Chapter 438: Chapter 438: Everyone Becomes a Demon, Fire in the Rear Courtyard, New Cultivation Technique Progress Advancing Rapidly, About to Be Unveiled

Therefore, in recent days, within the vast territories of the Mainline Human Race.

All the sect families, big and small forces, none are without hidden undercurrents, with winds and clouds changing unpredictably.

And the source of this turbulent upheaval stems from Lin Ping’an’s covert maneuvers, unknown to anyone.

Under the control of the Demon Seed, those secretive actions.

Are like a fierce storm in the darkness of night, intense yet silent, leaving not a trace.

Whether the intertwining of power schemes or the disputes of interests, all seem like the tip of an iceberg, quietly surging beneath the surface.

A certain sect region.

A few disciples walk and chat.

"Recently, I don’t know what’s going on? After Senior Brother Yuwen came back, he became very close to Senior Brother Tole, whom he previously didn’t get along with."

"Exactly! I remember they fought fiercely over Junior Sister Tian! How come they suddenly reconciled? It’s really strange!"

"It’s said to have something to do with the Light Membrane Secret Realm, rumored to hide a great secret in there, maybe that’s why they put aside their past grievances."

"Even so, it feels a bit off! But, the matters of senior brothers are not ours to meddle in, nor can we interfere!"

"..."

In fact, although waves have been surging within each sect family for a long time, to the outside world, everything seems as calm as usual.

All information has been tightly sealed in the invisible, with not a bit leaked out.

Like undercurrents surging beneath the calm surface of a lake, unseen by anyone, untouchable by anyone’s true form.

In the stationed areas of various noble sects, similar scenes unfold silently.

Whether the millennium-old school known throughout the world or the low-key aspiring emergent forces, none are spared from this invisible storm.

Those who usually maintain calmness and have profound cultivation, even some highly respected elders.

Unknowingly, their souls have been quietly contaminated by the Demon Seed.

In their eyes, no longer does clarity and determination shimmer, replaced by bewilderment under control.

Their words and actions have become puppets controlled by Lin Ping’an, manipulated at his will.

Becoming the tentacles he extends within the Mainline Human Race, creating influence through these avatars.

Moreover, those who are corroded by the Demon Seed remain oblivious to their transformation, as if everything was only to be expected.

Driven, like disposable blades, ready to be discarded at any time.

With just a thought, these people can charge towards any target without hesitation, losing any sense of self-awareness.

Their existence, as cheap as cannon fodder on the battlefield.

Ready at any moment to be used up for various tasks, to achieve different purposes.

Meanwhile, outside the light membrane, discussions on better ways to attack the Great Xia Human Realm to seize benefits and gain advantages are ongoing among the Mainline Human Race powerhouses, unaware.

That the rear is already on fire.

At the same time, in the tranquil and deep living room of Great Xia Academy’s Villa No.1.

Lin Ping’an’s eyes shone like brilliant stars, with every inch of skin seeming to breathe and absorb endless power.

His fingers moved fluidly with his heart and mind, as if painting a mysterious rune scroll in the air.

Within him, a unique power from the Demon Seed flows silently in cycles.

The Law of Cause and Effect vibrates with each thought, while the Demon Seed, like a bottomless treasure trove filled with vast content, continuously transmits mysterious and powerful cultivation knowledge and energy.

Each feedback is like a ray of wisdom quietly integrating into the flesh, bones, and even the depths of the soul, becoming part of his foundation.

His Spiritual Power, like a magnet, attracts this knowledge, parsing, absorbing, and intricately integrating it with his martial arts philosophy.

Sometimes closing his eyes in deep thought, sometimes his eyes flickering, each surge of thought is a sublimation and breakthrough in understanding new cultivation techniques.

At this moment, the atmosphere is tense and solemn.

Only the faint light occasionally emitted from his body and the instant flashes of insight when the Demon Seed transmits knowledge break the silence.

Simultaneously, the progress of creating new cultivation techniques is steadily advancing under Lin Ping’an’s operation.

50%...55%...60%...

One day, two days, three days...

Days go by, and Great Xia changes with each passing day.

On the streets and alleys, by the park lakes, even on the school playgrounds.

Every inch of Great Xia’s land bursts with vitality and vigor.

Now, in this nation, martial customs thrive, deeply rooted in people’s hearts.

Like a spring breeze gently moistening all things, wordlessly becoming an indispensable part of life.

The morning sun is like a golden painter.

Using the sky as a curtain, the earth as paper, sketching out vivid scenes.

In those ancient streets and alleys, agile elderly greet the dawn, sweating in the cool air.

With tightly held fists, each move contains the strength refined by years.

The sound of breaking air varies in intensity, with the low murmur and whistle of years settled, yet akin to the echo of a militant battle song, crossing through time and space, directly touching the heart.

By the lakeside, willow branches sway, water ripples, reflecting the silhouettes of martial artists.

Whether with fists or swords, still as a poised maiden, or moving like a fleeing rabbit, they vividly perform the powerful combination of hardness and softness.

And those children watching follow suit, practicing with focus.

On the spacious school playground, the aura of youth springs forth.

Students, dressed in uniform training outfits, line up neatly, following the movements of the martial arts teacher, adhering rigorously to each move.

Sunlight penetrates through the thin mist, casting upon the determined faces, illuminating the light of future hope.

These scenes collectively construct the unique scenery of Great Xia.

The martial spirit ingrained into the bones and blood has taken root and blossomed brightly in everyone’s heart.

On the Celestial Dao Network, the ethos follows suit, with countless people discussing cultivation techniques.

"’Abi Dao Three Blades’ is the number one attacking cultivation technique, truly a must-learn for everyone!"

"That’s right! It’s not ’Heaven-Defying Seven Demon Blades’ that are unaffordable, but ’Abi Dao Three Blades’ that offer better value for money."

"’Concealing Breath Technique’ and ’Stealth Technique’ are gradually becoming obsolete cultivation techniques! When training the next generation, these should be removed from the cultivation plan!"

"The Guardian God seems to have gone into seclusion again! There’s still a terrifying aura around the Great Xia Academy’s Villa No.1!"

"I don’t know when the expedition will start, but I can hardly wait to bring light and freedom to the so-called Mainline Human Race!"

"I agree +1."

"..."

Besides cultivation, many are discussing other matters, including those concerning the expedition.

Some saw it and agreed, while a few infiltrators were so angry that they almost gritted their teeth to pieces.

Rubbish light and freedom, these foolish offshoots of the Human Race, dare to so despise the sect families.

Clearly, only they can dominate the Human Race and guide the future.