The Strongest Sect Master In Cultivation World

The sky in the east turned slightly white, and the sound of the clock running out could be heard from the main peak.    

After washing up.    

Cao Chuan brought his five junior brothers and headed towards the main peak of God Mountain.    

The group of people arrived at a towering hall that took up a large amount of space.    

When they raised their heads, they could see the words "Contribution Hall."    

Many disciples walked out with magic tools in their arms. These were powerful magic tools that they exchanged for contribution points.    

They should have been happy that they had obtained the magic tools that they had dreamed of.    

However, when they thought of that drop of sweat and a drop of tears, the construction of bridges to pave the way, the burning of fire to refine pills, the contribution points that they had saved up after going through so much hardship, and the exhaustion, their hearts were truly even more painful than cutting off their flesh.    

These people had happy and painful expressions on their faces. It was extremely complicated.    

"Hello, senior brother." All the junior brothers greeted Cao Chuan.    

Cao Chuan had joined the God Sect for two years, and his strength was at the peak of the Fourth Extreme Stage. He was one of the top disciples amongst the third generation disciples.    

He was a little famous amongst the disciples, and these disciples respected him, so they greeted him.    

Cao Chuan's face was full of smiles, and he greeted all of them one by one.    

When they walked into the Contribution Hall, all of them had excited expressions on their faces.    

Within the Contribution Hall of the God Sect, there were all kinds of treasures, cultivation techniques, talismans, and pill. From the Spirit Boat Flying Sword to the Ginseng Deer Antler, there was a dazzling array of items that could be found anywhere!    

The short man behind Cao Chuan looked at the treasures in the hall with a pair of small eyes. His eyes were almost glued to the treasures in the hall.    

It was a pity that these things required a large amount of Contribution Points. The short man could only wait for the plum to quench his thirst.    

The hall on the right side was filled with people.    

They stretched their necks to look at the magical robes in the glass cabinet.    

The difficulty of refining high-grade magical clothes was very high, and the success rate was very low. Naturally, the contribution points needed to be exchanged would rise.    

Even if they surrounded this place, they would only be able to enjoy it.    

"Manager Chen, I'll have to trouble you to exchange for [Spirit]. Sky Feather Emperor Robe."    

Cao Chuan took out the profound gold token and handed it to the Contribution Hall's Attendant.    

His heroic actions caused the surrounding disciples to look at him with envy.    

"So it's Senior Brother Cao, no wonder!"    

"Wearing this Fifth and Sixth Grade Daoist Robe, you can't even break through the defense of cultivators below the Dragon Becoming Stage. You're simply an invincible existence!"    

"Wah! If only I had this magical robe."    

Cao Chuan squeezed out of the crowd with great difficulty and walked out of the hall.    

He wiped the sweat off his forehead and fondled the magical robe admiringly.    

After showing off for a while, he put on the glittering glory Spirit. The Heaven Feather Emperor's Robe instantly shook his spirit.    

"Buddha relies on gold, and man relies on clothes." The short man praised: "Senior martial brother has become even more handsome."    

Hearing the short man's words, Cao Chuan gently shook his robe, feeling that these fifty thousand contribution points were not wasted!    

"That's right, senior brother is much more handsome." The other junior brothers of Tonglu Temple were all praising him.    

"You're flattering me. Let's go! Today, we went to Guangfu Mountain to hunt the Winter Moon Spider. We collected five hundred grams of the Winter Moon Spider's Silk, which is worth five hundred contribution points." Cao Chuan interrupted the flattery of these junior brothers.    

Everyone rolled up their sleeves, their faces full of eagerness.    

"Rush, rush, for our Invincible Buddhist Robe!"    

...    

Guangfu Mountain.    

This was a mountain range ten thousand miles away from the God Sect.    

There was a type of Demonic Beast called the Winter Moon Spider in Guangfu Mountain. Their strength was at the Third to Fourth Order.    

This kind of ___. The spider was as big as a millstone. Its entire body was blue, and there was a piece of white, half-moon-shaped white fur on its back.    

"Cold Moon Spider Web" and "White Moon Feather" were both important materials to refine a Sixth Rank Daoist robe.    

As God Sect had been refining magical clothing in large quantities recently, the sect elders had increased the purchasing contribution points of these materials.    

The inner sect and Outer Sect disciples of the God Sect were all rushing towards the place where the Demonic Beast was located.    

If they were slow, there would be nothing left.    

"Buzzing ~"    

A Spirit Boat that was only over 30 meters long and 15 meters wide flew over from afar like a swimming fish.    

Finally, the Spirit Boat stopped on the ground at the foot of Mt. Guangfu.    

Just as the Spirit Boat stopped, a fat man jumped down from above and held onto a tree as he vomited.    

The small man's face was also pale. When he heard the fat man's voice, his stomach was in a mess.    

"Senior brother, this Spirit Boat is too swaying! Look, Feng Deyuan is about to vomit and faint." The short man recalled the situation just now, and a faint look of fear appeared on his face.    

Cao Chuan's face was slightly red. He coughed and said, "With your cultivation base increasing, this kind of situation will not happen. This is a form of training for all of you."    

"If you can't even take this little bit of hardship, why talk about cultivation?"    

"Senior Brother is right!" The other junior brothers nodded.    

Because this Spirit Boat was bought by senior brother through frugality, one round trip back and forth would require several thousands of Spirit Stone.    

Senior brothers did not even ask them to take a single point.    

Cao Chuan was so good to them, what else could they say?    

"Alright, let's rest for two minutes. Later, we need to hunt more Cold Moon Spiders and earn some money!" Cao Chuan waved his hand in high spirits.    

The junior brothers were all rubbing their fists and preparing to go all out!    

"Senior Brother, are there any big demons or devils here?" After the fatty finished vomiting, he looked left and right, looking like a frightened crane.    

This fat man's name was "Feng Deyuan" and he was Feng Youcai's son.    

His father wanted Feng Deyuan to become Nine Nether Bird's disciple, but unfortunately, he did not have the talent for formations. In the end, he joined Pu Feng.    

"Don't worry." Cao Chuan waved his hand and said, "Before I came here, I had already asked around. Apart from the herdsmen, we would occasionally lose some cattle and sheep."    

"It has been peaceful for the past two years. There are no abnormalities."    

"That's good!" Fatty heaved a sigh of relief.    

The six of them were dealing with some Cold Moon Spiders who did not have high intelligence. It was not difficult for them to kill the Demonic Beast in a formation.    

...    

In a cave in Guangfu Mountain.    

A thick layer of white bones was laid out on the ground. Some were Demonic Beast, some were cows and sheep, and some were in human form. They emitted a gloomy green glow.    

The dense devil energy was like boiling water, rolling continuously in the cave, producing a series of muffled rumbles. It was like the hissing of a giant beast, causing one's heart to tremble.    

In the middle of the cave.    

A person wearing a blood robe sat cross-legged on a white bone lotus made of bones. His entire body was surrounded by black devilish energy, making him look ghastly and terrifying in such an environment.    

It was obvious that this man was a cultivator of the Devil Dao.    

At this moment, the devil in the blood robe had reached a critical moment in his cultivation of devil arts.    

"Break!!" The Devil Sand let out a fierce roar, and the cave rumbled.    

As soon as it finished speaking, bits of green bone fire that covered the ground floated toward the devil.    

"Boom!" After the bone fire touched the Devil Sand, it started burning at an extremely fast speed.    

"Ahhhhh!!!" The Devil endured the intense pain, and his face distorted.    

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" More than ten of the profound entrances in the Devil's body were broken open.    

"It's not enough!!" With a loud shout, he waved at the dungeon on the right. Dozens of men, women, old, and young people who had been imprisoned there screamed as their bodies melted, turning into a fountain of blood as they flew over.    

The fountain of blood flowed from the Devil's Baihui Acupoint and, under the circulation of his devil technique, turned into boundless spirit energy!    

With the help of the blood fountain, a comfortable expression flashed across his face, and his spirit energy became even more powerful.    

Distorted human figures emerged from the blood robe on the Devil's body, howling in pain. With a sharp, ear-piercing sound, an enormous whirlpool formed in the cave. Spiritual energy gathered from all directions, creating a strange phenomenon. Resonance!    

Amidst the blood-colored light and the black devilish energy, his aura gradually rose, rising from the peak of Dragon Transformation...    

"Boom!"    

A loud rumble came from within the cave. The blood-colored light suddenly retracted, and the thick and surging devilish energy was completely absorbed into his body!    

The devil had finally taken that step and reached the legendary Divine Altar Stage!    

His eyes suddenly opened, and like a blood-red lightning bolt, they flashed across the void. The spiritual energy storm shot out in all directions, and the bones and stones in the cave were all turned into powder.    

"Hahaha! I've finally become a Divine Stage mighty figure!!!"    

The devil's face was filled with ecstasy.    

It had been three years!    

Three whole years. Do you know how he lived? !    

In such a narrow cave, he hid his strength and bided his time. Other than plundering the villagers, he had never taken a step away!    

To be able to break through from the Fourth Extreme Stage to the Divine Altar Stage in just three short years, he was definitely a super genius!    

"I have achieved such an achievement before the age of thirty, but it is said that I have never achieved such an achievement before!"    

He was still cultivating a devil art, and its destructive power and combat strength were much stronger than ordinary cultivators!    

He had the confidence to crush others of the same level!    

Even if it was a Saint Stage, he could still fight for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!    

"The strongest Sect Leader in the entire Southern Wasteland, the Blackheaven Sect, is only a Divine Altar Stage. I'll beat him up like I'm beating my grandson!"    

The Devil Blood Eye was filled with excitement. He clenched his fist and felt the surging spiritual energy in his body. Then, he laughed complacently.    

"I'm invincible under the heavens!!"    

The Devil's eyes widened in the midst of this arrogant voice. He waved his blood-red sleeve at the rock wall above his head.    

"Rumble!" The thick rock wall above his head exploded into powder, and the devil carried violent spirit energy as it shot into the sky like a cannonball!