Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 308

Northern Severed Boundary Mountain Range, Burial Pit Secret Realm.

Ripples stirred in the air at the corner of an unnamed mountain valley. Wang Yu emerged and immediately rose into the sky. After sweeping his surroundings with his divine sense and finding no presence, he finally relaxed.

The Burial Pit Secret Realm was merely a high-quality minor spatial secret realm. Its area was not large, and after several months of cultivation and exploration, it had been mostly stripped clean.

Perhaps some places were overlooked, but they were not important.

It was time to return to the sect and exchange information with Zhuo Shouqing.

Eliminating Zhuo Shouyun’s wings ahead of schedule might cause trouble. After all, he had mostly heard rumors about this person and had never directly confronted him. On top of that, Wang Yu did not entirely trust Zhuo Shouqing.

Therefore, after achieving the goal of both advancing, Wang Yu chose to return to the sect immediately.

On the way back using the Aurora Escape Technique, part of his focus remained on the Glazed Iceheart Pagoda within his body. Zhuo Wenshi had been “converted” for some time already, suppressed by both a magic treasure and the Soul-binding Ice Chain Curse.

She had not stirred up any waves.

On the lowest level of the Iceheart Pagoda, Wang Yu used his mana and divine sense to form an illusory avatar. He walked toward the woman bound by several ice chains.He spoke in a commanding tone.

"Raise your head."

In a muddled, time-forgotten state, Zhuo Wenshi instinctively lifted her head. Her eyes were hollow, her expression broken, as though she had been completely played with.

Wang Yu frowned deeply.

The effect of this so-called conversion differed from his original expectations.

"What is your name?"

"Zhuo Wenshi."

"Gender?"

"Female."

"Age?"

"Four hundred and thirteen."

"Your cultivation?"

"Seventh layer of Core Formation."

"Where are you from? How many members are in your family? Why are you here..."

Wang Yu tested her with questions one by one and eventually discovered that Zhuo Wenshi had already lost her sense of self. She was like a machine carrying a memory packet, devoid of any subjectivity.

Ask, and she answered. Not a word more.

Even if he ordered her to kill herself, she would thrust the ice sword into her own heart without hesitation, without pause. She had lost even the instinctive desire to survive.

This made Wang Yu’s scalp tingle.

This was not conversion. This was formatting.

On the surface, he had gained a mind-controlled servant who could serve as an infiltrator. In reality, this was nearly impossible.

The abnormality was too obvious. It was not just that she obeyed his commands. Even if others questioned her, she remained like this, eerie and unsettling.

Keeping her as a combat puppet was also unfit.

A converted spirit had completely lost autonomous combat capability. Her strength had plummeted. Only her physical body still had value.

Wang Yu rubbed his chin while looking at the puppet-like Zhuo Wenshi.

His thoughts were complicated.

Converting a late Core Formation cultivator in three months seemed mighty, but she had already been gravely wounded and on the verge of death, hanging on by a thread with no strength to resist. That was the only reason it succeeded smoothly.

If he faced someone with a firm Dao heart and strong will, conversion would likely fail. The greater possibility was total death.

There were pros and cons.

The Glazed Iceheart Pagoda’s ability in the realm of the heart-mind was excessively powerful. In some ways it overshadowed its ice attribute, not to mention the yin attribute that was only secondary.

Just as he was about to end her, Wang Yu paused. Perhaps handing her to Zhuo Shouqing could yield unexpected benefits.

They were all members of the Zhuo clan. Perhaps there was a method to bypass restrictions and pry deeper into her memories.

It was worth a try. Even though she was converted, Zhuo Wenshi could not reveal any Zhuo clan inheritance. Evidently the heart-mind path was not invincible.

Several days later, on a night after returning to Night Jewel Prefecture, Wang Yu suddenly felt his vision clear. The world became more detailed. Even the dust in the air appeared distinct.

The Taiyin Nether Eyes had reached the third stage of transformation.

This eye secret art had always been transformative in nature. With each stage, corresponding eye techniques nourished the power of the Lunar Yin, reshaping his eyes permanently.

He possessed this special eye ability at all times. It was different from the temporary Golden Vision of Qi Observation Eye secret art. It could even suppress the bodily mutations of the Corpse Demon Secret Technique.

His eyes grew stranger, and he sensed a faint connection, like a hair-thin link between him and the Lunar Star above.

It not only enhanced energy transmission. His sclera showed signs of turning silver, and the crescent imprint in his pupils was becoming half-full.

It was foreseeable.

Once he reached the fourth stage, his eyes might transform fully into Full Moon Eyes.

This transformation had only one possible cause. He had finally mastered the third-stage Fallen Moon technique, and its link to the Lunar Star was critical.

Suspended silently in the air, he adjusted to the change.

He could clearly see the stellar radiance scattered from the stars of the Full Heavenly Cycle, regardless of day or night, and he gained more affinity and control over Lunar Yin power.

"An unexpected surprise."

The first-stage Fallen Moon Eye technique merely expanded his methods and attack range. It did not raise his upper limit unless cultivated to the third stage.

Only then could he summon a Moon Falling Meteor Star to strike enemies.

The problem was his Idle Slots were not enough.

"It seems that it is not just cultivation realm...

"Magical abilities must keep up. Without powerful offensive means, raising my basic cultivation by one or two layers is far inferior to a perfected divine ability."

In this regard, the Lesser Asura Killing Fist was the best target for improvement.

Wang Yu pondered in his heart and continued on his way.

Another half month passed before he returned to the mountain gate from the back side of Cold Blood Peak.

...

...

Evil God Square, Hall of Law Enforcement.

"You are back?"

"Yes."

"Judging by your expression, things went rather smoothly."

Zhuo Shouqing gestured for Wang Yu to sit, then snapped his fingers. A thin barrier enveloped the two of them.

Matters succeed through secrecy, words bring failure through leakage.

The other party seemed to know what he had acquired. Without speaking, Zhuo Wenshi was thrown out of the Glazed Iceheart Pagoda, landing in a disheveled heap on the ground.

Zhuo Shouqing raised his brows in surprise.

"Where is the formation master? Why is it her!"

"What formation master?"

After Zhuo Shouqing explained, Wang Yu replied speechlessly.

"That middle-aged formation master was your man? He was incredibly stupid."

After the Yellow Spring Bone Corrosive Water receded, Wang Yu had gone back into the trap-like burial chamber. Unfortunately, everything inside had been corroded into nothing.

Even the storage ring of the formation master had its internal space destroyed. Its value for reforging had greatly diminished. The harvest was meager, and there was nothing left to prove his identity.

Therefore, Wang Yu did not know who the middle-aged formation master was.

Although he had used a Soul Search secret technique on Zhuo Wenshi, the memories obtained were fragmented to begin with. In order to avoid triggering the restrictions in her mind, he had voluntarily abandoned many memories he could have searched.

He feared pushing things too far and accidentally activating the restriction, which would end poorly. The Soul-Gouging Evil Boat Curse had not been fully mastered either, so he only obtained the scraps of her memories.

As a result, there was very little information about Zhuo Shouyun, let alone some passerby-like formation master.

Learning the formation master's identity now only deepened Wang Yu's disdain for Zhuo Shouqing's subordinates.

"Forget it, there is nothing to discuss about a dead man. However... what did you do to her? She has the aura of a Joyous Union Sect spirit slave."

"Just a minor function of a magic tool. The person is yours now. I am returning to seclusion. My gains this time are quite substantial."

Wang Yu did not elaborate. He was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and turned back.

"Be careful recently. The people Zhuo Shouyun sent into the secret realm were all killed by me. There is a monster related to demons in there. It is extremely dangerous."

"I understand. Do not rush off yet."

Zhuo Shouqing nodded and tossed Wang Yu a scroll.

"This is a task. If you have confidence, take it."

The task was simple.

Investigate whether the Duan Clan of Elephant Mountain had a tendency toward rebellion.

This rebellion was a Schrödinger-style rebellion. How it was determined was entirely up to Wang Yu. It felt a bit too familiar.

Back then, the Wei Clan of Waterfall Mountain was exterminated for "killing" personnel of the sect's Hall of Law Enforcement and was forcibly labeled as rebels.

This time, the target was the Duan Clan of Elephant Mountain.

Wang Yu was briefly confused.

The Duan Clan was Su Yulong's maternal clan. His aunt was the most favored concubine of the Nine Swords Evil Lord. Even the Demonic Embryo Mysterious Origin Curse had initially spread from within the Duan Clan of Elephant Mountain.

"Why go after them? I alone cannot annihilate a prosperous Core Formation family. I cannot even break through Elephant Mountain's great formation."

Moreover, attacking a power of such scale would draw immense pressure onto himself, and the higher-ups were not fools.

If you forced a peaceful clan to rebel, you were lucky if you were not punished. How would you expect the sect to reward you?

This was different from small fights in the secret realm.

Once action was taken, it meant that Zhuo Shouqing and Zhuo Shouyun were beginning a true war.

Hearing Wang Yu's confusion, Zhuo Shouqing sat on the cushion with his back to the light, his face obscured in shadow, making his features unclear.

His voice was low.

"I thought we still had many years, but it seems the other side has grown impatient. The Duan Clan of Elephant Mountain does not involve Nascent Soul cultivators and holds a respectable status. They are suitable for establishing authority."

This...

Wang Yu frowned deeply.

"You mean Zhuo Shouyun is gathering many clan forces against you?"

"Not just that."

Zhuo Shouqing smiled bitterly.

"Many in the disciple-master factions have been pulled to his side, especially those on Blood Nether Peak. Several Blood Dao geniuses in the Blood Pavilion have shown hostility toward me, particularly Lu Chenzhou. He is a major problem."

"Lu Chenzhou?"

Zhuo Shouqing then explained Lu Chenzhou’s background, continuing after a moment.

"Even if Great Ancestor Liezu personally came, he would not act against him. I am currently trapped in the Hall of Law Enforcement. Be cautious when you leave."

Wang Yu: "..."

Was it still possible to abandon this sinking ship?

Of course, that thought could only flash through his mind. The contract had been signed, but the Nether River contract was merely to save the three brothers' lives. There was still some room to maneuver.

However, the situation was far more urgent than he had expected.

"Why the Duan Clan of Elephant Mountain? The justification of establishing authority... is not enough!"