Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 296

The moment the death light touched him, the Yin Yang Sect Master’s divine sense phantom rapidly thinned as if magma had collided with icy water. Countless particles of divine sense evaporated into the air.

The opponent naturally could not sit and wait for death. The phantom rotated.

The Yin Yang light pillar swept forth. There was no earth-shaking explosion, only a silent return to nothingness, where all things fell into voiceless annihilation.

It was as if the Yin Yang divine radiance could dissolve everything. Anything touched by it turned into dust-like powder that the violent winds carried into the clouds.

The scene was terrifying.

Wang Yu’s Aurora Escape could only operate for a few seconds. He had barely begun to learn it and could not sustain it for long. After sliding a short distance, he saw that cursed light pillar chasing him.

He suddenly flew upward. As he skimmed over the phantom’s head, his right hand thrust forward.

A killing fist descended.

The divine sense phantom, already eroded heavily by the Soul-Extinguishing Death Light, was shattered by this final blow and scattered in furious dissolution.

It had no strength to resist.At this moment, a surge of powerful divine sense burst from Wang Yu’s brow. He sensed the remnant power of the Yin Yang Sect Master attempting to mark him and reacted immediately.

His lips curved slightly. The Heavenly Soul Sect’s advanced divine sense technique had saved him once again.

Gold Cicada Shedding Its Shell.

He wrapped himself in divine sense as an outer shell, actively accepted the mark, then shed the outermost layer of divine sense. That layer transformed into a slowly dissipating arrow of divine sense and shot toward the east.

There lay the direction of Yellow Springs Monastery.

Judging by the volume of divine sense infused within it, it could persist for three to four days. This misleading trail was perfect.

"Heh heh."

After erecting a divine sense barrier field to ensure that the divine sense from the other battlefield would not scan toward him, Wang Yu struck with an open palm.

Yellow Springs Great Hand Seal.

Pure Yellow Springs energy surged toward the unconscious Wen Hua. Under the wash of Yellow Springs foul currents, he was like flesh soaked in aqua regia, his body cleansed until nothing remained.

Only a treasure-radiant storage ring was left behind.

Wang Yu grew even more satisfied.

After ensuring that only a faint trace of Yellow Springs energy remained, he turned and flew toward the sword cultivator surnamed Qiao. The distance was short, and he arrived in mere moments.

At that time, the two reinforcements Wang Yu had summoned were already fighting intensely against two late Core Formation elders. The sword cultivator surnamed Qiao, who had previously been trapped under the black-water jar, had also escaped.

Although heavily injured, his life was not in danger for now.

As soon as Wang Yu appeared, the two elders turned upon him with vicious gazes. Their expressions were both fierce and hollow as they shouted, "What did you do to the young sect master? Where is he?"

Wang Yu sent divine sense transmissions to his three allies while speaking aloud.

"He is naturally dead. Attack."

While the enemies’ minds trembled, the Soul-Extinguishing Death Light shot toward the elder on the left. The pitch-black beam carried an intention to annihilate all things.

Such an open ambush should have been difficult to land, but exceptions existed when allies were present.

As soon as the elder recovered from his shock, he controlled the black-water jar to defend.

But the sword cultivator surnamed Qiao suddenly darted forth as a flash of sword light. The Cold Blood Sword enlarged in his hands. One upward slash sent the jar flying as he revealed a triumphant grin.

"Die, you old cur."

The second old man tried to help but was stopped by the other two reinforcements.

Thus, the elder under the black beam could only twist his body desperately, trying to avoid it with refined escape techniques. Yet the death light arrived in a blink.

He managed only to shift aside slightly, dodging one third of the beam.

The remaining two thirds struck him. Though his body looked intact, he had already lost sensation in those areas as if they no longer belonged to him.

No matter how he willed them, they did not move.

In truth, the parts of his soul connected to that two thirds of his body were already being invaded by the death light and were gradually dissolving.

If he could not dispel this power, he would eventually die as his soul collapsed. As a late Core Formation cultivator, he had some ability to resist the Soul-Extinguishing Death Light.

But he had no time.

Right after his initial strike, Wang Yu rushed in. Divine power gathered in his feet, and with a thunderous detonation he kicked the air apart. A Yin Nether Demonic Dragon formed from his blood energy roared forth.

Hundreds of meters long, it struck the elder and sent him flying toward the sword cultivator surnamed Qiao. It was as if Wang Yu were kicking a ball, giving his ally a perfect setup.

"Hahaha, delightful."

Sword qi condensed into a blade aura. With a crisp sound, it pierced through the back of the elder’s skull. A twist of the sword split the head in two. The sword cultivator executed the Essence-Extraction Hand technique.

From behind, he pulled out the elder’s golden core.

Strands of icy sword qi sealed the core immediately. In only a few exchanges, their coordinated attacks sent the elder to his grave.

Such was the strength of the Core Formation disciples of a hegemonic power.

On the other side, the second elder saw his brother die. His first reaction was not vengeance, but escape.

These people were too difficult to deal with. They were clearly the direct disciples of the Ninth Peak of the Blood Reversal Sect. He himself had barely managed to break through to Core Formation seventh layer after living long enough.

He had already exhausted his potential. He was completely different from these cultivators who could at least attempt the Nascent Soul stage. The gap in potential was one thing. The gap in combat power was even clearer.

If they were all at Core Formation seventh layer, one of them could fight four elders like him without difficulty.

Seeing that he was about to be surrounded, the elder let out a furious howl. The black-water jar spun above his head, unleashing torrents of black water. His figure merged into the water and tried to escape in all directions.

Its confusing effect was truly impressive.

Unfortunately, he had encountered Wang Yu, who once again used the divine sense silk-forming technique.

"Secret Technique: Ten Thousand Miles Manifesting Trace."

In his unique black-and-white vision, all interference was stripped away. The surging black water turned into hazy white water, within which a black silhouette was rapidly moving.

“Found you.”

This time, Wang Yu did not act personally. Instead, he transmitted the scene to the other two companions. The two immediately understood and each summoned their life-bound magic treasure.

“Ice Prison Seal: Ten Thousand Miles Frozen.”

“Yin Fiend Blade: Ninefold Fiend Severing.”

The first was a life-bound magic treasure. The second was the life-bound divine ability empowered through a magic treasure. A seal carved with an ice dragon descended from the sky, and the black water below instantly froze.

The old man swimming within it was also sealed in ice, revealing despair on his face.

At that very moment.

A black fiend blade struck upward in reverse. It cleaved the old man’s body in half with almost no effort. The blade qi, filled with intense fiendish energy, surged into the Golden Core of its own accord.

It ruined the undying characteristic completely and erased any possibility of the opponent’s soul surviving.

These two divine abilities were quite impressive.

After confirming that no one survived, the four gathered for the first time. The three immediately saluted.

“Cold Blood Peak’s Qiao Yu greets the elder candidate.”

“Cold Blood Peak’s Chu Jun greets the elder candidate.”

“Cold Blood Peak’s Yang Xiong greets the elder candidate.”

Look at that, this was the power of authority. He really had to thank Zhuo Shouqing for securing such an influential title for him.

Of these three, the first two belonged to family factions.

Yang Xiong was the one who cultivated the Yin Fiend Blade Art. He belonged to the disciple faction and had apprenticed under a late Core Formation elder. He had already completed his apprenticeship, so there was no Nascent Soul lord above him.

However, he had close ties with the disciples and grand-disciples of the Cold Blood Mountain Lord.

Wang Yu nodded in response.

“I am Wang Yu. You may address me as Elder Wang. This is not a place for conversation. Why not go to Fellow Daoist Qiao Yu’s Golden Sword City and sit for a while.”

“That is exactly what I intended.”

“It should be so.”

“Then I, Qiao, shall host and entertain everyone.”

The cities governed by Qiao Yu, Chu Jun, and Yang Xiong were originally not far apart. They should already know one another.

With Wang Yu present, there was no need to worry about any conflict.

Considering the matter of the Yin Yang Sect, the four indeed needed to talk. The Yin Yang Sect was a force of Liuju Prefecture. Since they operated in this region, they would inevitably come into contact with Tianbao City.

They should be familiar with the Yin Yang Sect. They most likely recognized them during the battle. Since they did not stop, they must have had their own intentions.

Especially Qiao Yu, who did not give up despite being seriously injured.

The originally agreed thirty thousand spirit stones would likely not be enough.

After cleaning the battlefield, all the spoils were temporarily delivered to Wang Yu.

Half a day later, the four settled temporarily in Golden Sword City.

Within the City Lord’s Manor of Golden Sword City.

After checking the contents of the two old men’s storage rings, Wang Yu pushed them back exactly as they were in front of the three and took out nine hundred thousand spirit stones, dividing them into three shares.

He spoke.

“This time, it was thanks to your assistance. This is the compensation previously agreed upon. As for these two late Core Formation elders’ storage rings, you may divide them among yourselves.”

There were at least two high-grade magic treasures inside. Although they were life-bound items and therefore slightly discounted in value, they could still sell for fifty to sixty thousand spirit stones.

Not to mention the other magic treasures and spiritual items.

They all saw clearly that after Wang Yu received the storage rings, he did not take anything from them. Such sincerity was truly rare.

Before they could speak, Wang Yu continued.

“You must have recognized them. They were people of the Yin Yang Sect. By offending them, you are taking on a certain degree of risk.”

Hearing this, Chu Jun hesitated.

“Elder Wang, earlier that old man mentioned the young sect master. Was it that person?”

“Correct.”

Wang Yu nodded, but he did not mention the Nine-Curve Spirit Ginseng.

“I had a personal feud with him. Now that this Elder has caught him, I naturally had to take his life. As for the Yin Yang Sect Master, as long as you do not speak of this, no one will know that we were the ones who did it.”

Qiao Yu, Chu Jun, Yang Xiong: “...”

The three showed mixed expressions. So this was hush money.

Having offended a Nascent Soul cultivator, they could no longer visit Liuju Prefecture. They only hoped Wang Yu was telling the truth.

Judging from such generous behavior, someone like Wang Yu was among the rare few within the Blood Reversal Sect. Being willing to share spoils already made him a wise leader.

They could trust him for now.

After splitting the spoils, Wang Yu and the others did not leave. While Qiao Yu went into seclusion to recover, Chu Jun and Yang Xiong came one after another to make additional requests.

The former, a member of the Chu Clan of Cold Blood Peak, had only one goal. He hoped that after his term as city lord ended, he could follow Wang Yu. This was the allure of an elder candidate.

Yang Xiong’s meaning was similar.

However, what he wanted was a stable cultivation environment. According to a worshipper model, he would receive a fixed amount of cultivation resources in exchange for helping with tasks within his capability.

And Yang Xiong had only over ten years left in his term. This was urgent for him. Wang Yu naturally agreed and prepared to place him in Jade Spirit City.