Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation Chapter 42

"Kill!"

Wang Yu changed his hand seal. Countless sharp ice spikes pierced through the entire ice coffin, turning it into a sea urchin. No matter how strong Xu Jiaojiao was, she was still made of flesh and blood.

This was a perfected high-grade spell. Its power had nearly reached the peak of what a Qi Refining cultivator could unleash. If the Ice Coffin Curse weren't a support-type spell instead of a pure offensive technique, this could have ended in an instant kill.

Having spent more than half of his spiritual energy, Wang Yu quickly swallowed a supreme-grade Spirit Recovery Pill. Over the past six months, he had also participated in pill trades and had accumulated several bottles of first-rank supreme-grade pills.

The recovery speed was astonishing. In just a few breaths, all his lost spiritual energy had been replenished.

This was the terrifying advantage of supreme-grade Spirit Recovery Pills. Their medicinal properties were gentle, easily refined, and the excess energy would continue to provide spiritual recovery for the next half hour.

At this moment, Xu Jiaojiao's body was riddled with holes. However, the fatal areas like her head and heart had all been avoided, so the ice spikes hadn't killed her instantly.

"Wang Yu, I want you dead!"

Boom—

In the next moment, under Wang Yu’s shocked gaze, Xu Jiaojiao's massive body began to shrink. From her wounds and facial orifices, streams of black smoke shaped like ghost faces emerged, revealing themselves to be malevolent ghost souls she had swallowed earlier.

Though similar to the ghost-controlling methods of Five Yin Peak, this was fundamentally different. Her fat body rapidly shriveled to the other extreme, her skin clinging to bone, emaciated like a mummified corpse.

Those ghost-face black fumes once again wrapped around Xu Jiaojiao's body, forming a floating black armor. She charged head-on toward Wang Yu.

Her techniques were diverse and unpredictable, completely beyond Wang Yu’s expectations. He hadn’t thought that a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator could have such a variety of skills.

He immediately activated the Ice Shield Technique, trying to block Xu Jiaojiao’s assault.

But her shoulder trembled, and a barbaric ghost from Mountain Fiend Peak manifested, forming the character "Mountain." With a violent ram, the ice shield exploded, sending fragments flying in every direction.

It was the high-grade spell Mountain-Crushing Slam, inherited from Barbarian Ghost Peak!

Using spiritual energy to propel himself backward on one arm, Wang Yu opened some distance. His movement technique was extraordinary, dodging Xu Jiaojiao's charge by closely skimming past her body—dangerous, but flawless.

It looked like he was barely coping, but in fact, he was completely in control. Even without using the Nine-illusory Technique, his Illusory Step was more than enough to deal with any combat situation during the Qi Refining stage.

As Xu Jiaojiao slammed into the ground, smoke and dust billowed up, rocks and soil flying everywhere. Wang Yu quickly thought of a way to break the stalemate.

He had already used all the spells he knew. He could suppress her but not land a decisive blow. This real combat made him realize his shortcomings.

Fortunately, this was happening within the sect. If it became too dangerous, he could simply flee to a populated area to escape the crisis. That alone was a relief.

But he didn’t want to escape. With his departure from the sect approaching, there was a real possibility that Zhao Shang might personally come after him. If he could defeat Xu Jiaojiao, who was at the eighth layer of Qi Refining, it would prove that he had the strength to stand against Zhao Shang. That would be tremendously significant.

As he was thinking, Wang Yu suddenly looked down in shock.

Two dark iron chains broke through the ground and tightly bound his legs.

“A high-grade magical tool?”

In a flash, Xu Jiaojiao attacked again. Her shriveled face showed a victorious smile.

"Surprised? Did you really think your pitiful skill as a Spirit Slave could compare to this young lady’s combat techniques?"

Boom—

Xu Jiaojiao once more launched the Mountain-Crushing Slam, charging at him with unstoppable momentum.

This time, Wang Yu used the Ice Coffin Curse to encase himself in a protective ice coffin, rather than imprisoning his opponent.

In the next instant, the two collided.

The incredibly hard ice crystal from the Ice Coffin Curse held strong. Xu Jiaojiao's Mountain-Crushing Slam, far from perfected, exhausted her strength and only managed to leave deep cracks on one side of the coffin.

He had blocked it!

Before Wang Yu could catch his breath, the ghost armor on Xu Jiaojiao’s body suddenly transformed into a massive demonic ghost head. Its bloody mouth opened wide and bit down toward him.

Crack, crack, crack.

The ice coffin held for only three breaths before shattering completely. Wang Yu fell backward, but his legs were bound in place by chains. The giant ghost mouth clamped shut on his chest—barely missing him.

Just half a foot more, and he would have been bitten in two.

The more dangerous the situation, the calmer Wang Yu became. The ghost armor on Xu Jiaojiao’s body was not endless. After it turned into the giant ghost head, the black smoke around her had already dissipated.

Wang Yu seized the chance and lunged forward. His body sprang up like a coiled spring.

His right hand was covered with yin and corpse energy, causing his fingernails to grow longer in an instant. One claw strike aimed straight for the heart.

Wang Yu, who possessed fragments of a Corpse Demonic Bone, had the traits of a zombie—unbelievable strength. But no one knew this. Xu Jiaojiao, confident in her body-tempering techniques from the Barbaric Ghost Peak, did not dodge.

Instead, she struck back with a palm of her own, clashing directly with Wang Yu.

The next instant, her expression twisted in shock and horror. Upon impact, her right arm bent a full one hundred eighty degrees backward. Wang Yu grabbed her wrist tightly and yanked her in.

A violent headbutt followed.

Wang Yu's iron skull smashed into her forehead. Xu Jiaojiao was nearly knocked unconscious. At that moment, her right hand loosened, and his fierce claw pierced straight through her chest.

A small heart, slick with thick black blood, appeared in Wang Yu’s hand.

Xu Jiaojiao, now hanging limply from his arm, coughed up blood repeatedly.

The massive ghost head in midair rapidly weakened and dissolved into black smoke with ghostly faces, wailing as they dispersed.

"You... you win."

With those final words, Xu Jiaojiao’s vitality was cut off. The malicious ghosts connected to her life force vanished as well.

Wang Yu’s eyes held a complicated expression as he stored her corpse into a storage pouch. The high-grade magical chain coiled around his feet was also a trophy, so he packed it away too.

Killing Xu Jiaojiao meant that his relationship with Deacon Xu had become one of deep vengeance—he had slain the Deacon’s daughter. Though Deacon Xu was currently detained by the Law Enforcement Hall, he would eventually be released.

After all, He was the victim. No matter how domineering the Blood Reversal Sect was, they wouldn’t kill him over this. At most, they would imprison him for a while. The sect’s rules and order were fundamentally created to serve the upper echelons, who would uphold them.

They wouldn’t allow the law to lose its authority over petty gains.

Still, for Wang Yu, this meant he had gained a powerful enemy at the Foundation Establishment stage—not good news. Leaving the sect had become a necessity.

With this in mind, Wang Yu examined Xu Jiaojiao’s storage pouch while heading toward the agreed meeting point.

That inner disciple from Corpse Peak had betrayed him, and it was time to confront them properly.

While checking the contents of Xu Jiaojiao’s pouch, he found many ordinary items. There were nearly two thousand spirit stones and a large variety of pills—she was definitely a wealthy cultivator.

There were also several jade slips and magical tools, detailing control methods and effects.

The high-grade magical tool: Nether Spirit Iron Chain, had the ability to divide and bind. It could extend up to one hundred meters and split into three chains. It also had a slight suppressive effect on spiritual energy.

From Wang Yu’s personal experience, the spiritual suppression was negligible, but its binding power was exceptional.

Xu Jiaojiao, being highly aggressive, had paired extremely well with this high-grade tool. Now, it had become his spoils of war.

The remaining magical tools were weaker, mostly mid-grade.

There was a net and a whip—both useless to Wang Yu. He could later trade them at the Ice and Snow Pavilion.

Among all the spoils, one item caught Wang Yu’s particular interest.

It was a mysterious silk scroll.

Black parchment, blood-red characters—clearly a demonic artifact. Unfortunately, the text was written in ancient demonic script, which he could not read.