Exploring Immortality Cultivation

In Xiangkou City, a young man clad in a red and white outer robe opened his eyes and said angrily, "Chi Lianxue, that piece of trash, was killed by someone?"

The red and white outer robe with flame patterns was the symbol of Fentian Prefecture, a top-tier sect.

Fentian Prefecture held a status second only to the five great sects led by the leader of the Immortal Dao, with many carefree disciples within its ranks. Fentian Marquis Kelvin and Old Cultivator Ke of All Laws Annihilation were both exceptional figures of their generation. However, the expression on this Fentian Prefecture disciple's face bore not the slightest hint of the sect's uplifted, fiery spirit, but rather resembled that of burnt-out ash, giving him a somewhat spent appearance.

He took out a Soul Lamp from his Storage Bag. This technology, derived from the Ancient Method, used a trace of Soul essence to fuel the lamp's flame, which would extinguish upon the person's death. However, after the advancements in the study of the soul by the Yangshen Pavilion using topology, the practice—which was equivalent to leaving one's vital points exposed—gradually fell into disuse.

This Soul Lamp belonged to Chi Lianxue.

The young man's face turned extremely ugly. "That piece of trash... could it be that he was exposed? No, the local Immortal Alliance had already neglected that area under my influence. Was he killed by a foreign cultivator? How unfortunate, that just my luck, a foreign cultivator happened to pass by there and then casually eradicated him!"

The young man stood up, surveying his surroundings, appearing to be preparing to make a quick getaway with his valuables. He understood that his actions constituted a betrayal of the Immortal Alliance. Right now, his only option was to flee to the Far Sea, beyond the reach of the Immortal Alliance's power, and join the forces of Ancient Method Practitioners or the Sea Demon Clan.

Suddenly, he stopped again, "No, that's not right. I'm well aware of that thing's function. Even the Spiritual Sense of an average Primordial Spirit would be distorted by it; merely passing by for a glance wouldn't be enough to notice it... Void Refining ranks are mostly high-level figures in the Immortal Alliance, and difficult to encounter in travel, while those in the Nirvana Period are all busy facing tribulations. Could it be that there's a cultivator below the level of a Primordial Spirit who stayed there for a significant length of time? Wait, I remember that there was a survivor from that village who entered the Immortal Institute!"

The young man took out his personal calculator and quickly looked up the records of people who had entered and left Xiangkou City in the last few days: "Wang Qi... the top of his class in this year's unified entrance Trial. Judging by his strength, he has the capability to have killed that piece of trash, Chi Lianxue, and he also happens to have returned to his hometown in these past few days."

He flipped his hand and took out four wooden bells, then shattered them using his Soul Power, embedding a message within it, "You four pieces of trash, hurry up and come to me!"

Wang Qi... what a pity, such a promising talent. Why did you have to be so unlucky as to return home at this time?

The young man had already developed a murderous intent.

Wang Qi stood at the entrance to the basement, hesitating for a few seconds.

Chi Lianxue was already dead, beyond hope of rescue. The fact that Wang Qi could have reached this place on just his breath alone was already extraordinary. Going down would only confirm the body. But no one knew whether Chi Lianxue's secret chamber contained any lethal traps; if there were, it would be Wang Qi who would face unexpected calamity.

Zhen Chan scanned the area below with his Spiritual Sense and said, "There is something down there interfering with Spiritual Sense, but there shouldn't be any Restrictions or Mechanical devices."

"Damn, it's life or death matters like these that you really shouldn't just guess," Wang Qi deeply felt that Zhen Chan was unreliable. He dug out several hardened earth blocks from the ground of the small building, charged them with his Spiritual Power, and then hurled them downwards.

Observing the blocks, faintly glowing with white light due to the attached Spiritual Power, hitting the ground, Wang Qi then said, "That's every possible movement trajectory for someone going down there that could potentially trigger any devices. No traps have been activated. My Spiritual Power also hasn't triggered any Restrictions; it should be safe. Only, it's still not certain whether there are dangers such as Demon Beasts or Corpse Refining down there..."

Seeing how seriously Wang Qi took the situation, Zhen Chan advised, "Maybe you shouldn't go down?"

"If I thought it was dangerous, I certainly wouldn't." Wang Qi took out several luminous talismans and tossed them down, "But I have some connection to the many dead buried here; I can't just walk away with an uneasy conscience."

The talismans shone brightly, illuminating half of the basement. The basement wasn't particularly large, just over a dozen square meters. The walls were unadorned, glazed ceramic created by baked earth. Numerous holes punctured the walls, out of which a continuous stream of scorching Yin Qi flowed.

"Scorching Yin Qi," a very peculiar phenomenon. In most situations, Yin Qi is associated with a decrease in Thermal Energy levels.

Zhen Chan, with his extensive experience, immediately made a judgment, "These holes are likely leading to the tombs; behind each tiny hole there's a burial site."

Wang Qi suddenly felt a surge of anger, "Is he cultivating by drawing on the corpse Qi and death energy? What method did he use to gather all this Yin Qi?"

Zhen Chan said, "The center of the basement interferes with the spiritual sense. Being eyeless, I can't see clearly. Describe to me what's in the middle of the basement."

Following his instruction, Wang Qi threw several fluorescent talismans toward the center of the basement. The main feature of the basement was an altar, square-shaped, with three levels. At the center of the altar was a small pool containing reddish-black pasty substances. The body of Chi Lianxue was next to the little pool, and there was also a strange statue in the middle of the pool.

After listening to Wang Qi's description, Zhen Chan said with curiosity, "Is this lad actually a cultivator of the divine Tao? Did he carry out charity in the hometown to collect incense fire power? But this use of corpse Qi... is he cultivating some evil god?"

Wang Qi said, "The key issue isn't that. How did the lad gather the death energy?"

Zhen Chan explained, "So that lad didn't extract blood from your fellow townspeople to prolong his life. The people in this village are all blood-related, almost everyone is connected. By using the blood of those few, he enacted the blood resonance method to link the altar with the corpse."

"Divine Tao, evil god..."

Wang Qi shook his head and turned to leave. He first found Tie Zhu, whose mana was running wild within his body, and suppressed the tendency for him to fall into deviation using the entropy reduction power of the Heavenly Entropy Technique. Then he called several disciples of Chi Lianxue and brought them to the entrance of the basement, "See for yourselves. This is your master's true intent."

"How could this be..." Tie Zhu's face crumbled. He could hardly believe that his thoroughly benevolent master could do such a thing.

The others looked similarly shocked, exclaiming, "Could it be that he was using us all along?" "Have we been deceived?"

Wang Qi had no inclination to argue with them and said, "You'd better leave quickly."

One of the youths asked, "What about you?"

Wang Qi drew his long sword, "My grandfather, my father, and my mother are buried nearby. I have to destroy this place."

"It might be dangerous..." The youth wanted to say more, but Tie Zhu stopped him. Even Chi Lianxue died at the hands of Wang Qi, much less the arrangements he had left behind?

Moreover, their relatives were buried close by.

The group left the small building on their own, planning to take the remaining elderly away—just in case something went wrong while Wang Qi dealt with the altar. Wang Qi might not be harmed, but they couldn't say the same for the people here.

Wang Qi stared for a few minutes, then finally jumped into the basement. Upon entering, he was first hit by a foul stench that made his head buzz—the putrid smell coming from the clotting blood was unbearably nauseating. Wang Qi could not help but look toward the source, ready to burn it all with fire. However, upon clearly seeing the evil demon statue in the center of the blood pool, his eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Fuck! This isn't right!"

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