Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 316

Pretending to be mad turned into real madness.

Lu Chenzhou actually did not use his greatest advantage, his blood path divine abilities. Instead, he kept trading punches with Wang Yu head-on. This caused the area centered around the Law Enforcement Hall within Evil God Market to collapse in large sections. Countless buildings were destroyed by the aftermath of their battle. Those clever onlookers hiding in other shops were shocked to discover that those seemingly useful restrictions could not block the spreading shockwaves.

They subconsciously wanted to call for the shopkeepers, only to realize that every store was empty. Besides the cultivators watching the fight, no one else remained.

That was only natural. This was the heart of the sect. Who would have expected such an earth-shaking battle to erupt here, and that no one would come out to stop it? It was far too strange.

By the time they thought of fleeing, many had already been caught in the collateral damage. Under such terrifying power, Qi Refining disciples died upon contact, and even Foundation Establishment deacons were gravely wounded and coughing blood without end.

A third of an incense stick later.

Wang Yu and the frenzied Lu Chenzhou grappled together, each pressing a hand on the other’s shoulder while their foreheads collided. They were locked in a test of physical strength. Every time they exerted force, the ground beneath their feet sank deeper.

Wang Yu’s consciousness was crystal clear. The moment he sensed Lu Chenzhou’s blood-soaked killing intent, he realized this was a rare opportunity. Ever since cultivating the Lesser Asura Killing Fist, he had only relied on his own budding killing intent, and the only external source he had encountered was the stone slab left behind by the ancient Asura Sword Venerable. His cultivation speed soared during that period.

Now locked in battle with Lu Chenzhou, he might be able to comprehend another form of killing intent, rapidly increasing his mastery. In essence, the more substantial his killing intent became, the stronger the Lesser Asura Killing Fist would grow. It was a divine ability capable of evolving.

Lu Chenzhou, utterly deranged, continued to clash with Wang Yu using nothing but his flesh. However, Wang Yu had the protection and empowerment of his bloodline true artifact. With every punch, Lu Chenzhou’s fists sprayed blood, while Wang Yu’s draconic armor withstood the blows with ease.As Lu Chenzhou’s hands were beaten down to exposed white bone, the pain drove him even further into madness. The mental assault of the killing fist was completely borne by his own consciousness. His physical instincts took over, like an enraged blood-soaked beast breaking free.

Blood surged out of his body, forming a tangible beast-shaped outer shell. Its four limbs planted firmly on the ground, it reared its head and roared to the sky. A violent gale swept outward as its massive claws smashed down like a bulldozer.

Wang Yu raised his arm to block and punched out from a distance. The Nether Demonic Dragon materialized and sent Lu Chenzhou flying. Wang Yu stomped once and leaped forward like a ferocious predator. Every punch and kick blasted the air apart. Each strike landed on Lu Chenzhou’s blood-beast shell, tearing it apart piece by piece, and the overflowing blood far exceeded the limits of any human body.

Wang Yu was immersed in the primal thrill of a Body-refinement cultivator, fists meeting flesh. His killing intent surged wildly, and the half-formed Asura phantom behind him grew denser and more terrifying. With one savage kick, he sent Lu Chenzhou crashing into a deep crater. For an instant, Lu Chenzhou’s aura faltered.

A towering pillar of blood erupted. Just as the blood-beast form showed signs of expanding further, a voice thundered across the battlefield.

"Enough."

Wang Yu’s body froze. The oppressive might of a Nascent Soul ancestor crushed him, rendering him immobile. Lu Chenzhou, however, was a moment slower. He opened his mouth and spat a blood-colored beam that blasted Wang Yu away before the pressure subdued him.

"Old dog!"

Wang Yu seethed with fury. Retracting the Demonic Dragon Armor into his body, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The old man had purposely delayed his suppression, allowing Lu Chenzhou to strike him one last time.

Hovering in midair, the newcomer revealed his true form. There was no doubt. It was the Blood Nether Mountain Lord, a Nascent Soul third-stage titan of the blood path.

He grabbed Lu Chenzhou with a single hand. The blood-beast exterior rapidly receded. Lu Chenzhou regained his human form, his expression gloomy as he glared deathly at Wang Yu.

The Blood Nether Mountain Lord spoke coldly.

"Lu Chenzhou, you have committed a grave offense in Evil God Market. Do you acknowledge your crime?"

Lu Chenzhou dropped to his knees without hesitation and kowtowed.

"This disciple knows his crime."

"Good. You will be confined in the Blood Pavilion for one hundred years to reflect on your actions. You may not emerge unless you form a Nascent Soul."

Lu Chenzhou trembled. He wanted to speak but dared not. He lowered his head obediently, though his eyes flickered toward Wang Yu with hidden malice.

The Blood Nether Mountain Lord then looked at Wang Yu.

"Wang Yu, do you acknowledge your crime?"

Wang Yu narrowed his eyes and lifted his chin.

"And what crime has Wang committed? Lu Chenzhou slaughtered his way through Evil God Market and attempted to kill Zhuo Shouqing. He even shattered the Five Elements Universal Sacred Formation. Wang merely stopped him from committing further atrocities."

The Blood Nether Mountain Lord glared.

"Still quibbling! If not for your fight, how would Evil God Market have suffered such devastation? Look around!"

The upper half of Evil God Market was nearly obliterated. The ground had sunk dozens of meters. Words could not describe the level of destruction.

Even so, there was no chance Wang Yu would admit guilt. Even if he were in the wrong, he would contest it. Let alone when he was clearly in the right. Besides, after this old bastard appeared, he intentionally let Wang Yu take a direct hit from Lu Chenzhou’s blood-beast strike. Lu Chenzhou was, after all, a top-tier Core Formation prodigy.

The injuries left in his body this time were not light.

Such obvious malice could not be allowed to fall into that man's grasp. With a single thought, he took out the command token given by the Blood-Eyed Demonic Flood Dragon.

"Senior Blood Nether Mountain Lord, the damages here will naturally be handled by Zhuo Shouqing and Lu Chenzhou. What do you think?"

Even though he wanted nothing more than to punch this bastard to death.

Yet the other man's cultivation pressed down on him like a collapsing sky. He had no ability to resist. To move freely under a Nascent Soul cultivator's suppression, let alone counterattack.

Either his heart-mind cultivation had to break through to the next realm.

Or his divine sense had to break through to the fourth rank, truly granting him the power to fight back. Otherwise, taking action against a Nascent Soul cultivator was absolutely unwise.

Throughout ancient history, there might have been Qi Refining cultivators who counter-killed Foundation Establishment cultivators, and Foundation Establishment cultivators who battled against Core Formation cultivators, but there had never been a single instance of a Core Formation cultivator slaying a Nascent Soul cultivator in reverse.

Even with a fourth-rank magic treasure and proper methods, this was almost an impossible feat.

Therefore.

Aside from enduring, he could only reveal part of his background to make the Blood Nether Mountain Lord retreat. Wang Yu also had someone backing him, so how could he allow himself to be casually manipulated?

Sure enough.

After seeing the Demonic Flood Dragon Token, the man's pupils contracted sharply.

"So the little friend is one of the Blood Flood Dragon King's people. I failed to provide aid in time just now and allowed this wretch to injure you. That was truly inexcusable."

The Blood Nether Mountain Lord changed expressions as quickly as turning the pages of a book. His hostility came swiftly and vanished just as fast. Wang Yu was displeased, but he did not continue provoking him.

Enough was enough.

Just as he had to consider the face of the Black Heaven Talisman Lord, he also had to give face to the Blood Nether Mountain Lord. Moreover, the latter was even more petty. Caution was necessary.

At this moment.

Zhuo Shouqing suddenly emerged from some corner. His gaze scrutinized Wang Yu for quite some time before clasping his hands toward the Mountain Lord.

"This matter began because of me. Brother Lu inexplicably killed his own sect member in broad daylight. I tried to help out of good intentions, but was misunderstood by him, and we ended up fighting in the Law Enforcement Hall.

"The losses of the Evil God Market will be borne by this junior."

"Very good."

Hearing someone willingly take responsibility, the Blood Nether Mountain Lord was satisfied. Taking Lu Chenzhou with him, his body turned into a streak of blood-light and returned to Blood Nether Peak.

Judging by his attitude, it would definitely be a small punishment meant as a warning.

Meanwhile, as the barrier formation over the Evil God Market dissipated, disciples and stewards from other markets rushed over one after another. Only a few came purely to watch the commotion.

Most came for the ruins. Seeing this, Zhuo Shouqing could only sigh helplessly. He could not stop this from happening and said to Wang Yu.

"Let us leave first."

"Fine."

There were still matters to discuss between them. Zhuo Shouqing only hoped to reach an agreement as soon as possible. He did not want to let Wang Yu leave, afraid some unforeseen change might occur.

Within the Blood Reversal Sect's mountain gate, Wang Yu and Lu Chenzhou's battle had not been short. It lasted nearly the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn.

Naturally, many people witnessed it, especially those elders from various peaks who appeared briefly. Discussions spread everywhere.

"This old man sees that this child seems to be dual cultivating body-refinement techniques. His body refinement is at the same level as his cultivation, both having reached the early third rank. Does this not mean he has already condensed his Divine Marrow?"

"Old Wooden Ghost, you are too short-sighted. It is not just early third rank. He has long reached mid stage, perhaps even close to late stage. Such terrifying physical talent far surpasses his cultivation aptitude."

"Heh."

"And you still dare call Old Wooden Ghost ignorant. Are you unaware that Wang Yu has cultivated the Demonic Embryo Mysterious Origin Curse? Even Little Talisman Lord Luo Chen was slain by him.

"It is hard to say whether it was not all for the Yin Spiritual Root."

"Hiss. So there was such a secret."

Regardless of how these elders speculated about Wang Yu's background, to lower-level cultivators, Wang Yu had fiercely made a name for himself today.

Previously, they had only heard rumors and never seen him. Now that they had seen him in person, he was even more terrifying than the rumors. Within the ruins of the Evil God Market, a Qi Refining disciple let out a startled cry.

He rolled off the rubble, drawing the attention of fellow disciples who were also "treasure hunting."

He awkwardly explained.

"The fist imprint left behind by Elder Wang feels like it contains mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It carries a terrifying murderous will… I failed to notice it… failed to notice…"

After repeatedly apologizing, his mind suddenly stirred.

If he could use a magic tool to collect and store some of this lingering killing intent, it might become a hidden trump card for him. At a critical moment, it could kill in one strike.

He had personally experienced that soul-shaking terror, so excitement surged instantly.

"Opportunity. A great opportunity."

Wang Yu naturally did not know that he had already reached the point where he had become someone else's fortuitous encounter. After leaving with Zhuo Shouqing, the two headed toward his cave mansion on Cold Blood Peak.

Zhuo Shouqing truly had nowhere else to go. He even planned to temporarily reside there.

This left Wang Yu quite speechless.

Ever since leaving the Evil God Market, he felt that the Nether River Contract had dissipated by about one third. Clearly, the contract itself acknowledged this life-saving grace.

Without this guarantee, Zhuo Shouqing had lost more than half of his trust in Wang Yu.

On the way, he continuously used transmission jade slips to contact others.

Before long.

At the foot of Cold Blood Peak, a pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivator named Huang Jiu appeared, nodded at Wang Yu and Zhuo Shouqing, then stayed close by the latter.

This action seemed to greatly increase his sense of security.

Wang Yu clicked his tongue but did not comment.

The three returned smoothly to Cold Blood Cave Mansion.

In the meeting hall.

"Speak. How do you want to negotiate?"

Wang Yu struck first, pushing aside all thoughts of the Blood Abyss.