Chapter 1, The Great Demon Cultivation Technique

Feng Xinglie felt a lightness in his body, realizing that the other party had retracted their energy. Forcing others to accept a courtesy in such a manner could be considered an unusual act. He could not help but speak in a deep voice: "Senior, you are unmatched in the world; Feng Xinglie is merely an unknown minor character. What virtue or capability do I possess to have any favor from you, Senior?"

The wind howled fiercely as it leaped out into the void beyond the high cliff

Feng Xinglie suppressed his fluctuating emotions under pressure. He was inherently a wise and adaptable person, and in the face of stress, a natural will to resist arose within him, causing his mind to become active.

The unprecedented achievement of the sorcerer roared: "Those who follow me will prosper, those who oppose me will perish"

Pang Ban responded with a cold expression, casting a disdainful glance at Feng Xinglie.

Feng Xinglie let out a long sigh and walked towards the edge of the cliff to put an end to this tragic fate

Pang Ban did not make a move, but had already chased up to the cliffside, reaching out with one hand to grab at Feng Xinglie.

The heavens and the earth change color, a storm is imminent

In a state of helplessness, Feng Xinglie exerted the remaining thirty percent of his strength and struck out with both fists

The Yangtze River beneath the high cliffs resembles an angry dragon, baring its fangs and claws, surging and rolling with fury, creating tumultuous waves that endlessly rush eastward.

The fierce wind and joy come too late, a tremendous invisible force, when pressed against the chest, causes him to stop breathing

The mountain wind swept away Pang Ban's long hair, creating an indescribable sense of the uncanny. Behind her stood two servants in black and white, their expressions cold, as if they possessed not a trace of human emotion.

Feng Xinglie suddenly revealed a strange and peculiar smile, saying: "If every matter in the world were to be decided by Brother Pang, would it not be the utmost unfairness? For instance, Bingyun, you first lost the opportunity to claim her virginity, and now you have also lost her heart. Even though you have regained her body, what use is that?"

Feng Xinglie laughed heartily and said, "In that case, I shall listen attentively to what you have to say." It was only at this moment, upon learning that Pang Ban had a matter to request of him, that he felt he had regained a bit of initiative.

Feng Xinglie felt a blankness in his mind, making it difficult to function normally. He sighed and said, "Brother Pang, with your divine skills now perfected, you can freely roam the world and act with impunity. I wonder what else you still wish to inquire of me?"

The roar of the Yangtze River echoes thunderously beneath the high cliffs

The flames of grief and anger surged upwards, the fierce wind causing Feng Xing to tremble all over, his eyes completely red. Regardless of the origins of the icy clouds, how could he remain indifferent when his beloved wife was humiliated

Feng Xinglie, instead of being angry, smiled and said: "Brother Pang, you speak well. Would you be so easy to negotiate with? Please state your conditions!" His address to Pang Ban changed from "Senior" to "Brother Pang," demonstrating his determination to resist to the end

However, she had already left without notice ten days ago

Pang Ban sneered, "In fact, long before I employed the Spiritual Great Method and infiltrated Brother Feng's heart, I sensed that besides Brother Feng's own pure power, there exists another hidden extraordinary force. This force is distinctly different from Brother Feng's internal energy and is evidently something that was introduced into Brother Feng's body by an outsider under certain special circumstances. Thus, it surged forth at the moment when Brother Feng's protective true energy collapsed, saving his life. Ha, it also prevented my great method from achieving complete success. The only remedy is to find this person, and I hope Brother Feng can provide information about him."

As it seemed that Pang Ban's fair and slender hand was about to grasp the fist, Feng Xinglie made a move that was nothing short of suicidal

Pang Ban returned to his original position, turned around and smiled, saying: "Bing Yun is indeed a natural beauty, a rare gem among mortals, making me forget everything in the past few days, almost even forgetting my hatred for you. Brother Feng, we can both be considered exceptionally fortunate in love."

With gentle words and light smiles, the flowing waves and glances all tug at his heart

A cold snort came from behind.

Boom

Pang Ban walked leisurely with his hands behind his back, passing by Feng Xinglie until he reached the edge of the high cliff, before turning around, his gaze piercing like a sharp sword into Feng Xinglie's back

Pang Ban extended his finger, transforming his grasp into a palm, while simultaneously retracting ninety percent of his magical power

This section of the river is tightly squeezed by the suddenly narrowing cliffs on both sides, and with many hidden reefs at the bottom of the river obstructing the flow, the unwilling turbulent waters rise up and struggle, forming whirlpools that seem to choose their victims, presenting a myriad of dangers

Pang Bandao: "That is because Brother Feng is still able to live well."

The two servants in black and white knelt down behind, bowing three times in silence, and quickly departed, leaving only Pang Ban alone.

No one can understand his profound love for Bingyun, as she appeared like a colorful cloud, suddenly occupying his world and transforming it into a beautiful paradise; infusing the fiery love into his heart, which had been frozen since childhood due to training from the "Evil Sect".

In the extreme despondency following the departure of the ice cloud, the most terrifying event suddenly befell him. During a moment of deep meditation, without any warning and in an utterly improbable situation, he unexpectedly fell into a state of madness. Upon awakening, only half of his power remained.

A chill settled in the man's eyes as he threw back his head and laughed heartily, the echo resounding across the distant cliffs and steep banks.

The wind howls fiercely, yet it remains incomprehensible

The misfortune does not end here

At this point, he glanced over Feng Xinglie and smiled, saying: "Brother Feng, your Dao heart is crystal clear and pure, a rare 'cauldron' encountered once in a millennium. As for the details of the cultivation, it is better left unmentioned. Those who practice this art must delve deep into the opponent's soul, undergo various transformations, and sow the seeds of magic, bringing forth existence from non-existence, thus the great law begins to take shape"

Boom

Feng Xinglie only felt his hands and feet icy cold as water, while Jin Bingyun's origins were shrouded in mystery. Even when it came to her husband, she was unwilling to reveal even a hint of her family background or affiliations. With Pang Ban saying this, it was evident that there were certainly undisclosed secrets involved.

The swift and clever strategy yielded results, yet at the same time, he also placed himself in a perilous situation where survival was uncertain. But how could he possibly refrain from taking such risks?

Pang Ban was about to bow down

Pang Ban bowed slightly, having completed the formalities.

The other party continued: "Brother Feng has great kindness towards me, please accept a bow from Pang Ban."

Pang Ban interrupted him, saying: "Do not speak nonsense. Bing Yun is a woman of Pang. You have stolen her red pill, which is tantamount to being my mortal enemy. It is a pity that you are on the brink of death, yet still seem to be in a dream, as if in a drum. How laughable!" Although he said it was laughable, there was not a trace of amusement on his face.

Pang Ban secretly felt that something was amiss and sprang into action

Pang Ban proudly declared: "I, Pang, am not talented, but I have realized the method of 'using emotions to control emotions.' First, I fell deeply in love with a woman, and after nurturing this affection, I cleverly arranged for her to become your wife, in order to incite a mad jealousy in you, Feng, which would serve as my foothold to navigate the stormy seas of your heart, a compass to guide my direction. Even so, over the past three years, I have faced countless dangers, and it was only when I ordered Bingyun to leave you that a crack appeared in your heart, allowing me to take advantage of the situation, sow the seeds of evil, cultivate my skills, and become the foremost figure in the demonic sect throughout history."

The river roars in fury

Pang Ban raised his head to gaze at the sky, pondering for a moment, and then said: "This demonic magic is passed down only to one person in each generation, and it is limited to oral transmission, with no written records. According to the 'Demonic Seed Technique', if one can sow the demonic seed, the one who serves as the 'furnace' will surely perish from exhaustion and blood depletion. However, Brother Feng today has only experienced a significant reduction in his power, so there must be a certain reason behind this."

Once she discovers that the Ice Cloud truly loves him, Feng Xinglie, if she can escape, she will spare no effort to rescue her beloved wife.

Pang Banrou's gentle voice came from behind Feng Xinglie, saying: "Brother Feng, I have already expressed my gratitude for your great kindness with a bow. Now it is time to reckon with the great enmity between us"

Feng Xinglie exclaimed in astonishment, "What does this have to do with anything?"

Pang Banting stood tall on the high cliff, his expression unusually grave as he gazed at the rolling river below. He spoke in a deep voice: "You two must immediately pursue him, using any means necessary to capture him alive. Otherwise, my 'Demonic Cultivation Technique' will come to naught, and I will not be able to transcend the 'Realm of Heaven and Man'"

Pang Bandao: "This 'Heart of the Dao Cultivation Method', as the name suggests, has a crucial process, which is to find a person of exceptional talent and unwavering Zen mind, a righteous individual, to serve as the 'furnace' for the practice."

The man's laughter suddenly ceased, and he said calmly: "Thank you for your hard work"

Pang Ban did not take it to heart at all and said lightly: "Brother Feng is indeed extraordinary, being able to speak freely in front of me shows that he is a remarkable hero. I have come here today to inquire about something, and if you can answer me honestly, it will bring you some relief." After a pause, his eyes sparkled with intensity as he coldly added: "Otherwise, as long as I live, I will ensure your survival for a day, making you experience all the suffering in the world."

Pang Ban's expressionless face leaves one uncertain whether these words have struck at his core

Feng Xinglie's mind flashed with the image of a person, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother Pang, do you really think that Feng Xinglie would betray a friend in such a manner, especially when this person has great kindness towards me"

After a thunderous lightning strike, a torrential downpour ensued

One in front and two behind, three men stood prominently three zhang away. The man in front, dressed in splendid attire, had an extremely robust physique, clearly indicating his status as a leader. The other two, clad in black and white respectively, presented a rather peculiar impression, evidently serving as attendants.

Both palms press firmly against the fierce wind on the back

As he anxiously awaited Pang Ban's reaction, a shadow suddenly flashed, and Pang Ban had already closed in within ten feet.

Pang Ban looked up at the sky and suddenly burst into laughter

Pang Ban is indeed Pang Ban. Feng Xinglie's extraordinary actions made his jealous nerves suddenly jolt. What kind of person is he? If he were to kill Feng Xinglie just like that, would he not be left with eternal unanswered questions? In pursuit of his exploration of the demonic path, he is willing to employ any means necessary to achieve his goals. Otherwise, he would not have deliberately fallen in love with Jin Bingyun, nor would he have sent her away as a wife, forcing himself to endure the burning jealousy.

Ice Cloud

Pang Ban's expression turned cold as he said: "Whether you understand or not is no longer of importance. This game ends here. I, Pang, make an exception and allow Brother Feng to end this wretched life. For me, this is already the greatest grace I can bestow upon you"

The surging river flows eastward relentlessly, as if nothing has ever happened

Pang Ban's black hair swirled and danced on his head like flames, his gaze concentrated into two lights that could illuminate the earth, momentarily losing his reason in a fit of rage

Although his power had significantly diminished, his reflexes remained sharp. As the imposing figure approached, he quickly retreated, unaware that a tremendous force was bearing down from behind him. It felt as if two formidable opponents were simultaneously attacking him from both the front and the back. The might of this demon lord's strike encompassed both the forward thrust and the pulling force, showcasing a remarkable mastery of demonic techniques that was truly astonishing

The gazes of both individuals became sharp and piercing, locked onto each other.

With a fierce howl, he spat out fresh blood from the heavens, using the momentum to charge forward.

Feng Xinglie involuntarily shivered; to die in such a manner is indeed chilling and shocking

In the distance, a flash of lightning strikes, followed by a muffled rumble of thunder, as if sensing the impending calamity about to descend upon the world.

Pang Bancheng's demeanor was profound and calm, showing no signs of anger, as he proudly stated: "My martial arts lineage traces back to the 'Demon Sect' of a century ago, specifically to the teachings of Meng Chixing, which emphasize the mastery of matter through the spirit. Twenty years ago, I became the foremost figure in the Demon Sect, and it is rare to find a general of the Hundred Lilies in this world. In pursuit of further advancement, I transitioned from the demonic path to the Dao, thus embarking on the cultivation of the 'Heart of Dao Seed Demon' technique, which no one has been able to master."

The wind howled fiercely, causing my ears to tingle, and I turned back in astonishment

He retracted his fist and turned around, shifting from facing Pang Ban to presenting his back to the claw of the demon. This was a maneuver never employed by any master during a decisive battle. Even with Pang Ban's cunning, he was momentarily taken aback

Pang Ban冷然 smiled and said: "Since I, Pang, have personally come here, do you think I will let you take charge?"

A distance of one inch is sufficient for this world-dominating sorcerer to rein in their actions, executing numerous movements and transformations at a speed that is difficult for ordinary people to imagine

He said in a deep voice: "Senior, your wisdom surpasses the heavens, and your words are filled with profound meaning; I must admit that I do not understand."

Pang Ban slowly walked back to his original position

The white clouds drift leisurely in the sky

Feng Xinglie suddenly recalled a figure from the martial world, akin to a myth, and a wave of coldness swept over him.

Feng Xinglie took a deep breath, feeling a chill; it was the first time he had encountered such a person

Furthermore, he deliberately pointed out that Bingyun's heart was not directed towards him. If Pang Ban were to become furious over this, it would serve as counter-evidence that Bingyun still loved him deeply, and her departure was merely forced. Otherwise, such words would only backfire and invite ridicule

Pang Ban continued: "Although the human spirit may vary in levels and breadth, it exists within an unfathomable realm, full of infinite beauty, akin to the boundless scenes of nature. At times, the sky is clear and the wind is gentle, with sunlight and moonlight illuminating the world; at other times, dark clouds gather, rain pours heavily, thunder rumbles, and emotions fluctuate unpredictably. Practitioners of the great law are like sailors navigating a furious sea; if one is not careful, they may be struck by the tempest of desires and emotions, leading to capsizing and loss of life. In lighter cases, one may fall into madness, while in more severe cases, they may face irreversible destruction, with both body and spirit annihilated. Thus, throughout history, despite the emergence of many talented individuals, all who have practiced this law have ultimately met with demise and death."

Little did he know that Feng Xinglie's sudden flip accelerated his forward momentum. With a sound of "suo," Pang Ban tore off a strip of cloth, watching helplessly as Feng Xinglie's towering figure shrank from large to small, eventually becoming a tiny dot that disappeared into the water, creating a small splash.

Feng Xinglie could hardly believe the scene before his eyes at that moment. On one hand, he clearly saw every movement made by Pang Ban, but on the other hand, his sense of time told him more clearly that all these seemingly slow actions were completed in the blink of an eye. The two completely opposing extremes of speed and slowness in time appeared simultaneously in Pang Ban, which left him utterly astonished.

At this moment, Pang Ban's dual claws were merely an inch away from the back of Feng Xinglie. If he maintained his momentum, he could certainly pierce two holes into Feng Xinglie's back, or even extract his internal organs to vent his jealousy and rage

Pang Ban expressed his indignation towards Feng Xinglie with a sense of satisfaction, waving his hand and saying: "What qualifications does Brother Feng have to be so agitated? If it were not for me, Pang, practicing my divine skills and by chance, how could Brother Feng have attained such fortune and taken the lead in claiming the first prize of the Ice Cloud before me?"

For Feng Xinglie, this statement serves as a twofold strategy. It is important to understand that the Demon King's intellect and martial prowess are impenetrable, with no weaknesses to exploit. The only vulnerability lies in the hatred he has deliberately nurtured over the years, which is deeply rooted. The saying goes, "using one's own spear to attack one's own shield." Feng Xinglie intends to provoke his jealousy, allowing him to take advantage of the ensuing chaos in order to seek a path to survival amidst the peril.

His gaze was as sharp as that of a hawk, and Feng Xinglie felt that his clothing provided no cover at all; the condition of his body, both inside and out, was completely exposed under his scrutiny. He knew this was a long-lost technique of the demonic sect known as "Observation of People and Objects," unexpectedly resurfacing in the presence of this demon lord

Feng Xinglie was taken aback and turned around, meeting the gaze of Pang Ban, which was burning with hatred, and said: "Senior!"

Feng Xinglie felt a shock in his heart. Pang Ban was a figure in the martial world that no one dared to mention. Therefore, despite his high status, little was known about his origins and background. It was only at this moment that he realized he was the esteemed teacher of Kublai Khan, the Mongol emperor, a century ago, and was praised as being comparable to two contemporaneous figures who had already reached the level of Earthly Immortals. He was the unparalleled master and the successor of Meng Chixing, who was on par with Dong Lai and the great hero Chuan Ying.

This figure resembles a demon king descending to the world, clad in immaculate purple and red embroidered garments, draped in a long silver cloak that reaches the ground. A wide belt, three inches in width, cinches his waist, revealing a section adorned with jewels that shimmer with a myriad of colors under the sunlight; this belt alone is worth a fortune

He stared at Feng Xinglie and continued: "Of course, the price is indeed extremely high. Brother Feng, you are both fortunate and unfortunate to have become a stepping stone for my cultivation of the great method. If it were not for the burning jealousy I developed towards you because of Bingyun, how could I have breached the demonic gate, a barrier that no one has ever crossed throughout history? It is laughable that my demonic sect has produced countless talents since ancient times, including those of extraordinary wisdom, yet they are all merely closed-door practitioners, failing to understand the unparalleled method of seeking the truth externally, and they all end their lives with resentment, which is truly lamentable."

Pang Ban's eyes sparkled with a piercing brilliance, more captivating than the flashes of lightning across the horizon

The words "Pang Ban" entered his ears, and although Feng Xinglie had already guessed it, he could not help but be greatly astonished.

Where exactly have you gone

Feng Xinglie stood on the high cliff, overlooking the breathtaking rapids thirty zhang below, yet he could not find a trace of heroic ambition within his heart. Instead, he thought of his own remarkable achievements and his lifelong arrogance. In the past, he had defected from the notorious "Evil Sect," defeating the "Evil Sect"'s Thirteen Night Riders under the bright moon, and marrying the stunningly beautiful and mysteriously origin woman, Jin Bingyun, who was renowned in the martial world. He rose like a comet in the martial arts community, becoming a legendary figure of the righteous path, capable of contending with the top ten figures on the "Black List." Yet, he found himself in such a predicament now.

Feng Xinglie was taken aback; the matters inscribed by this demon king were indeed unheard of and unimagined. One must ask, who in the world could possibly stand against it

The man in traditional attire appeared to be around thirty years old, with a strikingly handsome yet somewhat otherworldly appearance. What left a particularly deep impression was his skin, which was crystal clear and radiated a dazzling luster. His long, jet-black hair was parted in the middle, cascading down over shoulders that were significantly broader than those of an average person. He had a high, straight nose and eyes that sparkled with vitality, akin to flashes of lightning, concealing an almost demonic charm that, once seen, would be unforgettable for a lifetime. Coupled with a physique and demeanor reminiscent of towering mountains, he evoked an involuntary sense of awe.

A fierce wind swept across the high cliff, dark clouds suddenly gathered, as if the great magical door described by Pang Ban had been invoked, with ghosts howling and spirits weeping

This unorthodox master of unparalleled skill has a strangely complex relationship with the most outstanding figures of the younger generation in the righteous path. Even an outsider, no matter how hard they try to figure it out, would be unable to understand the entangled grievances between them

How could Feng Xinglie dare to accept such courtesy from the Demon Lord, especially when he was unaware of any good deeds he had done for him? He intended to step aside, but just as he was about to move, a strange force had already sealed off his path, rendering him unable to act.

The nightmare of the martial world has finally been brought forth by him

The sorcerer Pang Ban smiled faintly, his palms transforming into claws as he reached for the dual fists. If he were to catch them, Feng Xinglie's fists would not have a single intact bone.