Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 284

The next day.

Becoming a candidate for the Twelfth Elder did not create any major waves in Wang Yu’s daily life. The entire Cold Blood Peak remained as silent as usual, and hardly anyone could be seen from top to bottom.

Only the palace halls each had one or two Core Formation cultivators stationed there.

A rough glance showed that at least thirty to forty powerful Core Formation experts resided here. Early in the morning, Wang Yu left home and went to the main hall that managed the caves within the peak to delegate his construction task.

The elder in charge there was quite easy to talk to, so Wang Yu did not think much of it.

For now he could not directly go into closed-door cultivation. The most urgent matter was still dealing with the aftermath of killing Luo Chen.

Yesterday had been the first day of his return to the sect, so the news had not yet spread widely.

Even though he had the Thunder Lord Command Token to protect his life, he could not afford to ignore Black Heaven Talisman Lord. The other party would eventually investigate the reason behind the appearance of the Thunder Lord Command Token.

As for what sort of person Lord Lei Hou was, Wang Yu did not know clearly.

However, when dealing with a demonic Nascent Soul cultivator, he had to think in the worst possible direction.Before the incident with driving away the Evil Sword Peak elders fermented, he needed to act quickly and pay a personal visit to apologize.

Face.

Based on his cultivation experience so far, this was something all the old ancestors and high-level cultivators valued greatly.

If he went early, there would still be room to negotiate. But if he waited until the entire sect was buzzing with the news and then visited, the difference in treatment would be like heaven and earth. Being directly crushed to death would not even be something he could complain about.

Luo Chen’s death was not the problem. Wang Yu had to give Black Heaven Talisman Lord the proper respect. Whether the matter had a reason or not, he still needed to offer an explanation to the true authority in question.

The Thunder Lord Command Token had forcefully suppressed the situation, but if he added the personal connection of Zhuo Shouqing at this moment, the following developments might turn out completely different.

In urgent times, one must adapt.

At the end of the Yin hour (around 3 to 5 a.m), Wang Yu rushed out.

He headed straight to the Azure Concubine Pavilion. At this hour, aside from those pleasure houses that stayed busy all night, the streets were extremely quiet.

The restriction that had previously blocked him from flying was now meaningless to him.

"Madam, the Curved Waters Flowing Sorrow private room."

The glamorous female cultivator, who was still tallying yesterday's earnings in the main hall, looked at him with utter bewilderment.

"Fellow Daoist, all the private rooms are occupied by guests..."

"Shh, hand over the restriction jade key for the room."

Wang Yu casually revealed the Coldblood Ring. The lady stiffened, then smiled awkwardly, taking out a key and handing it to him while speaking carefully.

"Guest, please be gentle."

"Rest assured, the person inside is a friend of mine."

He did not need to think about it. Zhuo Shouqing came here to have fun almost every night. Coming to catch him at this time would never fail.

Creak.

On the large bed covered with thick silk blankets, the quilt was being used as a mattress. Five or six naked figures lay upon it, covered only in thin gauze.

In the hazy light, spring scenery faintly appeared.

Wang Yu raised a brow. His right hand swept across a few peach-like hips, then pulled the drowsy Zhuo Shouqing out from the middle. He exhaled a breath of cold air directly at him.

"Ahhh cold cold cold..."

"What is wrong with you. Disgusting."

Seeing the dazed eyes instantly clear up, Wang Yu laughed. "Your alertness is this bad. Aren’t you afraid your little brother will slit your throat someday."

Zhuo Shouqing’s gums trembled. His clothes flew over from the distance. "You... you broke through to Core Formation?"

His movements halted for a moment. Then he stiffly continued dressing. "No wonder you came straight in. Mother Yan did not dare to stop you. Are you here to ask about that ancient burial pit?"

"No."

Wang Yu spread his hands and narrowed his eyes.

"You actually did not pay attention to my news. Luo Chen is dead. I killed him. Now I need you to take me to see your Black Heaven uncle-in-law and help me choose an apology gift."

"Ah?"

Zhuo Shouqing’s movements stiffened even more. His features scrunched together like he was wearing a mask of suffering.

"You attacked him. Why did you not tell me beforehand?"

"That idiot brought it on himself. It was supposed to be just a lesson. I did not plan to kill him. But he was the one who first showed killing intent."

After listening.

Zhuo Shouqing’s face turned even darker, like a face-changing performer.

"You barged in to fight. He will definitely think you came for revenge."

"It was revenge."

"The most direct form of revenge is paying with your life."

"You have a point."

Seeing Wang Yu’s thoughtful expression, as if he had learned something, Zhuo Shouqing felt utterly exhausted and no longer cared to argue.

"Tell me what happened. Really now. You reached Core Formation and I still have to clean up after you."

"Those who are capable work harder, second brother."

"Heh."

Zhuo Shouqing looked disdainful on the surface, but this attitude already meant he was willing to help. Otherwise he would not speak more than a few words.

Wang Yu then recounted the incident. He even took out the Thunder Lord Command Token for Zhuo Shouqing to inspect, which made the latter click his tongue in amazement.

"Your luck is really good. The Mysterious Origin Demonic Embryo. Your potential limit reached heavenly-spirit roots?"

"Yes."

"Truly good fortune."

Zhuo Shouqing grew even more envious, but the danger of cultivating the Mysterious Origin Curse of the Demonic Embryo far exceeded the Blood Spring Evil Method. He did not believe he himself had the ability to practice such a life-threatening secret art.

Perhaps only people like Wang Yu and Fu Xiao, who began with Wasted Spiritual Roots, had the determination to cultivate a deadly method like this and gamble on a single chance.

When he regained his senses, the two of them had already left the Azure Concubine Building and were flying directly toward Evil Sword Peak. They spoke along the way.

“Is Luo Chen’s Heaven and Earth Ring still intact? Nothing inside has been touched, right?”

“I checked it. I only took one Black Heaven Talisman.”

“Put it back.”

“Understood.”

Wang Yu did not hesitate. Zhuo Shouqing took the ring away again and then produced a sound-transmission jade talisman. After a short time, someone flew over to meet them midway. He explained.

“This is Senior Huang Jiu, my third brother’s mother’s older brother. He is trustworthy.”

“Wang Yu greets Senior.”

Huang Jiu was a thin-faced middle-aged man. Half of his face was deathly pale as if coated with plaster, and that eyeball of his was pure black with only a small white point.

His aura was ghastly like an evil spirit. His cultivation level was hard to discern.

Hearing the greeting, Huang Jiu only nodded lightly. Zhuo Shouqing moved closer to him with a playful smile.

“Uncle Huang, if an accident happens on Evil Sword Peak this time, we will be counting on you to help me and Fourth Brother escape.”

“I know. You little brat really likes ordering your elders around. Every time it is a life-risking task.”

“Hehe. Next time, I will bring you a few more jars of good wine.”

“Fine. Leave it to me.”

After a few words, Zhuo Shouqing secretly sent him a voice transmission.

“Uncle Huang is at the False Nascent Soul stage. Not as good as Nascent Soul, but if something goes wrong, with his Five Ghost Transport divine ability, Black Heaven Lord cannot stop us.”

“False Nascent Soul?”

“Yes.”

Zhuo Shouqing explained to Wang Yu.

“The step of breaking the core and condensing the infant allows for advancement but no retreat. Some people fail during the core-shattering step, so they obtain a second chance to charge toward Nascent Soul.

“And some people, when forming their infant, make a mistake—failing to achieve a Heavenly Infant or even a proper Dharma Infant, instead condensing a Dead Infant... This is what is known as the False Nascent Realm.

“A False Nascent Soul expert is the lowest tier among Nascent Soul cultivators. Although stronger by many times compared to their peak Core Formation level, they are ultimately inferior to a true Nascent Soul, and they can never progress again in this lifetime.

“The cultivation world does not recognize such individuals as real Nascent Soul cultivators.”

So that was how it was.

“If there is a false infant, then is there also a false core?”

“There is no concept of true or false for Core Formation. That is called an external core. It can be created using artifact techniques, pill techniques, or special secret methods. It forcibly elevates one’s realm.

“Some death warriors use this method to improve. As long as the materials are sufficient, all of them are rapidly cultivated, but their strength is about the same as rogue cultivators.”

Hearing this, Wang Yu finally understood why that fellow Jin Lin had so many peak Core Formation death warriors under him. They were mass-produced using external core methods.

As for Zhuo Shouqing and the other second-generation heirs, they had actually never considered using external core methods to gain the lifespan of Core Formation cultivators.

Zhuo Shouqing, who still had hope of changing his fate, could be understood. As for why Zuo Qiuming and Yu Xing did not do the same, that was unknown.

Seeing they were about to reach Evil Sword Peak, Wang Yu asked his final question.

“Black Heaven Lord is your uncle by marriage, right? Why are you still worried he will kill you? I called you because…”

Before he could finish, Zhuo Shouqing already knew what he meant.

“What else can it be? Zhuo Shouyun is more outstanding than I am. Under the Great Grandfather Ancestor Lie’s decree, no Nascent Soul from the Zhuo clan line is allowed to intervene.

“Luo Chen may not say anything, but I know very well what he thinks deep down.

“In any case, now that I am here, I am confident I can resolve the matter. Have you shown them the Thunder Lord Token?”

“The elders on Evil Sword Peak saw it yesterday.”

“Good. Then things might turn out easier.”

Evil Sword Peak had arrived.

This mountain looked identical to the other eight peaks, except that many sword artifacts emitting black smoke were embedded in the stone, covering the entire peak in a thin mist filled with sinister energy.

As they drew closer, they could even hear the buzzing of sword cries.

“Let us go.”

At the foot of the mountain, Senior Huang Jiu’s body gradually turned transparent. He transformed into a ghostly face imprint that pressed itself into Zhuo Shouqing’s left palm.

“He will probably sense my presence. You two must also be cautious.”

“Understood.”

“Thank you for the warning, Senior.”

On the surface, only Wang Yu and Zhuo Shouqing remained as they climbed the steps. Every time they ascended a certain distance, pairs of eyes hidden within the mist on both sides of the staircase lit up.

They silently watched the two of them.

These were all Core Formation cultivators who had the qualification to establish cave mansions on the main peak. They did not reveal themselves to block the path.

Before long.

At the summit’s main hall, which was the Dao field of the Evil Sword Peak Master. Black Heaven Lord shared the main peak spirit vein with him. The Nine Evil Sword Lords and others opened their Dao fields farther outside.

When the two reached the outside of the summit Dao field, Wang Yu stepped forward and spoke loudly.

“Candidate elder of Cold Blood Peak, Wang Yu, pays respects to Black Heaven Lord.”

The Dao field remained silent, offering no response.

But the oppressive pressure in the air quietly lessened.

“Let us go. We enter directly.”

When the two stepped into the summit hall, a figure with loose hair, clad in a black robe and surrounded by swirling black runes, sat cross-legged on the high platform with his back toward them.

Zhuo Shouqing stepped forward and bowed.

“Shouqing greets Uncle. This time we came because…”

“Silence. Let him speak for himself.”

Wang Yu looked at Zhuo Shouqing.

Just as he was about to speak, he felt an invisible force locking him in place. He could not even move his foot, let alone speak.

Zhuo Shouqing’s expression shifted slightly, his palm trembling involuntarily, but he still held himself together.