Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 307

Middle stage of Body Refining third rank, accomplished.

Feeling his explosively strengthened physique, as though breaking through an unseen shackle, Wang Yu could not help but throw his head back and let out a long roar.

The remaining resources in his hand were enough for him to continue cultivating to the late stage of Body Refining third rank, then advance several more steps toward the peak.

Ample resources, perfect tempering, outstanding talent.

The three stacked together to achieve this feat.

After spending several days adapting to his post-breakthrough physique, the various anomalies caused by the sudden surge in power gradually subsided. Afterwards, Wang Yu changed locations.

He set up a simple defensive formation, then consumed the supreme-grade Soul Dream Essense Pill he had prepared long ago, beginning his breakthrough in the realm of divine sense.

This step was far gentler than the ascension of his physical body.

It was like a grand dream, yet also like the fleeting life of a mayfly. Born at dawn, dead by dusk, leaving nothing behind, as if he had never appeared in this world.

Emptiness.Ten days passed before Wang Yu wiped the sweat at the corner of his eye, dazed and wordless. There was nothing unusual in his memory. He took the pill, refined it, broke through. It was that simple.

Feeling the immense pressure caused by the two corpses in his mind suddenly lessen, Wang Yu stretched lazily, his spirit incomparably refreshed.

What followed was simple.

With both physique and divine sense advancing, the power Wang Yu now commanded grew even more fearsome. With no external enemies, he entered a sweeping harvest mode.

During this process, his mastery of Fengshui Arts continued to improve. Even without the feedback of the Idle Slot, his talent alone could now be considered genius-level.

He quickly mastered a series of fengshui secret techniques.

If he wished to cultivate them to perfection, it would not be a matter of one or two days.

His harvest of equipment reached an unprecedented bounty.

Eighteen Yellow Spring Crystals, five Azure Firmament Crystals, six yin attribute materials, two ice attribute materials, and unexpectedly, two corpse-path spirit herbs and one ghost-path spirit herb.

Without exception, all of these were third-rank.

There were many rare types among them. Adding to that the Yellow Spring Demonic Bone, Three-foot Snow, and four cultivators' storage rings.

This single expedition alone had already surpassed the wealth of most Core Formation cultivators, especially in terms of high-grade resources.

With these as capital, he could trade for any spiritual treasure he needed.

A clear road.

The future he saw was a smooth and unobstructed road.

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…

Blood Reversal Sect.

Blood Nether Peak, Blood Pavilion.

This was the place where the descendants of the sect's many Nascent Soul ancestors cultivated, where they used the Blood Spring Evil Method to shape innate blood spiritual roots.

On the surface, the exalted sect possessed more than thirty Nascent Soul cultivators. In reality, the number had already reached fifty or sixty, two thirds of which came from various clans.

The remaining third were disciples of the master-disciple lineage.

In each Nascent Soul lineage, every generation had those born with weak spiritual roots who required the Blood Spring Evil Method to change their fate.

Due to the difficulty of the method, which required natural birth, each generation could only select three candidates. Many failed due to insufficient willpower.

However, accumulated over countless years, the number of blood-path geniuses created through this secret method had become astronomical.

Blood Nether Peak was established because of these people. At first it had only been a subordinate hall under the Blood Demon Palace.

Once the number of innate blood spiritual root holders reached a certain threshold.

A prodigy appeared who improved the Blood Spring Evil Method, making it so that as long as the date of cocoon transformation was shared.

The candidates would possess the ability to devour one another.

The closer their bloodlines, the stronger the effect. When more than three participated, they could create a spiritual physique known as the Blood Demon Body.

It was born suitable for cultivating the Ancient Blood Demon Sutra.

It was destined from birth to condense a Nascent Soul and possessed the potential to reach Spirit Transformation and even break through higher realms.

Potential was only theoretical. Realizing it was extremely difficult.

The current Blood Demon Hall Master, who was also the master of the Blood Reversal Sect, was the most accomplished Blood Demon Body in history and was only one step away from Spirit Transformation.

"Lu Chenzhou, help me with something."

In a corner of the Blood Pavilion, Zhuo Shouyun, dressed in luxurious black robes and having blood-red hair, spoke in a low voice to the red-skinned demonic figure before him.

Lu Chenzhou was personally chosen by the Blood Demon Hall Master.

Rumor had it that he was born with a natural blood attribute heavenly spiritual root. Ever since cultivating the Ancient Blood Demon Sutra, his body continuously mutated.

Red skin and blood-red hair, tall and muscular, with slightly thickened fingers and feet, his nails razor-sharp, and most notably, his pair of bright yellow vertical pupils.

Like a wild beast, constantly emanating terrifying murderous intent.

In this Blood Pavilion, he was one of only two Core Formation peak cultivators. The other was also the sect master's disciple. This generation's Blood Demon Body possessed the acknowledged title of young sect master.

Lu Chenzhou's identity was rather awkward. He was born an orphan and later accepted as the sect master's disciple. Although he cultivated the Ancient Blood Demon Sutra.

Because of the young sect master, he was like a spare tire, rejected by that person and looked down upon by the other second-generation disciples.

So.

Though seemingly second only to one and above ten thousand, he was often regarded as an experimental subject, a whim of the sect master, with high status but no real authority.

Zhuo Shouyun, on the other hand, had clawed his way up from the ranks of the useless in the Zhuo clan of the Ghost Fang line. Although he was not comparable to the clan's number one genius.

The power he controlled surpassed that of even the clan's elites.

For such a man to lower his head before Lu Chenzhou was unlike the arrogant clan members who flaunted their lineage and barked orders all day long.

Lu Chenzhou crossed his arms, his fingertips tapping lightly on his forearm.

Half-smiling, he said.

"Help you? Why should I?"

"Because you and I are both people who earned our place by true strength. You also cannot stand those high-and-mighty fools."

"Empty words. Are you joking?"

Lu Chenzhou shook his head, unwilling to pay him any attention. Zhuo Shouyun's voice suddenly deepened.

"I know you do not want to become that person's nourishment, which is why you have delayed condensing your Nascent Soul. You..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, Lu Chenzhou erupted with brutal killing intent and smashed Zhuo Shouyun’s upper body into a splattering mass of blood with a single punch.

Zhuo Shouyun’s remaining lower half, from the navel down, swayed unsteadily and collapsed to the ground.

Lu Chenzhou roared in fury: “What nonsense are you spouting!”

The atmosphere fell into silence.

After waiting for a long time and sensing no further gaze upon him, Lu Chenzhou gradually relaxed.

At this moment, the blood that had splattered everywhere slowly flowed back, as if time were reversing, reshaping into a new upper body. Only a set of ordinary clothes was ruined in the process.

This was the terror of a Blood Dao cultivator. Their vitality was nearly impossible to extinguish. As long as one condensed a Blood Core, the viscera, bones, muscles, meridians, and even the brain were all transformed into blood.

They had no lethal weak points.

If one had to name a weakness, then it would be the Blood Dao Golden Core.

Therefore, to prevent Zhuo Shouyun from speaking any further shocking words, Lu Chenzhou had directly blasted apart his upper body.

Once restored, the two stared at each other for a long time.

Under Lu Chenzhou’s murderous gaze, Zhuo Shouyun changed his tone.

“Tonight, come to my place. My duel with Zhuo Shouqing is about to begin. I have arranged something there that even the Ancestral Liezu cannot spy on.

“Tonight, we meet...”

Zhuo Shouyun did not say more. He knew this man would definitely come. Aside from the rumor in the Blood Pavilion that Lu Chenzhou was an “experimental subject,” there was another speculation spread far and wide.

It claimed that the Sect Master was waiting for him to form a Nascent Soul. Compared to someone born with a natural blood spiritual root, a Blood Spirit Root shaped by the Blood Spring Evil Method lacked the mysterious fortune granted by heaven and earth. If Lu Chenzhou’s Blood Dao Nascent Soul was devoured, it might complete this missing piece and allow the Sect Master to successfully undergo Spirit Transformation. Otherwise, with so many predecessors in the Holy Sect, how could every attempt have failed?

It sounded reasonable, because it actually was reasonable.

A Blood Spirit Root created through secret methods was born through devouring. The subsequent advancement to the Blood Demon Body lacked only the prefix “Innate.” Was it not simply missing natural fortune?

However.

After investigating the matter, Lu Chenzhou was certain this rumor had been deliberately spread by the Young Sect Master to intimidate him, so that Lu Chenzhou would not threaten his position.

Unexpectedly, the rumor began to look like a prophecy.

In retaliation, Lu Chenzhou deliberately spread another rumor.

The current Sect Master still had a long lifespan ahead. He was not only waiting for Lu Chenzhou to form a Nascent Soul, but also for the Young Sect Master to do the same. After all, the Young Sect Master possessed only the Heavenly Blood Spirit Root, not the Blood Demon Body.

The Young Sect Master was the true Blood Demon Body. When both of them formed their Nascent Souls, their master, the Blood Demon Hall Lord, would devour them and use them as resources to advance to Spirit Transformation.

The result?

Heh.

You damned genius. The more the rumors spread, the more believable they became. In the end, the Young Sect Master also did not dare to form a Nascent Soul, and simply stayed in the Blood Pavilion with Lu Chenzhou, becoming a resident thorn in the sect.

Along the way, both of them started investigating the history of supreme-grade Blood Spirit Root holders who came from the Blood Pavilion.

Most of them had perished without explanation, leaving no trace behind. The more they investigated, the heavier their hearts became, because both rumors now seemed eighty percent likely to be true.

But there were exceptions.

The three Demon Lords of Blood Nether Peak: Blood Axe, Blood Spring, and Blood Origin.

All three had supreme-grade Blood Spirit Roots created through secret methods, yet they now possessed late Nascent Soul stage cultivation.

In the Exalted Sect, they stood just below the Sect Master.

A single exception was not enough to overturn the rule, so they looked further. There was also the Nascent Soul early stage Blood Nether Mountain Lord, and another rumored figure cultivating in the Refining Heaven Demonic Sect known as the Blood Ghost Demon Lord, not to mention the several hundred cultivators in the Blood Pavilion.

All of them were living proof, so the two men felt slightly reassured. But suspicion was the nature of demonic cultivators.

They were so afraid that they no longer dared to form Nascent Souls.

With such a state of mind, even with spirit treasures to assist in forming the Nascent Soul, failure was the most likely outcome.

Perhaps the Young Sect Master might be an exception due to the Blood Demon Body, but whether he wanted such an exception was another matter entirely.

No one could fight the Sect Master within the Exalted Sect.

Therefore, they needed to test him.

That night, Lu Chenzhou arrived at the appointed place. As expected, Zhuo Shouyun proposed an excellent plan.

Borrow the influence of the Zhuo Clan to pressure the Young Sect Master into forming a Nascent Soul as soon as possible. If he refused with all his might, they would switch from the best plan to the middle plan and transfer him out of the Exalted Sect headquarters to probe the Sect Master’s attitude.

If all else failed, there was the worst plan.

Zhuo Shouyun would help Lu Chenzhou escape the Exalted Sect. That was a true worst-case scenario.

Lu Chenzhou’s mouth twitched.

He was alone and could do nothing, but Zhuo Shouyun had the backing of the Ghost Fang Zhuo Clan, so the chances of success were high.

“State your condition.”

“Pretend to be controlled by killing intent and cripple Zhuo Shouqing for me. Do not kill him.”

Lu Chenzhou sneered.

“You are missing a person. You cannot create a Blood Demon Body.”

“Do not worry. I have my own methods.”

“Fine, but if you break your word...”

“Impossible. Let us sign a Nether River Contract.”

Hearing this, Lu Chenzhou scratched his head and looked at Zhuo Shouyun with suspicion. It was precisely because he knew the effect of the Nether River Contract that he had not mentioned it.

To accomplish all this, Zhuo Shouyun would pay a great price. Even if he defeated Zhuo Shouqing and created a pseudo Blood Demon Body, he still could not become the Zhuo Clan’s heir.

“This is my sincerity. I hope you will show yours as well.”

“Very well.”