Cultivation : I'm an Ancient Giant Bear-Chapter 363 - 342: Something Strange Is Going On

Wang Wu instinctively felt something was amiss, but he didn’t dare to go forward and check, so he just gazed from afar, and the more he looked, the stranger it became.

Because these human race cultivators and demons who escaped from prison weren’t displaying their divine techniques, nor were they using their lifebound flying swords or lifebound demon soldiers or anything; each was wearing mortal armor, at most wielding a big axe or a wolf fang club, relying on skill and brute force to combat.

It was quite satisfying to kill the little soldiers, one hit per enemy.

Of course, both the attacking and defending sides consisted of demons and human race cultivators, so after half a day’s battle, each side left behind hundreds of corpses, and then they sounded the gong to retreat.

Really, it was too interesting, and too bizarre.

"Probably caused by the lack of spiritual qi."

Wang Wu reached this conclusion with a heavy heart.

After thinking it over, and confirming that his danger perception gave no early warning, he plucked the best looking and most nourishing strand of fur from his forehead, blew it far away, and in a moment, a furry big man emerged from a forest dozens of miles away.

Then Wang Wu stirred a wisp of clear energy from his spirit platform to catch up, making it his simple version of an external incarnation.

He pulled out a tree, removed the branches to use as a weapon, and headed straight to the battlefield.

Soon enough, he was stopped by a patrol squad.

In this patrol squad, there were actually three bird-type demons and two beast-type demons.

"Roar!"

Wang Wu pretended to be very fierce, with hungry green eyes.

"Behave yourself, if you dare to shout again, I’ll pluck you and steam you to eat!" one demon shouted.

Another demon laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist, where are you the big brain from, hiding for fifteen years in the mountains, finally couldn’t take it anymore and came out. Haha, if you don’t want trouble, just be honest."

"You—you guys—what’s going on?"

Wang Wu stuttered, unable to speak smoothly.

"Hey, what’s the matter, there’s no spiritual qi anymore, damn it, it’s a jailbreak, jailbreak, who knows which son of a bitch thought of this jailbreak idea, causing us no end of trouble."

"I—I am from the South Wilderness, once, once was a third-grade great demon, fellow Daoists, have mercy, do you have a spirit pill?" Wang Wu cleverly begged.

This immediately drew eerie laughter from a demon opposite.

"Third-grade great demon means nothing—my boss is a second-grade great demon, isn’t he now working here among mortals as a general?"

"Working as a general?" Wang Wu was so shocked he couldn’t speak, a second-grade great demon working for mortals?

"Work work work your hammer, learn to speak like us! If you don’t want trouble, just obediently report your name, get recorded, and later when you see my boss, no, my general, you’ll get a rice ball as a reward, otherwise you’ll be beaten to death and just considered a meal upgrade!"

The demon soldiers opposite shouted, looking very excited one by one.

"Wait, wait, gentlemen, I am willing to cooperate, but you all have to let me understand, spiritual qi is less, but there’s no need to work for mortals, right?" Wang Wu quickly asked, this was what he was most curious about.

Even if there’s no spiritual qi—how could there be no spiritual qi, it’s just that the spiritual qi content decreased by ninety percent, with effort, it’s still absorbable, and besides, there’s still spirit grass cultivation.

How could it become unmanageable?

Hearing this, the demon soldiers exchanged glances, the leading demon laughed and said:

"Very simple, we’re earning redemption coupons here, the immortals here said that our ancestors were all extremely sinful demons and demons, that’s why they were imprisoned in the Great Wilderness Sin Prison, now that we’ve broken out, it’s even a greater sin, so we must atone, or return to prison."

"Previously, many brothers couldn’t bear the hardships outside, so they mostly returned to the sin prison, while we have more ideals and ambitions, so we chose to work for the mortal court to atone, understand? When we’ve built up enough merits, we can petition the mortal emperor for a title, then we’ll have the chance to cultivate again."

"So, either roll back to the mountains and be a wild beast, or register to return to the Great Wilderness Sin Prison, or join us as a soldier to earn food and merits, how do you choose?"

"I, I choose to be like you." Wang Wu laughed foolishly, not finding anything wrong for the moment, although, it sounded absurd.

The immortals outside had surprisingly good hearts.

"Alright, report your name, from where in South Wilderness, don’t make stuff up, this concerns what crimes your ancestors committed, and how long the sentence is, maybe by your generation, the sentence is almost over, then you can register with the Immortal Alliance."

"How, how could there be an Immortal Alliance outside?"

"So much crap! Hurry up, we have to patrol!"

"Alright, alright, my name is Shu Fenqiang! I’m a flower farmer under King Wei Xiong Wu, eight hundred miles north of Black Tortoise City in the South Wilderness, third-grade, I have three wives and six hundred sons..."

"Who asked you so much, answer what I ask!"

"Alright alright!"

The demon suddenly pulled out a huge, strange bag, called out to Wang Wu again.

"Shu Fenqiang!"

"Here!"

Wang Wu responded crisply, the next moment, a terrifying suction force came from the bag, lifting him from where he stood, he reacted quickly and grabbed a nearby big tree.

"Hey, what are you doing, I don’t want to go, I want to go back to being a wild beast!"

Wang Wu screamed hysterically.

While the demons exchanged mischievous glances, "Damn, quite capable, Shu Fenqiang!"

"I won’t answer, I’m not Shu Fenqiang!"

Wang Wu continued to shout, but at this moment, the suction suddenly increased, directly pulling him and the large tree together.

There was simply no escape.

Except for his wisp of divine thought.

At this moment, those few demons merely gave a cold laugh, packed away the big sack, and continued their patrol.

After only a few steps, one of the demons suddenly pulled out a strange divine talisman, waved it around, and frowned, "Strange, why do I feel like I’m being watched? Not good, that little demon who escaped earlier might have been sent to scout the way. We’ve alerted them! Set up the sword array quickly! Don’t let these desolate prisoners escape!"

As they spoke, the five demons surprisingly summoned five lifebound flying swords like lightning. In a flash of sword light, they each ascended straight up to tens of thousands of meters in the sky.

The next moment, beams of sword light fell a few hundred miles away on the ridge of a range of hills, and a magical, bright sword array was swiftly set up.

Immediately after, the group skillfully formed a sword technique, activated sword talismans, and with coordinated steps, it took them less than three seconds to cover the mountains and forests within five hundred miles with terrifying sword light. Then, just like a meat-grinder machine, they ground this place, along with the peaks and vegetation, thoroughly!

Ten seconds later, it was already a flat land here.

This method, these divine techniques, and those lifebound flying swords are all of the celestial sixth grade. Their strength, not even a first-grade great demon would exchange for!

Most importantly, after this sword array’s churn, the city at the mountain’s foot, its mortals, and the attacking army were all dispersed like illusions.

They were all fake.

Wang Wu watched from a distance, drenched in a cold sweat from fright!

Without a doubt, this was the truth.

Who knows how many heroes who escaped over the past fifteen years have fallen into the trap.

Fifteen years, yet there are still first-grade experts intercepting and screening here. The key is their disguise techniques are too excellent.

Too powerful.

Wang Wu’s previously highest level of danger perception couldn’t detect a thing.

This indicates that their foundational daoist techniques are more perfect than what he has mastered.

Moreover, just now he merely glanced a few times, and that guy actually sensed someone was spying on him. This perception—no, the other must have cultivated divine thought too.

Damn it.

Dare not linger any longer, Wang Wu went underground without a word, fleeing to thirty thousand meters deep into the ground again, setting up the Profound Iron House and hiding.

This time, he felt it necessary to first read Liu Zongbai’s diary, along with the Daoist Skill Manual; without mastering them properly, he truly dared not step outside.

The outside world was more perilous than he had imagined.

After hiding underground for seven or eight days and seeing no commotion outside, Wang Wu finally exhaled with relief, then took out Liu Zongbai’s Diary Chronicles, skimmed through it, classified by chronological order, and took a diary from a hundred years ago to read with his Level 15 Spiritual Talent.

Actually, divine thought purification could read it too, but Wang Wu kept a mindful eye, fearing there might be some trap within.

Divine thought purification is his most core demon soul advancement, the most essential and basic stuff.

In contrast, Level 15 Spirit Essence seems more like understanding the jade scroll’s structural function, its spiritual qi rhythm rules inside, then finding the source code that records sound and image, further breaking it down before recombining into understandable meaning.

These are two concepts.

Like the former is directly reading words on a paper with eyes, the latter is all about carbon-14, electrons, neutrons, atoms, biological cycles, archaeological science, etc...

"My name is Liu Zongbai, this is my twenty-fifth year in the Jade Cauldron Immortal Alliance, Heaven have mercy, I finally had the fortune to become a deacon disciple of the alliance, qualifying me to receive higher-level tasks and to learn more advanced cultivation techniques."

"This morning, the senior who received me, a sixth-grade guardian disciple of the Immortal Alliance, gave me twelve blank jade scrolls, and told me that Jade Cauldron Immortal Alliance has an unwritten secret, which all disciples may encounter or understand, the premise being, recording the daily life of cultivation, and the insights and experiences; in short, spontaneous is fine."

"I sneered at this, but since everyone does it, I had no reason not to, so I gradually wrote down some heartfelt words, some cultivation insights, travel experiences, though awkward at first, over time it felt like there was an intimate friend in this jade scroll I could confide in."

"He watches me silently, cares about me, but never blames or ridicules me... "

"My heart is so comforted!"

...

"What is this nonsense?"

After Wang Wu used his Level 15 Spirit Essence to circle around about a hundred times, finally deciphering these few diary entries, he had to admit, this Jade Cauldron Immortal Alliance is really damn twisted.

However, to directly use divine thought to view it was impossible, he wouldn’t fall for the trick.

This time, even without danger perception warnings, he sensed something was amiss.

A group of cultivators writing diaries?

And collectively writing diaries at that!

Are you crazy or am I crazy!

What kind of behavior is this, like that Zuo Wanghuo Zi brother!

In conclusion, there’s definitely a demon when things go offbeat, it might as well be a trap.