Chapter 12: Night Changes
"Celestial Yin Blood, Undead Demon Bone…"
Wang Yu felt a deep headache. The Celestial Yin here did not refer to the Great Yin Moon Essence, but the secondary Yin Spiritual Energy. Corpse Energy was even rarer, only found in burial grounds like the Mass Burial Mound, or even on zombies.
The external environment did not meet the standards.
He simply could not perform Cultivation, and could only rely on Insight.
True Lineage Su and Steward Duan really thought highly of him. No wonder the Placement Slot could provide one session of Cultivation per minute. After all, to put it bluntly, it was to use Yin Spiritual Energy and Corpse Energy to transform oneself.
The Secret Art played a guiding role, preventing Cultivators from suddenly dying violently and truly transforming into zombies.
"External conditions are insufficient, it seems I can only rely on the Placement Slot to achieve the prerequisite requirements."
The Placement Slot inherently had the effect of substituting for his Cultivation. The Ice Sword Technique was a pure Magic Art, bringing him Perfection Insight and Experience in its use, even physical memory.
The Blood Burning Art brought him Cultivation Method comprehension, and additional Cultivation Level, just like he had Cultivated it himself, as natural as moving his fingers, without any difference!
And the Corpse Demon Secret Art—
Was a Secret Technique leaning towards transformation, limb regeneration was a part, and physical body transformation was also a part.
Meaning that when Wang Yu achieved Perfection Insight, he would also synchronously complete the transformation of his body. This conjecture was consistent with the rules of effectiveness of the Placement Slot all along.
"Unexpectedly discovered such a drawback!"
This realization was both good and bad. If it was not remedied, those drawbacks would inevitably gradually appear, but if it was remedied by borrowing the effects of the Placement Slot, it must be based on the premise of being unable to improve further.
By then, the body would have already been transformed, and only then would he begin to remedy the Secret Art. Even Wang Yu himself could not predict what variables would occur.
"Power…"
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, deciding to wait a bit longer. Relying solely on the current number of Spirit Slaves in the Stone House Area, the difficulty for him to turn things around was too great. He must introduce more people to create variables.
This wait lasted another ten days.
Spirit Slave life, day fifty-three.
A batch of newcomers from the Great Lake Spirit Domain, just like they were back then, timidly arrived at the Reverse Spirit Blood Sect. All of them were Mixed Spirit Root and Useless Spirit Root, and their number had tripled, reaching over three hundred people.
Seemingly many, in reality it was a drop in the bucket. Steward Liu was becoming increasingly powerful in the Spirit Slave ecosystem. If he wanted to carry out recruitment work like in the past, there was no way to start.
Just those few Second Layer of Qi Condensation Spirit Slaves who had timely limb regeneration would be staring at him relentlessly.
That's right.
Wang Yu's left hand was completely destroyed, but the three instigators of the incident were able to save an arm and a leg due to timely treatment, how ironic.
As long as they lived for one more day, Steward Duan, who Wang Yu relied on, would have no prestige at all. Who would be willing to pay the price of burning lifespan for someone without ability, to fight for the promotion opportunity to become an Outer Sect Disciple?
Many promises were nothing more than empty words to appease hunger, no one would believe them.
When it came to the lecture and teaching session, once the Spirit Slaves communicated with each other, they would know everything. This batch of newcomers could not solve the root of the problem, but could allow Wang Yu to re-establish himself. This matter was of great importance and could not be delayed until the next day.
Thinking of this.
In the deep night, when all sounds were hushed.
In the Stone House Area, except for the Outer Sect Disciples on duty, everyone else had already entered their dreams. The iron fence of Stone House Number Eighty-Three quietly opened.
This thing could at most imprison some preparatory Spirit Slaves who had not yet Enter the Path. Once one broke through to the First Layer of Qi Condensation, even with a wisp of Spirit Power, one could bend it open.
Its symbolic meaning was greater than its practical meaning.
Moreover, being located inside the Reverse Spirit Blood Sect, at the bottom of Cold Blood Peak, let alone Qi Condensation Cultivators, even Foundation Establishment and Core Formation would find it difficult to escape.
The existence of the Stone House Area was like a human-shaped Spirit Stone mine, outwardly strict but inwardly lax, not as heavily guarded as imagined.
Wang Yu lifted the fence from the bottom, bent down and moved out.
His eyes darted around, sticking close to the wall, quickly arriving near the Stone House of the trio who caused trouble.
In a thought, the Perfection level Ice Sword Technique could already break away from the constraints of the Art's form, to a certain extent changing its shape according to Wang Yu's will.
Ice swords as thick as fingers quickly formed.
Densely coiling in his palm, like a dancing cold wind, unrestrained and arrogant.
With a flick of his finger, in the dark Stone House, sounds of "giggigglele" continuously rang out. In less than a breath, it completely fell silent, heartbeats and breathing completely stopped.
Wang Yu could not help but look up at the night sky, a moonless night.
"Next."
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The next day.
The Outer Sect Disciple responsible for distributing food walked past the door as usual, kicking Wang Yu's fence and shouting a few times.
"Hey, breakfast is ready."
Curled up on the bed, with an aged face and completely white hair, and a missing arm, Wang Yu hurriedly got up, looking like he wanted to explain.
But he saw that the food deliverer spat in disgust.
"Turns out to be an old geezer, bad luck!"
"Bang———"
With just a light kick, a clear dent appeared on the iron fence, and he swaggered away.
Only then did Wang Yu return to normal, placing the cloth bag filled with steamed buns and a water skin on the bedside.
In the Demonic Path, power is truth, but sometimes using Rules is also a reasonable thing. Whether it is righteous or Demonic, as long as it is a force, it will have its own Rules.
Even if it is rotten, it is still Rules.
Essentially, abiding by the Rules of the Reverse Spirit Blood Sect is abiding by the Sect Master's Rules.
There are many people who act recklessly, but if they are caught, being made an example of will also be unbearable.
Spirit Slaves are the private property of Cold Blood Peak, nominally it is the property of the Cold Blood Peak Lord, that is—the Nascent Soul True Lord!
It's just that they don't care about this bit of profit, tacitly giving a money bag to the True Disciples, but if it is exposed, whether it is for face or to rectify the Rules.
They will not let go of the person who is making money, daring to be greedy at the Nascent Soul level, how could that be allowed? Are you planning to give you the position of Sect Master as well?!!
The method Wang Yu revealed was very clumsy, and it just so happened that a few deaths were needed, so he chose these three people, it was a plan with three birds with one stone.
Regardless of whether it was true or false, the True Disciple behind Steward Liu was in closed-door Core Formation, and would not be able to come out in the short term.
If they could use the excuse of offending the Cold Blood Peak Lord to deprive him of the opportunity to receive the Nascent Soul inheritance, the other nine True Disciples would all do it.
He just happened to be at the right time and place, offering a clumsy reason.
No matter how untenable it was, the True Disciples all knew that this matter was tacitly approved by the Peak Lord himself, but the Inner Sect and Outer Sect Disciples of Cold Blood Peak did not know.
Whether the True Disciples planned to fight for it through formal means, or use dark methods to sabotage his Core Formation, as long as they could prevent him from obtaining the inheritance opportunity, they would definitely do it!
As the saying goes: the one involved is muddled, the onlooker sees clearly.
Choosing a less-than-perfect start, it depends on whether these True Disciples dare to seize this opportunity and tacitly join hands for a wave.
Wang Yu must admit that he had an element of gambling in it.
In case of failure, he also prepared a backup plan, to drag Steward Duan into the water.
Even to drag "Big Brother" True Lineage Su into the fray. Once things blew up, he would be a small pawn.
Others would naturally lean towards the conjecture that someone was instructing him from behind.
Soon.
The Stone House Area was in great chaos!
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