I Pick up a Lost Godhood Chapter 143 - 141: Self-Reliance

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"Don’t, please don’t. If anyone’s going to die, it’ll be before you. Seeing how rushed these Demon Cultivators are, soone must have run into Wang ng or Li Tianyi’s group. So we have to stay calm."

Perhaps at the ntion of Li Tianyi’s na, the two female disciples’ expressions eased slightly.

Liuu i also regained a bit of confidence, but her heart quickly sank again. "I heard their Master is here too. These disciples are all at the twentieth-sothing layer of Cultivation. Their Master... Ah, isn’t this place restricted to the Thirtieth Layer? How... could it be..."

Zhou Qian gave a bitter smile. "I’m afraid this really is a trap. We’re just lambs being led to the slaughter. Sigh."

This ti, Lingyin Hall’s good intentions had backfired, while Thunderlight Hall had gotten the rawest deal imaginable.

Wang ng’s blatant use of Sword Flight made him a sitting duck, and he was imdiately surrounded by three Demon Cultivation Disciples.

"Kid, co with us quietly. Save us the trouble."

"Senior Brother, our luck is terrible. This kid’s only at the Fifteenth Layer. It’d be a waste of ti to take him back. Let’s just harvest his Essence Blood and Elental Power and go grab soone else."

The three of them sized up Wang ng like an object, their opinions quickly aligning. Escorting Wang ng back would be too much of a ti-waster. This level of "goods" was probably the worst among the people who had co this ti, completely worthless. If it were a Female Saint Cultivator, it might be worth the trip, but a man...

"Kill him!"

The three Demon Cultivators from the Blood Soul Hall—one at the seventeenth layer, one at the eighteenth, and one at the twenty-second—already saw Wang ng as a fish in a barrel.

They drew their swords simultaneously, hacking at Wang ng with waves of blood-red Sword Qi. Wang ng dodged. The mont these Demon Cultivation Disciples appeared, Wang ng knew sothing was wrong here.

Judging by the nature of their Elental Power, they were using a Forbidden Technique that hard others for their own benefit. So-called Forbidden Techniques involved almost no self-cultivation, instead seizing the achievents of others for oneself. However, judging by their murky Elental Qi, this Cultivation Technique wasn’t particularly sophisticated.

Wang ng dodged all three streams of Sword Qi, but the three Demon Cultivators didn’t imdiately give chase. Instead, they looked smug.

"Kid, are you feeling your whole body go numb?"

"The Blood Soul Technique is invincible!"

The area around Wang ng had turned crimson, filled with a faint, bloody mist.

ZING... ZING...

Two streaks of red light shot out from the red mist, striking two of the Demon Cultivators directly. In an instant, their bodies erupted into fireballs.

Wang ng walked out of the red mist. "To think you’d show off such pathetic Magic. Truly, each generation is worse than the last."

’In his past life, he was the leader of the Evil Cultivators. Having inherited everything from that life, Wang ng didn’t actually care whether soone was a Demon Cultivator or a Saint Cultivator—they were all just thods. Even for a technique that hard others for personal gain, this kind of simple flesh-and-blood Cultivation Technique was trash in Wang ng’s eyes. Most importantly, people who cultivated this way could never glimpse the Celestial Dao. They were garbage.’

"You... That’s... Five Elents True Fla... Who are you?"

The last remaining Demon Cultivation Disciple, the one with the highest Cultivation, retreated in horror. Pill Cultivators possessed Pill Fla, which was primarily used for Alchemy. However, a Pill Cultivator with profound Cultivation could refine their Pill Fla into a Lifebound True Fla. This kind of fire was not so fla created by Magic; it was incredibly powerful. It was said that when cultivated to the supre realm, it would beco the invincible Samadhi True Fla.

Even the lowest level of True Fla required one to be above the Thirtieth Layer to cultivate, and it demanded outstanding talent. Among Pill Cultivators, those who could cultivate a Lifebound True Fla were one in a hundred.

And this person before him...

"You’ve got so knowledge. Co on, tell where your lair is, and I’ll leave you a whole corpse," Wang ng said with a smile.

"Don’t think you’re invincible just because you have a Lifebound True Fla! I’ll show you the true power of the Blood Soul Technique!"

A cold sneer appeared on the Demon Cultivator’s lips. Although he was only ranked as Old Fifth, his talent was the best among the five of them. His comprehension in Alchemy, in particular, was highly valued by his master, which was why he could recognize the Lifebound True Fla.

The two beside him had already been reduced to ashes, truly returning to dust. Cultivators like them, who devoured the Elental Power of others, might achieve a high Elental Level, but their power was very murky and most susceptible to being purged by True Fla.

As he spoke, the Demon Cultivator pressed his palms together. His entire body turned blood-red, and tiny beads of blood began to seep from the pores of his skin. The mont the blood beads hit the ground, they sizzled, releasing wisps of white smoke.

"Die! Blood Refining Hell!"

He swept his sword out, and along with the Sword Qi ca a dense, rain-like mist of blood that enveloped Wang ng.

But in an instant, the Demon Cultivator’s eyes flew wide open, as if he had just witnessed the most bizarre thing imaginable. His body, however, was already frozen in place.

The blood refining technique washed over Wang ng but slid off him like water droplets. Wang ng’s sword was already buried in the Demon Cultivator’s body, and an eerie light shot from his eyes. If it weren’t so urgent, Wang ng would have been reluctant to use this thod.

—The Soul Searching Technique.

The Demon Cultivator’s eyes went vacant. He probably wouldn’t understand, even in death, why this had happened—how soone with a re Fifteenth Layer Life Mark could use the legendary Soul Searching Technique.

The information he obtained forced Wang ng to be cautious. This person’s master, Sunx Xiao, possessed an Elental Power of the thirty-eighth layer and had over a hundred disciples. He was effectively an Overlord in this Secret Realm. What’s more, so of their people had already been captured. Wang ng’s figure flickered and vanished.

It seed people had long forgotten about the hunting traps of Demon Cultivators.

Liu Xiaozhen was about to explode with rage. His ticulously designed trap had succeeded wave after wave, and this was the first ti sothing had gone wrong. He had deliberately let the Teleportation Talisman circulate. The limit of this space was the fortieth layer, but he had intentionally made it seem like the Thirtieth Layer. That way, he would be invincible here. Once he had stored up enough Blood Soul Pills, he could leave this place, find sowhere to enter seclusion until he reached Minor Perfection. Once he reached Minor Perfection, no one would be able to touch him.

Regardless of the cultivation thod, reaching Minor Perfection, which was Fifty Layers of the Life Mark, ant you were an expert who would always be recruited by a major Sect.

But soone had actually crashed the party. Over twenty of his disciples were dead. He had spent years carefully training these disciples, and their skill with the Blood Soul Technique was not poor. Evil Cultivators might have been a bit harder to deal with, but Saint Cultivators—these sheltered little lambs—should have been the easiest targets. How were his casualties even worse than against the last wave of Evil Cultivators?

Li Tianyi was on a killing spree, ignoring everything else. anwhile, Wang ng and Mingren were looking for the others. These Demon Cultivators were actually quite skilled. A direct confrontation wouldn’t be scary, but they feared being picked off one by one.

Wang ng was indeed very worried about Hu Jing and the others, but he had underestimated their cleverness.

Hu Jing had watched Zhou Qian and Liuu i get locked up, but there were too many enemies, and all of them were stronger than her. Hu Jing didn’t dare to act rashly; she could only wait for an opportunity.

The remaining dozens of Blood Soul Hall disciples sward out, their expressions changing. They too had not expected such powerful experts to have entered.

Liu Xiao was the most furious. He had wanted to use this Secret Realm to properly refine Blood Soul Pills, but who would have thought Core Disciples from the Holy Hall would show up? Still, even Core Disciples shouldn’t be *this* strong. But then, who would have thought a descendant of the Li Family was among them? That changed everything.

The disciples sward out. The order was no longer to capture them alive—they were to kill on sight.

Liu Xiao was more than halfway done refining his Blood Soul Pills. Just two more furnace-loads would be enough for him to break through to the next realm. Failing at this critical juncture was absolutely intolerable.

Zhou Qian and the others had been brought to a large hall. Staring at the human bones tumbling inside the Pill Cauldron and the blood-soaked surroundings, the two female disciples from Lingyin Hall couldn’t stop themselves from vomiting.

A wicked smile touched Liu Xiao’s lips. He directly tossed the half-dead male disciple from Lingyin Hall into the Pill Furnace. The disciple was instantly reduced to a blood-curdling scream, and the two female disciples fainted on the spot.

Liuu i wanted to vomit but couldn’t. Zhou Qian was drenched in a cold sweat. ’This ti, our chances of survival are slim to none. This old monster has the strength of an Elder. Even if Wang ng and the others get here, they’ll just beco more food for him.’

Liu Xiao’s gaze swept over the four of them. "Don’t worry, I won’t kill you just yet. This batch is enough. You can be the next batch. As long as I refine all of you, it’ll be enough even if this place gets discovered."

"We’re Holy Hall Disciples!"

"I know. There are more Holy Hall Disciples than anyone else these days. We just love Holy Hall Disciples. I didn’t expect so Core Disciples to show up this ti, though. That was a surprise. But how is the quality of the Holy Hall’s Core Disciples so uneven?"

Liu Xiao couldn’t care less if his disciples lived or died. One less person ant one less person to share the Blood Soul Pills with. He had intentionally sent those guys to their deaths. The quality of this current batch of "ingredients" was quite high; one more furnace-load would be more than enough.

The one being refined was a new disciple from Lingyin Hall who had only joined a little over a year ago. He was brought along to gain experience because of his excellent talent, but instead, he t his end in the Yellow Springs.

Liu Xiao was in a good mood. The best ingredients for Blood Soul Pills were Cultivators. The purer they were, the better the refining effect. Tossing that half-dead disciple in had clearly enhanced the Pill’s activity. Once he captured all of them, he might be able to refine a batch of the highest-grade Blood Soul Pills.

Young, and brimming with Vitality.

Elites, with pure, high-quality Elental Power.

In high spirits, Liu Xiao leered at Liuu i. "Little girl, you’ve got so nerve. I like that. Have you heard of Wan Gu Master?"

Liuu i gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Liu Xiao laughed heartily. "You’d best answer whatever I ask. I have more than enough ingredients this ti. I might just spare your life. If you perform well enough, I might even take you as my disciple!"

"Scram!"

A single word escaped Liuu i’s lips, but it was far from loud enough.

She was only slightly stronger than her two junior sisters from Lingyin Hall. How could she have ever witnessed a scene like this?

Wan Gu Master’s face imdiately darkened. He was used to his disciples’ absolute obedience. "Very well-developed. And still a virgin, I see. Perfect. I have so ti, so I’ll start by taking your Primordial Yin!"

Liuu i’s face grew even paler, and she began to struggle desperately. Beside her, Zhou Qian’s brain was working overti—and so was his ass.

"Senior, I have sothing to say," Zhou Qian suddenly said. "This disciple has witnessed Senior’s invincible might and has seen the light. I am willing to join the Blood Soul Hall! My senior sister here also knows what’s good for her. Let persuade her, and she will serve you well."

"Zhou Qian, you’re shaless! Go to hell!"

"Senior Sister, it’s either your pride or your life. You’ve known for more than a day. I’m the type of person who worships the strong. Senior, keeping alive is definitely valuable! I can bring more people to you, and it won’t be any trouble!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to co to Qidian to vote with recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)