My Informative Cultivation Life

Yang Ji, dragging his wounded body, passed through the transmission channel and returned to the Dao Sect from the outer realm's starry sky.

On the Dao Peak, within the main hall.

Yang Ji reached back and took out a yellow-orange Medicine Pill.

It was the Great Rejuvenation Pill, a sacred medicine for healing injuries and extending one's lifespan.

This was given to all Disciples by Wang Tianli in the Hell Arena, and he was fortunate enough to have received one.

He had thought he would never have to use it, but after this ordeal, he had no choice.

Yang Ji split the Medicine Pill in two, swallowing half of it and giving the other half to Chun Ye, who was grinning in pain and struggling to endure.

After swallowing the Great Rejuvenation Pill, its robust and gentle medicinal power rapidly repaired their bodies, and the pain they felt diminished significantly.

The medicinal power continued to work, merging into flesh and bone, possessing the incredible effects of regenerating muscles from bare bones and bringing the dead back to life.

Injuries from torn muscles and shattered bones were quickly alleviated.

Time slowly passed.

One day later, the medicinal power was completely absorbed.

Because their Primordial Spirits were not harmed and there were no residual Dao injuries within their bodies, their wounds had mostly healed.

Upon opening his eyes, Chun Ye bellowed fiercely, "Master, let that demon out! I want to repay him a hundredfold for the injuries he inflicted on me."

"Good!" Yang Ji nodded. One reason he hadn't crushed Tian Xie to death in the Training Ground of the Heavenly Demons was precisely this thought. He immediately fished him out from within his sea of consciousness.

A surge of Demonic Qi rose from the ground, instantly transforming into a bloodied and ferocious figure.

Tian Xie, with his Demon Soul greatly damaged, displayed a pained expression but still held a defiant pride in his eyes as he faced them, unflinching under their gaze.

His eyes were cold, indifferent, staring at them without any trace of fear.

As a prisoner, to not have the slightest hint of awareness of your status and still dare to glare at your Buddha!" Chun Ye slapped him across the face with a backhand, the sound echoing sharply as his palm struck Tian Xie's cheek fiercely.

"You dare, you ant!" Trembling, Tian Xie's eyes filled with blood, his anger driving him to frenzy. To be humiliated by someone he viewed as an ant was a source of fury that invoked his Heart Demon.

He who always looked down upon all, when had he ever been subjected to such humiliation? And yet, the one humiliating him was a minor character he considered an ant.

He wasn't afraid of being obliterated or suppressed, but such a slap was worse than obliteration; it was a humiliation beyond measure.

"You call me an ant?"

Slap slap slap slap!

"You still dare to glare at your Buddha Grandpa, huh?"

Slap slap slap slap!

"You nearly sent your Buddha Grandpa to paradise!"

Slap slap slap slap!

Chun Ye's face twisted with rage as he delivered over a dozen slaps to Tian Xie.

"Damn you, ant! I, Tian Xie, swear on my Demon Soul that if I do not kill you in this life, I shall die under the Heavenly Tribulation!" Tian Xie, driven to fury, glared at Chun Ye with a murderous look.

"Still not recognizing the reality of your situation?" Yang Ji's expression turned cold as he applied the Yin Yang Separation at Dawn, piercing Tian Xie's Demon Soul and causing him to howl in agony.

"Speak! List all the Cultivation Techniques and Divine Skills you've learned. Otherwise, you won't be waiting for the Heavenly Tribulation to kill you—I'll kill you right now," Yang Ji said coldly.

The reason he didn't kill Tian Xie outright was partly for the chance to vent their anger, but also because he coveted the Divine Skills in Tian Xie's possession.

With just a twist of his hand, Tian Xie could unleash Divine Skills. Yang Ji, in comparison, had far too few techniques; he was utterly impoverished.

If their divine skills were not so dissimilar in number, would he have been beaten so miserably by Tian Xie?

"Hahaha... Want my divine skills? Pure wishful thinking!" Tian Xie sneered painfully, "Killing me won't help. I have left a Demon Soul in my sect's Demonic Artifact. I can still resurrect. Our battle is not over, not by far!"

"To hell with you, still so defiant! If you won't speak, I'll suppress you in a cesspit for thousands of years. You'll eat nothing but feces and drink urine, tormented for thousands of years, begging for life but unable to die," Chun Ye twisted his neck, snickering maliciously.

"You wouldn't dare!" Tian Xie bellowed, and overhead, the words "Disgust," "Humiliation," and "Ultimate Humiliation" appeared.

Seeing this, Yang Ji's eyes suddenly shifted, and he sneered, "You won't talk, huh?" Continue your adventure at m|v-l'e m,p| y- r

He laughed coldly, then took out a Memory Stone and told Chun Ye, "Slap him hard, humiliate him. I will record this scene with the Memory Stone and transmit it to the Myriad Realms."

"Your status must be significant, surely a distinguished and talented individual. If the Memory Stone image of you being slapped spreads, I wonder how you will face others in the Myriad Realms, how you will show your might in public!"

"You wouldn't dare!" Tian Xie's pupils shrank; he was genuinely afraid. Such a threat would crush the pride of a talent like him. To hit is one thing but to hit the face is another. Yang Ji's words were akin to trampling on his face in front of all the realms. How could he not be outraged, how could he not fear!

[The Heart Demon deepens!]

The Heart Demon deepens? Yang Ji smiled coldly, it seemed he had chosen the right approach.

"Buddha Child, slap him across the face, and I'll record it!"

"Ah, you dare!"

"Huh, he's even changing his appearance; is he too ashamed to show his face?" Upon seeing this, Buddha Child couldn't help but let out a jeering laugh, as if he had found something amusing.

"Thinking of changing your appearance?" Yang Ji sneered coldly, using the Yin Yang Separation at Dawn to thwart Tian Xie's attempt to change his face.

That stab made Tian Xie scream again, his demon soul greatly damaged, rendering even the simplest transformation technique difficult.

"Buddha Child, smack his ear, I'm about to start recording!" Yang Ji said coldly.

"Ah! I'll talk, I'll talk!" Tian Xie suddenly roared, ultimately giving in.

But seeing the word "Scheme" appear above his head, Yang Ji narrowed his eyes and said, "Speak!"

"The Great Dao forbids any trace, my Great Divine Power technique..." Tian Xie was cut off mid-sentence, "Here are plenty of cultivation technique Jade Slips, created by Mahayana cultivators with supreme power, enough to bear the weight of your divine techniques." Yang Ji smiled as he tossed out over a dozen Jade Slips.

Tian Xie looked at the Jade Slips and then back at Yang Ji, stunned for a moment.

"This is how we do things! If anyone refuses to write, we're going to hit them," Buddha Child said with a sideways glance.

Tian Xie was so angry that he almost exploded with frustration.

"Don't dawdle, or I'll slap you with shit and record it all with a Memory Stone," Buddha Child threatened with a cold sneer.

"You..." Tian Xie growled lowly, but eventually suppressed it and picked up a Jade Slip, beginning to imprint the divine techniques and Great Dao Scriptures from his mind.

Soon, he had imprinted one technique.

Taking the Jade Slip, Yang Ji saw the information displayed: [Nine Nether Claw, scriptures in disarray, forced cultivation may lead to demonic possession!]

"Nine Nether Claw, is it? You dare to imprint disordered cultivation scriptures for me." Yang Ji was not angry but smiled softly, "Buddha Child, slap his face for me! No, let the disciples of the sect come over and watch him get his face slapped."

"Wait! I'll write!" Tian Xie's face changed, he took a deep look at Yang Ji, with "Shock" and "Suspicion" emerging above his head, wondering, [He has never learned Nine Nether Claw; how does he know the scriptures are jumbled?][Is he tricking me?]

"I would advise you not to play any tricks, I don't want to see another set of disordered divine techniques. If you believe I'm bluffing, you can try me. But remember, this is your last chance," Yang Ji smiled lightly, his tone laden with threat.

Tian Xie's face darkened, looking resentfully at Yang Ji and then at the Jade Slips, before starting to imprint again.

After the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Tian Xie had already imprinted seven Jade Slips.

Yang Ji took them and saw that the techniques within the seven slips were Nine Nether Claw, Silent Extermination Kick, Asura Finger, Earth Start Shifting Technique, Demon God's Wrath, Great Soul Condensation Technique, and Soul Grinding Tune.

This time Tian Xie didn't play any tricks, and Yang Ji joyfully obtained seven divine skills in one go.

"What about Demon Sacrifice?" Yang Ji asked.

"Demon Sacrifice is a Supreme Divine Power; the divine skill itself has become sentient, I cannot imprint it!" Tian Xie said gravely.

Yang Ji knew that Supreme Divine Powers were extraordinary and looked at him, then suddenly said, "I don't want Demon Sacrifice, you must have cultivated other divine skills, write them all out."

"There are no more."

"Buddha Child, bring the poop!"

"I'll write!" Tian Xie, shaking with anger yet struggling to maintain control, picked up a Jade Slip and began to imprint it anew.

Quickly, Yang Ji acquired three more divine skills: Thousand Transformations Technique of the Heavenly Demons, Heavenly Demon Parasitic Technique, Great Body Disintegration Technique of the Heavenly Demons.

"Good, very good!" Yang Ji was overjoyed inside, praising Tian Xie profusely.

...

While Yang Ji was compelling Tian Xie to reveal his techniques, a major event occurred in the Training Ground of the Heavenly Demons.

A tremendous demonic hand reached out, seizing countless Dao Sect disciples who were training there.

Meanwhile, at Wuji Pavilion, in the Ninth Heavens.

Several lords gathered once again.

"Has the Heavenly Fiend Demon Emperor gone mad? To personally capture my disciples in training, regardless of his status." A Mahayana cultivator frowned.

"The Heavenly Fiend claims my disciple has killed a hundred thousand Heavenly Demons and even abducted his son Tian Xie, demanding a release," another Mahayana cultivator spoke gravely.

"Oh? Is that the case? Let me use the Heaven-Watching Mirror to track back time and see for myself," Wuji Zi took out an ancient bronze mirror, floating it in mid-air, and a beam of Immortal Light shot into the mirror, where images instantly emerged.

The footage rewound, and scenes shifted.

Before long, Yang Ji and Buddha Child were seen rampaging and battling with Tian Xie, and the scene of his suppression played out.

"It's actually young Yang Ji. He's just at the Nascent Soul Second Realm, how can his Primordial Spirit be so strong? It's almost comparable to a normal Void Refining talent," Chun Ye exclaimed in astonishment.

"Since he's the one who captured the son of the Heavenly Fiend Demon Emperor, it seems this task has to be handled by you, Chun Ye," another Mahayana laughed.

"Let the young one release him, after all, we still need to use the Training Ground of the Heavenly Demons, and it's not yet time to come to blows with the Heavenly Demons," Wuji Zi said indifferently.