【Ancestor of Hehuan】(01)

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Chapter One: Soul-Hooking
Mountain To the southwest of the Yan Kingdom lies the Taiyin Mountain Range, which has existed for hundreds of millions of years. Stretching for tens of millions of miles, the range is filled with towering
peaks and numerous sacred mountains, making it an ideal place for cultivators to establish their cave dwellings.
No one knows the true length of the Taiyin Mountain Range, nor how many
mountains it contains.
Among these countless peaks, an inconspicuous little mountain has now received its uninvited guest.
A hideous man clad in a black robe, his face bluish-green, lips black, and his robes stained with blood
, flew at a speed imperceptible to ordinary people. Suddenly, he abruptly stopped outside the little mountain, his sinister
gaze sweeping across the surroundings. He cackled, "From today onwards, this mountain will be called Soul-Hooking Mountain!"
With a wave of his sleeve, hundreds of colorful flags flew out, swirling in the air and forming
a peculiar spectacle. The hideous man chanted a spell, and all the flags instantly flew to various parts of the little mountain,
disappearing underground. Instantly, a transparent membrane of light, invisible to mortals, rose from the ground, completely
enveloping the small hill.
The black-robed man's sinister eyes darted around, as if he were still uneasy. He narrowed his eyes,
clapped one hand, and eighteen large black banners flew out of his storage pouch. These banners were engraved with
terrifying patterns such as skulls, centipedes, and scorpions, each exuding a chilling aura, shrouded in black mist. From time to time, terrifying vengeful spirits and evil
ghosts would emerge from them, emitting shrill screams that sent shivers down one's spine.
The man, however, seemed oblivious. He formed hand seals, and the eighteen banners slowly rose into the air, arranging themselves into a strange formation
, connecting to form an invisible net. The banners then disappeared, and the man nodded in satisfaction.
This man was a notorious demon in the cultivation world, known as the Soul-Hooking Ancestor. This demon not only enjoyed indiscriminately killing mortals
but also had a penchant for collecting the souls of mortal cultivators, torturing them to create vicious magical artifacts. In the cultivation world,
all righteous individuals wished to eliminate him as quickly as possible. However, the Old Demon had roamed the world for three hundred years and was still alive and well.
This was because the Old Demon not only possessed profound magical power but also had many close friends in the demonic path. Furthermore, ten years ago, he broke through his bottleneck and reached
the supreme realm of spiritual communication. As a result, no one dared to provoke
the Old Demon; ordinary cultivators trembled at his mere mention of his name, and his ferocity grew ever stronger.
Yet, at this moment, the Soul-Hooking Ancestor was as frightened as a stray dog, as if fleeing from an enemy. Who could possess
such power?
It turned out that three months ago, several demonic giants, including the Impermanence Ancestor and the Green-Robed Ancestor
, invited him to explore the Five Elements Realm for treasure. By chance, they discovered an ancient demonic cultivator's cave that had never been opened before,
containing an earth-shattering treasure. A fierce battle ensued among them, vying for the treasure.
Although the Soul-Hooking Ancestor ultimately obtained the treasure, he was severely injured and paid a heavy price. He dared not
appear before the world, lest the other old demons kill him and seize the treasure, and even more so, fear that news of the treasure would leak out,
attracting the covetous eyes of some old monsters. Therefore, he came to the Taiyin Mountains, intending to cultivate there for a period of time, master
the treasure, and emerge fearless of anyone!
Cultivators need not lack a place to settle; the Soul-Hooking Ancestor spent only half a day constructing a simple yet
vast underground cave for long-term cultivation.
The higher the cultivation level, the harder recovery. The Soul-Hooking Ancestor recuperated for many days, consuming many precious pills,
yet his injuries showed no improvement. The old demon hated the Impermanence Ancestor and the others who had injured him intensely, and vowed fiercely: "Once I master
the wondrous uses of this magic treasure, I will extract the souls of Impermanence, Green Robe, and the others, condemning you to eternal damnation!"
For demons, the fastest way to recover cultivation is by consuming flesh and blood. Left with no other choice, the old demon risked
flying out of his cave to catch some raw food.
...
Ten days later, the Soul-Hooking Ancestor returned to his cave.
The old demon appeared to have endured considerable battle; his black robe was stained with blood, and his once-blue face had turned
purplish, clearly indicating severe damage to his vital energy.
His expression grew increasingly ferocious. A small, spiritually charged yellow pouch appeared in his hand. He untied
the red rope binding it, and the pouch flew into the air, mouth down, suddenly expanding. With a series of thuds
, many people fell out, quickly filling half of the cave.
There were five or six hundred people who fell from the pouch, men and women, mostly young , many dressed in fine clothes, with fair and delicate skin. These were all 　　disciples captured by
the Soul-Hooking Sect from the closest cultivation families and sects to the Taiyin Mountains , for whom he had fought several fierce battles. 　　For a demon of the Soul-Hooking Sect's level, ordinary mortal flesh and blood had little effect; the higher the cultivation level of 　　the cultivator, the faster they recovered after being devoured. 　　Everyone was dizzy from the impact. When had these pampered young cultivators ever been 　　treated like this? A cacophony of wails, screams, curses, and cries filled the air, transforming the cave dwelling into a bustling 　　marketplace. 　　The old demon sat expressionless atop his throne, coldly surveying the cultivators below—mere prey in his eyes. 　　The commotion didn't last. The captured cultivators quickly realized something was amiss. 　　Most had been unconscious and stuffed into their storage bags without their knowledge. Now, seeing the Soul-Hooking Old Demon seated high above, 　　the overwhelming demonic energy and immense pressure filled them with dread. Everyone fell silent, staring blankly 　　at the old demon, utterly bewildered. 　　Then, a beautiful female cultivator's shrill cry shattered the silence: "It's him! It must be him! He's the Soul-Hooking Ancestor 　　! I saw his portrait on the Zhengyi Sect's wanted list of demonic cultivators!" 　　Whoosh! 　　The woman's words were like a spark igniting a powder keg. The cultivators present were thrown into a panic, their faces ashen. 　　Some of the more timid even fainted, simply because the Soul-Hooking Ancestor's reputation in the cultivation world was too infamous! 　　A person's name is like a tree's shadow; in the cultivation world, Gouhun is absolutely a force to be reckoned with, capable of stopping a child's crying. 　　Seemingly satisfied with their reaction, Gouhun let out two eerie laughs, rose from his Ruyi White Bone Throne 　　, and swept his sinister gaze across everyone present. His bony right hand reached out and pulled the female cultivator who had just spoken 　　into his grasp, gripping her neck. He said in a chilling tone, "You actually know me? Very well! I, your ancestor, am very..."

"So, I've decided to eat you first!"
"But you're quite good-looking. Let me, your ancestor, absorb your vital essence first, then I'll let you ascend to paradise!"
With a chuckle, his withered hand grabbed the female cultivator's ornate
Daoist robe. With a tearing sound, the robe was ripped to shreds, revealing a pink undergarment.
"Ah!" The female cultivator screamed and fainted instantly.
The Soul-Hook remained unmoved. Under the tense gazes of the crowd, his fingers emitted a faint black light, and the female cultivator's undergarment
instantly turned to ashes, revealing a snow-white chest and a stunning pink hue.
Although in a perilous situation, most of the hundreds of captured cultivators were male, and they were involuntarily
drawn to the scene before them, their eyes fixed on the female cultivator's chest.
The female cultivator awoke from her unconsciousness, but under the spotlight, she immediately fainted again.
The demon, with its long, hooked tongue, greedily licked the female cultivator's breasts. The male cultivators
watching swallowed hard, their eyes filled with a mixture of tension and anticipation. The demon didn't disappoint. It reached for the female cultivator's thighs
, and her lower garments instantly turned to ash, revealing her dazzling white thighs.
The shadowy area between her thighs further fueled their desire to explore. The demon forcefully pried open her thighs, exposing her pink vulva. The cultivators, with their keen eyesight, could see her 　　genitals
even from a distance. The female cultivator, filled with grief and despair, trembled even in her unconscious state, her body flushed a captivating 　　pink. 　　 The demon chuckled lewdly, his withered, dark hand grasping her large, snow-white breasts, 　　kneading them like dough. Her breasts were molded into various shapes under his touch, the stark contrast of black and white 　　making them appear even more lewd. At the same time, the old demon's purple lips suddenly kissed the female cultivator's sexy lips, 　　licking and biting, sometimes even sucking hard, making "smacking" sounds. His hands, which had been gripping her breasts, suddenly 　　freed one hand, which reached towards the female cultivator's lower body. His 　　 rough 　　fingers parted the female cultivator's sexy black pubic hair and directly pressed against her warm vulva, rubbing it incessantly. 　　The female cultivator's whole body flushed red, trembling unconsciously. Suddenly, the beautiful female cultivator's naked body convulsed violently, arching 　　into an arc, emitting a long cry. A cultivator with good eyesight saw that in that instant, the old demon's thumb 　　and forefinger pinched the female cultivator's clitoris. The pink little bean was suddenly attacked, and the female cultivator could no longer hold back; 　　a large amount of translucent vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, splashing the old demon's hand 　　. The old demon chuckled lewdly, withdrawing his right hand. Looking at his hand covered in translucent love fluid, he first 　　sniffed it lewdly, then stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his palm. Because the female cultivator's love fluid 　　was so abundant, it even made a 'slurping' sound. The male cultivators present swallowed hard, wishing they 　　could take the old demon's place. 　　 The 　　old demon, a renowned strongman, possessed his own dignity. Although he enjoyed molesting women in public, 　　he didn't have a penchant for exposing his genitals. He gave the ants below a wicked glance, sneered 　　, and his clothes suddenly vanished, revealing his erect penis, its blue veins bulging menacingly 　　. Its length was even more astonishing, reaching eight or nine inches (one inch is approximately three centimeters). Everyone's vision blurred, 　　and they could see nothing more, but the old demon's manhood left a deep impression on everyone. The old 　　 demon 　　instantly set up an invisible magic array. Lower-level cultivators couldn't see its contents, but the sounds 　　could be clearly heard by everyone. 　　The unfortunate female cultivator first groaned in pain, then screamed, her voice filled with immense 　　terror. This scream, mixed with the old demon's lewd laughter, lasted for a full hour (two hours 　　). 　　There were only about twenty female cultivators present, all pale as death. A few, unable to bear the fear, silently sobbed 　　, clearly afraid of waking the old demon with their cries. The male cultivators' expressions were no better. After all, while this thing might 　　sound quite exciting normally, anyone would lose their erection if the screams continued for an hour. 　　When the female cultivator's last scream rang out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The old demon deactivated the invisibility array, 　　revealing his naked body to the crowd. His penis, stained with blood, remained erect. 　　The female cultivator lay unconscious, her once snow-white thighs now covered in blood, a rather tragic sight. 　　The seductive man laughed wildly, his withered left hand suddenly resting on the female cultivator's smooth, white forehead. Her once vibrant 　　skin aged visibly, until only... A pile of grayish-black residue, and the 　　brightly colored Daoist robes casually tossed on the ground by the old demon. 　　The old demon closed his eyes in enjoyment, taking a deep breath, as if savoring the wonderful taste from before. 　　The crowd below the stage was even more wretched than before; some cultivators even lost control of their bladders, making the cave reek of a foul stench. But no one 　　dared to make a sound, afraid of waking the old demon who was 　　still savoring the experience. The old demon frowned, sucking all the dozen or so cultivators who had lost control of their bladders onto his hand. These cultivators received 　　the same treatment as the female cultivator from before, crumbling into mud and dust, their stench unchanged. 　　Having done all this, the old demon seemed quite intrigued . Scanning the panicked young cultivators fleeing below, 　　Gouhun knew their efforts were futile, given the sealed cave. 　　Sensing his body, he discovered his injuries had only slightly improved; at this rate, 　　it would take years to fully recover. 　　Gouhun frowned deeply, then, remembering his current situation, he had to suppress 　　his urge to capture more high-level cultivators. His priority now was researching that treasure; success would overcome any obstacle. 　　Thinking of the treasure's incredible effects, the old demon's heart burned with desire. Leaving the cultivators behind, he turned and left. 　　… 　　For a long time after the old demon left, the cultivators dared not make a move. Only after they were certain he was truly 　　gone did they collapse to the ground like dead dogs.

"He's trying to raise us like pigs!" a beautiful female cultivator in pink shrieked. "We must unite
and resist!"
The pink-clad cultivator was quite stunning, appearing to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slightly chubby face.
Her full breasts, almost bursting out of her clothes, made her even more beautiful than the female cultivator captured by the old demon earlier.
Someone nearby sneered, "Unite? Resist? How laughable! Do you think you have a way to kill that demon
? If so, everyone's safety will depend on you, heroine! But I think
you might actually have a way. After all, if you please the old demon, he might really spare your life!"
A burst of laughter erupted around them, easing the tense atmosphere slightly.
The woman in pink blushed crimson, leaped from the ground, and shouted, "How dare you! I am
the daughter of the Cangzhou Swordsman!"
The Cangzhou Swordsman was a renowned figure in the cultivation world. Thirty years ago, he single-handedly stormed the Yan Kingdom's palace with his sword
and escaped unscathed, making him famous overnight. Later, it was rumored that he lived in seclusion in Cangzhou, a major city in the Yan Kingdom, and the Yan royal family
never dared to lay a finger on him.
It sounded impressive, but in reality, the Yan Kingdom was merely one of the smallest kingdoms in the cultivation world. The Soul-Hooking Ancestor
could easily crush the royal family alone. Compared to him, the so-called Cangzhou Swordsman who escaped unscathed
paled in comparison.
Therefore, as soon as the woman uttered her words, the cultivators present burst into laughter. The woman in pink realized her slip of the tongue,
her pretty face turning bright red, her full breasts heaving, attracting the gazes of several lecherous men.
"Hehe, the Swordsman of Cangzhou, what a prestigious title! Even the Soul-Hooking Ancestor would be terrified if he heard that!"
a charming woman in purple giggled. The woman in purple was alluring, though not as beautiful as the woman in pink
, she possessed a seductive charm. Every smile, every gesture captivated those around her, clearly indicating
she had cultivated a seductive art.
"Yes, yes, what is the Soul-Hooking Ancestor compared to the Swordsman of Cangzhou? Even the Golden Light Dharma King of the Kingdom of Brahma,
Lin Haiya of the Zhengyi Sect, and the Boundless Heavenly Mystery Daoist are all trash before him!" a
handsome male cultivator beside the woman in purple chimed in, slightly obsequious.
With the Old Demon absent, the hundreds of people present seemed liberated, relentlessly attacking the
girl in pink with the most vicious language to vent their fear. The woman in pink, who hadn't reacted when the Old Demon was present, now
sobbed uncontrollably, like a wounded kitten, pitiful to behold.
Among these cultivators was an inconspicuous blue-robed youth, about sixteen or seventeen years old, fairly
handsome, with a tall and straight figure and an ethereal air.
He didn't join the attack on the girl, but observed coldly,
one of the few cultivators who still retained some rationality.
Looking at the pitiful girl, the youth's eyes showed sympathy, but he didn't move
an inch, showing no intention of intervening.
The youth's mouth tasted bitter: "I never thought I'd encounter such good fortune so soon after transmigrating."
The youth was originally a young manager of an international company who, due to an accident, came to this world and was reborn in the body of a boy named Zhang Fan.
Their memories had only recently merged when he was captured by the old demon.
What could Zhang Fan do besides lament the injustice of his fate?
Looking at the distorted and terrified faces of those around him, he felt utterly hopeless. These people were all
young, their highest cultivation level only at the sixth or seventh level of the Meridian Opening stage. Compared to the old demon who had already reached the Spiritual Connection stage, they were worlds apart
. Even if most of their masters came, they would be instantly killed.
In the cultivation world, cultivators are divided into five major realms: Meridian Opening, Body Opening, Acupoint Opening, Spiritual Connection, and Profound Connection.
The difference between each realm is enormous, and the old demon was three realms higher than them.
Zhang Fan dared not hold any hope of escaping.
Was he just going to wait to die?
Zhang Fan was unwilling. He had finally transmigrated and had such an opportunity; was it really going to end here? Other protagonists
were all conquering and dominating the world, why was he so tragic? He hadn't even experienced the splendor of this world,
hadn't even stood at its peak, and now he had to say goodbye to it.
Zhang Fan was a very ambitious person. Although he had come to this unfamiliar world, he wasn't afraid at all;
on the contrary, he felt a slight excitement. Otherwise, he wouldn't have become a company manager at such a young age back on Earth.
Lost in thought, a loud shout rang out: "Enough! With disaster looming, you still have the nerve
to bully a woman? You're unworthy of being cultivators!"
Appendix
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Cultivation Levels: Meridian Opening, Body Opening, Acupoint Opening, Spiritual Opening, Profound Opening.
Meridian Opening: Opening the eight extraordinary meridians: Du Meridian, Ren Meridian, Chong Meridian, Dai Meridian, Yin Wei Meridian, Yang Wei Meridian, Yin Qiao Meridian, Yang Qiao Meridian, and the most difficult to open, the Heart Meridian.
Body Opening: Skin Refinement, Tendon Transformation, Bone Forging, Blood Exchange, Rebirth, Golden Body (Nine Revolutions).
Acupoint Opening: Eye Acupoint, Ear Acupoint, Nose Acupoint, Tongue Acupoint, Heart Acupoint.
Spiritual Opening: Cleansing the Three Souls, Refining the Seven Spirits, Soul and Spirit unite to form the Primordial Spirit, the Primordial Spirit undergoes tribulation to become the Primordial God (the Primordial God is a physical entity, nearly immortal). Profound Opening
: Foreknowledge of fortune and misfortune, other great supernatural powers. This realm is the highest realm in the cultivation world; those at this realm are all super grandmasters and supreme experts.
Levels are not static; opinions are welcome.
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