My Informative Cultivation Life

"Yang Ji! It's always this Yang Ji! Didn't he once fight with Zheng Xun, Xuan Chi, and others, showing the strength of a leader? How could he be a Supreme Genius comparable to the top ten on the Immortal Board?"

"Is there any news from the spies we planted in the Wuji Dao Sect's team?"

"None!"

"Trash! Investigate!" The upper echelons of the Demon Sect were infuriated, issuing a chilling command.

Having teams continuously slaughtered is a minor issue, but it affects the Sect's fortune, which is a major concern.

"Good job, Young Yang. Very good, indeed," Despite the gloom in the Demon Sect, the Wuji Dao Sect was quite pleased.

"It's over, it's all over." Only Elder Chun Ye looked somewhat uneasy.

"What's wrong?" Elder Ji Shen asked with a look of surprise.

"I previously made a promise to Young Yang, that if he could slay two hundred enemy geniuses, I would give him a Time Stone. But the issue is I don't have one. I just said it casually, and now I'm in trouble. How could this kid be so formidable? This is bad, very bad... Sect Master!" As Elder Chun Ye spoke, he looked up at Wuji Zi.

"Cough, meeting adjourned, meeting adjourned!" As soon as Wuji Zi's voice fell, he vanished into thin air, his speed drawing attention.

"Fellows!" Elder Chun Ye turned to look at the others, but in an instant, the once full room was completely empty.

"..." Elder Chun Ye froze on the spot.

Dao Tower.

"Elder!"

"Elder!"

"Hmm!" Elder Chun Ye casually brushed his sleeve, his gaze sharp, and nonchalantly instructed the watching disciples, "If Young Yang's clone comes looking for me, tell him I've gone into seclusion to comprehend an Immortal Technique!"

"Yes, Elder!"

"Hmm!" Elder Chun Ye nodded, then with hands clasped behind his back, he entered the Dao Tower.

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Battlefield of Inheritances.

"Yang Ji, how were you able to pinpoint the approximate location of these Demon Sect teams?" Yan Zhan leaned in and asked curiously.

"Because I can calculate it!" Yang Ji replied with a slight smile.

"Who would believe that?" Yan Zhan looked at him skeptically, but did not press further.

Yang Ji's slight smile revealed his secret. He was able to find the Demon Sect teams' approximate locations thanks to messages transmitted by his clone.

The teams of the Demon Sect and the Troop of the Heavenly Demons all wore sensing talismans before entering, used to confirm their identities and approximate location of each other.

Moreover, their clones left outside would also exchange messages and inform each other about their coordinates and situations.

Yang Ji's clone obtained information in this manner.

Furthermore, Yang Ji had given the Great Transformation Talisman to his clone, which allowed him to change his form continuously and move flexibly, avoiding detection.

This made his actions even more comfortable and convenient.

"Let's move!" After the group finished clearing the battlefield, Yang Ji looked in a specific direction and set off again.

His objective was clear, a valley five million miles away.

However, when he led his people there, there was no sign of any Disciple of the Demon Sect.

It was at that moment that his clone conveyed a message.

[The Disciples of the Demon Sect have discarded their identity sensing talismans, and the secret message passing between clones has also ceased.]

"Hmm? Are these guys scared of being killed by me?" Yang Ji surveyed his surroundings and murmured softly.

And so it went.

A year passed by, and there were no further messages from the clone.

Yang Ji knew that the Demon Sect and Troop of the Heavenly Demons teams were frightened by his killings, and they had become more cautious, no longer exposing their locations.

In the vast Battlefield of Inheritances, without any rough coordinates or directions, it was difficult to encounter enemy forces again.

Unable to find anyone, Yang Ji stopped searching aggressively.

Nevertheless, in these seven or eight years, he had slain more than two hundred people and obtained eighteen True Inheritancer Talismans.

Now with one or two talismans each, they all qualified to become True Disciples, so they were not anxious anymore.

"Little brother, no more targets to kill, huh? Come on, I'll take you to gain some fortune!" The Rail Wooden Box suddenly chuckled slyly at this time.

"Is there really fortune to be gained?" Yang Ji glanced at it, noting the big "Fortune" over its head, and asked deliberately.

"Truly! That place of fortune is exactly where you found me that time. I mentioned it to you seven or eight years ago," the Rail Wooden Box said, grinning guiltily.

"Do you really have such good intentions? Are you afraid I'll get killed and spill your secret, so you want me to get a bit stronger?" Yang Ji eyed the box skeptically.

"Little brother, isn't that obvious?" grumbled the Rail Wooden Box internally, "This kid is deliberately provoking me. I have to placate him for now, sweeten the deal a bit. Once I'm free, I'll make sure he learns why the flowers are so red."

"Hmm? Fine then, considering how well you've behaved these seven or eight years, I'll reluctantly accept your fortune," Yang Ji said, his eyebrows raised as he read the information displayed above the Rail Wooden Box's head.

"You also want to teach me why the flowers are so red? Kid, just you wait till I have extracted all your value; then you'll be left both wifeless and embattled."

Yang Ji quietly smiled to himself, leading everyone toward the Evil Mist Canyon while keeping an eye on the Rail Wooden Box, wondering, "By the way, you're an Immortal King. How could a mere Rail Wooden Box trap you?"

"With your incredible Divine Skills, can't you just shake it a little and blast it apart?"

"Ah, little brother, you don't understand. This wooden box is merely a facade; in reality, it's a manifestation of the Great Dao Principle." A faint sigh came from within the Rail Wooden Box.

To Yang Ji's eyes, the Rail Wooden Box indeed appeared as a [Great Dao Prison!], with innumerable Great Dao Principles intricately woven together like a silken cocoon.