigh finally reached their ears.

"The three of you, hear me out. How about you all disperse and go your separate ways?"

The voice of the unknown being left Withered Bones astonished and Nether Fire horrified, but brought a smile to the corners of Fang Qingyuan’s lips.

Along with the voice, an elderly cultivator with a plain and venerable face appeared right in their midst.