Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation Chapter 84

“Wang Yu, we have arrived.”

“Up ahead is the True Disciple Lord’s residence.”

Immersed in thought, Wang Yu finally returned to his senses and looked around with some surprise.

This was halfway up Cold Blood Peak. The nine peaks of the Blood Reversal Sect coiled upwards like a long winding serpent, climbing upward like a spiral staircase.

The path grew narrower as it rose. The higher it went, the denser the spiritual energy became, and the fewer the buildings.

Here, the concentration had already reached that of a third-rank low-grade spiritual vein.

The True Disciple Su’s residence was a courtyard about ten acres wide, with front yard, side rooms, main hall, left and right rear yards, all exquisitely built and luxurious. Beautiful servant girls of excellent bearing walked gracefully across the covered walkways.

The courtyard was filled with rare flowers and strange plants. Every room had its own array formation. Following Duan Ping and a plump female steward inside, every few steps one could see rare spiritual items unseen in the outside world.

Even the artificial rockery was carved from spirit jade, the flowing water came from icy spiritual springs, and several spirit beasts were kept. The most eye-catching was a yellow-brown land tortoise.

Instead, there were many women meant for daily companionship in bed. At a rough glance, Wang Yu counted more than thirty, all of them beauties of varied charm.

This group could be considered concubines, holding a status similar to Lan Ji.

Yet Lan Ji had been assigned to the Ice and Snow Pavilion, which was not a sign of falling out of favor, but rather of greater importance.

As they walked along, Wang Yu realized how much the True Disciple Su’s residence broadened his horizons. He had thought it would simply be a cave carved into the mountain, with a meditation chamber, pill room, scripture chamber, and little more.

At most, perhaps a few women to indulge desires.

But this True Disciple Su was not living like a cultivator at all. He was clearly enjoying life. No wonder he could not compare to Wei Zhong. With so much energy wasted on these things, how could his cultivation possibly advance diligently?

Soon they arrived at the rear right courtyard, before a small hall of paulownia wood.

“The True Disciple Lord is inside. Steward Xiulan and I will wait outside for you.”

“Alright.”

Wang Yu had no objection. He knocked on the door and stepped inside.

This was, in fact, his first meeting.

Upon entering, he saw a figure seated cross-legged on a high platform. The platform was only half a zhang tall, covered with thick carpets, and the surrounding space was empty.

On the right side, an entire wall of light veils hung with pearls formed a curtain. Behind it rose thick mist—an indoor hot spring. A faint fragrance of female bodies drifted out.

Wang Yu did not dare to look further.

On the left side was a low platform of three inches, divided into three sections: bookshelves, tea set, and chessboard. Various ink paintings of mountains and rivers hung on the wall. In the middle stood a large incense burner.

It was clearly meant for hosting guests.

Truly one who knew how to enjoy life.

Wang Yu’s gaze finally returned to the True Disciple Su himself. He looked only twenty-five or twenty-six in appearance, though his real age was under two hundred—two cycles younger than Wei Zhong.

He had cultivation at the peak of Foundation Establishment. His facial features were upright and well-formed. Not exactly handsome, but certainly above average.

Most striking were his eyes—pure ice-blue, carrying the sharpness of a blade that pierced to the bone.

“Your subordinate Wang Yu greets the True Disciple Lord.”

True Disciple Su nodded.

“No need for excessive formality. Duan Ping said you came to me of your own accord. Do you have a method to deal with Wei Zhong?”

“Yes.”

Wang Yu wasted no time and spoke directly.

“Your subordinate believes that Wei Zhong’s emergence from seclusion is already certain. Lord, you cannot compete with him directly. You must draw out someone more qualified to fight him in the arena.”

“Oh?”

True Disciple Su neither confirmed nor denied. Wang Yu continued:

"I heard that among the ten True Disciples of Cold Blood Peak, there is one who possesses Water-element Heavenly Spiritual Roots, yet because they have cultivated for only a short time, they finds it difficult to compete with the other True Inheritances.

If you can persuade them, with Heavenly Spiritual Root aptitude and the water attribute that perfectly matches Cold Blood Peak's inheritance, no matter how one looks at it, they are far more qualified than Wei Zhong. What they lacks is only a fair opportunity."

True Disciple Su gave a soft laugh, nodded in approval, but then countered.

"Yes, Junior Sister Yan Ling is indeed more qualified than Wei Zhong. Helping her can only delay matters, it cannot change the root of the problem."

Wang Yu was slightly shocked, not expecting it to be a woman, but then quickly formed another idea.

"Sir, if you can bring about a fair agreement, then once True Disciple Yan forms her Core and fights Wei Zhong, the victor shall decide the ownership of the inheritance. In this process, not only you, but the other seven True Disciple may also take this step toward Core Formation.

They will not be willing, and will surely take the chance to oppose. At that time, it will be only natural to propose that all ten True Disciple fight fairly to decide the ownership of the inheritance.

First, delay time, then seek a change in the situation."

Wang Yu only briefly outlined the plan, but given True Disciple Su's background, there was a good chance this matter could be accomplished. At worst, he could unite several other True Disciple with strong backgrounds to put forward the proposal.

That was surely better than just waiting for the result.

"And besides, by helping True Disciple Yan, sir, you may also pursue her further, using this to mask your true purpose. Once she forms her Core, you may smoothly insert yourself into the battle."

After hearing Wang Yu’s plan, True Disciple Su remained silent for a long time. He was weighing the feasibility and running through the scenarios.

To be honest, he did not wish to contend with a mud-legged nobody like Wei Zhong. A duel? Wei Zhong was not worthy!

But there seemed to be no better option. Originally, he had planned to persuade the Core Formation experts of the Su and Duan families to find a chance to eliminate Wei Zhong.

The delaying plan sounded decent, but he preferred a once-and-for-all solution.

"You may withdraw for now. I need to consider it carefully."

"Yes, sir."

Seeing that the other did not directly approve, Wang Yu was not disappointed. After all, their statuses were different, the intelligence they knew was not equal. Perhaps the other had an even better method.

When he came out, Duan Ping quickly asked.

"Well? Did the lord adopt your plan?"

Wang Yu nodded, then shook his head.

"He told me to withdraw first. He wants to consider it alone."

Duan Ping clearly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That is good. Your plan has a high chance of being adopted."

"Perhaps."

Steward Xiulan, who was beside them, escorted the two out. After leaving the mountain, Wang Yu quickly rushed toward the Law Enforcement Hall of Evil God Market. There were ten halls in the ten markets.

He only knew Zhuo Shouqing. Each market had at most three Law Enforcement Deacons. The members of the Alchemist Association were scattered and could not be captured all at once. He only needed to seize Zhou Tao and Luo Pinghu.

In the earliest four-man team, Huang Kai was the second to quit the association, beginning from when Zhou Tao broke the rules.

This matter had nothing to do with him.

……

"Big business, big business!"

"Lord Zhuo—"

But on this day, the one stationed in Evil God Market’s Law Enforcement Hall was not Zhuo Shouqing.

Instead, it was another Foundation Establishment cultivator Wang Yu did not know. At this time, Wang Yu was wearing the Law Enforcement disciple’s robe for the first time. Holding his token, he charged straight inside without obstruction.

The other looked at him suspiciously.

"Who are you? Do you know Old Zhuo?"

"I greet you, sir."

Wang Yu bowed before speaking.

"I am Wang Yu, placed in the ten markets as an informant under Lord Zhuo, to supervise whether sect disciples have violated sect rules. This time I have come precisely to report."

"So that is the case."

Yu Xing waved his hand impatiently.

"Such a small matter, come again after ten days."