My Informative Cultivation Life

"After all, if I am too weak and get killed by someone, I'm afraid I might slip up and reveal something. I suppose, senior, you wouldn't want the Immortal Kings of the Celestial Court to know you're in my hands, would you?"

"By that time, the Immortal Kings of the Celestial Court wouldn't know where to suppress you, I guess, forever never to see the light of day again, eternally suppressed."

Yang Ji said with an inexplicable smile.

"You dare to threaten me?" The being inside the Rotten Wooden Box suddenly became furious, a cold intention seeping out. Even through the Rotten Wooden Box, Yang Ji felt a bone-chilling coldness.

"It's not a matter of threatening, just reciprocation of needs, why must senior become angry?" Yang Ji replied with a faint smile, seeing a huge [Fear] appearing above the other's head, he then had an idea in his mind.

"Good lad, good lad, courageous and impressive!" The Rotten Wooden Box suddenly laughed coldly.

"Since you covet this opportunity, then fine, I will impart to you the Evil Ancestor True Scripture."

"If you learn the Evil Ancestor True Scripture and comprehend the 'Evil' within, it will be smooth sailing and the winds will be at your back!"

"I dare not say you will necessarily reach the Immortal King level, but becoming a Quasi-Imperial Monarch will be a trivial matter for you, after all, this is a cultivation technique created by the supreme Ancestral Fiend."

In its heart, the Rotten Wooden Box sneered, "If you learn the Evil Ancestor True Scripture, and if the people of the Celestial Court discover it, you will be subjected to endless pursuit. When that time comes, won't you come crying and swearing to me, obediently releasing me, begging for my protection?"

Yang Ji raised his eyebrows, originally thinking the being was going to give him a faulty cultivation technique, but he hadn't expected such a scheme.

The power of the Celestial Court is immense; if they pursued him, indeed, there would be no escape to heaven or earth.

After all, this being was only repressed because it had offended the Celestial Court.

Even as an Immortal King, immortal and undying, but trapped in a Rotten Wooden Box, denied sunlight – it's worse than death itself.

Yang Ji weighed his options internally and replied without showing any change in expression, "The Evil Ancestor True Scripture is an Immortal King cultivation technique after all. I, a mere youth with mediocre talent, might find it difficult to comprehend. It's better if senior offers some other benefits instead."

"Hmm? Good lad, you can actually resist such temptation? This is the Evil Ancestor True Scripture! If word got out, countless would fight over it all over the world. And yet, this boy doesn't show a flicker of interest?" The existence inside the Rotten Wooden Box was taken aback.

"Very well, very well, as it happens, I know of a nearby treasure site, I'll guide you there."

Suddenly, a voice transmitted from within the Rotten Wooden Box.

Yang Ji, seeing the large characters [Conspiracy] hovering above the other's head, chuckled lightly and agreed, "Good, senior, please lead the way."

"Alright, young brother!" The entity inside the Rotten Wooden Box was overjoyed and quickly transmitted a message, informing Yang Ji of the route.

Yang Ji and Yan Zhan exchanged glances, then leaped up, following the Rotten Wooden Box's guidance, flying deep into the ravine.

Along the way, Yang Ji was extremely cautious, his vision working to its fullest potential. Danger had no place to hide wherever he passed.

Before long, everyone reached a terrifying place.

In front of them appeared a vast yellow river, churning tumultuously, with a stench of corpses and a shroud of death blanketing the skies.

This place was even more dreadful than Hell itself, with malevolent energy surging and a terrifying aura all around.

"What kind of evil place is this? These river waters are like a composition of corpse water, how many lives have perished here?" Everyone felt a one-step retreat upon sensing the atmosphere ahead.

While everyone watched, it didn't take long before the yellow river began to mournfully wail. Suddenly, a fierce wind howled, rolling with a stench of death, and white bones surfaced, resembling the legendary River Styx.

The wind brought with it a piercing stench of decay and a suffocating, terrifying malevolence that chilled the soul.

"Heh heh, this is indeed the Corpse River. Many perished in a great battle long ago. Buried within this river are numerous Immortal Artifacts; finding just one would benefit you immensely, rendering things like the Bridge of Life and Death insignificant," laughed the Rotten Wooden Box.

"Brother Teacher, don't be deceived by him. It's very dangerous to just dive into such a perilous place," Zhong Jun said gravely.

"Yang Ji!" Yan Zhan shook his head at him.

"What's the matter? Little brother, are you scared?" Laughed the Rotten Wooden Box, provoking, "If you don't dare to go down in search of fortune, how will you defeat that lad wielding the Bridge of Life and Death? Not just you, but everyone around you will die. With death certain either way, why not take a gamble?"

"Oh? Is that so?" Yang Ji looked at him, chuckled lightly, and said, "At the end of this Corpse River lies a slumbering Corpse Demon, whose power rivals that of a Mahayana cultivator."

"If I go down and touch the corpse water, it will smell the living and quickly awaken, devouring me. Then you'll fall into its hands."

"Such a Corpse Demon is a creature of fiends and evil, akin to your own essence. You probably just need to state your name and reveal your identity, and it will bow down to you, treating you as its ancestor, allowing you to see the light of day once more. Quite the clever plan."

"How do you know this?" The Rotten Wooden Box was alarmed inside.

"I not only know that there is a Corpse Demon in this Corpse River, but I also know that you have never been here before. It's just that on the day of utmost evil, you heard occasional roars from here and inferred that there must be a Corpse Demon lurking; am I right? In fact, you are also gambling," said Yang Ji with an unfathomable smile.

"You... " The entity inside the Rotten Wooden Box truly felt a jolt of shock, as that weird sense of being seen through surfaced again so clearly, sending a chill down its spine.

Since becoming an Immortal King, it had never felt this way before.