Demon Cultivator: Heaven and earth are the cauldron, and all living beings are the medicine

As night deepened, a bright moon hung high in the night sky, accompanied by thousands of glittering stars, appearing particularly dazzling.

In the Azure Mist Sect, within a dignified and exquisite wooden house, the lights were bright. An old man, dressed in a dark green robe with the air of an immortal, sat upright on a wooden chair.

Before the old man stood respectfully a young man in a yellow robe with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks.

"Master, that kid named Ning Lu definitely has a problem. He must be hiding some treasure!" The young man cupped his fist and bowed towards the old man.

"Oh? Why do you think so? Tell me about it," the old man said, picking up a cup of tea from the table beside him, gently sipping it to savor the taste.

"That kid only joined the sect for a day, and he broke through to the middle stage of Body Tempering Realm. He even beat a very strong handyman disciple to a bloody pulp," the young man described vividly.

"What does that prove? Talented people emerge in this world. Maybe that kid is just a good seed for cultivation?" The old man shook his head.

"Oh no! Master, I thought so too at first, but after he beat that handyman disciple last time, I paid special attention to him, and I really found something wrong!" The young man gesticulated animatedly, his tone hurried.

"Tell me the details," the old man said, seeing the young man's eagerness, and began to listen attentively.

"Since that day, the tasks that kid takes every day are all in the back mountain, where there is no one around. And that's not all! The key is that the kid can complete the tasks every day! Even more importantly! Since that day, he almost always goes to submit the tasks at night, just before the council hall closes, and he's been doing this for a whole week. Don't you think that's deliberate?"

Hearing this, a look of surprise appeared on the old man's face. He stroked his beard and pondered.

The young man seemed to remember something and added, "Oh, right, do you know? This afternoon, he broke through to the high stage of Body Tempering Realm and has already reported to the elders of the council hall. He has officially become an outer disciple of the sect and will probably attend your martial arts sparring class with us tomorrow."

"Breaking through two realms in just one week after joining the sect is indeed a bit scary!" The old man couldn't help but gasp.

He had seen Ning Lu before. That day, when Ning Lu had a conflict with the guards in front of the sect's cloud ladder entrance, it was he who stopped the young man from hunting down the guards.

In the old man's memory, the young man was extremely thin, so much that he was skin and bones. His face was pale and a little scary, and he looked sickly. Although the old man already knew that the young man had good talent that day, he never expected the young man to achieve such a level.

The old man pondered for a moment, looked at the young man with pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, a trace of imperceptible coldness flashed in his eyes, and he slowly spoke.

"Alright, I understand. You keep a close eye on him for me. When the time is right, I will let you take action."

"Yes, Master!" The young man's face was filled with a smile. Satisfied, he turned around and left the wooden house.

The old man stared at the young man's departing figure. His previously kind face instantly became extremely sinister, as if he were a different person.

"This world never lacks geniuses. In my life, I have seen too many geniuses. But human power has its limits! Being able to cultivate at such a terrifying speed while shouldering so many complicated tasks must mean he has a high-grade magical treasure!"

The old man didn't say these words out loud, but secretly sighed in his heart.

At this moment, the old man began to plan a game of chess in his mind. In this game, he was the player, and the chessboard had dense chess pieces. Sun Hao and Ning Lu were among the most important chess pieces.

Since the old man discovered that Ning Lu had a magical treasure of undoubtedly high grade, why didn't he directly snatch it with his mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation?

The reason for this is simple, mainly for two reasons.

First, Hu Danian is an elder of the Azure Mist Sect, one of the representatives of righteous cultivators, with a prominent reputation and high prestige. Unlike demonic cultivators, he cannot directly snatch it because of his reputation and the constraints of order.

Second, some of the magical treasures in this world will establish a connection with the user and recognize the user as their master. If you forcibly snatch them, it is likely to cause the user and the magical treasure to be destroyed together.

The old man doesn't yet know whether the magical treasure in the young man's hand has established a connection with him. Although he has a method to sever the connection between the magical treasure and the user, it requires the other party's cultivation to reach at least the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Otherwise, forcibly snatching it directly will most likely lead to the destruction of the magical treasure.

This is like using a needle to pick an item from a gap. If the other party's cultivation is too low, the item will be as thin as paper and will break with a single poke.

But if the other party's cultivation is sufficient, then the item will be as hard as a stone, and the old man can confidently snatch it.

It's just that the old man is now at the Foundation Establishment Realm, and the young man is only at the Body Tempering Realm. The difference in cultivation between the two is huge, and this method naturally cannot be used.

In the night, a young man, wearing the yellow robe he had just obtained, walked on the sect's path by the bright moonlight, following the guidance of the sign to the dormitory specifically for outer disciples.

The corner of the yellow robe had a string of numbers "407" written on it. The meaning of the numbers didn't have any other special meaning, but just represented the young man's room number in the disciples' dormitory.

After a while, a grand, spacious, and bright building came into the young man's sight. This was clearly the unique dormitory for outer disciples.

Ning Lu stepped into it, groped his way, and went straight to the door of room "407", pushed open the door, and entered his own room.

The room was pitch black. Only moonlight shone through the window onto the table, allowing the young man to see a complete kerosene lamp and two bottles of full kerosene placed on the table.

He walked to the table, poured kerosene into the lamp, and the originally pitch-black room instantly became brightly lit.

The young man's cultivation had just broken through, and his mental strength was extremely strong. He didn't feel the slightest bit of sleepiness, so he simply sat cross-legged on the spacious bed, took out the crimson Primordial Ancient Cauldron, and his figure遁入其中, beginning to cultivate with all his attention.

The next morning, the sky was still dimly lit, and the entire dormitory was filled with noise, the sound echoing throughout the corridor. Every outer disciple got up early, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Only because today was the Azure Mist Sect's weekly martial arts sparring class, and the teaching teacher was the highly respected Elder Hu Danian. The opportunity was rare, and they were extremely eager to improve their practical combat level, so they didn't want to miss such a valuable opportunity.