Seeking Immortality in a Bizarre World

Chapter 762 - 756 Selling the Law? Battle of the Demonic Path?_1

The auction commenced. A burly, muscular man laughed and announced, "For this transaction, I will take the lead. I offer two True Immortals and three True Demons, each wielding different Powers of Laws, in exchange for a Resentful Spirit Demonic Fruit with ten thousand years of medicinal properties."

The man lightly tapped the Na Xian Bag at his waist. Five unconscious Immortals appeared on the table, each radiating a different aura, with the Power of Laws subtly flowing around them.

Bizarre Immortals and Immortals or Demon Immortals were like fire and water. Those below the True Immortal Realm held little value to Bizarre Immortals. Once they reached the True Immortal or True Demon Realm, and their Powers of Laws became akin to those of the Bizarre Immortals, True Immortals and True Demons became targets for the Bizarre Immortals’ hunt. If they slew True Immortals and True Demons, allowing their Powers of Laws to return to the heavens and earth and be contaminated, they would gain the corresponding Power of the Bizarre Law. By then, Proxy Practitioners could also become wielders of Law. Every powerhouse at or beyond the True Immortal or True Demon Realm was a coveted prize in the eyes of many Bizarre Immortals.

The five Immortals, wielding the Power of Laws, were displayed as goods on the trading platform, prompting everyone to release their divine consciousness to inspect them. The Bizarre Immortals present had originally been human. After converting to the Bizarre Path, they stood entirely on an opposing side. Their own kind were displayed as goods on the table, like breeding hogs for sale, available for selection. Pairs of scrutinizing and discerning eyes swept over them, judging whether the Power of Laws they wielded was compatible with their own.

The types and number of Powers of Laws were immense; encountering a Power of Laws of the same origin was considered incredibly fortuitous. Most withdrew their gazes, uninterested. Only a gray-robed elder’s eyes lit up slightly; he stared intently at the True Immortal on the far left, his ardent gaze unconcealed.

The gray-robed elder spoke, his eyes fixed on the True Immortal, "A Resentful Spirit Demonic Fruit with ten thousand years of medicinal properties is difficult to find. How about Strange Origin Crystals instead?"

The burly man shook his head expressionlessly, clearly uninterested.

"Alas..." The gray-robed elder sighed, his gaze lingering. It was his good fortune to encounter a compatible Power of Laws at the trading meet, but... without the corresponding collateral, the opportunity could only slip away.

Powerhouses at the True Immortal, True Demon Realm, and above were indeed few, and Powers of Laws of the same origin were even rarer. Although True Demons who wielded the Power of Laws existed in the Black Death Domain, most served a master. Some were even reared in captivity specifically for exchanging Powers of Laws of the same origin. Others were spies for powerful Bizarre Immortals, infiltrating other Fairy Domains to collect intelligence, not daring to act rashly. If Bizarre Immortals wished to enhance their corresponding Power of the Bizarre Principle, their only options were to participate in Bizarre Path trading meets or venture into regions untainted by the Bizarre Path to hunt True Demons, True Immortals, and True Spirits. These regions were protected by top-tier powerhouses. Bizarre Immortals lacking sufficient strength and methods of concealment would only find death upon entry.

A new voice interjected, "Fellow Daoist, would you consider a loan? I happen to possess a Resentful Spirit Demonic Fruit with ten thousand years of potency."

A Black Jade Box, levitated by an invisible force, flew onto the trading platform. Inside the Jade Box lay a purple-black fruit. Resentful spirits, visible to the naked eye, strove to break free from their confines, constantly forming twisted and ferocious faces on its skin. As the resentful spirits gathered in increasing numbers, the temperature in the trading hall plummeted, and a bone-chilling cold permeated the air.

The burly man examined the purple-black fruit carefully and nodded in satisfaction. "Agreed!" He then looked expectantly at the gray-robed elder, awaiting his reply.

The gray-robed elder asked, "A loan? May I inquire about the price?"

A flicker of hesitation crossed the elder’s eyes but was quickly replaced by determination. He was a Bizarre Immortal on the Proxy Practitioner path; a True Immortal of the same origin represented a chance to become a wielder of Law—an opportunity he absolutely could not miss. Nothing in this world came free, especially on the Bizarre Path, which was always profit-driven. The price would undoubtedly be steep.

The lender stated, "You simply need to sign a contract with your demonic soul."

A parchment covered in strange symbols flew out. No one present could understand their meaning.

To become a Bizarre Immortal was to become an undying, indestructible being. Any price was bearable. The gray-robed elder did not hesitate. Black soul-light emanated from his fingertip as he pressed it onto the parchment.

"Do not resist!"

The peculiar patterns on the parchment seemed to come alive, eagerly burrowing into the elder’s body. He began to tremble violently, like chaff in a sieve. The parchment, merely a medium, lost its supporting power and crumbled into ash, consumed by flames. Under the black hood of the Master of the Bizarre Hall, it was as if a giant maw had opened, swallowing something. A current of inexplicable Bizarre Power flowed continuously into him. His aura surged, growing at an astounding rate.

The Master of the Bizarre Hall announced, "The transaction is complete!"

The Black Jade Box landed in the burly man’s hands; he had obtained his desired item. The gray-robed elder, his body now normal, hastily stored the chosen True Immortal into his Na Xian Bag. The Lord of the Bizarre Hall had gained benefits. It seemed to be a win-win-win situation. After signing the contract, the gray-robed elder seemed to exude a faint aura, sharing an origin with the power behind the contract.

Jia Ren sensed a familiar aura. What was that? He pondered for a moment, his gaze turning towards the back of the hall. Dozens of Bizarre Immortals were concealed in the hall’s shadows. Among them was a pale-faced man adorned with snake-shaped earrings. He had no discernible presence, appearing to be a mere onlooker. They weren’t participating in the trading, seemingly just spectators. These individuals were unlike normal Bizarre Immortals; they had become someone else’s puppets.

The first transaction concluded. The second Bizarre Demon Lord then spoke up, "I seek life-extending Bizarre Path wonders. I will accept True Immortals, True Demons, or Strange Origin Crystals in exchange."

This Bizarre Demon Lord had white hair and appeared ancient, giving the impression of a dwindling lifespan. How could such a high-level powerhouse be lacking lifespan? On the Bizarre Path, much like the Immortal Path, one could not achieve true immortality and live as long as the heavens and earth unless they reached the Daluo Golden Immortal level. A Demon Monarch’s lifespan was measured in tens of millions of years. At such a realm, they faced no calamities. Logically, they shouldn’t be short on lifespan. Could it be that he cultivated some lifespan-related Divine Skill of the Bizarre Path?!

Silence fell. No one could produce the requested Bizarre Path wonders. The trade ended in failure.

The turns for the Bizarre Demon Lords continued. Soon, it was the long-haired man from the Deceiving Scripture Hall. He spoke softly, "I, Lu, wish to acquire Cultivation Techniques. Whether it’s an Immortal, Demon, Bizarre, or Fiend Path technique... as long as you can provide one that I, Lu, do not possess, and it is Immortal-rank or higher, I will purchase it at ten times its value."

The Demon Monarch of the Deceiving Scripture Hall never took his eyes off Jia Ren. The Book Bizarre Token possessed a peculiar ability: it had a sensing range of roughly ten meters. Within this range, any Cultivation Technique its holder had not mastered would emit a fragrance. The higher the quality of the Cultivation Technique, the richer the fragrance.

The fragrance emanating from Jia Ren was unlike any he had ever encountered, apart from that of the Hall Master. It was truly unique, making him intensely curious about the techniques this person possessed. This was his chance; he couldn’t miss it, no matter what. If not for the rules of this place, he would have already made his move.

No one in the hall spoke; silence descended. The Deceiving Scripture Hall collected Cultivation Techniques with an almost fanatical zeal. The techniques practiced by those present were likely already in its collection, thus holding little interest for him. His gaze remained fixed on Jia Ren, entirely undisguised. Even a fool could tell that Jia Ren possessed Cultivation Techniques that the Demon Monarch surnamed Lu lacked.

Facing the stares of numerous Bizarre Immortals, Jia Ren’s expression soured. He disliked being exposed to so many watchful eyes.

Jia Ren spoke, "I have a Cultivation Technique. I wonder if the Demon Monarch would find it satisfactory?"

A Jade Slip materialized in Jia Ren’s palm. This is a Golden Immortal Technique from the Chaotic Immortal Realm, called the Xuan Yin Suppressing Prison Canon. This place is extremely far from the Chaotic Immortal Realm, which is difficult to enter and exit. It’s highly unlikely this technique is in his collection.

The Demon Monarch surnamed Lu looked up, sensing a decent fragrance from the Jade Slip. This technique is indeed not in my collection. However, compared to the fragrance emanating from Jia Ren himself, this is nothing.

"What would you like in exchange?"

"Cultivation Techniques!"

The Demon Monarch surnamed Lu looked at Jia Ren, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "An uninformed observer might think that you and I, Lu, are kindred spirits. Do you have any other Cultivation Technique Jade Slips to exchange?"

He casually tossed out ten Jade Slips, placing them on the trading table. Jia Ren shook his head. He formed a barrier of darkness in his palm before beginning to inspect the ten Jade Slips. It’s unclear if this was unintentional or if he has some means of judgment, but these ten Jade Slips, all recording Golden Immortal Techniques, are indeed ones I don’t possess.

Mr. Lu said, "We are fellow Daoists; we should engage in more exchanges."

The text within the ten Jade Slips seemed to come alive, flowing towards Jia Ren. Jia Ren, however, was prepared. The membrane of darkness blocked all the animated text, preventing any contamination. The text transformed into ink-black swords, attempting to slash through the dark barrier and pierce Jia Ren’s mind.

"Combat is forbidden here!" The Hall Master snorted coldly. The incoming ink-black swords shattered and vanished completely. "Fellow Daoist Lu, consider this a warning! If you dare to make a move within this hall again, do not blame me for being discourteous."

The Demon Monarch surnamed Lu took a deep breath and remained silent. He then retrieved ten new Jade Slips and placed them before Jia Ren. These ten Jade Slips were similar to the previous ones, but this time, they held no hidden, sinister aura.

The Hall Master had asserted his authority over the Demon Monarch surnamed Lu to maintain the fairness and integrity of the trading hall. The more Bizarre Immortals who traded and signed Bizarre Path contracts, the stronger the power the Hall Master gained. Any interference disrupted the rules and would inevitably invite his thunderous wrath.

After this small interlude, the remaining Bizarre Demon Lords became noticeably more subdued. The trading continued. The Bizarre Immortals sought all sorts of peculiar items, their needs often varying wildly and being largely incomprehensible to ordinary people. Few such trades were successful; most participants gained nothing.

As the trading drew to a close, the Demon Monarch surnamed Lu’s gaze occasionally swept towards Jia Ren. Anyone who wasn’t a fool could tell this man harbored ill intentions. Within the hall, Jia Ren was protected. But once he left the trading meet, how could a mere True Demon possibly be a match for a Bizarre Demon Lord?

Jia Ren’s face was pale, and he appeared anxious and concerned. However, his actual thoughts diverged significantly from what the Bizarre Immortals might anticipate. He was currently pondering how to eliminate his pursuer quickly and discreetly.

Just then, the Hall Master, seemingly having received some information, raised a hand and pressed down. The voices in the hall immediately died down, as if silenced by an invisible force. Everyone looked up at the Hall Master, puzzled.

"The Black Prison Demon God is about to attack the Abyssal Demon Realm and is summoning us to participate. Any True Demons captured and all other spoils will belong to you, my fellow Daoists."

The Black Prison Demon God is going to attack the Abyssal Demon Realm? The Bizarre Path Demon Immortals seemed to realize something, and expressions of joy spread across their faces. With the Demonic Path powerhouses in the Abyssal Demon Realm preoccupied, they could act without pressure. Every True Demon would be a valuable prize! The chaos, fear, death, and other negative energies of the battlefield were also Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures for many Bizarre Path Demon Immortals. War would bring endless riches—an opportunity for many Bizarre Immortals to change their destinies!