Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation Chapter 24

After leaving Tantai Chan's herb garden, Wang Yu felt somewhat lost. Technically, he could now choose to leave the Blood Reversal Sect, but between the Crimson Kite Demonic Domain and the Taihu Spiritual Domain lay deadly terrain and heavily guarded passes. As a mere Qi Refining cultivator, how could he possibly cross them?

In truth, relying on a powerful sect was the only way a cultivator with his kind of talent could continue to progress on the path of cultivation. Qi Refining realm cultivators lived for one hundred and fifty years. Ideally, one should break through to Foundation Establishment before turning one hundred.

Back then, he had burned ten years of lifespan. According to the theory of blood and qi, the younger the body, the more vigorous the energy. It wasn’t cut from the end but from the front.

For Wang Yu, this meant his effective time limit was before the age of ninety. He still had seventy-three years to prepare, which should be enough.

“Cold Blood Pill…”

On the way out of the Evil God Alley, Wang Yu blended into the crowd of disciples and headed toward the Cold Blood Quarter.

His heart stirred slightly, for he discovered a change in his idle slots.

[Idle Slot 3: None]

This change delighted him. By this logic, once he broke through to the late stage of Qi Refining, a fourth slot would appear. At this rate, Foundation Establishment seemed close. Even Core Formation might not be out of reach.

[Idle Slot 3: Cold Blood Technique]

"Cold Blood Technique (51/100): 56 session per day, master in half a year."

Compared to half a year ago, the progress bar had increased by half, and the number of daily practice cycles had significantly grown. These were hidden benefits brought about by his cultivation breakthrough and expanded meridians.

The cold and yin spiritual power now flowed throughout his body. His physique was steadily strengthening, especially his blood, which was becoming thicker and colder. This was extremely compatible with the Corpse Demon Secret Technique, which required the cultivation of “Heavenly Yin Blood.”

Even with two Idle Slots working simultaneously, the next breakthrough would still take eight more years. He needed external assistance now. The Idle Slots alone were no longer enough.

After some thought, he decided to assign something else.

[Idle Slot 3: Cold Blood Pill]

"Cold Blood Pill (0/100): Twelve refinings per day, master in half a year."

This move was actually to strengthen Wang Yu’s proficiency in a single pill recipe, closely tied to his alchemy skills.

A year from now, once he perfected the Cold Chi Alchemy Technique and mastered the Cold Blood Pill, he could refine it himself with almost zero chance of failure.

As a technique-linked exclusive pill recipe, its benefits to cultivation were certainly extraordinary and worth the investment.

His next goal was to spend the year gathering two full sets of medicinal ingredients and solving problems related to pill furnaces, the ground-fire chamber, and more.

Upon arriving at the Cold Blood Quarter, Wang Yu walked directly into the Ice and Snow Pavilion.

As expected, Zhao Shang was seated in his usual spot, and his voice rang out from afar.

"Junior Brother Wang, it's been half a year. You've changed quite a bit. Congratulations."

"I simply rested and alleviated some qi and blood deficiency. Senior Brother Zhao, I trust you’ve been well."

The two exchanged formal pleasantries, but Zhao Shang’s tone carried amusement.

"Junior Brother, you were gone for half a year. The spot in Ice and Snow Pavilion is quite valuable. I couldn't bear to let it go to waste."

"So I temporarily rented it out to an inner disciple at late-stage Qi Refining. You don't mind, do you?"

Wang Yu: “……”

Late-stage Qi Refining. Inner disciple.

With those two conditions alone, how could he possibly get it back? It was truly disgusting. Recalling how six months ago he had learned that this man secretly sold Room 29 of the Essence Qi Chamber, several vile schemes surfaced in his mind.

"Senior Brother Zhao, I was out on assignment. What you did seems… inappropriate."

Zhao Shang narrowed his eyes slightly. He dared act this way for a reason.

First, because Wang Yu’s cultivation was too low and his spiritual roots were wasted. There was practically no chance for him to rise on his own. He could only rely on external help.

Second, last time Fatty Duan brought someone over. Although he clearly stated that Wang Yu was personally assigned by True Disciple Su, Duan Ping still hinted both directly and indirectly that he was giving Wang Yu a hard time.

He wasn’t afraid, so why should Zhao Shang be?

Wang Yu had no direct access to True Disciple Su anyway, so what if he forcibly took over the place? As long as it could be justified on the surface, it was fine. It just needed to appear as a Qi Refining late-stage aura release, a subtle warning for him to show more respect.

“Wang Yu, I’m helping you generate income. Inner sect seniors aren’t occupying your room for free. This is rental payment, paid annually.”

The next instant, a black shadow was tossed toward him. Wang Yu quickly stepped back to dodge.

Seeing that it was a single spirit stone bouncing across the ground, he almost burst out laughing in anger. What was this, giving handouts to a beggar?

“Fine, fine, fine...

“Senior Brother Zhao, your methods are brilliant. I admit defeat.”

Wang Yu didn’t retaliate with harsh words. He didn’t even have the mood to go upstairs and argue. He simply turned around and left the Ice and Snow Tower.

Just wait.

True Disciple Su had invested in him with the Corpse Demon Secret Technique, one thousand contribution points, the promised second-rank Ice Arm of the Corpse, and an Outer Sect Disciple Token.

To a true disciple, all of this was just the benefits that leak from between their fingers. But the frequency was high, and it was clear there was intent to cultivate him.

Zhao Shang was unaware of this, and Fatty Duan would never tell him.

If True Disciple Su ever came looking for Wang Yu and found him missing, Zhao Shang would be the one in trouble. That greedy fool would deserve the disaster.

The Essence Qi Chamber didn’t mean much to Wang Yu. After all, his talent was shockingly poor. While a normal three spiritual root cultivator could gain great benefits, he could only go from “1” to “1.01”—more useless than chicken ribs.

Losing it wasn’t a big deal.

Once he calmed down and organized his thoughts, he recalled all the information he had learned at the Tantai's medicine herb garden and decided to apply at the Xu Clan’s Pill Shop.

His Cold Flood Dragon Alchemy Technique had been idle for around two months.

[Idle Slot 2: Cold Chi Alchemy Technique (Incomplete Method)]

Cold Chi Alchemy Technique (16/100): 12 session per day, master in 10 months.

This level meant he had already reached the introductory stage. He could now try refining pills. He had learned the Fire Control Hand Technique and the Pill Condensing Seal, and even gained practical experience with them.

Even if not applying as a full alchemist, working as a furnace attendant would be no issue. The Xu Clan’s Pill Shop would not open for another two months, so there was still time to observe and learn.

Glancing back at Cold Blood Quarter, Wang Yu walked away leisurely, showing none of the anger he had felt earlier.

Evil God Lane.

This place was a chaotic mix of disciples from all nine peaks, with overlapping and complex backgrounds that were hard to sort out.

Wang Yu had a Black Blood Disciple Token, so housing was not a concern. Each lane had designated areas with standard cave dwellings for ordinary living.

After all, this was within the sect. Any vacant cave in the Ten Blood Reversal Squares could be freely occupied. After spending the night there—

The next day.

Considering that he was not the only one cultivating the Cold Blood Technique on Cold Blood Peak, he left to check various stores to see if any had finished Cold Blood Pills for sale, and also to gather the relevant herbs.

This search turned out to be extremely fruitful.

At the Treasure Pill Pavilion run by the sect’s Alchemy Hall, he successfully found a large quantity of herbs and the pills themselves.

“How much is this?”

The attendant behind the counter was likely an official disciple of the Alchemy Hall. If Wang Yu wanted, he could join after passing the assessment. Once accepted into such a department, there would be a “base salary,” which was completely different from that of regular disciples.

“Lower-grade Cold Blood Pill, three hundred spirit stones.”

“Middle-grade Cold Blood Pill, four hundred spirit stones.”

“Upper-grade Cold Blood Pill, five hundred spirit stones.”