Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 315

It was Lu Chenzhou.

There were already many cultivators in Evil God Square. Any disciple with a bit of sense knew better than to watch the spectacle. Now it was over. They all died lost in their own fantasies.

However, Lu Chenzhou’s actions drew countless gazes. The sect did have rules against internal slaughter among disciples, but very few actually followed them.

Calling the number of rule-abiding disciples “as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns” would be too generous.

According to another unspoken rule, as long as one did not kill openly before a large audience, almost no one would trouble you afterward.

But to do this right at the gates of the Law Enforcement Hall... that was treating the sect rules like nothing. Provocation. Naked provocation.

In the blink of an eye, thunderous drums rumbled.

Zhuo Shouqing hurriedly put on his clothes, his expression dark as he stood atop the supreme-grade artifact Thunder Drum, secretly thinking that things were not looking good.

This was happening right in front of him. Should he intervene or not?

If he intervened, Lu Chenzhou would definitely cripple him. Forget devouring Zhuo Shouyun’s cultivation, he would be dead within days. His long-prepared turtle-like endurance plan would completely collapse.If he did not intervene, the sect rules would become mere decoration.

Well... so be it. Let them be decorations.

In the instant his thoughts turned, he made his decision. His figure retreated toward the Law Enforcement Hall, and he flicked a command token inward.

The third-rank formation he personally funded here was rapidly activating.

When Lu Chenzhou saw this, he could not help but mock.

“Zhuo Shouqing, are you truly such a gutless thing? Weren’t you quite domineering with those women these past few days? Why don’t you dare meddle in my business? Pathetic.”

Zhuo Shouqing paused. With a restrained smile, he cupped his hands toward Lu Chenzhou.

“Brother Lu’s talent is unmatched, and even his temperament is domineering beyond comparison. Zhuo is naturally inferior.”

Then his tone shifted.

“However, I heard Brother Lu’s pockets are cleaner than a woman’s face. I fear you cannot afford the penalty gold for these few corpses. Allow me to act the benevolent one and pay it on your behalf.”

The penalty gold system had existed for a long time. Aside from betraying the sect, almost any crime could be offset with spirit stones. Its original purpose was to serve the needs of noble disciples.

Especially those wastrel scions. Their demand in this area was immense. It was impossible for their clans to clean up after them every time.

As for whether this led to many lower disciples dying...

It actually did not.

Because the high-ranking elites knew the importance of the Blood Reversal Sect. It was their collective asset. As the ruling class, they upheld law and order even more strictly than those below them.

Legend held that the Blood Reversal Sect was originally founded by an alliance of ten Nascent Soul demonic elders. They could be considered the earliest ten clan branches.

The penalty gold system not only benefited the elite, but also provided those with extraordinary talent a unique upward path.

That path was killing noble scions.

Walk by the river long enough and one is bound to get wet. Wastrels often bullied ordinary disciples and were counter-killed. In such cases, the killer could also pay penalty gold to avoid punishment.

The original master-disciple factions of the sect were born from this practice.

As the generations passed, more detailed methods emerged. For example, Nascent Soul disciples could not be touched. Clan geniuses could not be touched.

If one killed a Nascent Soul disciple, their elder would seek vengeance, and both sides would just pay penalty gold afterward.

It was even more so for clan geniuses.

This system eventually evolved into a form of deterrence: better not provoke them. Otherwise, endless cycles of vengeance would follow.

Ordinary disciples used this system the most.

Zhuo Shouqing’s remarks were not only mocking Lu Chenzhou’s lack of resources, they were also deliberately pushing him to violate the mutual understandings held among noble factions.

He was also afraid Lu Chenzhou would kill him.

By saying these things, he was trying to make Lu think twice.

The formation was rising swiftly. Lu Chenzhou appeared enraged. It was hard to tell if he was acting or genuinely furious. He bellowed:

“Zhuo Shouqing, how dare you insult me?”

“Unforgivable. Ahhhhh!”

Zhuo Shouqing was dumbfounded. He erupted that quickly? His emotions were even more unstable than the Fairy of Taihu Lake.

Boom.

A deafening blast signaled the start of battle. The nearby disciples fled. The smart ones ducked into nearby shops, using their protective wards to block the aftermath while continuing to enjoy the show.

Blood-hardened fists flew.

Lu Chenzhou repeatedly punched the formation barrier of the Law Enforcement Hall. It seemed as if bloodlust had entirely taken control of him. Punch after punch. Even the Ten Squares of Blood Reversal noticed the commotion.

From the nearby Five Yin Peak, Cold Blood Peak, and Evil God Peak, Core Formation cultivators flew out, intending to scold whoever was disturbing their cultivation.

But when they saw it was Lu Chenzhou, they shut their mouths and returned where they came from, leaving only their divine senses to observe.

Under the relentless assault of those blood fists...

More than ten breaths later, his movements slowed and eventually stopped.

When the dust settled, the formation remained intact. Zhuo Shouqing stood atop the gate roof, his expression calm.

The Law Enforcement Hall of Evil God Square was his personal territory. He had spent considerable effort setting it up. Even a peak Core Formation cultivator like Lu Chenzhou could not break it easily.

But when he noticed Core Formation cultivators from other peaks appearing and then backing off, he felt a strange, ominous intuition rising.

Especially since Lu Chenzhou, though appearing enslaved by killing intent, had stopped attacking at precisely the right moment.

Too fake.

He recalled his conversation with Wang Yu and the analysis regarding Zhuo Yuanshen, the intelligence director. If that man really had a problem, he must have long leaked details of this formation.

The good news was that this event would verify whether Zhuo Yuanshen was compromised.

The bad news... he was about to find out.

"Buzz."

A strange sound rang out. Lu Chenzhou turned into a streak of blood light that instantly split into five points, each drilling toward the formation barrier.

It was the Formation Breaking Art.

It was even a Formation Breaking Art specifically tailored to counter his Five Elements Universal Sacred Formation.

"Zhuo Yuanshen, screw your mother!"

Zhuo Shouqing cursed furiously. He took out a Void Escape Talisman and prepared to flee, but before half a breath passed, the formation barrier shattered with a thunderous boom. Countless blood lights turned into threads and wrapped toward him.

A wave of despair rose from the bottom of his heart.

"My life is over!"

"Stop!"

From the distant heavens, a brilliant aurora streaked down at astonishing speed. The newcomer was Wang Yu.

His voice was filled with fury and his speed was unleashed without the slightest restraint. He had no choice but to hurry.

Who would have imagined he would see a scene like this the moment he arrived?

Due to the absolute nature of the Nether River Contract, he was obligated to save Zhuo Shouqing's life. If he had not witnessed it, he could ignore it. But fate insisted on making him see it.

He could accept being killed by an enemy, but he refused to die because of some ridiculous contract’s backlash.

At the critical moment, Wang Yu landed before Zhuo Shouqing, grabbed his arm, and escaped through the gaps in the blood threads.

Zhuo Shouqing felt as though he had been granted amnesty and exclaimed in relief.

"Wang Yu, why are you here?"

Wang Yu raised his hand, stopping him from speaking further, and asked sternly, "Are they cornered and going mad?"

"I do not know. That man is Lu Chenzhou."

"I know."

Wang Yu's heart sank as a sudden realization struck him. He spoke quickly. "Leave now. With this, I have saved your life. Our contract is fulfilled."

"Huh?"

Zhuo Shouqing never expected the serious Wang Yu to say such a thing. According to the original terms of the contract, Wang Yu had indeed agreed to save their lives once after reaching Core Formation. Now he had fulfilled that condition.

He immediately forgot the dangerous situation.

"You cannot go. You..."

Wang Yu raised his hand.

"Do not worry. I am already involved too deeply. Even if I wanted to retreat, I cannot. Besides, your other two brothers are still waiting for me to save their lives.

"Use the Void Escape Talisman and flee. I cannot defeat Lu Chenzhou."

Zhuo Shouqing's heart grew heavy. He knew this was not the time to argue. His hatred for Lu Chenzhou deepened further.

"I understand. Once this matter is concluded, I will personally visit to negotiate future cooperation."

With that, he activated the Void Escape Talisman again.

But how could Lu Chenzhou let him go?

He was not truly insane. He decisively performed a blood-path secret technique. The blood mist in the sky rapidly fused together and transformed into countless blood runes, which embedded themselves into the void.

Zhuo Shouqing's expression changed. The Void Escape Talisman burned to ash without taking him away. Noticing the blood runes, he shouted quickly.

"This is the Blood Rune Void-Locking Method. It was developed specifically to counter escape talismans like ours."

"I know."

Wang Yu's voice turned cold. He absolutely could not reveal his Core Formation fifth-layer cultivation.

He had only reached Core Formation a little over six years ago. If his cultivation growth was exposed, even an idiot would realize something was wrong. He refused to draw unnecessary attention for such a reason.

Therefore, he could only rely on his powerful body and formidable divine sense.

After locking the void with blood runes, Lu Chenzhou attacked again.

Wang Yu flung Zhuo Shouqing away. His blood qi surged like a dragon. He stomped down violently, causing the ground for a thousand meters around to sink visibly.

Countless cracks spread like a spider web.

The air exploded.

"Roar!"

A dragon cry shook the heavens. The Nether Demonic Dragon surged forth with Wang Yu. Their forces collided with a massive blood fist. After a deafening boom, the Law Enforcement Hall collapsed into countless fragments.

Lu Chenzhou was shocked. The Ancient Blood Demon Art was famed for its bodily enhancement, no weaker than a pure Body-refinement cultivator.

Yet that punch had ended in a tie.

It showed Wang Yu's physical body was not inferior at all.

This was reasonable. When Wang Yu was stuck at the peak of second-rank body refinement, he had tirelessly strengthened his foundation. After breaking through to third-rank, he received the baptism of a dragon vein.

His potential leaped forward. He followed the pure Body-refinement path and had even condensed his Divine Marrow. Matching Lu Chenzhou across a minor realm was not impossible.

Blood-path cultivation excelled in strange divine powers and tenacious vitality.

In pure physical combat, Wang Yu could crush him within the same realm.

Did he think he was not a genius?

After exchanging blows, the Demonic Dragon Armor covered Wang Yu's body. A killing intent far more terrifying than Lu Chenzhou's erupted. Half a Asura form manifested behind him.

Asura Killing Fist.

If You are crazy? I am even crazier.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

Using his physical strength to reinforce his Core Formation power, combined with the wrath of a Asura heart-mind, Wang Yu punched again and again. The killing intents clashed and resonated in a strange manner.

What began as an act gradually became true madness. The fury continuously surged into Lu Chenzhou's heart-mind.