The thousand years of cultivation within the inner core of the Eight-Winged Purple Python had been used eighty percent for tempering his body, so his cultivation level only reached the middle stage of the Fasting Period. If most of the true essence from the Eight-Winged Purple Python’s inner core had been used to cultivate the Five Spirits, his cultivation would definitely not have stopped at the Fasting Period!

Although he had just reached the middle stage of the Fasting Period, Brian Carter was already able to use some spells with relatively weak offensive power.

He had also fully mastered the use of the Heaven-Defying Demon Sword. This sword was a supreme treasure of the demonic path; not only could it emit extreme cold during attacks, but it could also increase the user's attack power by a notch. Its most important function, however, was that it could boost the user's speed. Ten thousand years ago, the Heaven-Defying Demon Sword was the fastest flying sword, and even without reaching the Nascent Soul stage, one could use this sword to fly. It was absolutely a top-tier treasure!

The young Eight-Winged Purple Python had already devoured the flesh of the original python, and under the nourishment of a supreme-grade spirit stone from Brian Carter, it had entered a dormant state.

Without the help of the Eight-Winged Purple Python’s inner core, his current cultivation speed had obviously slowed down a lot. The slow progress made Brian Carter feel as if he was doing something pointless. Relying on the speed of the Heaven-Defying Demon Sword, Brian Carter believed that although he was still no match for his master Eric Brooks, if he used it to escape, with Eric Brooks just having entered the Nascent Soul stage, there was no way he could catch up.

As for the formations and talismans in the Wuji Demonic Arts that he could use now, he didn’t have the materials for them. The storage ring only contained some rare and precious materials, but none of the basic ones. He still needed to go out and find those materials himself in order to refine them!

Since Eric Brooks could no longer pose a threat to his life, Brian Carter decided to leave seclusion!

After coming out of seclusion, Brian Carter’s height had reached over eight feet. The strength of his body was definitely top-tier in the cultivation world. His muscles were solid and full of explosive beauty, but paired with his majestic physique, it was surprisingly harmonious, without any sense of being bulky or bloated!

Due to his continuous progress in cultivation, his eyes had become exceptionally bright and sharp! Although he himself didn’t feel much about the passage of time, he knew that the Eight-Winged Purple Python’s inner core acted up once every three days, for a total of 998 times. By this calculation, it had been nearly a year!

Although Brian Carter had already reached the Fasting Period and could truly be considered a cultivator, he still had a special fondness for food. After catching a wild boar nearby, Brian Carter returned to his residence and began to prepare it. After skinning and cleaning the wild boar, he placed it on a rack, and soon the aroma began to waft throughout the entire Wuji Demonic Sect! Squinting at the golden-brown wild boar on the rack, Brian Carter looked quite relaxed.

At this moment, the sound of several footsteps reached his ears, and from the sound, they were heading toward his residence. Brian Carter was a bit surprised, as he had no dealings with anyone else in the Wuji Demonic Sect. The only person he was somewhat acquainted with was the senior brother from the library, who had the duty of guarding the library and couldn’t possibly come looking for him.

Brian Carter found it a bit amusing—after chatting with him for so long, neither had asked the other’s name, nor had he mentioned it to Brian Carter. Truly a strange person!

Surprised as he was, the visitors still arrived at the door. Before they even entered, a voice rang out, “Who is so bold as to roast meat here? To do such a disrespectful thing in the tranquil grounds of my Wuji Demonic Sect—what punishment should you receive?”

“According to sect rules, disturbing the sect’s tranquility should be punished with a hundred lashes!” Another gloomy voice took over, and as soon as these words fell, several people had already entered Brian Carter’s room!

Chapter 008: First Signs of Brilliance

Three young men, all around twenty years old, strode in. The one in front wore a dark fitted outfit, had a tiger-like back and a bear-like waist, his hair tied with a hero’s scarf, looking exceptionally valiant and stern. Behind him, one was tall and thin, the other short and fat, both dressed in white robes with black trim. The tall, thin one had a bluish complexion—whether by birth or due to a special cultivation method was unclear, but he always gave off a chilling, sinister aura!

“I’ve just joined the sect and am not yet familiar with the rules. I hope you senior brothers can be lenient and let this matter pass!” Brian Carter said calmly, showing none of the panic one would expect from someone who had done something wrong.

As soon as Brian Carter saw the three who entered, he knew who they were. The senior brother from the library had once told him that these three, like him, were third-generation disciples in the Wuji Demonic Sect. The one in the dark outfit was called Richard Bolton, the only grandson of the Grand Elder Henry Bolton. The tall, thin one was Charles Foster, and the short, fat one was Stephen Grant; both were disciples of Richard Bolton’s father, Matthew Bolton.

Henry Bolton doted on his only grandson, giving him all the cultivation materials and techniques he had painstakingly acquired. Richard Bolton cultivated a technique called the Black Fiend Demonic Cloud Art, which Henry Bolton had obtained from some unknown source. Its power was immense, making Richard Bolton the fastest-progressing among the third-generation disciples. At a young age, he had already reached the middle stage of the Enlightenment Period, a level many second-generation disciples had yet to attain!

Because of this, Richard Bolton was extremely arrogant in the Wuji Demonic Sect. If not for the close watch of Henry Bolton and Matthew Bolton, he would have long since left Duanhun Mountain to stir up trouble in other sects.

Unable to provoke outsiders, Richard Bolton could only pick on some disciples within the Wuji Demonic Sect. Henry Bolton and Matthew Bolton knew his temperament; seeing that he only caused trouble for their own sect’s disciples, they simply let him be. Since Charles Foster and Andrew Grant were both disciples of Matthew Bolton, naturally, they were all birds of a feather!