Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 147

“Greetings, Senior Brother.”

“Mm.”

With a wave of his hand, he motioned for the gatekeeping disciple to retreat.

Wang Yu wore the attire of an inner sect disciple. His Purple Blood disciple token was properly fastened at his waist, displaying his orthodox identity.

Since he had returned, he first needed to go to Cold Blood Peak and hand over the report of the slave capturing mission. Although it was only him alone, the mission still needed to be submitted.

Unfortunately, he could not receive a generous reward.

What? The people are already in my storage pouch. That is the reward!

One fish cannot be eaten twice. There may be a chance to maneuver again next time.

Just as he was about to head for Cold Blood Peak, Wang Yu suddenly slapped his forehead. Having been outside so long, he almost forgot the internal scheming within the sect.

Throwing on a black robe, Wang Yu first entered the territory of the Five Yin Market, and with a communication talisman, contacted Situ Hong to gather intelligence.Before long.

Still at the ninth level of Qi Refining, Junior Brother Situ arrived. His aura, however, had grown even more vigorous. Before he appeared, his voice was already heard.

“I say, Brother Wang, you disappeared for over five years again. This junior thought you were dead. Just what exactly…”

“Creak—”

As the door of the tavern was pushed open, all sounds came to an abrupt halt. Since he had come to gather information, Wang Yu naturally had to put his cultivation progress on the table.

This way, the other party would surely give his utmost.

“You…”

Situ Hong’s throat went dry as he looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar man before him. Silver hair tied with a black crown, a single jade hairpin holding everything in place, two strands of hair falling over his temples, accentuating his handsome face all the more.

Quickly regaining his composure, Situ Hong even found the mind to joke. “Long time no see, Senior Brother. Even I, a pale-faced man, am feeling stirred.”

“Oh? Situ Junior Brother, are you not afraid that such feelings might lead to misfortune.”

“Hehe, this face of mine is the only thing of value. If Senior Brother fancies it, he can peel it off. Nothing more than a trifle.”

Seeing Wang Yu jest with him, Situ Hong relaxed a little. Yet his mind raced wildly. He truly had not expected that the Wang Yu who had been only at the eighth level of Qi Refining last time they met, now had reached Foundation Establishment.

Moreover, his aura was stable, his cultivation deep, and most importantly, he was brimming with vitality. This meant his lifespan had been greatly replenished.

This represented a thick, sturdy thigh to cling to. If not now, then when? Perhaps in another hundred years, he might even find hope of escaping the oppression of the Peach Blossom Ghost Mother.

“Sit. Have there been any major events in the sect these years?”

Sitting across from Wang Yu, Situ Hong immediately understood the intent of his visit. Seeing the inner sect disciple attire, it was clear Wang Yu had yet to report back to the sect registry.

Having guessed the intelligence Wang Yu wanted, Situ Hong pondered a moment before speaking.

“Many things have happened, but nothing of great magnitude. But if speaking of Cold Blood Peak, there indeed have been some significant events.

“First. A few days ago, Yan Ling, the true disciple with Heavenly Spiritual Roots, broke through to the ninth level of Foundation Establishment. She formally announced her candidacy for the Nascent Soul Seed quota. These past days, she has been challenging the other seven Cold Blood true disciples. Two days and four battles, all crushed victories.

“Second. Su Yulong and Wei Zhong, the expelled true disciples of this generation from Cold Blood Peak, have come out of confinement from Sacred Demon Cliff. Su Yulong has gone to Elephant Mountain’s Duan Clan for continued seclusion. Wei Zhong… he entered the Blood Abyss.”

Wang Yu’s eyes narrowed upon hearing this.

Su Yulong said it was just a change of place for confinement, but in truth, he was released after serving his sentence. With his network still intact, once the storm had passed, he naturally came out again. Those who understood would understand.

As for Wei Zhong entering the Blood Abyss, it looked bold and aggressive, but in reality it was helplessness, a desperate fight with no retreat.

The Wei Clan of Waterfall Mountain was a flourishing Foundation Establishment family. Within the clan, there were more than twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators. By rights, with Wei Zhong as a Core Formation cultivator, the family could already have risen to become a Core Formation Clan.

Unfortunately, they were forcibly framed by Su Yulong, resulting in the massacre of the entire clan. With no backing behind them, what could he do?

The Blood Abyss was a cultivation sacred ground of the Blood Reversal Sect. Inner sect disciples who reached Foundation Establishment could spend one hundred thousand contribution points to obtain entry.

The sect forbade revealing specific intelligence, but based on past experience, a thousand years ago, when the then contemporary leader of the Blood Sect, now the ruler of the Blood Demon Sect, was at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, he once entered the Blood Abyss for a hundred years.

When he came out, he had already reached the peak of Core Formation. All his magic treasures, divine abilities, and secret curses came from the Blood Abyss. He was noticed by the Blood Demon Hall lineage and received the inheritance of the Ancient Blood Demon Scripture.

Within just fifty years, he broke through to Nascent Soul. This shows how beneficial the Blood Abyss is for cultivation. It seems to contain every type of opportunity imaginable.

Entering the Blood Abyss was Wei Zhong’s only chance to turn the tables.

If Wang Yu remembered correctly, Zhao Shang, who once shared mutual leverage with him, also used a third-rank Void Escape Talisman to forcefully escape into the Blood Abyss back then, even though he was only at the Qi Refining stage when he entered.

So many years had passed with no news at all. The chance of him being dead was extremely high. Yet Wang Yu felt that Zhao Shang was not a reckless man. His mind was meticulous, no weaker than his own.

He must have known some hidden secret and had confidence in surviving, perhaps even obtaining great benefits. That must have been why he chose such a path.

The two pieces of information that Situ Hong provided were both useful to him.

Through Tantai Chan’s connection, he was now a staunch supporter of Yan Ling, the True Disciple. Because of this, the failed Spirit Slave mission would not bring him any blame.

Now, on Cold Blood Peak, Yan Ling had stepped into the spotlight, openly contending with other true disciples and holding a tremendous advantage.

This meant Wang Yu no longer had to worry about being purged. In addition, Su Yulong had also returned to the Duan Clan of Elephant Mountain, leaving his future without worries.

“Very good. Is there any other news worth mentioning?”

Situ Hong thought for a moment.

“Liu Jinxian has reached Foundation Establishment. Does that count?”

Judging by the timing, back during the Blackbone Mountain period, Liu Jinxian was already at the ninth layer of Qi Refining. Indeed, it was about time for her to break through to Foundation Establishment.

However, Wang Yu had no intention of continuing to deal with that madwoman. He planned to stay in the sect for a while, gather all the standard necessities of the Foundation Establishment stage, and then leave the sect to establish his own cultivation residence.

If possible, he even wanted to acquire a third-rank Corpse Arm.

“What about Gu Zhengshun? How has he been lately? Is he still in the sect?”

“He is, but his situation is not good. It is said he was beaten up by the True Disciple above him after being caught selling a large number of Xuan Essence Flowers. Since then, he has been in bad condition.”

“Uh…”

Wang Yu’s expression turned strange. He remembered selling a huge batch of Xuan Essence Flowers to Gu Zhengshun for disposal. He had not expected such consequences.

Having asked enough, it was about time to head to Cold Blood Peak to report. After a moment of thought, Wang Yu tossed out a jade bottle.

“Inside is what I obtained from my recent opportunity. After use, there are still three Netherheart Pills remaining. Consider them your payment for this intelligence. Farewell.”

Saying this, he directly flew out through the window.

Foundation Establishment cultivators were qualified to fly in the Blood Reversal Ten Markets, no longer needing to struggle on the ground. Naturally, he also enjoyed this privilege.

Situ Hong stared blankly at Wang Yu’s departing figure. Inside the jade bottle was actually supreme-grade Netherheart Pills, and not just any pills but those that aided cultivation.

“No wonder his cultivation improved so quickly. He must have obtained this kind of opportunity. And these are supreme-grade pills, unaffected by the quality of one’s spiritual roots. Such a great kindness cannot be repaid in words. This Hong will always remember it.”

With the aid of these pills, he too had confidence that in three years he would step into Foundation Establishment, where heaven and earth would be completely different.

Meanwhile, flying was naturally much faster than running.

In just half an hour, Cold Blood Peak was already in sight.