Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation Chapter 12

“Heavenly Yin Blood... Corpse Demon Bones...”

Wang Yu rubbed his temples, feeling a deep headache coming on. The "Heavenly Yin" here wasn’t referring to the pure yin radiance of the moon, but to a secondary-grade yin spiritual energy. As for corpse qi, that could only be found in mass graves or emanating from actual corpses or zombies.

The external environment was completely unsuitable.

He couldn’t cultivate the technique at all—at most, he could only comprehend it in theory.

No wonder True Disciple Su and Steward Duan had such confidence in him. It now made sense that the system’s Idle Slot could allow him to train for a minute at a time. Put plainly, this method was essentially transforming his body using yin and corpse qi.

The secret technique merely served as a guide to prevent the practitioner from dying suddenly—or worse, mutating into an actual zombie.

“With the environment lacking, I guess I can only rely on the Idle Slot Panel to fulfill the prerequisites.”

The Idle Slot had always been a substitute cultivation method. For instance, the Ice Sword Technique was a purely magical spell. It granted him full comprehension, practical experience, and even muscle memory.

The Blood-Burning Technique bestowed him with insight into the cultivation technique along with additional cultivation base, just as if he had trained it himself. Whether it was swinging an arm or flexing a finger, there was no difference whatsoever.

It leaned toward being a transformation-type secret technique. Reattaching severed limbs was just one part; bodily reconstruction was another.

This meant that as Wang Yu reached full comprehension, his body would undergo a parallel transformation. This theory fit perfectly with the way the Idle Slot had always worked.

"A rare discovery of such a loophole!"

This realization was both good and bad. If he didn’t properly complete the technique, hidden defects would inevitably begin to surface. But if he used the Idle Slot to fill the gaps, it would have to be after his body was already fully transformed.

By that time, who knew what changes might occur? Not even Wang Yu himself could predict the outcome.

“Power...”

A glint of cold light flashed in his eyes. He decided to wait a bit longer. With just the current number of spirit slaves in the stone housing zone, turning the tables would be extremely difficult. He had to bring in more variables—more people.

And so he waited, ten more days passed.

It was now the 53rd day of his life as a spirit slave.

A fresh batch of newcomers arrived from the Taihu Spiritual Domain, trembling and anxious, just like he had once been. All of them possessed mixed or wasted spiritual roots, and their number had tripled—over three hundred in total.

It looked like a lot, but in truth, it was just a drop in the bucket.

Steward Liu had grown increasingly dominant within the ecosystem of spirit slaves. Wang Yu no longer had the freedom to recruit others like before. Any attempt would be blocked immediately.

Especially by the three who had caused the original incident, those who had their severed limbs reattached in time. They never took their eyes off him now.

Yes, Wang Yu's left hand had been completely destroyed. Yet those three instigators, thanks to timely treatment, had managed to keep both an arm and a leg. The irony was unbearable.

As long as they remained alive, Steward Duan, his one remaining backer—would have no authority. Who would willingly sacrifice their lifespan to help a powerless man gain a shot at becoming an outer sect disciple?

All the promises made before amounted to nothing more than empty words. No one believed them anymore.

And once the newcomers started attending lessons and mingling with other spirit slaves, they’d hear everything. Though they couldn’t solve the root problem, this new group could still help Wang Yu reestablish a foothold.

Time was of the essence, this couldn’t be delayed until the next day.

With that thought...

Late at night, when all was silent—

In the stone house zone, aside from the outer sect disciples standing guard, everyone else was already deep in sleep. The iron gate of Stone House #83 slowly creaked open.

These gates were mostly symbolic, used to contain pre-initiate spirit slaves. Once someone broke through to the first layer of Qi Training, a wisp of spiritual energy would be enough to bend the bars.

The gates were more symbolic than functional.

Besides, this was deep within the Blood Reversal Sect, at the base of Cold Blood Peak. Forget Qi Refining cultivators, even those at the Foundation Establishment or Core Formation stage would struggle to escape.

The stone house zone was like a humanoid spirit stone mine, tight on the outside, loose within. It wasn’t nearly as secure as one might imagine.

Wang Yu lifted the gate from the bottom and slipped out, keeping his body low.

His eyes flickered as he moved along the wall, swiftly arriving near the stone house where the three instigators lived.

With a single thought, his Ice Sword Technique—now at the perfected stage, could function beyond the rigid forms of the spell. To a certain extent, it could now adapt to Wang Yu’s will.

Finger-thick ice swords formed in an instant.

They swirled tightly in his palm, like a whirling winter gale—wild, elegant, and deadly.

In the blink of an eye, muffled squelch sounds echoed within the dark stone house.

Before even a single breath had passed, the house fell completely silent.

No heartbeat. No breath.

Nothing.

Wang Yu couldn't help but lift his head and glance up at the night sky.

It was a moonless night.

"Next."

The next morning.

As usual, an outer sect disciple responsible for distributing food passed by the front gate. He gave Wang Yu’s cage a casual kick and called out a few times.

“Hey, breakfast.”

Curled up in bed, Wang Yu, now aged and haggard, hair completely white, and missing an arm—hurried to get up, clearly wanting to explain something.

But the man delivering the food just spat on the ground in disgust.

“So it’s just some old bastard. What bad luck.”

Bang—

A not-too-hard but deliberate kick left a visible dent in the iron bars. The man swaggered away without a second glance.

Only then did Wang Yu return to normal, setting the cloth bag, stuffed with steamed buns and a water pouch, down at the head of his bed.

In the demonic path, strength is truth. But sometimes, leveraging the rules is also a perfectly valid tactic. Whether righteous or wicked, any faction will have its own rules.

No matter how broken they may be, they're still rules.

At its core, obeying the rules of the Blood Reversal Sect was equivalent to obeying the rules set by the Sect Master himself.

Plenty have tried to bend the rules for personal gain, but once caught and exposed, they’d be the ones to suffer the consequences.

Spirit slaves were considered the private property of Cold Blood Peak. Officially, they belonged to the Peak Master of Cold Blood Peak—that is, a Nascent Soul True Lord.

That Peak Master may not care about such petty gains, and so quietly handed over the management of these resources to a true disciple as a kind of “purse.” But if that unspoken understanding were ever broken and brought to light, whether for the sake of face or to uphold order, no one would let it slide.

To have the nerve to embezzle what belongs to a Nascent Soul cultivator—what’s next? Are you planning to take the Sect Master's seat too?

Wang Yu's method of exposing the corruption was crude, but it conveniently required a few deaths. So he chose these three, killing three birds with one stone.

Whether the accusations were true or not didn’t matter. The true disciple backing Steward Liu was currently in seclusion attempting to form a core and wouldn't be emerging anytime soon.

If someone could use “offending the Peak Master of Cold Blood Peak” as a pretext to strip that disciple of the right to inherit the Nascent Soul legacy, the other nine true disciples would absolutely go along with it.

Wang Yu merely took advantage of the situation and offered up a flimsy excuse.

Even if it didn’t hold up under scrutiny, the true disciples would understand that this was implicitly approved by the Peak Master himself. But the inner and outer disciples of Cold Blood Peak wouldn’t know that.

Whether the others chose a formal contest or used underhanded tactics to sabotage that disciple's Core Formation, as long as it could stop them from obtaining the inheritance, they would do it without hesitation.

As the saying goes: Those in the game are blinded; only the bystanders see clearly.

Wang Yu had picked an imperfect opening move, now it was up to the true disciples to decide whether to seize the opportunity and quietly join forces.

He had to admit, there was a gamble in his plan.

If it failed, he had already prepared an escape route, dragging Steward Duan down with him.

He might even pull Senior Brother Su, the so-called “Big Boss,” into the mess. If things got out of hand, Wang Yu would just be a pawn.

And naturally, people would start suspecting that someone more powerful was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Not long after, Chaos erupted in the Stone House district!