Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation Chapter 75

However, just leaving it there could also continue to increase the power of this technique, since the essence of the Soul-Devouring Demonic Armor Technique actually comes from the power of yin spirits.

Even if there was no supply in the surrounding environment, placing it in an Idle Slot would allow an unending flow of yin spirit power to continually raise this technique’s upper limit, and for now there was no sign of a ceiling.

For Wang Yu, the second-rank low-grade defensive power, along with the special resistance to divine sense attacks, was already more than enough.

After all, he was only at the seventh layer of Qi Refining, having just entered the late stage not long ago, without enough spiritual power to sustain techniques beyond his realm.

He could not use it often, so there was no rush to push it further.

Instead, he switched to a pill recipe.

[Idle Slot 4: Cold Chi Pill Alchemy]

“Cold Chi Pill Alchemy (33/100): 24 refinings per day, master in 4 months.”

The progress inside was from Wang Yu’s own research. After all, he had obtained this pill recipe a long time ago and often took it out to study.

As for his next plan, he leaned more toward placing the Cold Blood Pill in an Idle Slot. Cultivation base was the foundation, and with his current combat power being enough, and with Deacon Xu’s threat removed, he could focus on that.

Of the four Idle Slots, aside from the Corpse Demon Secret Technique which remained untouched, the others had to be switched to cultivation methods to give him a solid acceleration.

With that, he ended his practice, packed up his belongings and formation flags, and heard familiar voices outside.

“Junior Brother Wang, we are departing to return to the sect. Are you ready?”

Wang Yu immediately walked out of the stone hut. Seeing the three riding their various unique flying artifacts, he hesitated for a moment before stepping onto Gu Zhengshun’s bone boat artifact.

It was not for any special reason, just that he did not want to get too close to Liu Jinxian.

This woman’s temperament was somewhat extreme. Too close or too distant both felt wrong; it was necessary to maintain a balanced distance.

However, his choice left Gu Zhengshun awkward, Situ Hong surprised, and Liu Jinxian displeased. After all, saving someone’s life should have fostered some closeness.

That Voldemort-like nose was the first to let out a cold snort.

“Junior Brother Wang, do you dislike me?”

Only then did Wang Yu realize that he had touched her sensitive, fragile, and self-abasing heart. People liked to be chosen, not left out.

She was hard to please.

Grumbling inwardly, Wang Yu quickly explained with a straight face.

“I came with Brother Gu, so naturally I will return with him. Any small conflict between us has long passed, right Brother Gu?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Senior Sister Liu, you are overthinking it.”

Liu Jinxian suddenly moved closer. Her noseless holes looked like two black voids, chilling to look at, her voice low.

“You do not dare look at me. Is it because you dislike this face of mine?”

Not good.

She actually said it outright. This was truly low emotional intelligence. Did she not realize how terrifying she was? He really could not look!

Situ Hong, standing in the eye socket of his skull-headed artifact, quickly controlled it to retreat some distance, afraid that blood might splatter on him if a fight broke out. This was not an easy question to answer.

Wang Yu clasped his hands and bowed deeply.

“I, Wang Yu, was born as a spirit slave, my status worlds apart from yours. How could I have any improper thoughts toward Senior Sister Liu?

“Senior Brother Situ is handsome, elegant, and distinguished. Such a person is worthy to look directly at Senior Sister. I am lowly and unworthy.”

Not good. She was coming for him now.

Situ Hong glared at Wang Yu from afar. So this was how he repaid a favor?

After his words, Liu Jinxian’s expression calmed somewhat. She did not continue pressing him but instead noticed another detail.

“You said you were born a spirit slave?”

“Yes.”

“How strange. Among spirit slaves, most are old men who are still young in appearance. To see one as handsome as you is the first time.”

Indeed, what were spirit slaves? Living spirit sand–producing machines.

Moreover, they all had wasted spiritual roots and could never form a Foundation in their lifetime. Wang Yu, however, had already broken through to the late stage of Qi Refining, which was already considered outstanding among the younger generation. In a small place, he could even be called a genius.

The other two also immediately realized the issue and looked at Wang Yu in surprise.

He explained again.

“You three can see this white hair of mine. It was caused by a massive loss of lifespan. Later, after receiving True Disciple Su’s appreciation and leaving my identity as a Spirit Slave, I gradually recovered.

“In truth, I do not have many years left to live. At most ten years before I face the problem of Qi and blood decline, like an old man over a hundred years old.”

He spoke without hesitation. The white hair was indeed the result of a large loss of lifespan in a short time, but later, with his breakthrough in cultivation, there had been a tendency to reverse it.

However, after cultivating the Corpse Demon Secret Technique, with the interference of yin qi and corpse qi, it instead became permanent.

The decision made back then had been absolutely correct.

Now he could even use it as an excuse, gaining great benefit. After all, he had only burned ten years of lifespan, while a Qi Refining cultivator had a full one hundred and fifty years of life.

He still had plenty.

Now saying that he would face the decline of Qi and blood in ten years was actually something a normal cultivator would only encounter at a hundred years old. He was currently only twenty-four and a half years old.

With himself burned into this state, and coupled with other methods, his fast cultivation speed was perfectly reasonable.

Gu Zhengshun subconsciously followed up.

“You are still cultivating the Blood Burning Technique? Are you not cultivating a cold-attribute cultivation method?”

Wang Yu turned his head to look at him and smiled.

“Brother Gu has never cultivated the Blood Burning Technique, right? Its ability to accelerate cultivation lies in the ‘Burning Lifespan Seal’, which is a secret technique paired with the cultivation method. When practiced with the same cultivation method, the effect is better.

“But you can also mainly cultivate another method and use the Burning Lifespan Seal to accelerate it. The effect is actually the same, just slightly weaker by thirty percent.”

“No wonder.”

Saying this, Gu Zhengshun and Situ Hong no longer looked at him.

Instead, Liu Jinxian clicked her tongue a few times, her face full of pity.

“What a pity.”

The disturbance was finally resolved under Wang Yu’s constant self-mockery.

After a short delay, the four of them set off on their return journey, not looking back as they left Blackbone Mountain, heading straight toward the direction of the Blood Reversal Sect.

On the road.

With no other people around, Gu Zhengshun smiled as he looked at Wang Yu. He had long known that the latter was once a Spirit Slave, but had not exposed it just now.

After all, he also did not like Liu Jinxian, and there was a deal between the two of them, so it was impossible to ruin things for him at that moment.

In his view, Wang Yu must be a trusted subordinate cultivated by True Disciple Su. He had also heard some rumors about the situation in Cold Blood Peak, but was not clear on the details.

Since the matter involved a Nascent Soul inheritance, the hidden conspiracies and calculations were countless. He did not wish to get involved, and thus would not take the initiative to talk to Wang Yu about it.

As for Wang Yu, although the trip to Blackbone Mountain had ended, the underground palace beneath was still occupied by Foundation Establishment corpse demon. The return journey would take three months, so it was inevitable to talk about related topics.

For example, whether the next group of cultivators coming to Blackbone Mountain would explore the underground palace ruins, or whether multiple Foundation Establishment cultivators would be dispatched to eliminate the corpse fiends.

He had originally wanted to go down there once more, but all three of the others had refused, and their deep wariness made him feel uneasy, so he had simply refrained from going to avoid stirring up more trouble.

Now that they had left, they could discuss it freely on the road.

Just a few words left him greatly shocked.

“You mean, the underground palace is actually a trap?”