Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation Chapter 57

With the situation temporarily safe, Wang Yu took out his storage pouch and placed all the Xuan Essence Flowers together. Suddenly, he had gained the share of four late-stage Qi Refining cultivators.

First-rank Xuan Essence Flowers now totaled seven hundred.

Second-rank Xuan Essence Flowers now totaled fifty.

He used the pill-sealing method to preserve them, planning to wait until after breaking through to Qi Refining Sixth Layer, then use the effects of these flowers to quickly overcome the bottleneck and complete his second Spirit Refining.

At the moment, it was actually inconvenient to use them.

The nature of the Xuan Essence Flower was to cleanse and condense spiritual power, but the more it was refined, the less there was. Right now, his spiritual power cultivation was already more than halfway accumulated. Using it now would only make the breakthrough further away. Therefore, he would wait until breaking through to Qi Refining Sixth Layer.

By completing the second Spirit Refining in one go, he could rapidly advance to Qi Refining Seventh Layer. At that point, he could consume all the Xuan Essence Flowers to push his spiritual power toward transforming into True Essence liquid.

At present, his combat strength was abundant. In the Qi Refining stage, it was hard to find an opponent who could last a single exchange. He did not need to rush one or two layers of cultivation. His spiritual power reserves could also be supported by supreme-grade pills.

"Now that the trouble is resolved, it is time to explore this underground palace ruins."

[Idle Slot 3: Mysterious Yin Hand]

"Mysterious Yin Hand (0/100): Nine session a day, master in ten years."

A second-rank high-grade spell, yet it required ten years. One must know that all the high-grade spells Wang Yu had placed in Idle Slots so far, even though they were only first-rank, took at most three months. Suddenly encountering a ten-year requirement truly left him unable to keep a straight face.

After a moment of thought, he honestly put the Corpse Demon Secret Technique back in.

This secret technique was related to the happiness of his lower body. Like the Cold Blood Art, it was a first-priority Idle Slot technique.

Now that the secret technique had reached perfection, he had gained the ability to reattach severed limbs and obtained great strength, but also had to endure corresponding side effects.

A body like an ancient corpse.

His body was cold, emotions did not show, bodily sensations were lost, the second brother could not stand, and there was the occasional urge for bloodthirsty slaughter. The sacrifices were considerable.

It was estimated to take at least twenty years to recover. Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, he did not wish to remove the Corpse Demon Secret Technique.

As for the Mysterious Yin Hand, since he had Yin Marrow Liquid to aid him, he could attempt to practice it on his own, keeping only one portion of materials for refining the Cold Chi Pill.

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One incense stick later, Wang Yu did not rush to the top floor's Moon Condensation Palace. Instead, he stopped at the second-highest level of the stairs, where he found the Scripture Pavilion of this ancient sect's ruins.

In his eyes, no chance encounter or fortuitous opportunity was as attractive as a supreme-grade Foundation Establishment Pill formula. He wondered if there might be one here.

Because of the battle with Su Qingshan and the other four, he had been delayed. Now, there were already disciples of the Gu Poison Peak here. In total, there were three, all Qi Refining seventh layer cultivators.

The Scripture Pavilion here was a three-story building with flying eaves and carved beams. The corners were adorned with sculptures of rare and exotic beasts, and ancient, rusted bronze bells hung from them.

At the entrance, six crimson-purple dragon-patterned pillars supported a long corridor.

On a reclining chair lay a corpse in a gray robe patterned with a moon motif. In his hand was a palm-sized teapot, held in the posture of drinking tea.

This was the legendary Pavilion Guard. His death was so strange that it was clear the event had happened suddenly. There was no sign of any resistance. He had fallen in the blink of an eye, showing the strength of the enemy.

The problem was that along the entire way, Wang Yu had found no other corpses except this one.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the three fellow disciples on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

They were standing before a black stone stele, secretly observing Wang Yu as well. This connection made Wang Yu's heart sink.

The corpse showed no signs of being moved. Clearly, they too were waiting, waiting for some reckless newcomer. Wang Yu silently sneered, brushed his sleeve, and stepped straight into the Scripture Pavilion.

Sure enough, the three of them revealed expressions of disappointment.

Wang Yu stepped forward with a smile and said: "I wonder what the three of you are observing. Have you gained anything?"

"Hmph."

"What does it have to do with you."

One person spoke rudely, showing undisguised contempt toward Wang Yu.

"Eh, Junior Brother Wang, do not take it to heart. Zhang here is simply filled with resentment, it is not directed at you. Come and take a look at this ancient demonic script together."

At this moment, another cultivator dressed in emerald-green robes, wearing a jasper crown, and playing with two jade spheres in his hands, spoke to ease the tension and invited him to view the stone inscription.

Wang Yu stepped past the crowd and fixed his gaze on the black stone stele. As expected, it was recorded with blood characters in ancient demonic script, identical to the script on the mysterious silk scroll he obtained from Xu Jiaojiao.

The so-called Ancient Demonic Script was said to be a type of character closer to the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, possessing mysterious power. The "blood character" was merely the most widely spread variant among them.

At present, with such a blood character inscription appearing, no one could understand it.

Wang Yu had once intended to investigate it, but had never found the Idle Slot to do so. He originally planned to entrust the task to the Alchemist Association, but unfortunately, his situation with Zhao Shang had already reached the point of daggers drawn.

He had not expected to encounter it again in this underground palace ruin.

"Since a blood character stele was left here, this underground palace must have been left by a senior from the demonic path. That is certainly not good news for us."

They all understood the nature of the demonic path very well. This underground palace surely hid great dangers.

Wang Yu pondered and said: "Do you three know if the Crimson Kite Demonic Domain has any ancient demonic sects matching the appearance of this place?"

At this moment, the one who disliked him spoke again, his tone filled with disdain.

"How quickly demonic sects rise and fall. Judging from the scale of this underground palace, at most it belonged to a Core Formation sect. Forget searching through the ancient history of the demonic domain, even if you were well-versed in all ages, you would not guess what place this is."

Wang Yu’s expression instantly darkened. Again and again. With no one nearby, killing intent rose in his heart.

"Brother Zhang…"

The conciliatory cultivator was about to speak when he felt the temperature suddenly plummet. From Wang Yu’s position, frost rapidly spread outward. The three of them changed expressions, wanting to retreat.

Wang Yu punched toward the Zhang cultivator. Because they had been watching the inscription, the distance was too close. The strike, powered by the second-rank divine corpse arm, blasted out a white shockwave ring.

They had not expected Wang Yu to suddenly make a move. As the saying went, possessing a deadly weapon naturally stirs the intent to kill.

He had already killed Su Qingshan and the other four head-on. Why would he fear three cultivators at the seventh layer of Qi Refining? Moreover, Liu Jinxian was not present, and the disciples of Gu Poison Peak were scattered throughout the underground palace. This was the perfect chance to weaken her forces.

In the blink of an eye.

The Zhang cultivator was blown into fragments. The remaining two were horrified and ran toward the Scriptures Pavilion entrance, without the slightest will to resist.

Clearly, they had been intimidated and finally understood why Liu Jinxian treated Wang Yu with courtesy.

Strength.

"Hmph."

Drawing his Ice Pattern Sword, he slashed toward the one who had remained silent all along. The ice sword rapidly grew to three zhang in length. With his mind forming the sword, it combined with the Ice Sword Technique, causing the chill to surge.

In the moment of crisis, the man slapped his chest and spat out essence blood.

A centipede-shaped Gu insect flew out, rapidly enlarging and wrapping around its master in an attempt to use its back armor to block the incoming ice sword.

The two clashed for only an instant before Wang Yu pressed down on the sword with his left palm, crushing both the Gu insect and its master into a sheet of bloody paste.

His strength advantage was displayed beyond doubt.

The last person was utterly terrified and nearly sobbing.

"Wang Yu, I have not offended you. Why make things so hard for me?"