Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 295

He answered with hesitation.

"It should not be. When I purchased the Nine-Curved Spirit Ginseng, I concealed my voice."

"But you bid publicly before. The box location cannot change, and that day you made a name for yourself in front of the auction hall. You cannot take such a risk."

"Fine."

Wen Hua stopped arguing. He understood clearly that the situation was dangerous and that they could not delay any longer. After determining the direction, the three of them began circling eastward.

At this moment, he truly felt a bit of regret.

But the Nine-Curved Spirit Ginseng was something he had to obtain. He had started collecting materials for the Condensing Infant Pill long ago. His father had also helped him gather them from everywhere. After piecing them together, only the main medicinal ingredient was missing.

Furthermore.

He knew his father's friend [Blood Pill Elder].

This Nascent Soul cultivator who specialized in the Human Pill Dao was a high-ranking member of the Refining Heaven Demonic Sect. He owed his father a favor from years ago. If entrusted with the task, he would surely be willing to refine the Condensing Infant Pill.All Wen Hua needed was this single ginseng. Then he would have a chance to touch the Nascent Soul realm. How could he hold back from raising the bid? Even if he suffered a loss, he still had to purchase it.

The Nine-Curved Spirit Ginseng was nothing special to others, incomplete or lacking.

But to him, it was the final puzzle piece after years of effort. He truly had no way to give it up.

And so the current situation arose.

"For an opportunity like this, even taking risks is worth it."

...

To the east of them was Golden Sword City.

The city lord here was an elder of Cold Blood Peak of the Exalted Sect. After receiving a message from Wang Yu, this candidate elder, he agreed after only brief consideration.

First, three hundred thousand spirit stones was not a small amount. Second, he wished to curry favor with this candidate elder. After all, most city lords appointed by the Exalted Sect only held management authority for one hundred years.

After that century ended.

They would either be transferred to another city or return to the Blood Reversal Sect's mountain gate. For a cultivator like him who lacked real skill, especially in earning resources, it was no different from severing his path of cultivation.

Relying on his background to obtain a hundred-year term governing Golden Sword City was already the limit. The Qiao Clan would not spend their resources solely on him.

Therefore, he agreed to Wang Yu's request very decisively.

After receiving the message, he set aside his affairs and rode a flying ice sword into the sky. The cultivation method he trained in was called the Glacier Sword Canon.

His life-bound artifact was the Cold Blood Sword.

It was a popular inheritance among the four families of Cold Blood Peak, namely the Xue, Chu, Qiao, and Ji families, because the Heavenly Frost Demon Lord had condensed his Nascent Soul using this very method and had once displayed immense power.

It was the aspiration of all four families' juniors.

"A young man at mid Core Formation, and two elders at late Core Formation. This candidate elder truly knows how to choose his prey."

Muttering to himself, his figure streaked across the sky.

Wang Yu's information was simple, yet sufficient for the Qiao family sword cultivator to form an accurate judgment. Besides, his task was not interception but tracking.

If he found the targets, he would pass the information along. After reinforcements gathered, they would surround the three together. Concealment tools and disguises had certainly been prepared.

It might be considered covering one's ears while stealing a bell.

But it did not matter. As long as they left the bodies on this land, who would know they were responsible?

In the past, Wang Yu felt it was not appropriate to rob others proactively.

But now his actions were decisive. People change. On this land, if you do not rob others, others will rob you.

There is no such thing as everyone prospering together and ascending to enjoy immortality. Whether in Taihu or the Crimson Kite Demonic Domain, the path is brutally cruel.

If you lose, your clan dies and your lineage ends forever.

...

...

Two hours later.

"Who?"

Wen Hua and his two companions were escaping at top speed when he suddenly stopped. The headband around his brows opened, revealing a black and white eye.

This was not a divine ability but a special eye-type artifact.

"Young master, what is it?"

"Is someone there?"

The two elder cultivators guarded his sides. Their eyes were full of vigilance. Wen Hua frowned, looking toward a dense cloud mass far behind them, and spoke quickly.

"Two elders, that location... use a large-area technique."

"Understood."

The two looked at each other and inhaled deeply.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

A fierce black wind suddenly swept across heaven and earth. Every strand of wind carried yin-attribute spiritual power, tearing through the sky and stripping away all concealment.

At the same time, a sword cry rang out.

Cold sword qi erupted, blocking all yin wind within a small region. The Qiao family sword cultivator's expression darkened. He never expected to be discovered after tracking for such a short time.

If he alone had to fight three Core Formation cultivators, and two were already in the late stage, it would be a poor situation. He would certainly be no match.

"Who are you?"

Wen Hua asked to himself, then continued.

“Forget it. We cannot waste time now. Elders, kill him with full force.”

“Yes.”

“Leave it to us.”

The earlier strike had only been a probe. Neither of them had used their full strength. Knowing the urgency, they now unleashed everything they had.

The two of them simultaneously summoned their life-bound magic treasures. They were two pitch-black clay jars, each seeming to contain endless black water. When infused with their mana they were thrown into the air.

These two high-grade magic treasures expanded into black jars hundreds of meters tall. Torrential black water surged out with a cold corrosive aura, rushing toward the sword cultivator surnamed Qiao.

Naturally he could not sit and wait for death. He shouted sharply.

His life-bound magic treasure Cold Blood Sword received the blessing of his mana. It released an even more frigid chill. As it expanded in size, the encroaching black water began to freeze.

But only for an instant. The ice shattered immediately.

The sword cultivator surnamed Qiao used every ounce of his strength, yet he could not stop the black water from the jars from drowning him.

A humming sound rang out.

Just as the battle was about to end, an illusory glacier suddenly appeared in the sky. It was the sword cultivator’s life-bound divine ability.

Glacial Darkstream Sword.

The Glacier Sword Canon came with a set of sword arts for combat. They could be used at close or long range and carried the profound nature of a flowing glacier. A glacier seemed to be composed of unmoving ice, appearing still and immobile like a mountain. One could hardly see it shifting.

In truth its underside was surging with hidden currents. Extreme stillness contained extreme movement. This was the profundity of the technique. This life-bound divine ability contained the core mysteries of the Glacier Sword Canon.

Once unleashed, it froze all the black water released by the two jars.

A crisp boom resounded.

The river of black ice shattered. It became a river of countless flying ice shards. Covered in blood, the sword cultivator roared and swung his longsword. He spun and struck downward in a leaping chop.

The river of black ice turned and charged toward the two elders. They were shocked by his strength. In Yin Yang Sect, few cultivators possessed such ability.

One elder controlled a jar and used its mouth to swallow all the shards of ice. The other rushed forward using a movement technique, and the second black jar suddenly covered the sword cultivator like a lid.

The sound of roaring water inside was so loud that even from several kilometers away one could hear it.

The sword cultivator’s situation became dire.

Although he could strike back, he could not overcome the great gulf between realms. Dragging down one opponent was possible. Facing two at the same time was simply too difficult.

The battle was nearing its end.

Yet behind them Wen Hua’s frown only deepened.

“A Core Formation cultivator from Blood Reversal Sect’s Cold Blood Peak. Why would he follow me? Could it really be because of the Nine-Curve Spirit Ginseng I obtained at the auction?”

The more he thought, the more something felt wrong. The enemy reacted too fast. Unless they also used a minor teleportation formation and teleported nearby.

Only that could allow them to catch up so quickly. But the possibility was far too low.

“No. Something is wrong.

“Instead of believing in the coincidence of a teleportation formation, it is more likely someone nearby… the Exalted Sect City Lord.”

Wen Hua was arrogant, but not completely stupid. Since he was not fighting, he had time to think about all the issues encountered along the way.

After thinking it through, only this possibility remained. Someone had ordered the Exalted Sect City Lord to capture him.

This battle had already wasted too much time. If the enemy had sent a message earlier…

At this thought Wen Hua’s heart turned cold.

Alarmed he said, “Elders, something is wrong. I will leave first. Once you finish him, follow quickly. We will regroup at Yin Yang Sect.”

“You are not completely stupid.”

Wen Hua had just turned to flee and had not gone even two kilometers when Wang Yu’s voice suddenly echoed beside his ear. At the same time a pair of eyes full of terrifying killing intent looked toward him.

His entire body stiffened. Tears, mucus, and saliva all poured out like a flood bursting through a dam. It was like a waterfall dropping three thousand meters.

A massive half-bodied Asura blood shadow pulled its arm back.

Then a thunderous punch landed.

Now that Wang Yu had mana, this perfected divine ability had transformed completely. He had tested its power once before on Luo Chen. Now his cultivation had reached the peak of Foundation Establishment third layer.

The power was far greater than before.

The killing intent materialized and the mana condensed into a killing fist. It smashed heavily into Wen Hua. His consciousness was completely overwhelmed by the mental image of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

He could not even spare attention to defend his body.

At that moment a circular shield of black and white light enveloped him. It blocked the blow that would have destroyed his body.

A certain will awakened from the shattered protective spirit item. A pair of strange black and white eyes stared at Wang Yu.

“Junior, this is my son. Spare his life. All the spiritual items on him will belong to you. As for grudges, I will not pursue them.”

Wang Yu let out a cold laugh.

He would have to be a fool to believe that. Wen Hua’s father was clearly the Yin Yang Sect Master, a Nascent Soul early stage cultivator. Anyone who reached that realm was a life winner who avenged every slight.

How could he swallow such humiliation? Moreover, Wen Hua carried the Nine-Curve Spirit Ginseng. That was a Nascent Soul opportunity. Who would not want it back?

This was only a divine sense imprint stored in a jade token, not the true consciousness of a Nascent Soul elder. Even if he destroyed it, the other party might not know what Wang Yu looked like.

Wang Yu touched the Earth-Net Ghost Mask on his face.

He growled, “Trying to fool me?”

His fists collided. The Lesser Asura Killing Fist struck again. The Nascent Soul cultivator’s divine sense imprint was enraged and shot out a beam of yin yang light.

Wang Yu moved like an aurora, swiftly dodging the beam. A ray of divine light shot from the center of his brows. It was pitch black and filled with ferocious malice.

It rushed straight ahead.

This was Soul-Extinguishing Death Light.

It was his strongest attack against divine sense. After leaving the Demonic Bone Forest all those years ago he had entered secluded cultivation for six years and mastered it. It was perfectly suited for dealing with Nascent Soul divine sense imprints.

A tearing sound echoed.