Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 338

Seeing his figure depart, one of the Barbarian Ghost cultivators could not help but say.

“This Wei Hao is ridiculously generous when he makes a move. He might be carrying even more supreme grade spirit pills. Why do we not just kill him and split the gains among ourselves?”

The leading young man shook his head.

“This person wears a mask and hides his face. He could be troublesome. However… Xie Xie’an is with us right now. Just say that this person was Ding Ming and let him go test his strength.

“Whoever wants to go can follow secretly. If there is a chance, kill them all together. I am carrying a task entrusted by His Highness, so it is inconvenient for me to leave.”

After speaking, his figure descended into the buildings of the Shattered Rock Archipelago.

The remaining Barbarian Ghost cultivators looked at each other.

“I will go.”

“Count me in.”

“I am going too.”Greed stirred by wealth, nothing more than that.

Moments later, a youth with gray hair and white pupils, his entire body hidden beneath a black robe as if unable to see the light, flew out from a pavilion behind them.

Beneath the robe seemed to be endless wronged souls and vicious ghosts, dense ghostly mist lifting him as he hovered in the air. This person was none other than Xie Xie’an. It was a coincidence.

Barbarian Ghost Peak and Evil God Peak were ranked eighth and ninth among the Exalted Sect’s many peaks. Naturally, they banded together for warmth and to sweep away corruption.

As for the result.

The ninth peak was still exploited heavily. In fact, the one secretly embezzling the most benefits was Barbarian Ghost Peak. In the name of sweeping away corruption, even resources and ancestral assets were swept away as well.

Whether this was good or bad was hard to say.

The way the two interacted was like the ninth peak paying protection fees to the eighth, continuing to supply soul path geniuses to it. Otherwise, even maintaining an orderly inheritance would be difficult.

Even so, it was declining by the day.

Being able to produce someone like Xie Xie’an was already a matter of luck.

“Senior brother, was it truly Ding Ming who came? Why did he come, and why was he not stopped? He is only at early Core Formation…”

A barrage of questions made the man impatient.

“Junior Brother Xie, why ask so much? Just tell me whether you are going or not.”

Barbarian Ghost cultivators had always treated Evil God cultivators with the attitude reserved for beggars. He was already used to it.

However, Xie Xie’an was not a fool. How could he easily believe words riddled with holes.

Seeing that this person had no intention of explaining, he concluded that it was not Ding Ming. As for the complete inheritance of the Rakshasa True Demon Scripture, aside from his master, the Evil God Peak Master.

Only late stage Nascent Soul cultivators of the Sect were qualified to know of it. Such an arrangement was likely a deliberate test by Zhou Lingjun, the direct disciple of Barbarian Ghost Peak, who had sensed something.

Thinking this in his heart.

Xie Xie’an suddenly smiled and said, “Since senior brothers are in a hurry, then please go first. My cultivation is shallow, so I will not join in the excitement.”

With that, he turned around and flew back into the pavilion.

This caused the others to curse inwardly, yet they did not know how to persuade him.

“Forget it. If we delay any longer, that person will be far away. Let us go kill him first. Once he falls into our hands, we will definitely let him know the pleasures of being a man.”

Xie Xie’an: …

He had deliberately set up a smokescreen to let these barbarians take the lead. He did not expect to hear such a shocking statement.

Body Refiners were like this. Their qi and blood were abundant, their primal yang vigorous.

Their desires in that regard were also stronger than ordinary people. This was only the Barbarian Ghost Dao, which fused part of the profound mysteries of body refinement. If they were pure body refiners, their needs in this aspect would be even greater.

Because they were addicted to tempering themselves, they also showed chivalrous warmth toward those of the same path, holding them in especially high regard.

In the cultivation world, those fond of male love often came from this path.

“You are already in danger.”

Xie Xie’an felt pity for that never before seen “Ding Ming”. Although he was certain this was a test by the Barbarian Ghost direct disciples, he did indeed harbor an obsession. Since entering the Blood Abyss, he had been searching for Ding Ming.

He had even sent his subordinates out to inquire about news of this person. Even if most of the information was false, he was unwilling to miss it.

The thinking was the same as “since I am already here”.

This was the obsession of the Evil God Peak direct lineage.

…

…

Near the Shattered Rock Archipelago, Wang Yu was standing atop a peculiar reef. This reef was shaped like a sharp blade, thrusting toward the sky, straight as bamboo, rising more than a hundred meters above the blood sea.

At this moment, Wang Yu was craning his neck to look back, muttering under his breath.

“How strange. These Barbarian Ghost cultivators are like gentlemen from Taihu, believing whatever they are told.

“What a pity. No extra income.”

He could not help but feel regretful. It was rare to encounter fellow disciples who did not harbor murderous, treasure seizing intentions. It felt somewhat uncomfortable.

He had wasted that overpriced supreme grade spirit pill.

“A small loss, forget it, forget it.”

Just as he was comforting himself and preparing to leave, a clear reaction came from the edge of his divine sense perception.

They still came.

It seemed that fate would not allow him to suffer losses.

Dragging his escape speed slightly slower, Wang Yu continued flying into the distance. This made the three Barbarian Ghost cultivators gradually catching up feel delighted.

“Hahaha, truly a windfall from the heavens. This man did not even run far.”

“Indeed, indeed. It is destined that we get rich.”

“Fellow Daoist, please stay your steps.”

In the blink of an eye.

The three suddenly accelerated, forming a triangular formation to surround Wang Yu. The leading burly man said.

“Surnamed Wei, the spirit pills you gave us have problems. Come back to the Shattered Rock Archipelago with us.”

Wang Yu cast a subtle glance toward the high sky to his right, feeling slightly puzzled. There is still one more hiding.

But he said aloud, “Alchemist Duolong already checked them. How could there be a problem.”

“I say there is, then there is. Come back with us.”

“The person I was trading with has not arrived. What does that have to do with you. Are you trying to rob me outright.”

“Heh heh.

“So what if we are. Barbarian Ghost Shaking Mountain.”

As he spoke.

The seemingly reckless burly man suddenly launched a sneak attack.

As soon as the Barbarian Ghost Technique was activated, a three zhang tall ghost deity with black skin, a blue face, and a huge fanged mouth came crashing in shoulder first, carrying a ferocious momentum that seemed capable of shattering mountains.

“Good timing.”

Wang Yu’s eyes shone brightly. Aside from back in his Qi Refining days, when he had once directly competed in physical strength with that meat mountain young lady from the Xu Residence, he had rarely encountered close combat that truly suited his tastes in later battles.

It felt like possessing peerless martial strength yet living in a peaceful age, an undeniable regret.

He could only obediently rely on divine abilities and techniques.

Still, fellow disciples from Barbarian Ghost Peak were truly satisfying to fight. Wang Yu simply turned sideways and charged forward as well, using only the Mountain Hurling Divine Strength and the immense brute force granted by the Corpse Demon Bones.

“Puchi.”

The seven feet tall human collided with the three zhang Barbarian Ghost. The latter was pierced straight through, like thin paper, its Barbarian Ghost Body shattered by the impact.

It was like a stone smashing into tofu, destroying everything inside completely.

The burly man never imagined that there could be a cultivator with such a terrifying physique, who would engage in this kind of grotesque game.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere. Broken bones scattered in all directions.

From the rain of blood filling the sky, Wang Yu casually scooped up the Golden Core, crushed the soul and extinguished the spirit, and stuffed it into his ring in one smooth, flowing motion.

Lowering his stance, he spun and kicked. A vivid and lifelike Nether Demonic Dragon swept from left to right, kicking all remaining targets into minced meat.

The Lunar Yin Nurturing Corpse Coffin hurriedly opened its lid, expanding to its maximum size, rushing about to collect the nutrient rich chunks of flesh.

Merely two early Core Formation cultivators and one mid Core Formation cultivator.

They were utterly no match for Wang Yu. This horrifying scene made Xie Xie'an, who was secretly observing, cry out in misery in his heart.

This was Ding Ming. Even if one’s eyes were blinded by urine, one should not be this blind. This really got someone killed.

Just as he turned to leave, a bloody aura came from behind and to the side, the sound like a whisper calling for his life.

“Daoist friend, sneaking about like this. Are you planning to harm me.”

Xie Xie'an turned his head and forced an ugly smile. He quickly removed his hood, revealed his true appearance, and bowed respectfully.

“I am Xie Xie'an, a true disciple of Evil God Peak. I ask this senior brother to spare my life. I have a bit of modest wealth here, please accept it with a smile.”

Wang Yu was momentarily stunned. He had actually seen Xie Xie'an appearance in a recording stone before, but after so much time and no direct contact, he had somewhat forgotten.

His hands behind his back relaxed slightly. The Yellow Springs Demonic Sword floated back from behind Xie Xie'an and returned to Wang Yu’s qi sea.

“Gulp.”

Seeing this.

Xie Xie'an lowered his head even more, swallowing repeatedly in extreme nervousness. He knew very well that life and death were entirely in this man’s hands, and he deeply regretted it. Obsession truly harmed people.

Wang Yu, however, was thinking about something else. He could not help but raise his head to glance at the blood colored clouds unique to the Blood Abyss Sacred Land, suspecting whether some ancient monster of the sect was hiding within them.

The reason this thought arose was partly because the situation was too coincidental.

On the other hand.

There was also the issue of the Rakshasa True Demon Scripture. Although the sect’s Nascent Soul cultivators had not personally participated, he could still sense an invisible giant hand manipulating things from the shadows.

The other party clearly hoped that this demonic scripture could be restored to completeness within the Blood Abyss Sacred Land, which aligned with his earlier speculation when he spoke to Ding Ming across space.

However, those words had actually been deception spoken by Zhuo Shouyun to set a trap, with zero credibility.

Thinking this way again caused delusions to arise in Wang Yu’s mind.

It was often said that mixing truth with lies was the easiest way to deceive people.

Then among the intelligence Zhuo Shouyun used to set up his scheme, there must have been some genuine hidden truths mixed in. It was impossible not to think carefully.

That feeling of treading on thin ice was truly unpleasant.

At this moment.

Xie Xie'an cautiously raised his head. Seeing Wang Yu deep in thought, his heart grew even more anxious, and he tried to add a few more bargaining chips for his life.

“Senior brother, Barbarian Ghost Peak has a secret in the Shattered Rock Archipelago. It is priceless. I wonder if senior brother might be interested.”

Silence.

“Senior brother, I know the secrets of the Corrosion Yin Hall. I have heard that the Blood Slaughter Stone Stele has appeared this time. Many fellow disciples have already gone to try their luck. I have a method.”

“Be quiet.”

After being sharply rebuked.

Xie Xie'an immediately shut his mouth, only to see Wang Yu take out a divine sense jade slip and toss it over.

“This is the lower half of the Rakshasa True Demon Scripture personally recorded by Ding Ming. I will also give you a piece of news along with it.”

Xie Xie'an’s pupils shook violently. He stared at the divine sense jade slip in his hand in disbelief, unable to believe that the thing he had longed for day and night had come into his hands so easily.

He wanted to ask something, but found that he could not utter a single word.

Wang Yu stepped closer and transmitted his voice through divine sense at close range.

“The life-bound spirit treasure of the ancient Rakshasa Demon Venerable. The Rakshasa Heavenly Demon Bell has already been taken by Zhuo Shouyun. If you want to inherit the complete legacy of the ancient venerable, there is still something to fight for.”

Between him and Xie Xie'an, Wang Yu privately believed there was no personal enmity.

Even if there was, it was between Cold Blood Peak and Evil God Peak, starting from asset annexation. Other peaks had done the same. If one insisted on calling it hatred, then everyone had hatred.

If everyone had hatred, then it was equivalent to having none.

Xie Xie'an’s prejudice against Wang Yu when he was the Jade Spirit City Lord, choosing not to stay there, was understandable.

As for the matter of the Eastern Extreme Capital ruins, from beginning to end he had never actually caused Wang Yu any trouble. From this, one could see some clues about his character and how he handled affairs.

Since that was the case, he might as well give him a massive favor.

It also went along with the wishes of that old fellow lurking in the shadows.