My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 1464 - 540: King of the Western Command

The gray-blue sky pressed heavily on Lianyu City.

At the center of the city, a bronze Pill Furnace stood quietly, standing over a meter tall. The mouth of the furnace was deep and dark, with no sign of fire but a faint ominous red glow that was unsettling.

Beside the furnace, several figures wrapped in dark purple robes held in their hands bells that appeared neither metallic nor jade-like, their color was a ghastly white, as if made of bones.

"Ding…ling…ling…"

The sudden ringing of the bells was not piercing, yet it was like a bone-attaching sore, carrying a chilling penetration that swiftly engulfed the entire city.

As the sound of the bells reached their ears, the townsfolk curled up in corners, hiding under beds, or even frozen stiff in the streets, abruptly stiffened. Immediately, an indescribable pain erupted from deep within their bodies!

"Ah—"

An old woman curled up in a woodshed suddenly saw her sunken eye sockets burst open. A pitch-black Gu insect, bristled with fine backward spikes like a centipede, emerged wreathed in murky bloody tears, leaving behind hollow eye sockets.

At a street corner, a stout man painfully clutching his own arm, as if countless living things were frantically squirming and gnawing beneath his skin. With a "split" sound, the flesh tore open, revealing dozens of hair-thin Gu insects, shining with a dreary green light, scrambling to escape.

Such scenes occurred almost simultaneously across various corners of the city.

The sound of Gu insects breaking out of bodies rose and fell, mingling with short, piercing shrieks to form a requiem in the human Purgatory.

The dense masses of Gu insects, once freed from their hosts, merged on the streets into sticky, writhing "streams of insects" emitting intense bloody and decayed odors.

The insect torrents surged like armies, guided by the bell sounds, actively burrowing into the deep Pill Furnace where, driven by a crimson aura, they began to kill each other within, creating the sound of churning blood.

"Prince!"

The Wizard bowed, saying, "Due to insufficient time, the final effect of the Gu pills is about thirty percent less than anticipated."

"Hmm."

Prince Zhenxi asked, "What about the people in the city? The Gu disaster, I do not wish for it to be known."

"Rest assured, Prince."

The Wizard replied, "The residual Gu poison in their bodies will be enough to torment and kill them, albeit a few days later."

Prince Zhenxi said nothing more.

A few hours later, the sounds from within the Pill Furnace suddenly ceased.

After a brief silence, a refined purple-black light shot up to the sky.

As the light receded, a Gu insect crawled out from the edge of the furnace mouth.

It was just the size of a thumb, entirely covered in a deep night-like purple-black shell, naturally inscribed with patterns, its compound eyes coldly merciless, glimmering with an all-consuming light.

"Prince!"

The Wizard said excitedly, "It's done!"

"Good!"

Prince Zhenxi formed hand seals.

The Gu insect leaped onto his shoulder, then its dense limbs crawled up to his mouth, went down his throat, and finally arrived in his Dantian.

"Buzz—"

Zhu Liang's body seemed to be struck fiercely by an invisible Giant Hammer, suddenly recoiling backward, reaching out to firmly grasp the Pill Furnace to steady himself.

Beneath his skin, countless purple-black meridians twisted and spread like living things, swiftly crawling over his neck, cheeks, and limbs.

An indescribable pain assailed him.

Yet Prince Zhenxi's face remained unchanged, quickly adjusting to the torment, he formed more seals, operated the Cultivation Technique, digesting the side effects brought by the Gu pill.

After a cup of tea later.

The purple-black meridians over his body receded like tidal waters, his pupils deepened with a cold purple hue belonging to the Gu insect, an immensely chilling and ferocious aura erupted from his Dantian!

It's done!

"Congratulations, Sect Hierarch, the old wounds healed!"

"Congratulations, Prince!"

"..."

"Qi Refinement level seven."

Prince Zhenxi sensed the surging mana within, aside from excitement in his eyes, there was more of dissatisfaction: "Late Stage of Qi Refining, in this mortal world, it is already the best under heaven, yet in the true Cultivation World, still only an ant!"

"Sect Hierarch need not worry."

The Wizard bowed, saying, "In the future, similar Blood Sacrifices can be frequently conducted amidst chaos, the mortal world lacks much, but talents are plenty."

"Hmm."

Prince Zhenxi took a deep breath, about to speak when he heard a commotion ahead.

Amidst the sounds of Armour shattering and wails, a White Robe dragging a long spear appeared in front of the altar.

For this person's arrival, Prince Zhenxi was not surprised, rather he curled his lips and spoke voluntarily, "You have finally come."

"Where is Ah Ji?"

Chen Sansi remained expressionless: "Where are they?"

Prince Zhenxi glanced to his side.

General Deng understood.

At his order.

Several bloody figures were dragged out of the heavy rain, discarded like waste on the street.

It was none other than Ah Ji and his three disciples.

Their faces were pale, lips purple, pupils scattered, barely breathing.

Chen Sansi crouched down, reached out to diagnose, then his expression turned gloomy. Ah Ji and the others were deeply poisoned, their lives were likely forfeit.

"I gave them a deadly poison that has no cure, they are doomed."

Prince Zhenxi said coldly, "I do not understand why you, being an Immortal like me, care so much about these mortals? Even willing to risk returning for them."

"Immortal?"

Chen Sansi raised his head, looking at Zhu Liang standing high, his gaze betraying uncontrollable contempt: "Someone who barely reaches the Late Stage of Qi Refining through Evil Cultivation dares claim to be an Immortal before me?"