Evil Mage Cultivation: The Immortal Enslavement Path-Chapter 89: Gathering Pieces

To build a body fitting for a god, a sacrifice is naturally needed. Six million lives might sound like a large number, but in the grand scheme of the world it was a tiny drop in the ocean.

A single mountain alone held more mineral wealth than a pile of six million corpses, but at his current stage, refined human essence was the only material available to him.

What did he need to achieve such a goal?

First was what he had stated since the first day he descended into this world.

Power.

Even with enough material at hand, without sufficient power he couldn't make it happen. Right now he was at the 9th stage with 10,000 spirit stones in his ring, enough to jumpstart the process.

Second was obstacles.

The three great powers were much stronger than him. To fight all of them alone he would need to be at core formation stage at minimum, which was borderline impossible at this point.

At most he could handle one, maybe two of the three, and that would be enough for the plan to finish.

He was currently at the second stage.

When the Flaming Cloud Sect fell, the final piece would fall into place, but to make that happen he needed to complete the final preparations himself.

Han Suwen appeared on the outskirts of the city, cloaked himself with an invisibility spell, and slipped back inside.

His first order of business was the weapon shop. The spear he had commissioned should already be finished.

Han Suwen appeared on the outskirts of the town, quickly cloaked himself with an invisibility spell, and slipped back inside.

His first order of business was the weapon shop.

The spear he had commissioned should already be finished.

The sign out front read Closed. It was late enough that the shop had naturally shut down for the night, but he could still hear faint metal clanking from inside, which meant the owner was awake, and that was good enough for him. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

His body dissolved into shadow and reformed on the other side of the locked door.

He knocked on the inner door to announce himself.

"Who's there at this hour?! Are you blind, I said I'm closed!" The muscular blacksmith, Rong, came stomping out with a hot hammer ready to cave in whatever skull had decided to bother her, until she saw the face at her door.

"Oh, isn't it the miracle boy~! What business do you have at this hour?" Rong asked, settling down. His reputation had grown considerably these days.

The potions his master had been selling had helped a lot of people, her closest friend among them, so she let the aggression go.

"I have urgent business coming up and came to check if my spear is ready," Han Suwen said, wearing Wu Han's face through the illusion.

He had spent almost every coin he'd taken from the Wu clan massacre on this single spear.

The body alone wasn't enough. He needed an edge if he was going to handle whatever obstacles this town threw at him.

"It's done! I was going to deliver it after I caught up on my other orders. Your damn spear made me fall behind on an entire queue, you know that?" Rong gave Han Suwen a playful shove on the shoulder.

She had spent the entire week doing nothing but crafting his spear, and now she had a mountain of backlogged work to get through, which was why she was still here hammering away past midnight with no time to make deliveries.

"Haha... Sorry about that," Han Suwen laughed.

Once inside, Rong walked to a reinforced chest in the back and produced a handcrafted key to unlock it.

The spear was too valuable to leave anywhere less secure.

Click.

The moment the chest opened, a roar of lightning rang out and a spark flashed through the room. Han Suwen felt the charge in the air from where he stood, the power inside howling outward like a storm that hadn't decided to break yet.

But just brewing. Not yet unleashed.

"Whatever you're planning to do with it, don't do it in my shop," Rong said.

She handed him the spear. It gleamed against the forge fire with a blue glow, the handle forged from cold metal, the tip reinforced with layered alloy.

The weight was substantial, far heavier than it looked, but a quick scan with his divine sense told him its durability exceeded even the Wu clan's sword.

"You said you wanted something that could take this level of damage, not something easy to wield against it," Rong said, tossing him a scrap spear she had used as a reference sample, showing the kind of punishment the new one needed to be able to endure.

"No, this is far beyond what I expected." Han Suwen turned it over in his hands.

The detail ran deeper than the surface. It wasn't just the metals she had combined, she had worked in rare wood and fur as well, threading the construction so it could channel various forms of energy rather than just one.

"Now go away, I've got work to do," Rong shooed him toward the door, but Han Suwen lingered.

"Let me ease your muscles as a bonus payment. You must be exhausted doing such magnificent work," Han Suwen offered, which made Rong laugh and nod.

"Oh, that would be wonderful. My shoulders have been giving me grief for days now. Some healing would be nice." Rong stretched her back out with a groan. Working day and night swinging heavy metal, even a cultivator's body had its limits under that kind of prolonged strain.

"I just need you to turn around and take a deep breath."

Rong turned her back to him and faced the wall, closed her eyes, and prepared to be treated by the disciple of the best doctor in town.

She didn't see the light reflecting off the spear tip behind her.

Sky Piecer!

The spear drove through her skull with precision. She dropped instantly.

"Don't worry." He restored the body and raised her as undead, the same method he had used on Ming, binding Rong into servitude. "A skilled worker like you is too valuable to waste."

"For now, get back to work. Regroup with the others when the time comes."

Rong bowed and returned to the forge, counting through her backlog like nothing had happened.

Next, he traveled through the shadows across town and visited Hui Lian's shop.

It was already closed at this hour. Inside were three figures. Hui Lian and Haoyu sleeping on the bed, and Ming standing perfectly still like a statue keeping watch. Something about her was different though.

Her right arm was missing.

"Wake up."

A snap of his fingers and every candle in the room lit at once.

All three women snapped open their eyes and greeted him.

"Welcome back, master." Hui Lian, now completely under the spell after the mind control had fully settled in, kowtowed to the floor alongside Haoyu and held the position without looking up.

Han Suwen cast a spell and pulled all three memories out to read like a report.

He had resorted to this method since staying connected to them constantly risked detection.

They had taken his base knowledge and enhanced the production spell to mass produce potions for sale. Current sales sat at around 100,000 bottles.

Han Suwen was very pleased.

It was far more than he had expected, nearly twice the amount.

"Once we're done with all this, I'll copy her skills into you so your work becomes easier." He spoke to Hui Lian, who smiled with genuine gratitude.

"Thank you, master." Haoyu echoed the same. "You are too kind, master."

The two of them had worked remarkably well as a pair.

Hui Lian was diligent to her core, and even after having her mind wiped she had retained that fundamental trait.

Haoyu had enormous ambition but no real skill to back it, so once paired with someone capable, her sharpness finally had somewhere useful to go.

The idea to focus mass production exclusively on healing potions and antidotes had come entirely from her.

Even with their personalities reduced to something close to mindless obedience, they still thought better than an undead like Ming, who was now missing an arm from a fight to protect the two girls from an aggressor.

Someone had inevitably tried to steal the miracle doctor's secrets, and keeping that from happening was Ming's entire purpose.

"Good work," Han Suwen said to Ming, but she didn't respond.

She had no mind of her own, unlike the two girls.

He summoned Wu Zhen out next, stationing him as backup in case anything else came up.

"I'll return in a month. Carry on as you were."

He recharged the spirit stones powering the magic circle, then disappeared into the night.

His body reformed far outside the city, away from any prying eyes.

Now for the final step.

He tossed out a spirit stone and an emerald magic circle expanded outward beneath his feet.

His hand glowed with an eagle sigil as he stretched it forward.

"Heed my call, Theron!"