Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation Chapter 86
Wang Yu naturally agreed with joy. He had already been an outer sect disciple for nearly nine years, which rounded up was almost ten. It was time for him to move up a little.
After all, breaking through to Foundation Establishment as an outer sect disciple was completely different from breaking through as an inner sect disciple. When inner sect disciples broke through, as long as they were under one hundred years of age, they were eligible to take on the True Disciple Trial Mission. Just this one condition was a world of difference.
Although Zhuo Shouqing’s official position was not very high, the network of people he could mobilize was in no way inferior to True Disciple Su, and not nearly as dangerous.
After all, this was a group of wastrel nobles, people who cherished their own lives even more than he did. As long as they could obtain spirit stones, his status was nearly the same as being a hanger-on.
Note: specifically referring to those who accompanied influential officials and nobles for amusement.
The matter of the Alchemist Association was concluded. Wang Yu now held nearly fifty thousand spirit stones in hand, enough to last him a very long time.
Moreover, he lacked channels to directly transform spirit stones into strength. Continuing to accumulate them further would be useless.
Spirit stones had many uses. Replenishing spiritual energy for spirit boats and formation array flags was one use. In daily cultivation, for recovery of spiritual power, or for acting as a substitute for spiritual veins at the moment of breakthrough, was another.
Of course, their most important function was their purchasing power as currency.
He also was not lacking in conventional things like arts, magic tools, or pills.
With close to fifty thousand spirit stones in savings, he was not far off from being the richest among the outer sect disciples.
After the capture incident ended, he returned to his residence in Evil God Market.
He waited calmly for the follow-up from True Disciple Su and the Law Enforcement Hall. If the former failed, the Demonic Embryo Mysterious Origin Curse might still fall into the hands of Zhuo Shouqing and the others, and he could only wait.
Three days later.
On the streets, people were still discussing the destruction of the Alchemist Association. Some sighed with regret, thinking they had bought too little and that such cheap spirit pills would never appear again.
Some scoffed and spoke confidently: “Within ten years, there will be another Alchemist Association, Talisman Association, or Artifact Association...”
The internal monopolies of the sect had never been limited to alchemy. Wang Yu knew best just how terrifying the profits were.
But after all, those profits came from squeezing the sect’s industries, and the risks were too great. He would certainly not do it a second time, unless he left the Ten Markets of Blood Reversal.
According to the agreement, Wang Yu came to the Law Enforcement Hall in Evil God Market. This was already his third time here.
Besides Zhuo Shouqing and Yu Xing, the two Foundation Establishment cultivators, there was also a young man with golden hair. His appearance was quite handsome, the best looking of the three.
However... Wang Yu’s gaze moved strangely as his nostrils twitched. This person carried the scent of Crown Sunflower Sap. As a pill refiner, Wang Yu was well-versed in pharmacology. The effect of this substance was to stabilize medicinal properties.
But it also had a lesser-known secret effect: dyeing.
When washed with spiritual power of different attributes, the resulting colors varied. The most basic five elements corresponded to red, blue, gold, green, and brown.
With mixed multi-attribute spiritual power, it could even create brilliant rainbow colors. But to use it for hair dye... this person was truly a talent.
“Ahem...
“Wang Yu greets the three lords.”
The two were happily narrating the incident. The golden-haired man seemed a little disappointed and resentful: “You two are so disloyal. Such a fun matter and you did not wait for me.”
Zhuo Shouqing replied speechlessly: “If we had waited for you it would have been too late. Just be happy you got a share of the profits, yet you still keep complaining.”
Yu Xing only smiled silently.
Wang Yu’s voice diverted their attention. Zhuo Shouqing stepped forward and introduced:
“This is the main contributor this time, his name is Wang Yu.
“Wang Yu, this is Zuo Qiu Ming, the third executive of the Law Enforcement Hall.”
“Greetings, Lord Zuo Qiu.”
“This one is Yu Xing, whom you have already met.”
“Greetings, Lord Yu.”
No matter how approachable or friendly the three appeared, Wang Yu acted honestly and respectfully with proper salutes, never interrupting with a single word.
These three people's temperament and bearing were completely different from the atmosphere of the Blood Reversal Sect. Because of their family backgrounds, even if they were naïve, valued loyalty, idled their days away, and bickered constantly, they could still live their lives in peace.
Of course, this did not mean they were foolish. Their naïve side was something they revealed only to each other, and that was trust. He had interacted with Zhuo Shouqing once before. At first glance, Zhuo seemed easily deceived, but in truth, he knew everything.
When it came to backstabbing, he was utterly ruthless, even more venomous than others, to the point of seizing the property of Deacon Xu. Calling it greed was far from enough to describe him.
It could be seen that beneath their amiable surface, the essence of the demonic path still remained.
Wang Yu was different. He had far too many things to consider.
Their circles were not the same, and even if he tried, he could not force his way in. In truth, the three of them were a small collective distinct from the larger environment, and there were certainly many eyes fixed upon them.
Their kindness toward him naturally came because he could bring them benefits.
To stand in the right place was the way to endure until the end.
Seeing Wang Yu standing honestly to the side without interrupting, Zhuo Shouqing revealed an appreciative smile and raised his hand to silence the two who were chattering away.
“Wang Yu, I have investigated you.
“Born a Spirit Slave, you were promoted to an outer disciple in less than half a year by relying on the connections of the True Disciple of Cold Blood Peak. You have cultivated in the outer sect for nearly ten years, and now your cultivation has reached the late stage of Qi Refining.
“Am I correct?”
Wang Yu nodded.
“Lord Zhuo has keen eyes. That is indeed the course of Wang Yu’s life.”
“What a pity.”
Seeing his respectful yet not servile attitude, Zhuo Shouqing swallowed back what he was about to say and changed his tone.
“You were born with Wasted Spiritual Roots, and because of your ambition to rise above others, you traded lifespan for cultivation in order to reach this point. But now you have reached the end of the road.
“Originally, I intended to promote you as an inner disciple of Blood Underworld Peak. But your aptitude is too limited. You will never break through to Foundation Establishment in this lifetime, and you will not live much longer either.
“In that case, the qualification of inner disciple is meaningless for you. If you desire another reward, you may state it directly.”
At those words, Wang Yu was slightly surprised.
According to the logic of the demonic path, once a person lost their value, there was only one outcome: abandonment.
Although he had brought Zhuo Shouqing two waves of immense wealth, in the long run he was not someone worth investing in, but merely someone for short-term amusement.
The best approach would have been to dismiss him with a few spirit stones. But judging from Zhuo’s current tone, this was no doubt an opportunity to change his fate.
After a moment of thought, Wang Yu decisively said:
“Lord Zhuo, have you ever heard of the Demonic Embryo Mysterious Origin Curse?”
A flash of surprise appeared in Zhuo Shouqing’s eyes.
“The secret art passed down by True Lord Nine Evils that can enhance one’s aptitude?”
“Exactly. This subordinate only seeks that technique, to gamble on the chance of defying the heavens and changing fate.”
The three Foundation Establishment deacons looked at each other. Zhuo Shouqing furrowed his brows and said sternly:
“That secret mantra was indeed handed down by True Lord to the sect and even to his kin. Though very few have ever succeeded in cultivating it, it is one of the finest and dangerous secret arts under the heavens. And yet you, brat, dare to ask for it!”
Wang Yu persisted.
“This subordinate has heard that ever since the technique spread five hundred years ago, tens of thousands of cultivators have attempted it, yet only a handful succeeded. This Yu only begs for a chance to cultivate it. Even in death, I will have no regrets.”