Chapter 457: Chapter 293 Trial_2
Small Knife checked, sighed lightly. This sacrifice grand array can be set up, and players can use it as well, but it should only function within this Four Celestial Great World.
The target of the sacrifice is indeterminate, either a Celestial Being from Demon Heaven or part of the Heavenly Dao, but definitely not the Demon Realm.
By integrating the spirit into the entire personal space, one could vaguely sense it, as though it were the Heavenly Dao of the space.
For now, it is still too profound for me.
However, the Demon God Transformation is somewhat interesting. I noted it down; this kind of explosive energy can be modified, but maintaining its power will make side effects unavoidable.
Wan Jing happily spent a day here. The next morning, he waved goodbye to his family honestly and headed to the Village Chief’s Mansion.
On his way, he met others and inquired briefly. Yesterday, the one who refused to yield, one of the two strongest late-stage Qi Cultivators in the village.
Was ultimately refined into a Soul-devouring Skull.
Once inside the Village Chief’s Mansion, the village chief and a group of people looked at them mockingly.
Usually more restrained, as provocation could lead to explosive outbursts where kin and kith wouldn’t be recognized.
Now, that Outer Sect disciple was sitting there grandly; there was no need for them to hide anymore.
Not that it’s their true nature, but rather the influence of Demon Cultivation Techniques.
In contrast, that Outer Sect disciple sat righteously, clearly possessing a technique to restrain it.
At this moment, he was playing with a walnut-sized skull.
The skull was shrouded in a faint black mist, emitting distorted howling sounds, clearly the one who resisted yesterday.
Moreover, behind him, two Demon Soldiers dressed and exuding an aura, were both Foundation Establishment powerhouses.
The Outer Sect disciple stood up, laughed heartily, and said, "Welcome, everyone, please take your seats."
Such politeness left everyone stunned, they hurriedly saluted, saying they dared not.
Only then did they notice a table had been set with a faint fragrance of Spiritual Charm emanating.
Those Spirit Fruits and Spiritual Foods immediately caught the attention of the others.
They had only heard of them before; this was their first time seeing them.
If it weren’t for the Outer Sect disciple and the two Foundation Establishment powerhouses drawing their gaze, they wouldn’t have noticed the table behind.
Small Knife glanced, all were of Entry Level, not too bad.
They sat down, eating and drinking.
After dining.
The young man cupped his hands and said, "The Outer Sect is difficult, I ask for your aid."
Having been given enough face, and after a night of consideration, the people, having no other options, naturally agreed repeatedly.
Except for Small Knife.
So the young man turned his gaze towards Small Knife.
His eyes gradually grew cold.
"There’s really someone who isn’t afraid of death." A middle-aged man with some resemblance to the village chief sneered.
There was a savage expression on his face, as though barely able to control his emotions.
Clearly, he wouldn’t live long.
The village folks looked over, shocked and incredulous.
After all that eating and drinking, he still dared to...!
At that moment, the Outer Sect disciple smiled, "You have guts. This kind of person might become an Outer Sect disciple or end up as a corpse. Which will you be?"
Wan Jing smiled, pulled up his sleeve, revealing a pattern on it.
The Outer Sect disciple was stunned, his expression somewhat cloudy, a flicker of killing intent passing before he laughed heartily, "Good, good. I hope you can become an Outer Sect disciple who emerges from our village; we can cooperate in the future."
And soon, Wan Jing left, even being personally escorted out by the Outer Sect disciple.
"Interesting!" Small Knife felt an imprint appear on himself.
Having been given enough face, he made his choice as well.
On that day, apart from Small Knife, ten or so Qi Cultivation Bone Servants went in; only two, pale-faced, walked out alive as Bone Slaves.
The others disappeared without a trace.
This was their choice.
Regardless of the outcome, at least it gave their family an additional two decades of peaceful life.
Even these two, if they can’t show their value soon, might end up like the others.
The village chief’s son, Lifebound Treasure, a Yin Soul Banner, reputedly wiped out a caravan led by seven Foundation Establishment cultivators right after establishing his foundation stage, over a hundred Qi Cultivation stage.
Of course, that’s according to the village chief; the truth is unknown.
Wan Jing hadn’t left yet when he received a notice.
Three days later, that Outer Sect disciple left, followed by five Demon Soldiers, all of Foundation Establishment strength.
Wan Jing had no choice but to follow; it was required for the mission.
The Outer Sect disciple reached out, a palm-sized Bone Ship flew out, expanded with the wind, and floated before him.
"The task of controlling the Bone Ship is yours," said the Foundation Establishment Knife Soldier with a sly smile.
Wan Jing, helpless, leaped onto the Bone Ship, landing on it. The skull on the Bone Ship turned its head, eyeing Wan Jing greedily as if wanting to devour him alive.
Wan Jing reluctantly pressed his hand onto the skull.
The skull let out a strange laugh, biting into his palm, devouring the blood.
Then the White Bone Flying Ship rose and flew into the distance.
Speeding along.
Wan Jing’s face grew increasingly pale, the edges of his hair started turning white, and wrinkles gradually appeared on his forehead.
Finally, they arrived at a city built of white bones.
Renowned among all villagers.
It was said the entire city was a powerful magical treasure.
The ship descended.
Wan Jing staggered, almost falling.
"Useless!"
"Don’t say I bullied you; consider this your reward." The Outer Sect disciple sneered, flicking a drop of Blood Pearl towards him.
Wan Jing caught it, swallowed it directly, his face instantly looking a bit more vibrant.
He dared not look at the Outer Sect disciple, fearing the killing intent in his heart might become uncontrollable.
He strode into the city.
A Bone Essence Pearl flicked out.
Paid the City Entry Fee and walked in.
He couldn’t help but reflect; having a senior’s help is beneficial; otherwise, that drop of Essence Blood couldn’t be used to recover, needing it for the City Entry Fee.
Outer Sect disciples were everywhere in the city, and occasionally, Inner Sect disciples could be seen, with countless powerful Daoist Soldiers.
Wan Jing had no time to dawdle, quickly went to report, and was assigned a resting place.
Ten Essence Blood Pearls, a bag of Bone Powder, a Concealing Breath Skill.
Ten days later, Wan Jing stepped onto the Teleportation Array.
Transported randomly, where he would end up depended on luck.
This mission, returning successfully, even just surviving, would at least make him a Servant Disciple.
But how many could return alive?
A flash of light.
Wan Jing fell to the ground dizzy, but persisted in climbing up, looking around.
He was on a hillside, not far from a village.
Wan Jing was a bit lost; as his mother said, they used to live in a small village, leading a peaceful and tranquil life.
But one day, a Demon Sect disciple appeared.
Disaster struck.
Regular Bone Servants, under the influence of negative energy, hardly entertain so many thoughts.
Because of Small Knife, Wan Jing hesitated.
Good fortune landed him near the village.
Destroy this village in a Blood Sacrifice? That’s the beginning of his task.
If lucky, finding several more villages, completing the task before being discovered, he could return as an Outer Sect disciple.
His parents would become village chiefs, even if he died in battle, they would have a hundred years of peace, and if he made enough contributions, they could live longer, possibly even cultivating new disciples.
If a Spirit Root Practitioner was born, the future pathway would be much broader.
Wan Jing fortified his resolve.
He didn’t rush into the village but observed cautiously.
Small Knife too remained silent, temporarily holding back from influencing, allowing him to choose.
Although not exactly a Holy Mother, without a cause, he was unwilling to slay his kin even if from different worlds.
However, he wouldn’t obstruct Wan Jing’s own choices.
Soon, under Wan Jing’s observation, the village was found to have a warning magic array, seemingly uncomplicated, though Wan Jing didn’t understand these things.
After observing for a few days without seeing anyone exit, he saw a merchant caravan appear instead.
The numbers weren’t small, eight horses, over thirty people; among them, four martial artists carrying a large sedan chair.
The rest were ordinary people.
Wan Jing’s eyes tinged with red as he looked over, sneered, discovering only a middle-aged man at Qi Cultivation Third Layer.
What grandeur—inside the sedan chair, a maiden was being served.
The maiden’s face was streaked with tears, her body bearing many bruises, yet she dared not make a sound.
Watching it all.