Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 152

Morning.

The Three Young Master, rarely seen waking up early, spotted Wang Yu stretching in the courtyard and praised him with a click of his tongue.

“Fourth Brother, your perseverance is truly uncommon. To overcome the laziness of human nature, your willpower is as firm as iron. You are the model of our generation.”

“…”

Wang Yu had no choice but to stop his movements. He was speechless.

This kind of praise was too awkward.

Even with his thick skin, like a city wall, he could not endure it. So he took the initiative and said, “Did the three elder brothers come looking for your younger brother for something?”

Elder brother this, elder brother that.

He said it so naturally, without the slightest shame. In fact, the Three Young Masters were nearly three times his age, all of them youths over a hundred years old.

In the mortal world, not to mention calling them elder brother, he should be calling them ancestor.“Of course, we came with good news.”

Zuo Qiuming leapt gracefully, crossing over the corridor railing and walking up to Wang Yu.

“The condition we agreed upon yesterday, today I already have one part I can fulfill. This is the Cold Spring Pool Token of Cold Blood Peak. As the name implies, it allows you to freely enter the Cold Pool for a soak.

“It will remain valid for ten years. Fourth Brother can go anytime. What do you think, does this show our sincerity?”

Wang Yu accepted the token and probed it with his divine sense. To his surprise, even the route was already mapped out.

This was originally meant for cultivating true disciples. It was said that every top ten disciple of the Inner Sect Tournament on Cold Blood Peak, once they completed their true disciple trial, would receive a vast amount of resources.

The Cold Pool was one of them.

His Cold Blood Spirit Ascension Art had long reached completion, and his realm had already broken through to Foundation Establishment. The cultivation art’s effect of enhancing cold attribute aptitude could in fact be activated.

Before, while outside, it was inconvenient to undergo long-term cultivation and transformation. After returning, through his deal with the Spirit Reversal Three Young Masters, he learned of the Cold Pool’s effect and decided to endure.

He planned to soak in the Cold Pool and activate it at the same time. The two effects stacked together might create unexpected surprises.

“Many thanks for Brother Ming’s help. I am naturally satisfied.”

“Hahaha, as long as you are satisfied. There is one more matter.” Zuo Qiuming patted Wang Yu’s shoulder, and using his position to block the others’ view, secretly pointed toward Yu Xing and whispered.

“Old Yu lent his Heavenly Enlightenment Cushion for five years. When the time comes you must return it to him. That item is a sect asset. Regarding external assignments, such as being sent to guard a city or open a branch, you will fulfill it in five years. That way you do not have to run between both sides.”

Reasonable.

Wang Yu naturally would not haggle over such a small matter and said with a smile.

“Not only five years, even ten would be fine. I happen to need time to perfect my Foundation Establishment techniques and secret curses. Even if I was given the assignment now, I would not be able to depart immediately.”

“That is good. Though the reasoning is clear, words still need to be spoken, lest there be misunderstandings between brothers.”

“I, Wang, am not one who chases quick gains or harbors schemes. You may rest assured.”

All four of them immediately revealed friendly smiles.

…

Three more days passed. Wang Yu finally contacted Gu Zhengshun, expressing his wish to purchase the left arm of a third-rank refined corpse, preferably an Armored Corpse or Divine Corpse. The price was negotiable.

Gu Zhengshun’s reply revealed difficulty. He asked Wang Yu to give him one month to make inquiries.

After all, a third-rank refined corpse was already within the ranks of true experts. Regardless of type, the price was high and the number scarce. Without proper connections, it was difficult to obtain.

His relationship with Gu Zhengshun was rather delicate, shifting from cooperation, to enmity, back to reconciliation. After returning to the sect, they maintained a trade relationship. Many of Wang Yu’s spoils were sold through him.

This time, he contacted him not only to obtain the third-rank corpse arm, but also to dispose of the many frozen corpses and spoils stored in his storage pouch.

Although a storage pouch could contain many items, time still passed within. Corpses left too long would rot. Frozen, they could last much longer.

The most important thing was preserving the spiritual energy and spiritual nature within. Such corpses retained value for recovery and reuse.

Busy, but fulfilling.

That noon, while Wang Yu was cross-legged, cultivating and attempting to absorb the midday solar essence, the spirit beast pouch at his waist suddenly emitted a flash of spiritual light. It was the Snowjade Fox.

Its body had grown larger, now about the size of a small hound. Its entire coat was pure white, with icy blue markings at the tips of its tail, ears, and forehead. Both cute and mysterious.

“Yoo yoo.”

It leapt out on its own, called several times toward Wang Yu, and its aura began to surge madly.

“Breaking through?”

Wang Yu was slightly surprised, but he did not remain idle. Following the beast taming techniques he had previously learned, he struck a series of cold-attribute beast-taming seals into the Snowjade Fox’s body.

He assisted it in its breakthrough.

This was one of the orthodox methods of a Beast Tamer cultivator, using Beast Taming Seals and spiritual resonance to mutually aid cultivation.

It was a bond of life and death on the cultivation path. Both master and servant, yet also kin. Therefore, after a Beast Tamer cultivator’s death, the spiritual beast they left behind would often continue to assist their descendants.

Of course, that was the orthodox way. There were also sinister paths that exploited spirit beasts.

With Wang Yu’s true essence assistance, it did not take much effort before the bottleneck hindering the Snowjade Fox’s advancement was broken.

“Late first-rank, equivalent to about the seventh layer of Qi Refining. You are truly blessed by good timing.”

The Snowjade Fox tilted its head and revealed a joyful smile.

Although it could not understand Wang Yu’s words, it could feel the good intent he transmitted.

It barked happily and leapt into his arms, rubbing against him.

“What a charming and delicate spirit beast. With you accompanying me, I will not worry about loneliness. Better sooner than later, today I shall take you to see the Cold Pool.”

Having made a quick decision, Wang Yu left the Law Enforcement Hall of Evil God Market, instructing a few disciples to inform Zhuo Shouqing to take over his duties. He then returned to Cold Blood Peak.

Although it was not his first time climbing this mountain, the dense spiritual qi, the majestic scenery, and the freezing environment still made it a cultivation paradise that every ice-attribute cultivator yearned for.

According to the rules, he would only qualify to establish a cave-dwelling here after breaking through to the Core Formation stage, which was truly no easy matter.

“This way…”

After ascending Cold Blood Peak, he was guided along a route he had never taken before, leading upward toward a remote corner.

Soon, a white rock palace with eight transparent faces came into view. Though not large, at its center lay an icy-blue cold pool, shrouded in a thin layer of mist.

The surroundings were deserted, as if abandoned.

“Stop.”

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him. The man wore a water-pattern robe with narrow sleeves and a long coat of ice silk. His face was aged, and his hair was half black, half white.

His aura was clearly at the Core Formation stage, and Wang Yu quickly saluted.

“Junior greets Elder.”

“Rise. Do you have the token?”

“Yes.”

He handed over the token. The Core Formation elder chuckled.

“So it was you who gained Zuo Qiuming’s favor. Do you know the wondrous effects of this cold pool?”

“I know a little.”

The elder shook his head and turned away.

“The cold pool is good, but the favor of the Zuoqiu family is far more precious.

“If you give up now, I can negotiate terms with Zuo Qiuming for you. If you insist on entering, you will inevitably be drawn into the power struggles of Nascent Soul families. The outcome… I need not say.”

Wang Yu frowned. This sudden roadblock seemed like the guardian of the cold pool, but in truth, it was based on a complete misunderstanding.

Did he think Zuo Qiuming owed him a favor?

As for being drawn into a power struggle, Wang Yu was already prepared. Without chaos, how could cultivators from the lower ranks ever rise?

“Elder, there is no need to say more. I must enter this cold pool.”

The elder fell silent, then spoke again.

“If you give up, I can offer you three thousand mid-grade spirit stones and one second-rank high-grade spell. How about it?”

So that was his true intention.

Wang Yu instantly understood. His eyes shifted to the token clenched tightly in the elder’s grip. All his talk of acting in Wang Yu’s interest was nothing but a ploy to seize the opportunity of the cold pool’s baptism.

He dared not offend Zuo Qiuming, so he tried persuasion instead, hoping Wang Yu would yield. Such was the reality of the world.

The Cold Pool enhanced affinity with ice spiritual qi, which in turn indirectly improved spiritual root quality, though not as comprehensively as innate spiritual roots.

It was a treasure of great value.

Offering a Foundation Establishment spell and three thousand mid-grade spirit stones to exchange for it showed little sincerity. Wang Yu, though disgusted, did not wish to make an outright enemy of him.

He cupped his hands.

“Senior, you want this chance at the Cold Pool’s baptism. Surely it is for the sake of your descendants?”

Exposed, the elder snorted in disdain.

“And if it is? Just give me your answer. Have you not heard the name ‘Flying Snow True Personage’? You should know my renown.”

“Heh.”

The old man still tried to put on airs. Flying snow, flying flowers—nothing but a nameless figure. Wang Yu’s expression hardened, his words sharp.

“Elder Flying Snow, if you want it, go ask Zuo Qiuming. If you think I am easy to bully, why not simply seize it by force? At your age, still running about for your descendants.

“Do you not fear making too many enemies, leaving your bloodline cut off in your twilight years?”

“You—”

Elder Flying Snow was enraged.

Wang Yu gauged his life force. The elder was at least seven to eight hundred years old. Though late Core Formation, he was only at the seventh layer. There was no chance he would ever step into Nascent Soul. In fact, he was approaching death.

With a shove, Wang Yu brushed past him, patting the elder’s shoulder. In that instant, a wisp of pure death qi, accumulated over many years, seeped silently into Flying Snow’s body through the contact.

Already short of lifespan, his aura grew heavier with decay and decline. Yet he remained unaware, having lived in that state so long.

“Your time is nearly over. Why make enemies for your descendants?”

With that, Wang Yu walked toward the cold pool, his eyes full of icy killing intent.

Death qi was one of the most effective means against the elderly. He had never used this trump card before. Not because he lacked the skill, but because he had not met the right opponent or the right occasion.

Now he had. This would be the final straw to break his foe. Normally, he would not act so ruthlessly. But Wang Yu would never accept threats.

Behind him, Elder Flying Snow trembled, as if enraged, yet in the end he did not stop Wang Yu from entering the Cold Pool.

He lacked the courage. He dared not seize it.

Only a weary sigh escaped him. For some reason, he felt especially tired today.

So tired… he just wanted to sleep.