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

In this world of cultivation, the levels of cultivation, from low to high, are clearly defined.

They are: Body Tempering Realm, Qi Refining Realm, Foundation Establishment Realm, Core Formation Realm, and Nascent Soul Realm.

According to ancient records, there are higher realms above the Nascent Soul Realm, but in the entire Cangyuan Kingdom, the highest level of cultivation is only the Nascent Soul Realm.

Each of these major realms is further divided into four minor realms: Initial Stage, Middle Stage, High Stage, and Peak Stage.

At this moment, Ning Lu felt the changes in his body. The previously terrifying wounds had disappeared. Although his body was still emaciated, his strength had undergone earth-shattering changes.

"Heaven has not forsaken me! I was in a situation where death was certain, but I unexpectedly survived and embarked on the path of cultivation. Heaven has given me a chance to defy fate, so how could I waste it?"

A smile appeared on Ning Lu's lips, and he felt extremely happy. His twisted psychology gave rise to endless evil thoughts.

"Everyone in this world wants me dead, but I won't let them! I will live nobly, embark on cultivation, watch all beings beg at my feet, watch you kneel and repent, watch you wish for death but not be able to die!"

The young man's heart surged. Seeds of hatred and evil took root in his heart, growing wildly like branches and leaves.

He closed his eyes again, and with a thought, his figure disappeared from this fairy-like space.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene before him returned to its original state, becoming familiar once more: the sky filled with goose feather snow, the scarlet pool of blood under his feet, the dilapidated courtyard, and the wooden house flickering with sparse light.

Ning Lu picked up the red-colored furnace tripod from the ground, put it in his clothes, and walked heavily towards the wooden house flickering with sparse light in front of him, his face becoming increasingly grim.

"Boom!"

The young man kicked heavily on the wooden door, and the already dilapidated wooden door shattered instantly.

The middle-aged man in the house was startled, and suddenly stood up from the chair, throwing the ointment in his hand aside. Slightly frightened, he quickly turned around and fixed his eyes on the door of the house.

A skinny, blood-soaked young man appeared at the door. Although he was extremely thin, the young man's face was full of vitality at this moment.

"Damn it! It's you, you little bastard? I didn't kill you, and you still dare to come and cause trouble for me? I'll send you to see the King of Hell right now!"

When the middle-aged man saw who it was, he was immediately furious, his face flushed with anger, roaring constantly, and he picked up a knife from the table and rushed towards the young man.

The young man was silent, just watching the middle-aged man rush towards him.

When the knife was less than an inch away from his neck, he suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the middle-aged man's fat arm. The knife seemed to be blocked by great resistance, and no matter how hard Ning Dashi used, he could not continue to stab forward.

"How is this possible? There's something strange about you!" Ning Dashi looked at the scene in front of him in horror, trying desperately to break free from the young man's restraint, but he couldn't shake it at all.

"Boom!"

The young man raised his left hand and punched forward with a powerful blow, hitting the middle-aged man's abdomen, causing the latter to vomit blood and crash heavily into the wall of the house.

Ning Dashi fell to the ground, his eyes full of horror, his face with deep shock and incomprehension.

"This power, is he a cultivator?! Why didn't you die? Why did you suddenly become a cultivator?!"

The middle-aged man exclaimed in horror, shouting constantly.

Ning Lu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, picked up the knife that fell on the ground, and approached the middle-aged man step by step.

The fear of death instantly spread in the middle-aged man's heart, driving him to kneel and kowtow constantly, howling in his mouth.

"Nephew! Don't come over! I'm your uncle! You can't kill me! You can't kill me!"

The wailing echoed through the empty courtyard, and a playful smile appeared on the young man's lips. An idea came to his mind, and he slowly opened his mouth.

"Uncle! You also know that I am a very loyal person! As long as you give me all the spirit stones you have hidden, I will let you go!"

"Okay, okay! I'll give you everything!"

As soon as these words came out, Ning Dashi immediately rushed to the bed in the corner of the house, using all his strength to push the entire bed aside, and frantically dug the soil under the bed.

Looking at the middle-aged man's embarrassed appearance, Ning Lu couldn't help but shook his head and sneered in his heart.

"Sure enough! This Ning Dashi is a brainless pig, most afraid of death! When threatened by death, he doesn't even have the ability to calm down and think."

Ning Dashi was extremely addicted to gambling. As soon as he had money, he would go to the casino. Two nights ago, Ning Lu was also curled up in the corner of the courtyard, and personally saw Ning Dashi come back in the middle of the night with a bulging bag. Even through the bag, he could see a faint blue light.

The young man speculated that Ning Dashi was very likely to have made a fortune in the casino. There were at least ten spirit stones in that bag. And since Ning Dashi had not gone out these past few days, the young man determined that the other party must have hidden a lot of spirit stones.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man dug out a bag from the soil in a short while. It was covered with mud and dust, but even so, it could not block the faint blue light from the bag.

"Nephew! These are all my spirit stones. I'll give them all to you now! Please spare my life!"

The middle-aged man crawled to the young man, knelt on his knees, and respectfully handed the bag full of mud to the young man, his eyes filled with endless fear, and his voice accompanied by some sobbing.

The young man took the bag, opened it, and counted them one by one. As he expected, in addition to the two spirit stones that the middle-aged man had just given to the young man, there were still eight in the bag, each shining with a faint blue light.

Ning Lu smiled and happily put the bag away. Don't look at the small number of spirit stones, but for the young man's current situation, this is already a rare wealth.

You must know that spirit stones are not only the currency circulating in the market in this world, but also the resources that cultivators rely on for cultivation, so they are extremely expensive.

In ordinary mortal families, even if they work diligently and desperately, they can only earn one or two spirit stones a year at most.

The young man nodded slightly, raised his left hand, and gently patted the middle-aged man's shoulder.

When the middle-aged man saw this, he was overjoyed and felt a sense of relief.

Just as Ning Dashi was about to speak, a sharp knife pierced his throat and cut his throat.

Suddenly, blood gushed out like a tide, splashing on the walls of the wooden house, splashing on the young man's body, on the young man's sallow and thin face, but the young man's heart was calm, unmoved, as if he had just killed a chicken.

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened, and he kept whimpering, but he couldn't make a sound. At this moment, he finally woke up.

His biggest chip was the eight spirit stones in the young man's hands, and now that he has handed the chip to his opponent, what value does he have?

In this world, martial power is supreme, and it is the most bloody and cruel. What kinship, love, and friendship are all fleeting. The only thing that is truly reliable is interest.

"Please go well, Uncle! This is the first lesson I give you, and it is also the last lesson!"

As soon as the words fell, the young man pulled the knife out of the middle-aged man's neck, and the blood light rose again, making the entire wooden house extremely eerie.

The middle-aged man's eyes went dark, and his body fell heavily to the ground, without any vitality!