Chapter 1 Green Mountain Sect, Undying Skill

Nine Mountains and Eighteen Seas, the Evil Wind Sea Region, a nameless deserted island.

"Bang!"

The young man's body fell heavily to the ground. The long sword in his chest was pulled out, bringing with it a streak of scarlet blood, as red as the sunset.

In his ears, he vaguely heard the voices of three people talking and laughing...

"Okay, with one less piece of trash, the three of us can divide up more Dragon Saliva Essence!"

"Isn't this guy your little lover? You actually had the heart to do it, tsk tsk tsk..."

"Fellow Daoist, don't speak nonsense. I, the Red-Clothed Holy Maiden, am the number one jade maiden of the Moon Yao Ancient Land. He is just a disciple from a remote small sect… oh no, I heard that he's even become the sect leader of that small sect now, but how can he be compared to geniuses like us?"

"That's right, the two of us have long disliked this guy. We're already half-saints of the Celestial Human Realm, but this guy is still just a Real Person Realm cultivator. If it weren't for your sake, we would have crushed him long ago."

...

The three of them casually discussed, their voices still contemptuous, but the young man could no longer hear them.

He was about to die, and his consciousness began to sink into darkness, but in his heart, there was endless sorrow, resentment, and hatred!

"I, Zhang Ji, actually died in the hands of the woman I loved the most—!"

"If there is someone else in this world with the same name and surname as me, will he live such a useless, trashy life like me?"

His thoughts sank, about to be completely annihilated.

But at this moment.

"Shoosh~"

A shooting star-like red light suddenly appeared in his dark sea of consciousness.

"What is this?"

He only had this thought flash through his mind when he saw that the red light was actually a giant blood-red serpent. It roared and swallowed his last bit of consciousness...

"Become one with this King, my name is also Zhang Ji, I am a ferocious evil god..."

A ethereal voice echoed in his mind. The young man smiled, without resisting, allowing Zhang Ji's wisp of spiritual will to devour his consciousness.

Inside his corpse, an evil and strange aura began to brew.

Mountain stream, beside the Dragon Saliva Spring.

The Red-Clothed Holy Maiden, the Xuan Tian Holy Son, and the Blood Demoness squatted by the spring, carefully using jade bottle artifacts to collect the Dragon Saliva Essence inside.

"Dividing the Dragon Saliva Essence among three people is indeed much better than dividing it among four!" The Xuan Tian Holy Son, dressed in white robes and carrying a treasured saber on his back, smiled as he put away the last bottle of Dragon Saliva Essence.

He was very satisfied with this harvest.

Beside him, the Blood Demoness sneered, glanced at the Red-Clothed Holy Maiden, who was wearing a veil and looked pure and flawless, and said in a strange tone, "For some people, it might not make much of a difference!"

The Red-Clothed Holy Maiden's beautiful eyes turned cold. "What do you want to say?"

The Blood Demoness mocked, "That unlucky guy liked you. Every time he took Dragon Saliva Essence, he only used a small portion for himself and gave most of it to you. Did you really think we didn't know? Otherwise, how could your cultivation improve so quickly?"

"But I'm very curious, he already gave you the essence, so why did you still kill him?"

Seeing the Red-Clothed Holy Maiden frown as if she was about to explain something, she quickly said, "Don't pretend in front of me."

The Red-Clothed Holy Maiden glanced indifferently at the young man's corpse on the ground and said, "That was in the past, this time is different. Before he came, he told me that he wanted to take the Dragon Saliva Essence back to use for his master, whose lifespan is drying up."

"That old Daoist, when I cultivated in his small sect, he looked like he was about to die. He's still not dead after all these years. What's the point of giving him Dragon Saliva Essence?"

A look of disgust and contempt flashed in the Red-Clothed Holy Maiden's eyes, clearly looking down on that small sect and the old Daoist.

The Blood Demoness smiled wickedly. "Is that your reason for killing him?"

She looked at the young man's corpse with pity, but even more contempt and disdain. If a man wants to get a woman, he must conquer her with strength, not lick her boots.

Love? True love?

This stuff is indeed useful in the mortal world, but is it useful in the Nine Mountains and Eighteen Seas?

This is a world where strength is respected, powerful cultivation and strength are the foundation, and once women obtain satisfaction and status they could never have imagined before, it's not that they don't want to go back, but that they are no longer who they once were.

"I hope he can understand this principle in his next life, poor guy~"

The Blood Demoness sighed. As she stood up, she noticed that the Red-Clothed Holy Maiden and the Xuan Tian Holy Son had packed their respective Dragon Saliva Essence and had already soared into the sky on their swords.

The Red-Clothed Holy Maiden never looked at the young man again from beginning to end.

"What a ruthless woman!"

The Blood Demoness turned to leave, but suddenly turned back and waved her hand. The ground cracked open, creating a large pit. She rolled the young man's corpse into the pit, and with a wave of her hand, the soil gathered, and a new grave was erected.

She grabbed a broken piece of wood at random, split it into a tombstone, and used her fingertips to emit true energy, engraving "Grave of Zhang Ji, a pitiful man of infatuation."

"Chi~"

The tombstone was inserted into the ground in front of the grave like incense sticks.

The Blood Demoness looked at her masterpiece and suddenly smiled foolishly, her smile filled with inexplicable sorrow.

"Back then, I was just as infatuated as you. For a man, I gave him my most beautiful night and even poured out my family fortune to buy spiritual pills for his cultivation. But he was just as heartless and selfish as the Red-Clothed Holy Maiden. After his cultivation succeeded and he joined a major sect, he abandoned me and sold me to others as a slave..."

"But, I was lucky. I didn't die. I survived and became a demoness of the Blood Demon Sect. And he, that ungrateful man, is now a true disciple of a major sect. I work hard to cultivate, but I'm still not as good as him, but I will definitely kill him with my own hands in the future. I won't be as cowardly and useless as you, dying on this deserted island without even having a chance to take revenge, and having to be buried by this lady..."

Her beautiful eyes were filled with hatred, surrounded by baleful energy.

"Whoosh~"

The sea wind began to blow, cold and strong, causing the soil on the grave to fly.

In the distance, the sea surface was already turbulent.

"Not good, the evil wind is really coming early." The Blood Demoness's expression changed.

Each of the Nine Mountains and Eighteen Seas has its own origin, and the Evil Wind Sea is most famous for its unpredictable evil winds. When the evil wind rises, the dangerous places can even cause true Saint Realm experts to be buried in the sea.

"Shoosh~"

The Blood Demoness soared into the sky on a blood gourd, disappearing into the endless sea in the blink of an eye.

She had to leave before the evil wind of the Evil Wind Sea completely sealed off the sea, otherwise, being trapped here would be extremely dangerous.

The deserted island became quiet.

A black-haired Tibetan mastiff dog, hiding on the side of a mountain, cautiously walked out.

It was Niu Dazhi.

The auras of those few people earlier were only slightly lower than his, so he was very cautious and didn't expose himself.

He came to the Dragon Saliva Pool, which was already empty.

But there were still remnants of colorful halos flickering, and wisps of anomalies permeated the air.

Niu Dazhi squatted down and licked the Dragon Saliva Pool several times with his tongue. In a gap in the corner, he actually managed to lick a needle's worth of Dragon Saliva Essence. It was sweet and nourishing, and his blood surged.

"Good stuff, if I could have a few more mouthfuls, I could definitely break through to a higher realm!"

Niu Dazhi lamented regretfully.

As soon as his voice fell, a contemptuous and majestic snort suddenly came from behind him...

"With your courage, you'll never break through to a higher realm without this King!"

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Chapter 2

The sudden voice scared Niu Dazhi out of his wits.

His sensitive dog ears hadn't even heard anyone coming. He quickly rolled away and looked back, only to find a hand suddenly bursting out of the new grave, raised high into the sky.

Then, another hand stretched out from the grave, followed by the entire body, which turned out to be the unlucky young man from before.

"Woof~"

Niu Dazhi bared his teeth, his scarlet eyes ferocious. He adopted an attacking stance and began to sharpen his claws.

Because the guy in front of him had pitifully low strength, not even at the level of a level-nine beast. He could swallow him in one bite.

However, the young man opposite him ignored him, patting the dirt off his body while stretching his muscles and bones, making careless noises...

"Since this King debuted as a snake, no one who has dared to bare their fangs at this King has lived. So, do you also want to die?"

The young man suddenly raised his head. His eyes, originally human eyes, had turned scarlet, as sinister and terrifying as a snake's vertical pupils, coldly looking at Niu Dazhi.

Niu Dazhi trembled all over in fear, and exclaimed, "S-s-snake... Snake Lord?! Your Majesty Snake King?! Are you His Majesty Snake King?!"

The young man grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, and said, "Not bad, you're not completely stupid for a dumb dog."

Niu Dazhi scratched his head and chuckled foolishly, his back already covered in cold sweat, grateful that he hadn't pounced earlier, otherwise he would definitely be finished now.

He was very curious as to how Snake Lord had appeared here, but he wouldn't ask questions he shouldn't. This was the way to survive that his boss, Huang An, had taught him.

"Snake Lord, your shoes are a bit dirty. Let your subordinate lick them clean for you!"

He had a flash of inspiration, trotted over, and tried his best to prostrate his thousand-meter-long body, wagging his tail and sticking out his tongue to lick Zhang Ji's feet and trouser legs, cleaning the dirt away.

Zhang Ji stretched his muscles and bones, feeling the strength of this physical body. It was too weak, not even at the strength of a level-nine beast. He couldn't help but frown.

Right now, he was just a wisp of spiritual energy following Niu Dazhi. His true body was still in Snake King City.

After the spiritual energy devoured and possessed this physical body, he had merged with the other party's memories. Zhang Ji finally knew exactly where the Heavenly Serpent Tablet that White Crane Daoist had offered had teleported them to.

"This place is actually the Nine Mountains and Eighteen Seas, teleporting such a far distance all at once, I wonder how many star systems we crossed."

Zhang Ji was shocked and awed.

Fortunately, his true body hadn't risked directly touching the Heavenly Serpent Tablet, otherwise coming here all of a sudden without any preparation would have been really bad, and the teleportation location seemed to be random as well.

This time, they had been teleported to a deserted island in the outer sea of the Evil Wind Sea in the Nine Mountains and Eighteen Seas. If they were directly teleported to the uninhabited deep sea or a dangerous forbidden area next time, they would be trapped there for the rest of their lives.

And the Nine Mountains and Eighteen Seas were not just nine mountains and eighteen sea areas, but nine abandoned continental worlds and eighteen sea worlds of the Mountain and Sea Realm.

Hell was vast and boundless.

In the memories of this unlucky guy who shared the same name and surname as him, the universe was full of races vying for supremacy, and the human race was just one of them, but they were not weak. On the contrary, they were very strong.

But even the Saint Realm experts who could fly into the sky and escape into the earth couldn't cross the Nine Mountains and Eighteen Seas in their entire lives.

Therefore, the vastness and boundlessness of this world's territory could be seen.

"However, the creatures here are also very strong. It's really the best hunting ground. After I find a suitable foothold, I'll let my true body bring five clones here to hunt!"

Zhang Ji muttered to himself with a smile, a scarlet light flashing in his eyes.

"Whoosh~"

The sea breeze blew across the deserted island, carrying evil energy. In an instant, all the trees withered, leaves fell, and the green vegetation turned yellow, as if deep autumn had arrived.

"The evil wind of the Evil Wind Sea is coming. We must leave here as soon as possible and return to Yunshan."

Zhang Ji said.

Yunshan was the hometown of this physical body, and also the place where he came from, the closest continent to this place.

"Let's go~"

Zhang Ji said in a low voice. With a wave of his hand, a green boat floated in mid-air.

This was this physical body's magical artifact. Its level wasn't high, but it could barely be considered a means of transportation. He had to use it now.

Zhang Ji leaped up and entered the green boat. Niu Dazhi's body was a thousand meters long, and he was worried that he wouldn't fit, but after entering the green boat, he realized that there was no problem fitting ten of him inside. It was a mustard seed space.

Zhang Ji made hand seals according to his memories, controlling the green boat to fly across the void. He wasn't very skilled at first, but he quickly became an old driver in a moment.

"Shoosh~"

The green boat emitted a green light, flew away from the deserted island, entered the sea, and headed east.

Niu Dazhi curiously coiled on the edge of the green boat, looking down at the sea below. He saw endless waves, and there seemed to be huge shadows moving inside, looking extremely terrifying. The sky was gradually darkening, with torrential rain, rolling black clouds, lightning, and thunder.

A light boat was traveling in the lightning above the sea, swaying precariously in the increasingly strong evil wind. The hull of the boat made "creaking" sounds, and cracks appeared.

Niu Dazhi's face turned terrified, and he swallowed hard.

If they fell down, would they survive?!

Even if he knew how to dog-paddle, if he wanted to swim out of this vast sea, he would either tire himself to death or be eaten by the monsters in the water.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Ji.

He saw Zhang Ji sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, his expression calm, and the aura on his body was increasing in waves. A piece of snake scale on his chest was flashing with a scarlet light.

Niu Dazhi suddenly glanced at his chest and back, only to realize that his snake scale armor vest was gone, having been taken away by Snake Lord.

The snake scale armor provided energy. This was Zhang Ji's virtual beast energy, specially stored for emergencies.

Now,

he was using it, using this energy to cleanse this fragile physical body, again and again. The powerful Tiger Phase Spirit Platform spiritual power, even if only a trace, was still the spiritual power of a virtual beast.

The physical body that Zhang Ji was controlling was rapidly becoming stronger, and its aura was becoming more and more terrifying. Large muscles like coiled dragons gradually appeared on his body, and his figure rose to more than ten meters.

After a while, his figure suddenly soared again, even while sitting cross-legged, he was a hundred meters tall.

His physical body had long since burst his clothes, and his muscles all over his body exuded a sharp metallic aura like silver jade divine gold, giving people a terrifying visual impact. His aura was terrifying to the extreme, as deep and dark as an abyss, filled with an evil and sinister aura.

Niu Dazhi had already shrunk into a corner in fear, not daring to move.

He felt as if the true body of His Majesty Snake King from Snake King City had come, and he had once again become a humble centurion.