I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

Wenxian Sacred Realm!

This is the core sacred land of the Wenxian Continent, also the seat of the Five Great Immortal Elders of the Human Race.

Amidst the swirling mists, nine layers of celestial palaces loom in and out of view, with the spiritual qi coalescing into colorful clouds, surging through the heavens, each wisp of wind carrying with it the rhythms of ages past.

Passing through a verdant bamboo grove, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves, echoing like the divine sounds of nature along the quiet path.

In the deep part of the bamboo forest, a quaint and elegant pavilion stands serenely, its eaves gracefully curved, with traces of immortal charm subtly flowing around it.

Before the pavilion lies a clear pond, its surface shimmering, with several spirit fish swimming gracefully within.

Their scales gleam with a faint glow, occasionally leaping out of the water, creating gentle ripples, before instantly settling back into tranquility.

At the bottom of the pond lie several ancient tortoise shells inscribed with mystic runes, flickering in the interplay of light and shadow, seemingly holding boundless mysteries.

Within the bamboo grove’s pavilion, five figures are seated around a Qingyu stone table.

Suspended above the center of the jade table is an orb of chaotic light, intermittently bursting with golden lightning, occasionally spilling forth azure flames, casting fluctuating light on the gathered individuals.

Three elders are present; the one at the head position has hair like a crane’s feathers and a youthful appearance, eyes like stars, with intangible strings seemingly weaving between his fingers as if playing the harmonies of heaven and earth.

Another elder appears emaciated, yet his aura is as deep as an abyss, enveloped by a mist of gray and black, seemingly capable of devouring all things at any moment.

The last elder, with hair and beard all white, holds a staff, exuding a calm demeanor, with each motion blooming golden lotuses in the void.

Additionally, there is a youth who appears to be just in his twenties.

Dressed in snow-white attire, with features as if painted, tapping lightly on the stone table with his fingers, a bamboo scroll materializes before him, as if deducing the phenomena of the universe.

There is also a middle-aged man with a composed visage, eyes half-closed, surrounded by a dragon aura, exuding an inherent majesty.

Upon his head, the bronze ancient cauldron inscribed with dao patterns seems to subtly shift in response to the spiritual qi’s undulations.

Suddenly—

The elder at the head gently opens his eyes, his gaze penetrating like lightning through the bamboo forest, looking towards the end of the path.

"Mr. Lu."

As the words fall, the other four also open their eyes, their gazes converging as if they have been waiting for a long time.

Amid the swaying bamboo shadows, a tall figure slowly emerges from the void.

Lu Xuan, in a dark robe adorned with cloud patterns, his attire fluttering in the breeze, with stars seemingly revolving in his sleeves.

This voice reverberates through the bamboo forest, startling the spirit fish in the pond to dive to the bottom.

Lu Xuan stands with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic orb suspended above the jade table.

He pauses briefly, a hint of a smile dancing on his lips: "Lu greets the Five Immortal Elders!"

"I wonder what kind of explanation the Five Immortal Elders intend to give Lu?"

Before the words have concluded, the head elder suddenly strokes his beard and laughs heartily, the laughter causing bamboo leaves to fall.

"Hahaha! Mr. Lu, you’re truly straightforward!"

The other four have varied expressions, their eagle-like eyes scrutinizing Lu Xuan up and down.

For this Lu Xuan before them is indeed an exceptionally talented, monster-like figure!

Some days ago, he emerged out of nowhere, and in the Great Xia Dynasty on that continent, he obliterated one of the ten demon ancestors, Feather Emperor Ancestor, with a thunderous force.

Unquestionably, anyone who can effortlessly kill a demon ancestor at the peak of Earth Venerable stage has strength beyond imagination.

In just a few short days, the news of Feather Emperor Ancestor’s fall spread like wildfire across the Celestial Martial Realm.

Countless factions within the Celestial Martial Realm were shaken.

At the Western Regions Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, three demon saints in demon tribes were infuriated, vowing to grind Lu Xuan’s bones and scatter his ashes.

Furthermore, they had also obtained some insights about Lu Xuan’s growth from Xia Ritian.

Under 200 years!

In the Cultivation Realm, where millennia are often the measure of cultivation, this is but a fleeting moment.

Yet this Lu Xuan, since his abrupt emergence, in less than two centuries of fleeting years.

He has grown from an unknown Loose Cultivator to easily being able to annihilate an Earth Venerable master.

It should be known that an Earth Venerable master, in many supreme sects, would be an undisclosed patriarch, or a peerless powerhouse ruling countless realms of the Wenxian Continent.

Every Earth Venerable master has undergone countless tribulations, consuming vast amounts of heavenly treasures, to reach such a stage.

Yet Lu Xuan could crush them like ants, such a terrifying speed of cultivation, such astonishing battle achievements, truly overturns everyone’s understanding of cultivation.

Anyone who hears this finds it unbelievable, thinking it’s an impossible feat.

Seeing Lu Xuan unmoved, the leading Immortal Elder ceases further words, lightly tapping the stone table with his fingers.

In an instant, the chaotic orb hovering over the stone table tears through the void, swiftly shooting towards Lu Xuan.

"Mr. Lu, this is the treasured artifact of Wenxian Sacred Realm."

"The Ten Thousand Lives Tribulation Pearl!"

The elder’s hoarse voice, laden with immense pressure, falls like a heavy hammer.

Instantly, the rustling bamboo forest eerily plunges into silence.

As the Ten Thousand Lives Tribulation Pearl tears through the air, it seems as if an invisible giant hand has halted the spiritual qi of the entire Wenxian Sacred Realm, even the breathing of heaven and earth pausing for a moment.

This orb, interwoven with the Way of Heaven’s patterns, generates ripple upon ripple in the surrounding void with every slow rotation, as if countless laws are interwoven within.

Each pattern contains the power of creation, as if witnessing the cycle of birth and death across three thousand worlds.

When the Ten Thousand Lives Tribulation Pearl abruptly halts three feet before Lu Xuan, a dazzling immortal radiance shoots skyward, dimming even the sun and moon.