Longevity: Start Farming with Entries-Chapter 287 - 271: Yanf the Demon

Opposite Qin Ming.

The thin, black-robed elder had demonic qi swirling around him, clearly emanating the mana fluctuations of the Golden Core Stage.

Qin Ming’s brow furrowed slightly at the sight, but his facial expression remained largely unchanged.

"Who might you be?"

"What is your real purpose in coming here and pretending to be mysterious?"

The black-robed elder let out a dry laugh, fixing his gaze on Qin Ming: "Hehehe! This old ancestor’s surname is Yanf, have you heard of me?"

Yanf the Demon saw that he had revealed his true form, but Qin Ming opposite him showed no signs of panic and instead chatted with him confidently.

It seemed there was some kind of reliance.

He couldn’t help but put away a little disdain.

After all, Duanmu Saint had mentioned to him that there was a Tier Two Perfection Great Demon guarding the isle here.

"However... I did hear that a Tier Three Alchemist has appeared here, their cultivation is merely Mid-stage Foundation Establishment, this old ancestor happens to be in need of pills for cultivation, so I thought I’d come and take some..."

"Oh, you’re here to take them? Then go ahead and try to see if you can take them," Qin Ming said expressionlessly.

Barely had he finished speaking.

Suddenly!

A jet-black light flickered like a shadow, incredibly fast, striking Qin Ming’s body with terrifying speed.

Clang!!

Within the black light was a Ghost Head Saber, as ink black as night, with a skull embedded in the hilt, emitting eerie ghostly cries.

As the Ghost Head Saber touched Qin Ming, a layer of blood-colored True Gang emerged, spirit patterns shimmering, showcasing the perfect True Extreme Body.

The Ghost Head Saber struck Qin Ming as if chopping into an incredibly hard defensive artifact, the black blade wobbled drunkenly as it bounced back.

Yanf the Demon, confident in his sneak attack, was baffled as it was so easily defused. He looked on with suspicion and doubt: "A physical body resisting artifacts?!!"

"Something’s definitely not right! Even my Ghostly Blade can’t harm you?!"

By now.

Yanf the Demon suddenly realized why the young man before him remained so composed all this while. He must have concealed his strength!

This Ghostly Blade was his lifebound artifact, nurtured for over a hundred years. During his practice of demon techniques, he had slain countless cultivators, expending great effort to refine it with the essence blood and souls of numerous cultivators.

When swung, not only could it defile the enemy’s artifacts, its ghostly cries could entrap the mind, breaking all manner of protective spirit shields and defensive artifacts.

The souls slain by this blade were countless.

The Ghostly Blade was also one of Yanf the Demon’s most notorious assets.

Even Golden Core Stage cultivators, facing his lifebound artifact, hurried to avoid it.

Yet it couldn’t even penetrate the opponent’s physical body.

Yanf the Demon’s heart thumped greatly, was this the ordinary strength of a Foundation Establishment Perfection Alchemist?

When something is amiss there’s trouble!

He already sensed something was wrong, his expression shifting unpredictably.

Immediately he prepared to turn and leave.

"You came and now want to leave?"

"Weren’t you here to take this Isle Master’s spirit pills?"

Qin Ming sneered, then waved his hand in summons!

A ripple spread in the air, revealing the massive figures of three spirit beasts, encircling Yanf the Demon in a triangular formation.

In an instant, the world changed color.

Three terrifying auras descended from the sky, one of which made even Yanf the Demon tremble in fear.

"Tier Three Early Peak Demon King!!!"

"Two Tier Two Perfection Great Demons!"

"Duanmu the Kid misled me!"

Yanf the Demon cried out in alarm, a dense black qi erupted from him, turning into countless black smoke ready to scatter and flee.

"Such a chatterbox."

Qin Ming’s fingers formed a claw in the air, as a bluish light flashed, three two-inch-long nails appeared in the palm of his right hand.

Scarlet-golden spirit patterns emerged on the Wood Emperor Nails, exuding terrifying power.

Within the Dantian of Qin Ming’s Qi Sea, the mana surged with the roar of crashing waves, floods of mana poured into the three Wood Emperor Nail artifacts.

Buzzz~

One by one, the spirit patterns lit up, the extremely yang aura enveloped the nails, causing the nearby air to begin twisting.

"Golden Core Level Dharma Power? Tier Three Peak Treasure!!"

"How could this be possible?!"

Yanf the Demon screamed incredulously from within the black smoke, desperately sacrificing his cultivation to perform a secret technique, his entire body emitted numerous blood lights as he attempted to escape Qin Ming in a bizarre manner.

While fleeing, Yanf the Demon ground his teeth in agony as he tossed out an item, a black bone staff adorned with several strands of jet-black jade skulls.

In an instant.

The black bone staff suddenly enlarged, transforming into a massive structure over ten yards tall.

A multitude of souls roared, and countless ghosts spewed from the mouths of the obsidian skulls!

This Tier Three Low-Grade demonic artifact, which he had accidentally acquired from the Tai Lake Ruins, could be enhanced by sacrificing cultivators’ soul essence.

With enough souls, it could even be upgraded to Middle-Grade or higher.

Yanf the Demon couldn’t afford to worry about the pain of loss now; he just hoped these ghosts could delay for a moment, giving him a slim chance of escape.

’Duanmu Saint! You’ll see! How dare you harm me!’

’Wait till I’m free, I’ll use your Divine Soul as a lamp, burning for a thousand years!’

At this moment, Yanf the Demon’s heart had cursed Duanmu Saint eight hundred times!

However, in the next instant.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The three Wood Emperor Nails in Qin Ming’s right palm seemed to meld into the void and vanished.

Squelch!

Zgreen ripple broke near the bone staff, as a jade-blue Wood Emperor Nail, radiating golden divine light, silently pierced through the staff.

Like a droplet of lava falling onto snow, it left a large hole through the center of the staff.

Meanwhile, as the ghosts encountered the golden divine light emitted from the Wood Emperor Nail, they disintegrated into mist, instantly evaporated. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The black bone staff wailed under the hit of the Wood Emperor Nail, splitting into two pieces.

Qin Ming’s eyes sparkled with vigor, exhilarated beyond measure!

This was the power of a Top-Tier Artifact!

Entirely unmatched by ordinary artifacts.

The other two Wood Emperor Nails, seemingly latching onto and tracking, pursued one of the wisps of black smoke dispersed by Yanf the Demon.

In an instant.

"Ah!"

Yanf the Demon staggered out from the black smoke.

His complexion was deathly pale, clutching a severed arm, staring at Qin Ming in utter desperation.

’Tier Three Spirit Pet, Tier Three Peak Artifact...’

’This damnable power surpasses those old codgers of Profound Creek Valley!’

’How could Wei Country harbor such a figure?’

’I never thought, after commanding demonic forces for so many years, I would meet my downfall in such a disgraceful manner today...’

Yanf the Demon knew well, had he not severed his arm and employed the Substitution Secret Technique of the demonic path, he would have perished beneath that uncanny long nail.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, I was wrong before, my tone was too harsh, I had no intention to oppose you!"

"I beg you, spare my life."

Yanf the Demon pleaded.

"I still prefer your defiant attitude from earlier."

"Weren’t you here for the Spirit Pills?"

"And why did you blame Duanmu Saint earlier, did he give you some message?"

"Mimicking Guu Qingzhao to lure me out from the island was unexpected."

Qin Ming looked at him as if observing a dead man, speaking indifferent words.

"Yes, yes, it was him."

Yanf the Demon quickly responded, though his gaze was unsteady, secretly pondering ways to escape the plight.

"Alright, then you can die now."

Upon those words.

Qin Ming immediately grasped the void, sending three Wood Emperor Nails toward Yanf the Demon.

Yanf the Demon’s eyes widened in fury, shouting gruffly: "You young brat! Do you truly desire mutual destruction?"

He knew he could never survive the strike of those three Top-Tier Artifacts.

Immediately, Yanf the Demon’s face twisted into madness, intending to self-destruct his Golden Core to take Qin Ming down with him.

Yet, the three Wood Emperor Nails abruptly pierced through Yanf the Demon’s protective demonic Qi and effortlessly shattered through his defensive artifact.

Instantly, they penetrated his head, forming three bloody holes.

Yanf the Demon lost his breath, unable to self-destruct, as his corpse collapsed from the sky.

Qin Ming cast a Thorn Technique at him promptly, and numerous black vines wrapped around, draining him into a desiccated corpse.

The Heaven-Devouring Rat, observing for some time, promptly extracted a Golden Core from Yanf the Demon’s body, handing it to Qin Ming.

"Master, there’s also this."

"Heh heh!"