My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me

Chapter 206 - 108: Raising an Altar for Thunder Summoning

In the blink of an eye, a Demon Cultivator of considerable Power had died at Yang Jing’s hands.

The Law Enforcement Team Cultivators present had long heard of Yang Jing’s renowned prowess in Magical Combat, but this was the very first time they had actually seen him in action.

The Demon Cultivator had been capable of controlling so many Yin Death Demons, a clear sign of his extraordinary Power. But in front of Yang Jing, he was like a helpless child, utterly powerless to resist.

Yang Jing returned to the stone platform, carrying the head. He placed it carefully inside an Ice Silk Bag, which he then tucked into his Storage Bag. Next, he collected the Demon Cultivator’s own Storage Bag and Flesh Wings Spiritual Artifact.

"Inspector Yang, this really has nothing to do with us! We had no idea when Zeng Wenshu was replaced!"

The Law Enforcement Team Cultivators were terrified. These ritual instruments were obviously very important to Yang Jing. A Demon Cultivator had tampered with them right under their noses, and yet they had all remained completely oblivious.

This was a disaster for Master Yang’s important plans.

Given Lord Yang’s reputation for being ruthless and decisive, there was no way this would end well for them.

"If you don’t want to die, leave this place at once and return to the Marketplace."

Yang Jing said to the Law Enforcement Team Cultivators.

He had only instructed Wenshu to prepare these ritual instruments to use as bait, to see if he could lure out a few Demon Cultivators. He had never truly intended to entrust the success or failure of the Thunder Summoning ritual to them.

The Cultivators of the Law Enforcement Team were sharp. Realizing a great battle was likely about to break out, they scrambled to get away.

Only Yang Jing and his four disciples remained on the stone platform.

"Let’s begin."

Yang Jing said, his gaze fixed on the distant Wei Clan Territory.

The four disciples nodded gravely.

Iron Head took a square table and a Jade Platform from his Storage Bag, placing them in front of his master. Yinjiao and the other two disciples took out a total of thirty-six Long Banners, each embroidered with various Thunder Beasts and lightning patterns, and drove them into the stone platform. Then, following the layout of the Circulation Star Battle Array Map, they affixed Thunder-Calling Talismans to the platform’s surface.

Yang Jing grasped the Peach Wood Sword, leaped onto the Jade Platform, and placed his Spiritual Artifact—the Golden Crow Pure Yang Mirror—and a Seven-sided Peach Wood Token on the table.

If a Cultivator from the Supreme Profound Upper Yang Sect who practiced Thunder Techniques were present, they would think this attempt at an altar was a complete farce.

A proper Thunder Summoning Altar had strict dimensions: the outer platform, forty-five feet wide and two feet high; the middle platform, thirty-three feet wide and two feet high; the inner platform, twenty-four feet wide and two feet high. The total height of the square altar was six feet, corresponding to the number of Kun. All these dimensions were fixed and unchangeable.

The banners came in long and short varieties. The long ones were painted with five sections of vermilion lacquer and five sections of black ink. The short ones had three sections of vermilion and three of black.

The various ritual procedures, moreover, were endlessly complex.

Even then, if one’s mastery of Thunder Techniques was too shallow, succeeding just once or twice in ten attempts was considered a fine result.

After the Magic Altar was arranged, the four disciples stood guard at the four corners of the Jade Platform. They held a Golden Melon Hammer, an Axe and Halberd, a Golden Spear, and a Great Bow, all carved from peach wood, serving as guardian Divine Generals.

Among the Six Sects, the legacies of the Supreme Profound Upper Yang Sect, the Dharma Image Sect, and the Profound Pure Sect were the most ancient. As such, their Cultivation Techniques still contained many traces of the Ancient Techniques that existed before the Central Continent fell from the Upper Realm.

Many of these Ancient Techniques were intimately connected to the Divine Dao, with some even pursuing the goal of cultivating oneself into a god to achieve transcendence.

However, without the environment of the Upper Realm, the conditions needed to practice most of these techniques were gone, making any progress arduous. Only after being edited and revised by their predecessors did they become the Cultivation Techniques of the modern era.

Yang Jing sat cross-legged on the Jade Platform, closing his eyes to rest his spirit. He waited until his Qi Mechanism came into resonance and he sensed the opportune moment had arrived. Only then did he open his eyes, raise his Wooden Sword, and begin Stepping on the Gang and Treading the Dipper upon the Jade Platform.

He swung his sword, tracing a Talisman in the air.

"Thunder cracks and lightning fire erupts! Cross the heavens and tread the Dipper, step over Kui and walk the Gang! Five Thunders, strike swift! Inner lightning, shine forth! Illuminate the boiling Four Seas, shine through to Fusang! All generals of the Thunder God, rise swiftly from the southeast! As swift as the statutes and ordinances command!"

The moment the edict was spoken, the wind began to howl across the sky as baleful clouds gathered in dense clusters overhead.

The mountains, still in broad daylight just a moment ago, darkened at an astonishing speed.

The Demon Cultivators within the Wei Clan Territory sensed the change. Looking up at the heavy black clouds, they felt a sliver of fear stir within them. Those with a particularly keen Spiritual Sense were filled with an even greater dread.

They too were in the middle of an Array Formation. One by one, Demon Cultivators holding Demon Banners took their positions atop the Spiritual Qi Nodes within the Wei Clan Territory.

A Blood Pool had been dug in the center of the Red Evil True Demon Array. The members of the Wei Family were opening Blood Bottles, pouring the fresh blood they had collected into the pool.

Heaps of spinal columns, flesh, and organs were piled into small mountains, arranged in specific patterns around the Blood Pool.

The thick stench of blood and offal was so strong it was practically blinding. The Celestial Demons that had been summoned earlier drooled with desire but didn’t dare take a single step over the line.

The blood of over thirty-seven thousand members of the Wei Family had already filled the entire Blood Pool. Wei Dong, holding a curved blade, stepped forward and slit the throat of a Wei Family member as casually as if he were slaughtering a chicken, draining the man’s blood into the pool.

These members of the Wei Family had thought that if they just obeyed, their lives would be spared. They never imagined the Demon Cultivators had no intention of letting them live.

Some stood frozen in numb shock, others turned to flee, and still others screamed hysterically, but none could escape the slash of the blade. Wei Dong magically extracted the blood from their bodies and injected it into the Blood Pool.

Even the Wei Family’s patriarch, Wei Zhongda, was beheaded with a single stroke. His face was frozen in an expression of lingering hope, utter astonishment, and final despair. He had never anticipated that he, too, would be executed for his blood. His Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivation proved utterly useless, and he could only offer his neck to the blade, putting up no struggle at all.

"Activate the Array!"

Wei Dong shrieked the command.

The Demon Cultivators standing on the Spirit Vein Nodes instantly raised their Demon Banners high.

In the next moment, the Demon Banners transformed the Spiritual Qi from the Spirit Vein into columns of Demonic Qi that shot toward the sky. This Demonic Qi emanated a scorching, agitated, and desperate aura. Even the Demon Cultivators themselves felt a wave of discomfort.

Bian Shiyin began to recite an incantation from the *All Heavens Secret Demon Register*, calling out to the Celestial Demons beyond the Nine Heavens.

All manner of Celestial Demons sensed the call, but upon realizing it was for the Red Evil True Demon, they fled in terror.

After an unknown amount of time, the roiling Demonic Qi condensed, forming a massive Mixed Cave.

An even more terrifying Demonic Qi surged out from the Mixed Cave. In an instant, its sheer density made the skin of every Demon Cultivator present prickle as if stung by needles.

The next instant, a gigantic Demon Claw emerged from the Mixed Cave. The claw was shriveled and emaciated, almost fleshless, and covered in stiff, reddish-black barbs. Its five black fingernails were each three feet long and as sharp as sickles.

The Demon Claw snatched a heap of flesh and blood and retracted into the Mixed Cave. A moment later, a hair-raising sound of chewing echoed from the other side.

The hearts of the Demon Cultivators present leaped into their throats. If the Red Evil True Demon on the other side was not satisfied with the offerings, they would have to perform the summoning again, and the potential for disaster would increase dramatically.

But these offerings were the flesh and blood of an Immortally Cultivation Clan; the Blood Qi and Spiritual Qi they contained were far more abundant than that of any ordinary mortal.

This time, Wei Dong was ninety percent certain of success.

The next moment, two Demon Claws gripped the edges of the Mixed Cave and tore it wider with a powerful heave.

A withered ape-like head pushed its way out of the Mixed Cave. It had protruding fangs, a high brow ridge, and was wreathed in roiling, crimson Demonic Qi. Its eyes glowed with a demonic light, and as its gaze fell upon the Demon Cultivators, their hearts pounded with fear.

The Red Evil True Demon pulled itself completely out of the Mixed Cave. Its enormous body stood fifty feet tall, and it was clad in a suit of somewhat battered Scale Armor.

The Demon Cultivators on the scene didn’t dare to breathe. They watched as the Red Evil True Demon sat cross-legged beside the Blood Pool, scooping up blood and drinking it down in great gulps.