097 The Ten-Colored Demonic Vine

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Zhao Mengyuan did not know much about the Supreme Profound Iron. Upon hearing the words, she simply nodded without mentioning anything about the price. Then, she suddenly remembered something and softly asked Pang Yue, "Brother, do you happen to have some free time? May I rest on Mengyuan Island for half a day? I have many questions about cultivation that I wish to ask."

Pang Yue, having just received the Supreme Profound Iron and feeling in high spirits, smiled and said, "No matter how busy I am, I can spare half a day."

"Thank you, brother!"

Zhao Mengyuan smiled gently, packed up the items at her stall, and left Yan Zi Ji with Pang Yue.

The two of them stepped on auspicious clouds, soaring through the sky, and soon arrived at a small island filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, surrounded by lush greenery.

The island was serene and elegant. In its center stood a delicate garden with white walls and dark tiles, obviously Zhao Mengyuan’s place for secluded cultivation.

As they landed, a maid approached and greeted, "Mistress, you have returned!"

Zhao Mengyuan said, "A distinguished guest has arrived today. Please bring out my treasured Snow Spirit Tea."

"Brother Pang, please!"

With that, she invited Pang Yue into the garden.

Inside a pavilion, a maid brewed a pot of spirit tea, enveloped in swirling white mist—clearly no ordinary brew.

Zhao Mengyuan took the teapot and personally poured tea for Pang Yue.

"Excellent tea!"

Pang Yue took a sip and immediately felt an incomparable fragrance on his lips and tongue, leaving a profound aftertaste.

Hearing this, Zhao Mengyuan’s smile deepened.

"Brother, you have been in quiet cultivation for a hundred years. When you finally made a move, it was astonishing indeed; when you soared, it was to the heavens... You have become a model many peers aspire to emulate."

She spoke in a soft and gentle voice, narrating quietly.

"My aptitude is dull; I hope Brother can kindly offer me some guidance!"

"It’s not about guidance; mutual exchange is enough," Pang Yue modestly replied, then asked, "You are now cultivating the Ice Demon True Talisman. Have you encountered any obstacles?"

Zhao Mengyuan’s expression became serious. After a moment’s contemplation, she voiced her doubts.

Pang Yue chuckled lightly and explained, dispelling her confusion.

Having spent centuries cycling through the Demonic Realm, he was knowledgeable and experienced, even having firsthand experience of the Golden Core realm, so his insight was naturally sharp.

To him, Zhao Mengyuan’s doubts were no problem at all.

As a sincere cultivator, Zhao Mengyuan listened attentively to Pang Yue’s profound and incisive words, immediately engrossed and earnestly seeking advice.

Pang Yue was thorough in his answers, always hitting the core of the problems, leaving Zhao Mengyuan amazed and greatly benefited.

Their questions and answers flowed naturally, and before they knew it, half a day had passed.

At the end, Zhao Mengyuan had no more questions and stopped.

"As the saying goes, listening to a wise man’s words is better than studying for ten years. No wonder Brother Pang has achieved such astonishing results. Today I realize that there is no such thing as effortless success in this world..."

Zhao Mengyuan sighed softly, her beautiful eyes sparkling and her delicate cheeks filled with sincere admiration.

Pang Yue glanced at the time and said calmly, "It’s getting late. Let’s end here for today. When we have time, we can continue our deep exchange."

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"Brother, don’t be in such a hurry..."

Zhao Mengyuan smiled softly and said, "A few years ago I obtained an ancient stele by chance. I have studied it for many years but cannot understand its meaning. Brother, would you mind taking a look?"

With a graceful wave of her hand, a roughly ten-foot-tall, three-foot-thick ancient stone stele appeared in the pavilion.

The stele was carved all over with vermilion ancient seal script, all the same character—‘Suppress!’

An aura as steady as a mountain, pressing down on the four directions, filled the pavilion.

"Hmm, what is this?"

Pang Yue’s eyes flickered with spiritual light as he stared at the vermilion inscriptions on the stele, his expression shifting slightly.

Zhao Mengyuan stood behind him, her body emitting a faint, sweet, and elegant fragrance.

Pang Yue’s gaze never wavered from the stele as he secretly activated the Innate Infinite Stele...

Before his eyes, countless streams of light flickered; the red inscriptions on the stele shifted and changed seemingly without any pattern.

Yet, the Innate Infinite Stele managed to deduce a pattern from the complex changes!

It was clearly a formation!

More precisely, it was a talisman formation.

Legend has it that ancient talisman cultivators did not refine magical weapons or treasures but only formed formations from talismans. Once condensed into one, these formations could possess power rivaling magical treasures.

The way of talisman formations was comparable to the path of restrictions in the magical treasure system!

The talisman formation inscribed on this stele possessed a profound power to suppress heaven and earth and shatter all things, its might terrifying and astounding.

A majestic and mysterious vision appeared in Pang Yue’s mind.

A towering, ancient stone stele descended from the sky and landed in the vast ocean.

Boom!

The boundless ocean instantly shattered into countless tiny droplets!

Countless sea monsters and other creatures in the water were all shattered into blood mist.

The Sea Suppression Stele!

Crack.

Pang Yue suddenly snapped back to reality, watching the stele before him crumble into a pile of stone dust scattered on the ground.

His eyes flickered as his mind raced.

If the Thirty-Three Immaculate Demons were combined in this way to form a talisman formation, its power would likely be unimaginably immense.

"Perhaps it could rival the power of a magical treasure..."

Pang Yue pondered silently.

Zhao Mengyuan asked, "Brother, have you comprehended anything?"

Pang Yue turned and lightly pressed a finger against her smooth, fair brow. A brief flash of spiritual light flickered and vanished.

"What is this..."

Zhao Mengyuan’s expression became slightly dazed as a profound thought surged into her sea of consciousness.

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Pang Yue smiled, "Sister, you have comprehended well. I am just a step ahead."

With that, he transformed into a streak of light and vanished.

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In a secluded valley southwest of Zhuoguang Mountain.

Two splendid golden palaces nestled among rare flowers and exquisite grasses.

These two palaces stood side by side; one belonged to Luo Qingyuan, the other newly built by Pang Yue.

During Pang Yue’s years of seclusion, the Luo family had dispatched Dao soldiers and celestial artisans to finally carve out Pang Yue’s cave abode.

The cave abodes of Pang and Luo were connected inside, like one entity.

On this day,

Pang Yue returned from Zhao Mengyuan’s island and went straight back to his cave abode to continue his seclusion.

Luo Qingyuan had recently gone back to the Luo family to handle affairs, leaving only Qin Shuyi and Lian’er, her maidservants, inside the cave.

In a spacious secret chamber,

Pang Yue arranged the Grand Formation of Demonic Path Seizure, took out the pot of Bloodleaf Demon Grass, and performed a secret technique to summon demons from the Demonic Realm to the mortal world.

Unlike usual,

Within the light of the great formation, the Bloodleaf Demon Grass transformed into a mass of scarlet blood mist, mingling with the dark demon aura, drifting into the outer void.

Somewhere in the depths, Pang Yue seemed to sense a faint, indistinct demonic energy, unclear and elusive.

He concentrated, summoned his spiritual power, and within less than three incense sticks’ time, a strange and complex radiance slid down from the void and appeared inside the cave.

Looking closely, it was a strange plant with countless branches and vines!

This cluster of entwined vines had no roots or leaves but was covered with steel-like thorns, blooming dozens of multicolored strange flowers. The flower cores were rings of fluctuating black light, seemingly filled with a fierce thirst for blood.

The Ten-Color Demon Vine!

The vine suddenly stretched out, then abruptly scattered, transforming into a black lightning bolt that lashed toward Pang Yue!

A black vine as thick as a thumb, adorned with ten-colored strange flowers, was like a bloodthirsty beast, fiercely attacking the only living being in the chamber.

Pang Yue remained motionless. A black light flashed before him, and a small mountain appeared out of thin air.

The demon vine collided with the small mountain, instantly recoiling before twisting and coiling tightly around it.

In the next moment, countless tiny thorns sprouted from the vine, piercing into the mountain!

The Immaculate Demon shone with black light, firmly restraining the Ten-Color Demon Vine.

Pang Yue formed hand seals, and behind him, demon aura surged, transforming into countless talismans that embedded into the demon vine.

Soon after,

The demon transformed into a dense cloud of demonic energy, enveloping a golden radiance—its life-born divine ability.

The demonic energy suddenly contracted, then condensed into a three-foot-long talisman covered with intricate dark-gold patterns, gleaming brilliantly.