Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 313

He had said so much, and finally arrived at the main point.

However, Wang Yu had little need for another pill refinement inheritance. No alchemy method could suit him better than the Cold Chi Alchemy Technique. With it increasing the effects of ice attribute pills by fifty percent, he would never abandon it.

Starting from scratch to cultivate another pill art would waste too much time.

Moreover, the Cold Chi Alchemy Technique had been fully restored. With the deduction effect of the Idle Slot, it could be pushed to the peak of fourth rank alchemy.

By then, he would already be a Nascent Soul cultivator. At that time, fifth rank alchemy inheritances would be impossible to obtain. Acquiring another fourth rank alchemy method would be trivial.

Although he thought this in his mind, he could not say it aloud.

Wang Yu's silence made the three from the Chi Xin line assume he was tempted. They eagerly pressed him.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, what do you think?"

After a moment of thought, Wang Yu did not refuse outright. Instead he asked.

"What are the obligations of joining the Alchemy Hall? There cannot be only benefits, right?""Naturally, there are obligations."

Elder Chi Xin let out a breath of relief. For a moment he had thought their attempt was about to fail. As expected, no one could reject a profound inheritance.

"It is like this.

"The obligations of the Alchemy Hall can be simple or difficult. Primarily, each year you must complete the alchemy tasks assigned from above, then take thirty percent of the profits as the operating funds of the hall."

Seeing Elder Chi Xin's confident expression, Wang Yu nearly slapped him on the spot.

What a dog-shit exploitation contract.

A thirty percent channel fee meant he could not choose the spiritual materials he wanted as payment. Ninety-nine percent of the time they would insist on spirit stones for the sake of easy accounting.

He already had tens of millions of spirit stones on hand, with a good number of supreme-grade ones as well. What he lacked were high-end consumption channels, not more stones. Giving him this nonsense?

Wang Yu was utterly disdainful.

Another issue: completing the yearly assigned alchemy tasks. It seemed beneficial, solving many alchemists' troubles, but if the Alchemy Hall decided to target him, they could squeeze out all his time.

Thinking of this, Wang Yu narrowed his eyes.

"Does joining the Alchemy Hall require signing a contract?"

Elder Chi Xin was delighted.

"Of course. Otherwise neither the hall nor the alchemists would rest assured. This is a Nether River Contract. Fellow Daoist Wang may take a look."

Seeing the three hundred year term written at the top, Wang Yu's expression turned ice cold. A chilling wind swept into the reception hall.

"So the three of you take me for a fool?"

"Get out!"

The three were frozen stiff, then thrown out of Wang Yu's cave mansion like trash by the suddenly activated protective formation.

Chi Xin, Qing Song, and Zi Yun flushed red with shame, panting like enraged bulls.

What a humiliation.

As third rank alchemists, they were respected everywhere they went. Never had they imagined Wang Yu would flip the table without hesitation.

Outside the formation, Qing Song fumed.

"Outrageous. This brat is too arrogant. He must be punished!"

Zi Yun agreed at once.

"Brother Qing Song speaks the truth.

"The Exalted Sect has not produced such an insolent person in years. He must be taught a lesson. Otherwise would others not think our Alchemy Hall's blade has dulled?"

Unexpectedly, their leader, Chi Xin, remained silent. Without knowing his thoughts, the other two gradually quieted down, exchanging confused looks.

What was happening?

Chi Xin was thinking that the games played by those above were not something he could meddle in.

Not long ago, the Blood-Eyed Demonic Flood Dragon had visited the Alchemy Hall Master.

No one knew the details, but ever since that day, Wang Yu, who had been a heated topic in the hall, became a taboo subject.

He suspected that Wang Yu was backed by the Blood-Eyed Demonic Flood Dragon.

However, the Alchemy Hall Master was a mid stage Nascent Soul cultivator and a fourth rank supreme-grade alchemist. His influence in the sect surpassed many late stage Nascent Soul elders.

Thus Chi Xin had come privately to test Wang Yu.

He had not expected that someone so young would see through the loopholes in the contract instantly and throw them out without mercy.

Thinking of this, Chi Xin swept his divine sense around.

Finding that aside from a faint aura next door, no one was nearby, he secretly breathed out.

"Enough. Since no one saw, bury this matter in your heart. If anyone asks, say nothing."

"Uh..."

"Yes."

He intended to dismiss the incident as if nothing had happened. However, Wang Yu was not a generous man. After throwing them out, he grew angrier the more he thought about it.

He recorded all the contract details and the incident into a jade slip, then used his candidate elder privileges to have one of Cold Blood Peak's messenger spirit beasts, the Icewing Bird, deliver the message.

He was already the exclusive alchemist of the Blood-Eyed Demonic Flood Dragon. Yet these people dared dig at the foundation and set contract traps.

If he were the Blood-Eyed Demonic Flood Dragon, he would never tolerate it.

After handling the matter, Wang Yu finally felt the anger in his heart ease.

No matter what, the troubles related to alchemy were likely resolved for now. As long as he did not expand his business beyond Cold Blood Peak or encroach upon the hall's profits, things should remain manageable.

He returned to pondering the Lesser Asura Killing Fist.

Last time in the Burial Pit secret realm, the special demonic derivative creatures had not been affected much by the Asura Killing Heart. Instead, the Prajna Heart Sutra had taken the lead. He felt dissatisfied.

He did not want short bursts of strength but steady and powerful heart-mind force. If he cultivated the Lesser Asura Killing Heart to perfection, it should undergo another evolution.

He wanted to completely eliminate the possibility of being influenced by illusions and mental spells. Such weaknesses were far too dangerous.

Immersing himself in comprehension, he focused wholeheartedly.

…

…

One month later.

An unexpected visitor arrived at Cold Blood Peak.

"Su Yulong!"

"Wang Yu, it has been a long time."

The newcomer had already broken through to the Core Formation realm and had even cultivated to the second layer of Core Formation. Standing at the entrance of the cave mansion, he cupped his fists in greeting. While Wang Yu pondered, he opened the formation.

Su Yulong strolled in leisurely and smiled.

"I always knew you were not someone meant to remain in an Idle Slot, but I did not expect you to grow this quickly. Have you encountered any difficulties in cultivation?"

That concerned expression made Wang Yu feel uncomfortable.

He bore no hatred toward Su Yulong. The other man even had done him a favor before. If he had come earlier and provided some help within his means, perhaps Wang Yu might have regarded him as a friend.

But to come now and speak like this.

It was truly nauseating. That lofty, self-righteous tone and those false words of concern made Wang Yu feel great disgust.

After a moment of silence, he did not invite Su Yulong inside.

The two stood talking on the snowy ground.

"Brother Su is no longer a True Disciple, so why come up to Cold Blood Peak to find me?"

Su Yulong’s eyes flickered with embarrassment. He felt Wang Yu was mocking him.

But his excellent upbringing allowed him to quickly suppress his emotions.

Feigning regret, he said, "All these years, I often thought that if I had listened to your strategy back then, perhaps I would not have ended up like this."

"Her Highness Yan Ling possesses unparalleled talent and would have ascended to her position regardless. Whether Brother Su listened to me or not has little to do with it."

"Impossible!"

Su Yulong refused to believe it, though he did not pursue the topic further. He only said this to draw closer to Wang Yu.

Then he began complaining.

"If I had not been confined by the Duan Clan of Elephant Mountain back then, I would have gone to find you immediately. With Brother Wang’s wit, you surely could have saved me from disaster."

Wang Yu folded his arms and simply watched him perform.

Just a few sentences, and his understanding of Su Yulong deepened. This man was a typical family honor fanatic.

Previously, he thought Su Yulong was merely extreme, insisting on a life-or-death struggle with Wei Zhong. Now, considering his personality, it was likely he had looked down on Wei Zhong’s background.

Something like: trash becoming a Cold Blood Peak personal disciple, tarnishing the identity, and so on.

Wei Zhong at least had a Foundation Establishment family behind him. Yan Ling was a true orphan. For Su Yulong to appear now, aside from matters related to Zhuo Shouqing, Wang Yu could not think of another reason.

As expected.

After rambling for a while, Su Yulong finally steered the conversation to its true purpose. His gaze grew intense.

"Wang Yu, stay away from Zhuo Shouqing. He will get you killed."

"I appreciate the concern, but Brother Su need not offer advice."

"You simply do not understand Zhuo Shouyun’s strength, nor how useless Zhuo Shouqing really is. Once you choose the wrong path, you will end up like me…"

Wang Yu shook his head. He did not want to speak of the Nether River Contract.

"You are you. He is he.

“If there is nothing else, please leave. I must go cultivate."

"Wait!"

Su Yulong and the Duan Clan of Elephant Mountain had already defected to Zhuo Shouyun. That was a confirmed fact. Since they stood on opposing sides, there was nothing more to discuss.

As for old favors.

Well… he decided not to repay them. Integrity was a bottom line he upheld even in the Crimson Kite Demonic Domain, but facing such disgusting theatrics, his bottom line was flexible.

Lowering it temporarily was no big deal.

Just as he turned to return to the cave dwelling, Su Yulong’s next words made him stop.

"The Blood Abyss is about to open!"

Blood Abyss!

The sacred cultivation ground of the Blood Reversal Sect. While its effects were superior for Blood Dao cultivators, it was also a place where cultivators of other paths could greatly improve their cultivation.

Usually, it opened when the competition for true disciples concluded and the next selection began.

It was a place to send newly chosen true disciples, and also allowed elders of the Nine Peaks to enter and seek fortunes.

Although it appeared to open once every two hundred years like the true disciple selection, that was not the truth.

It was always active. The so-called opening referred to the unlocking of the true Blood Abyss gate. Normally, there were minor gates, side passages, cracks, and other routes that appeared from time to time.

One or two people could slip inside through them.

Wei Zhong and Zhao Shang had entered this way. To this day, no news had returned. The latter had even been declared dead long ago.

The Blood Abyss trial was a long-standing tradition of the Blood Reversal Sect.

Inside existed the opportunity for Nascent Soul opportunity. Any Core Formation cultivator under three hundred years old could enter.

In addition, a certain level of status was required.

With his qualification as a candidate for the Twelfth Elder of Cold Blood Peak, Wang Yu was eligible. Seeing Wang Yu pause, Su Yulong continued.

"Zhuo Shouyun will be waiting for you inside the Blood Abyss. I will enter as well. Hundreds of geniuses from the Blood Pavilion will also go in. If you continue helping Zhuo Shouqing, you will surely die. Unless you give up entering the Blood Abyss…"

Wang Yu did not answer. As the formation’s light curtain closed, he disappeared.

He had already figured out Su Yulong’s true intention.