Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 324

Correct.

After the Sisters escaped, the one who appeared before Wang Yu was actually Zhao Shang, a Qi Refining cultivator who had accidentally fled into the Blood Abyss using a Void-Escape Talisman.

Looking at him now, he had somehow retained his rationality while mutating into a blood demon, and he had finally reached the Foundation Establishment stage he had long yearned for. He was a second-rank mid stage blood demon.

Due to the generally distorted appearance of blood demons, Zhao Shang's facial features were nearly unrecognizable compared to the past. One could only judge by his aura and the essence of his soul.

With the Taiyin Nether Eyes at his side, every person's soul flame appeared uniquely different to him. There was no possibility of misidentification.

Calculating the time.

Back then, after Wang Yu returned from Blackbone Mountain, Zhao Shang vanished. It had been more than seventy years. The man was clearly still shocked by Wang Yu's strength.

He immediately turned to flee. His intelligence was much higher than that of ordinary blood demons, practically existing on a different level entirely. Only now did Wang Yu realize the truth.

Demon Zhao Shang was not stunned because he recognized Wang Yu. He was stunned because of Wang Yu's terrifying power. After all, Wang Yu was still wearing the Earth-Net Ghost Mask.

With a wave of his hand, he released the Lunar Yin Corpse and the Thunder Corpse.Dividing his divine sense, he controlled them to stay behind and slaughter the low level blood demons being raised here. His figure transformed into light and instantly cut off Zhao Shang's escape.

"Do not rush to leave, Brother Zhao Shang."

His vicious aura withdrew. The Earth-Net Ghost Mask faded from Wang Yu's face, revealing his handsome and elegant features, which immediately stirred Zhao Shang's memories.

Zhao Shang hissed a few times and continued running.

This time he moved slower than before. Wang Yu thought for a moment and followed closely. At the same time, the Heavenly Soul Sect's advanced divine sense technique activated once more.

Divine Sense Perception Link.

This allowed the two to overcome the barrier of language and communicate directly at the level of divine sense.

One of the weaknesses of blood demons was their frail soul. As long as they had their physical bodies it was somewhat manageable, but if they actively used blood-transformation abilities in battle, then with Wang Yu's current mastery of the Soul-Extinguishing Finger, he could kill them with a single strike.

After their divine senses linked, Wang Yu discovered that although Zhao Shang had grown significantly stronger and retained his rationality, he was enduring constant corrosion from the will of blood. This was a mental influence, yet not part of the Mind Dao.

Strictly speaking, it was a Blood Intent domain.

Mad and pure, uncontrollable. Because they were unable to dominate this power of intent, their flesh was instead influenced by it, mutating into this twisted form of blood and flesh.

Which in turn clouded their intelligence. One link pulling another, tightly interwoven.

Therefore, even with divine sense perception link and the ability to understand what Zhao Shang wished to express, there was still a vague haze. Wang Yu could even perceive faint outlines of the blood intent domain through Zhao Shang's divine sense.

Most of its mysteries were incomprehensible to him. Yet there was one thread of murderous blood intent that suited his taste perfectly. It was an ideal reference material for his own Asura Killing Heart.

Thus.

While demon Zhao Shang repeatedly expressed "follow me, follow me," the black ice prison rose and forcibly trapped him in place.

Wang Yu sat down cross-legged without the slightest hesitation, as if he had encountered a rare treasure. He had no intention of letting this special individual leave, for Zhao Shang had brought him an unexpected opportunity.

He began comprehending on the spot.

Zhao Shang silently froze.

His years had been beyond miserable. His rationality came and went, and he had no sense of how much time had passed. After realizing this powerful figure was Wang Yu, he immediately gave rise to a desire for release and wanted to lead him to the demonic breeding ground the Feng Clan of the Secluded Valley had set up here.

Yes, a breeding ground.

After he accidentally escaped into the Blood Abyss, this unlucky fool did not dare to venture too deep. His original activity range was near the gorge entrance. Later, during the previous trial of the Valley's Feng Clan, he was intentionally not allowed to leave and was captured alive.

Using a special secret art, they helped him maintain his rationality and, once he mutated into a blood demon, he became one of the breeding ground's managers.

The demonic cave had been swept clean for years. No one came here anymore. It was fortune and misfortune both that he ran into someone like Wang Yu, who insisted on coming here to take a look.

No matter how Zhao Shang roared, Wang Yu remained immovable like a mountain.

Blood mist gradually rose from Wang Yu’s body, lingering around him. It resembled blood demon power but was entirely different. It was the tangible Killing Intent derived from his Asura Killing Heart.

He advanced even further.

From the size of a fist, it grew to envelop his body. From there it expanded outward for hundreds or even thousands of meters, forming a sea of blood made of killing intent, with an Asura of sin standing within it.

With a single glance, Zhao Shang trembled violently. It felt like the despair of facing death's gaze.

As time passed, the killing intent ocean created by Wang Yu expanded rapidly. Zhao Shang, however, felt his rationality growing clearer and was gradually freed from endless torment.

Several days later, at the moment Wang Yu stood up, the pressure and blood mist formed by his tangible killing intent flowed back into him like time reversing.

At this moment.

The Lesser Asura Killing Fist stepped into perfected completion.

From now on, if he wished to elevate its power further, there were only two methods. The first was to raise his Mind Dao realm and expand his Mind capacity. The second was to deepen the level of his Asura Killing Heart. The simplest method was to slaughter myriad living beings or refine slaughter-type treasures to absorb and comprehend the killing intent of others.

Either method could increase the power of this killing fist. Its nature leaned toward the mind and yin attributes and could also be driven by the Ten-Directions Frozen Demon Fist.

This breakthrough alone saved him more than ten years of hard cultivation.

And it unexpectedly helped Zhao Shang maintain clarity, although this was merely a temporary fix. As a blood demon, he would eventually be eroded again by the endless Blood Intent domain.

After all, Wang Yu had only absorbed and comprehended the part related to killing.

"Blood Abyss Sacred Land truly deserves its reputation as a sacred land of cultivation."

Sighing a little.

Wang Yu finally shifted his attention onto Zhao Shang. The corner of his mouth lifted, forming a smile curve that Zhao Shang knew far too well. Zhao Shang felt his mind turn cold all at once.

Before he fled the Exalted Sect, he had deliberately sent that bastard Su Qingshan to Blackbone Mountain. The result did not need to be guessed.

One only had to look at Wang Yu’s current strength to understand a little.

Zhao Shang let out an awkward laugh. His ferocious face showed a trace of embarrassment. “Brother Wang, about the situation here, I think you should know. It is like this.”

Next.

He told Wang Yu everything about the demonic breeding grounds, leaving nothing out, and also explained how many strong cultivators of the Feng Clan of Secluded Valley were stationed here.

“Brother Wang, those two female cultivators you crushed several days ago were also from the Feng Clan. They likely went to look for reinforcements. We cannot stay here any longer.”

“No problem.”

Wang Yu did not intend to say much to Zhao Shang. After confirming that Zhao Shang’s rationality had mostly recovered, several black paper boats flew out from between Wang Yu’s brows.

He and Zhao Shang had a grudge after all.

Soul-Gouging Evil Boat Curse: Soul Search.

With a spiritual sense gap far beyond imagination, Zhao Shang’s memories were like a naked prostitute. Anyone could enjoy them.

The restored portions of Zhao Shang’s rationality even adjusted the clarity of these memory images from 720p to 4K resolution. They were crystal clear.

All of Zhao Shang’s experiences from these past years flooded into Wang Yu’s mind. Besides the ten-thousand-spirit blood essence opportunity contained in the demonic breeding grounds, there were other treasures hidden here.

A treasure capable of creating demons.

As expected, he did not tell the truth. He said one and hid two. “I, Wang, am no longer the ignorant child of the past, and this place is not under the Exalted Sect’s jurisdiction.”

Wang Yu sneered repeatedly. With one slap, he turned Zhao Shang into a mist of blood and collected Zhao Shang’s drop of Myriad Spirit Blood Essence into the ice coffin.

Not far away, the Two Corpses had already slaughtered all the demons here.

The Thunder Corpse sent over a lightning cauldron. More Myriad Spirit Blood Essence poured into the ice coffin, nearly filling it.

This amount was enough to fuel one of his cultivation sessions.

According to Zhao Shang’s memories, the Feng Clan of Secluded Valley had not left many experts here. Only three, but each one was a ruthless cultivator at the peak of Core Formation.

They had stayed in this Blood Abyss Sacred Land for two hundred years. When this round of training ended, they would be replaced by the new arrivals. After all, they were already five hundred years old and had to consider the matter of condensing a Nascent Soul.

The struggle over the Blood Infant Fruits deep within the Blood Abyss Sacred Land was always extremely intense. How many would survive in the end remained unknown.

These people did not focus their minds on managing this place.

Because of this, they only left behind a dozen controlled blood demonic humans to govern their kin. The Twin sisters of Secluded Valley should have been coming to take over this matter.

Wang Yu had spent several days perfecting the Lesser Asura Killing Fist. If the other side held any grudge, they should have gathered enough manpower by now.

He put the Earth-Net Ghost Mask back on, causing a dim yellow radiance to rise again.

At the same time.

Outside the demonic cavern, the two Secluded Valley sisters had summoned all the previous-generation geniuses of their clan. Their tone was stern.

“This man is likely someone from Yellow Springs Monastery. His exact strength is unknown, yet he easily defeated me and my sister. This means he possesses at least late Core Formation strength.

“Uncles, do any of you have confidence?”

A middle-aged cultivator with a white beard and faintly blood-colored eyes felt displeased at the younger generation questioning him.

“A mere thief from Yellow Springs Monastery dares covet the treasure land arranged by our Feng Clan. Since you two sisters could not dispose of him, then listen to our commands.”

Another man had the same attitude.

“We failed to beat Zuo Qiunye two hundred years ago. This time we hold the advantage. We do not have time to waste. Quickly resolve this.”

The last person seemed slightly more courteous. He asked the sisters, “Has Zuo Qiunye formed a Nascent Soul?”

The sisters exchanged glances. They wanted to warn these elders not to be careless, but after thinking again, they remembered that these three had survived the Blood Infant Fruit struggle two hundred years ago.

If they escaped alive back then, they must have some skill. Since the sisters managed to flee from a Yellow Springs cultivator, there was no reason the elders could not escape too.

Careless then. Let them be careless.

When speaking of the name Zuo Qiunye, the two sisters shook their heads.

“We have not heard anything. Perhaps he failed his breakthrough.”

“Or perhaps he succeeded but did not publicly announce it. That is also possible.”

How was this any different from saying nothing?

The elder frowned, wanting to ask more, but the other two could no longer wait.

“Feng Yan, that is enough.

“Quickly dispose of this fiend. The Wei Clan heroes are still waiting for us at the Sea of Blood Demons. If we miss the timing, when will we ever truly touch the Nascent Soul realm?”

“Fine.”

With the matter said to this extent, further delay would be inappropriate. Compared to their old rival, their personal opportunities were more important.

“Let us go. Enter together.”

The five-person team reentered the demonic cavern and advanced underground.

[T/N:- Heart-Mind will be translated to just Mind from now]