novelraw Chapter 133 : Sickly Obsession Cultivation, Jiang Yan Plants Elemental Qi
Chapter 133 : Sickly Obsession Cultivation, Jiang Yan Plants Elemental Qi
Chapter 133: Sickly Obsession Cultivation, Jiang Yan Plants Elemental Qi
"Such a terrifying ability!"
Jiang Yan squinted his eyes. The Cataclysmic Lotus produced different spells depending on the individual.
Kurokawa Seki’s Final Burial Butterfly not only possessed the power to stir up, generate, and absorb disasters, but also carried parasitic capabilities and immortality.
As long as one-fifth of the burial butterflies remained, she had the chance to start over.
"As expected, only the deepest suffering can force out a person’s potential!"
Jiang Yan couldn’t help but sigh. Even he felt a twinge of envy.
The investment had just begun; it wasn’t time to drain the pond to catch the fish.
Moreover, all of Kurokawa Seki’s efforts, accumulations, and cultivation were for his sake.
Rather than laboring to build his own, he might as well wait to pick the ripe fruit later.
Most importantly, although that damn place White Sakura wasn't large, it ranked among the top globally in population density, coupled with the imprint of Confucian culture.
An oppressive environment, rigid class system, and various folk legends—all nurtured the perfect soil for monsters and demons to thrive, allowing malevolent entities to grow unchecked.
Not to mention the many White Sakura deities laying down plans in the mortal world, acting recklessly.
Without some means of self-preservation, one wouldn't last long there.
And Kurokawa Seki, now bestowed with the power of calamity, had become his follower—transformed into a “monster.”
Once she returned, she would instead thrive in that environment.
Absorbing nourishment from disasters for him, cultivating more Cataclysmic Lotuses!
"Still, before that, she needs some time to stabilize—fully master her abilities—then depart for White Sakura."
Jiang Yan pondered as Kurokawa Seki’s faint moans reached his ears.
"Am... am I still alive?"
Kurokawa Seki opened her eyes, feeling the surging power within her body, and the information of the Final Burial Butterfly flooded in. Her expression turned blank.
The power granted by the Apostle of the Crimson Demon of the Chronicle of Myriad Tribulations was simply too horrifying!
And it could grow without limit.
Could this guy truly be…
A great divine immortal!?
But one so malevolent—it could only be a Demon God!
The Crimson Demon’s voice rang out: "Seems you really like this gift."
Kurokawa Seki nodded. After her excitement cooled, she suddenly asked, “Crimson Demon, which number apostle am I?”
“……”
Jiang Yan behind the Crimson Demon hadn’t expected this woman to ask that—but soon came up with an answer and replied smoothly:
“My apostles total ten seats. You are the Tenth Apostle. When you die, someone else will take your place.”
Even the Wild History Club had thirteen seats, so having ten apostles under the Crimson Demon wasn’t excessive, right?
Though the other nine weren’t determined yet, nor was the script written, the momentum had to be maintained.
Wait, no—eight. Chen Shui could count as one too.
“I see.”
Kurokawa Seki nodded coldly, her black pupils growing deeper, glimmering like obsidian.
Having faced great terror between life and death, she had grown significantly in a short time.
The Crimson Demon, incarnation of Jiang Yan, didn’t mind—after all, who would willingly become a slave? He smiled and said, “The gears of karma have begun to turn. I look forward to your performance once you’re released.”
With that, the Crimson Demon vanished.
No matter how many times Kurokawa Seki called, there was no response.
It seemed only a flawless performance could attract His attention.
"So high and mighty..."
Kurokawa Seki chuckled. A sickly obsession now shone in her eyes, and she murmured softly:
"I’ve become yours—but haven’t you also become mine?"
In her darkest hour, only the Crimson Demon extended a hand, offering her a final chance.
Now, He was all she had!
If she were to lose His attention again, she would have nothing.
The reason she asked which number apostle she was—was jealousy. Jealous of the nine before her, who had received more of His gaze.
Kurokawa Seki extended her hand. A black-and-red burial butterfly perched on her fingertip, its siphoning proboscis settling on her skin, slowly sucking, as she softly murmured:
"I’ll show you that I’m the best performer—your gaze only needs to stay on me."
"…Seems like she’s grown twisted."
Elsewhere, Jiang Yan, still touring the Black Prison, wore a strange expression.
The Crimson Demon had never truly vanished; it had transformed into a Cataclysmic Lotus and was planted within her body. Jiang Yan could observe her perspective at any time.
However, despite intending to cultivate her as a seed of hatred, what he got was…
A sickly obsessed girl?
She had developed a pathological possessiveness even toward the imaginary persona of the Crimson Demon.
Crazy shrimp-head woman!
Jiang Yan couldn’t help shaking his head.
Beside him, Guan Dao asked in confusion, “Deputy Warden, is there anything here that you’re dissatisfied with?”
Jiang Yan snapped out of his thoughts and smiled, “Just remembered something. Please continue.”
Guan Dao resumed his introduction, quietly contemplating.
This person had seemed distracted from the start. He’d initially thought it was disinterest in that White Sakura woman—but now, it seemed more like pride holding him back.
It appeared there was room for maneuver.
Guan Dao was self-aware—he lacked talent, and ascending to the Old Talisman Stage was nearly impossible. He no longer had the youthful ambition and drive.
Now, he simply wanted to pave a smoother path for his children.
To form a good connection with this top-tier genius before him.
He had already investigated. This man was known for generosity toward his colleagues, a superior with great personal charisma.
If he could earn his favor, the rewards would surely come.
‘Seems like I can work this. Kurokawa Seki’s sentence wasn’t long to begin with. I can follow the proper channels, and she could be released within a few months.’
Guan Dao made up his mind, though he didn’t voice it aloud.
Sometimes, as long as everything left traces, those above would naturally take notice.
He truly yearned for progress.
With that in mind, Guan Dao continued his explanation: “For those with heavy sins, they are placed into the second layer, the Sea of Karma Fire, where their own sins ignite them, causing ceaseless heart-searing pain, though it doesn’t harm the flesh or soul.
The third layer, Iron Thorn Mountain, is covered with painful thorns. Every step brings extreme agony, and standing still only amplifies the suffering—so they can only keep walking day and night.
Prisoners in these two layers are not allowed sentence reduction. As for the fourth layer, it is the Black Abyss, used to confine those at the Ancient Talisman Level or higher, personally suppressed by the Warden.”
Guan Dao stated meticulously, “If you wish to tour the fourth layer, I can apply to the Warden. Though he’s in closed-door cultivation, he left behind many avatars and occasionally reviews matters.”
“No need. I’m not particularly interested in the fourth layer. Thank you for your efforts today, Director Guan.”
Jiang Yan extended his hand for a handshake, and the other’s face lit up with delight.
As for Zhao Yinman, who had been following along, her initial curiosity gradually faded into calm.
The living conditions in the Black Prison still couldn’t compare to the Coffin Spirit.
Only the Sea of Karma Fire sparked a bit of interest—but the temperature was too low, stifling and uncomfortable for sleeping.
She still preferred lying quietly inside to rest.
She wouldn’t come next time.
Zhao Yinman made up her mind—next time, she too would learn to say “no” to Jiang Yan.
She couldn’t keep agreeing to all his requests.
She was a zombie with ambition, and she had savings goals.
Since there was another meeting to attend, Jiang Yan left early, enjoying the pleasure of being in charge.
Just clocking in counted as full attendance—no need to stay all day.
Afterward, the meeting at the Hangzhou Bureau of Historical Revision went smoothly. Everyone was unusually enthusiastic—no objections raised at all.
Yu Lingchuan stood at Jiang Yan’s side, and whenever he spoke, even a slight pause brought thunderous applause.
Jiang Yan said the plan was progressing well, establishing a responsibility system for transcendental forces across the Yuhang region.
In simple terms, it meant dividing jurisdictions. There had been similar regulations before, but no accountability structure.
From now on, if something happened and it was reported to the Bureau, it would no longer be your responsibility.
If not reported, they would bear the blame and handle the aftermath.
The other forces could accept this—those who couldn’t had already been sent to the Black Prison.
Before Jiang Yan could suggest it, Yu Lingchuan proactively proposed establishing a regular market for transcendents, held monthly.
Essentially a "black market," but focused on safety and reliability, with drone delivery services available.
To meet the needs of certain “customers.”
Hangzhou had had “black markets” before, but never at scale. With an official marketplace, it would surely attract transcendents from all around.
As for the transaction commission: sixty percent would go to the Bureau of Historical Revision, as they would be responsible for order and security.
Originally, Yu Lingchuan had proposed fifty percent. The extra ten percent was meant for Jiang Yan, while the remaining forty percent would cover their operational costs and profits.
But Jiang Yan declined. Not because he didn’t need the money, but because…
Some money should not be taken.
Once taken, one’s position would become untenable.
It would also lead other Hangzhou divisions to follow suit, toppling the entire structure—making it impossible to expand the pie.
Most importantly, these commissions were in Tianxia currency, not points, so the meaning was limited. It would be better used as a welfare fund for the whole Bureau.
This way, other districts could get a share and avoid feelings of imbalance.
Before someone could stand alone against the world, they needed to make as many friends as possible.
Would the Bureau ever short him of his share?
In fact, he was even willing to let Yu Lingchuan take a larger portion, encouraging other transcendents to join in the profit-sharing—so long as the marketplace thrived.
“The ambition of the Commander truly soars like a swan, wings spread for a thousand miles!” Yu Lingchuan paid his respects and then chose to surrender one more layer of profit.
In the end, the profit distribution was set: 60% to the Bureau of Historical Revision, 20% to the Red Dust Chamber of Commerce, and the remaining 20% split among other transcendental forces.
Thus forming a shared-interest alliance.
After the meeting, Yu Lingchuan left a parting gift.
A relic left by a top Corpse-Dissolution Court lama at the peak of Law Seed, obtained from a Diseased Domain—an historical item.
Once used, it could enhance one’s comprehension of Buddhism and related skill paths.
Here’s the key point:
This lama came from the Vajravārāhī Esoteric Sect.
To avoid rejection, Yu Lingchuan proactively explained:
“I’ve treasured this relic for a long time, but it’s never been of use. Upon meeting Commander Jiang, I finally understand what a born Buddha Child is. Rather than letting it gather dust, I offer it for you to study temporarily. Just return it after use. It’s a small gesture toward resisting the historical mutation.”
Now this—this was the art of speech!
It wasn’t even a gift—it was a loan!
As for how long the loan lasted—well, that depended on Jiang Yan’s pace of enlightenment.
Truly a smooth-talking merchant.
Jiang Yan chuckled lightly: “Then I’ll thank you, Boss Yu!”
“You’re too kind!” Yu Lingchuan responded with a smile.
In the days that followed, Jiang Yan made a few appearances inside the Hangzhou Bureau of Historical Revision.
After all, who wouldn’t like a new boss that came bearing benefits?
A true good man!
He earned a wave of goodwill.
The higher-ups made no comment—but silence was tacit approval.
Employees in the Yuhang Division walked with their backs straight for days—countless others envied their treatment and tried pulling strings to transfer in.
But due to staff shortages in other divisions, such requests were all rejected.
After stealing the spotlight, Jiang Yan became very low-key.
Each day, he just ate Yin Yiyi’s personalized meals and trained in the Mountain and River Dragon Vein cultivation room.
His progress advanced by leaps and bounds.
After one week, he successfully broke through the peak of Foundation Establishment Stage, expanding his Cataclysmic Sea of the Return Ruins Foundation to five thousand zhang.
“It’s time—to cultivate the Law Seed!”