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

Lian City, the empty streets were so quiet that only the sound of the wind whistling past could be heard. Every household was deserted, with doors tightly shut, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow. Even the morning sunlight shining on the earth could not melt the snow.

A thin teenager was seen walking alone on the deserted street, dressed in a wide, coarse linen robe, holding a brand-new map in his hand.

"Fortunately, the Canglan Sect is not far from here. Calculating the time, I should be able to reach it before noon. If nothing unexpected happens, I should be able to join the sect today."

The teenager held the map, his head lowered, his eyes fixed on a corner of the map.

The map showed that the Canglan Sect was located on the border of Lian City, situated on a mountain range, only about ten kilometers away from Ning Lu's current location.

With this thought, the teenager raised his head, looked ahead, and quickened his pace, leaving footprints in the thick snow.

At noon, in a towering, magnificent mountain.

An ethereal, invisible ladder was seen erected in mid-air, forming a bridge from the foot of the mountain to the top, leading to the Canglan Sect.

Countless teenagers struggled to climb upwards, walking on the ladder. Their faces showed different expressions. Some were very relaxed, climbing upwards with light steps and unrestrained movements.

Others had veins bulging on their faces, and their whole bodies were soaked with bean-sized sweat, looking extremely painful, as if every step forward was a great torment to them.

At this moment, a thin teenager appeared at the foot of the mountain, at the starting point of the ethereal ladder. Two strong men were stationed at the entrance of the ladder, both wearing armor and each holding a spear.

"Hmm? The Canglan Sect's sacred ground, no idlers allowed. Do you have an invitation letter?"

One of the strong men saw the newcomer, immediately stepped forward, stretched out his right hand to stop the teenager, his tone was impolite.

"No," the teenager replied indifferently.

"Hmph, since you don't have an invitation letter, go back where you came from!" The strong man heard the teenager's words, looked at the wide, coarse cloth shirt on the teenager, constantly pushed him, his attitude was extremely bad.

"Hahaha, you dare to come here without an invitation letter, you humble mortals still dream of cultivating immortality? What a daydream!"

Another guard heard the conversation between the two, and was equally rude, constantly slandering and mocking the teenager.

"Are you two introducing yourselves?" Ning Lu sneered, his eyes extremely cold.

"Looking for death!"

The guard in front of the teenager shouted loudly, his face filled with anger, waving the spear in his hand, without any scruples, he stabbed the teenager heavily, as if wanting to kill him.

"Since you two want to die, then I will grant you your wish."

The teenager grabbed the incoming spear, pinched it hard, and with a bang, the spear was broken as easily as a toothpick.

The guard was shocked and terrified, and the idea of retreating arose spontaneously, but there was no turning back once the arrow was shot. How could Ning Lu let them go?

"Boom."

The teenager punched the guard's chest heavily, and the hard armor shattered instantly. The guard's figure flew out in an instant, blood spurting from his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground, covering his chest with his hands, his face extremely painful.

This is the difference between cultivators and mortals. Even if the teenager is only at the initial stage of Body Tempering Realm, the lowest level of cultivator, there is still a gap like a chasm between the two.

The teenager shifted his gaze, no longer staring at the strong man on the ground in pain, but raised his head, his eyes fixed on the other guard, and walked slowly towards him.

"You, don't come here! This is the Canglan Sect! You are not allowed to be presumptuous here!"

The guard looked at the tragic situation of his companion, his whole body was already trembling with fear, his eyes stared at the teenager in front of him in horror, and he kept wailing.

Ning Lu remained unmoved, still expressionless, with a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

The teenager slammed his legs hard, his figure rose from the ground, and punched the guard heavily.

Just as the teenager's fists were less than an inch away from the guard's face, gusts of yin wind passed by the teenager's ears, an old man with a kind face appeared in front of the teenager, his aura revealed, and he knocked the teenager away in an instant.

"Child! Spare when you can!" The old man stroked the snow-white beard on his chin, and said earnestly.

"Greetings, Elder Hu! Thank you, Elder Hu, for saving my life!" The two guards saw the old man, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, their tone respectful.

Ning Lu looked at the old man up and down, and saw that the old man was wearing a dark green robe, and a white hair was flying in the air. Although he was old, there was not a trace of wrinkles on his face, showing a sense of immortality.

A wise man submits to circumstances. The purpose of the teenager's trip was to join the Canglan Sect. The identity of the person in front of him must be extraordinary. It would be extremely stupid and extremely unworthy to offend the person in front of him in order to kill two mortal guards.

"Junior Ning Lu, greetings Senior!" The teenager bowed slightly, and bowed to the old man.

"Well, good talent. At a young age, before being tempered by the sect's ladder, he has already entered the initial stage of Body Tempering Realm. It doesn't matter if you don't have an invitation letter. You can go in now."

The old man nodded slightly, patted the teenager on the shoulder, and motioned the teenager to enter the ladder.

"Thank you, Senior!"

"My name is Hu Danian. If you have the opportunity in the future, you can come to the sect to find me."

As soon as the voice fell, the old man waved his sleeves, and a flying sword flew out from the dark green sleeves. The long sword took the old man to soar through the clouds and ride the fog, flying between the heaven and the earth, and disappearing into the towering mountain.

The teenager watched the old man leave, feeling longing.

He no longer wasted time, stepped forward, glanced coldly at the two guards kneeling on the ground, and went straight into the entrance of the ladder.

The teenager beat up two guards. Why didn't Hu Danian, as an elder of the Canglan Sect, punish the teenager, but instead allowed him to enter the ladder?

The reason is very simple. Ning Lu is gifted and has now become a cultivator, destined to be a future disciple of the Canglan Sect.

Since he is a cultivator, a disciple of the Canglan Sect, even the lowest-level handyman disciple, what does it matter if he kills two mortals?

Hu Danian's move to save the two guards was not to protect them. What does the death of two mortals have to do with him?

The two guards themselves have no value, but after all, they are stationed in front of the Canglan Sect, representing the face of the Canglan Sect. The old man's move is just to maintain the dignity of the sect.