Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 386: This Esteemed One Is a Protector of the Heavenly Court—The Nether World Heavenly King
Chapter 386: This Esteemed One Is a Protector of the Heavenly Court—The Nether World Heavenly King
Seeing Vice Creed Leader Shi suppressing him in every aspect, the wizened old man’s heart sank. How could this junior be this strong? It’s completely beyond my expectations.
Among the Great Yu Dynasty’s Fusion cultivators of the diabolic path, I was ranked as one of the strongest. Only the most elite Fusion diabolic overload could pressure me.
Damn it! What luck is this?! I simply ventured out to refine a Myriad Soul Banners, only to end up with a bunch of livestock that can’t understand my commands, and now, I’ve encountered an elite Fusion diabolic overlord.
The Battle of the Great Era hasn’t even fully erupted, yet I’m already encountering such opponents?
If this fight goes on, I’ll only lose!
Run!
No longer willing to prolong the battle, the old man turned and fled.
His wealth of survival experience told him that temporary defeat didn’t equate future defeat. As long as I devote myself to cultivation and return for vengeance, who would dare mock me for escaping today?
He didn’t consider targeting Lu Yang and Tao Yaoye. These two people have solid foundations, but their cultivation is too low; they’re likely my enemy’s disciples. Diabolic cultivators valued themselves the most. Abducting disciples as hostages was nothing more than a joke in their eyes.
Leaving six diabolic skulls to stall them, the wizened old man transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the distance.
“Damn it, that shameless old bastard! Running just like that?!” Vice Creed Leader Shi cursed out loud. He showed none of the dignity befitting an expert.
Not that I wouldn’t have done the same if I were in his position.
Suddenly, ripples stirred the air. A figure silently materialized behind the wizened old man. In his hand was an item resembling a brick, which he promptly swung at the old man.
The old man staggered, then plummeted from the sky.
“Who is it?!” He scrambled into a defensive stance, but the whack on his head was way too hard and way too practiced. He was left dizzy and barely able to stand.
Realizing that another expert was present, he prepared to flee again.
The brick-wielding figure curled his lips into a smirk that could send chills down people’s spines.
“You think you can escape this heavenly king?” The figure’s gaze bore into the old man, causing the latter to freeze and lose his ability to resist.
The old man’s stupor lasted only half a second before he recovered.
But for a Fusion cultivator, half a second was more than enough.
That figure kicked the old man and ruthlessly pinned him to the ground with his foot.
The old man tried to escape by burrowing into the ground, but the figure unhurriedly pointed downward. In an instant, the earth hardened and became as indestructible as meteoric ore. Even slamming his head against the ground didn’t work for the old man.
“Pointing Ground To Steel?!” Both the old man and Vice Creed Leader Shi exclaimed in unison, recognizing it as a mighty ability that restrained earth-escape techniques. This move had almost been lost to time, with only the Five Great Immortal Sects and archaic cultivators still able to perform it.
The figure stared coldly at the wizened old man, increasing the pressure on his foot until the old man screamed out loud.
“Who are you?” The old man snarled, glaring at the figure who had suddenly appeared. If not for him, I would have already escaped.
However, he couldn’t summon the will to resist. The methods the figure had demonstrated surpassed even Vice Creed Leader Shi.
Vice Creed Leader Shi also eyed the figure warily. The fact that he could intervene at a critical juncture means that he has been following us all this time. Yet I didn’t detect anything.
Such profound and unfathomable concealment arts!
The figure’s eyes were as deep and unmeasurable as ancient wells. He glanced at the sprawled on the ground, then at Vice Creed Leader Shi. His voice was calm, but it dripped with arrogance and contempt. “This esteemed one is the Heavenly Court Creed’s protector—the Nether World Heavenly King.
Vice Creed Leader Shi’s expression shifted. As I thought, he’s a protector from the Heavenly Court Creed. And his title is also “Nether World.” Could he be related to the ancient Nine Netherworlds?
The old man was baffled. What is the Heavenly Court Creed? I’ve investigated all the major factions, but why haven’t I heard of any organization called Heavenly Court Creed?
As Lu Yang and Tao Yaoye witnessed First Elder stepping on an archaic Fusion cultivator and looking down on a diabolic creed’s vice leader with unbridled arrogance, they could barely stifle the urge to facepalm and grumble.
Since Lu Yang meeting a diabolic creed’s vice leader was a dangerous affair, the Dao-Seeking Sect naturally had to send someone over.
Originally, Lu Yang hadn’t planned to let anyone follow him, but First Elder somehow caught wind of his intention to meet Shi Huagu with Tao Yaoye and volunteered to protect him.
In the name of “protecting the Dao-Seeking Sect’s future.”
Watching First Elder now, Lu Yang suspected that protecting him was an excuse. Showing off is the real reason.
Assured that First Elder was an ally, Vice Creed Leader Shi relaxed. He squatted down and slapped the old man twice, barking, “Speak! Why did you kill so much livestock?!”
The old man seethed, finding Vice Creed Leader Shi too insulting. “You think I’m a lunatic? Why would I kill livestock? I’m a f*cking diabolic cultivator, not the owner of a slaughterhouse! If I had known that these blood auras originated from a slaughterhouse, why would I have wasted the effort refining a Myriad Souls Banner?”
Shi Huagu felt that the old man made sense, so he slapped him twice again.
“Speak! How did the villagers disappear?!”
“What villagers? That place was empty when I arrived!” The wizened old man was puzzled. There’s no feud between us, so why is he targeting me?
“That shouldn’t be the case. So it wasn’t you?”
“No!”
Vice Creed Leader Shi could tell the old man wasn’t lying. We are all diabolic cultivators. There’s no need to hide our murderous acts.
“How odd.”
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Meanwhile, at the Everlasting Breeding Farm, the previous leader of the Everlasting Creed gazed at the endless expanse of the breeding farm, where cattle and sheep grazed lazily. Taking in this tranquil scene, he slowly sighed.
“Your Excellency, what’s wrong?” The three female ghosts, Little Five, Little Six, and Little Seven, came forward to express their concern.
“I was just reminiscing about the times I ran a slaughterhouse as creed leader.”
“You’ve run a slaughterhouse before?”
“What, can’t a man have hobbies?
“I have never mentioned it to you, but before joining the Everlasting Creed, my family owned a slaughterhouse. Later, we were wanted by the authorities for tax evasion. The Everlasting Creed saw that I was a talent and recruited me.
“Just kept muddling along, and I somehow ended up as creed leader.”
“After becoming creed leader, I’d often reminisce about those days of running the slaughterhouse. My subordinates were as dumb as pigs and often made me angry. Since the members of the Everlasting Creed were sparse, and new subordinates were hard to recruit, I bought a bunch of puppets, built a small village in the wastelands, and named it ‘Huai’an Village.’
“I controlled the puppets to pose as villagers and run a slaughterhouse, slaughtering pigs every day as if they were slaughtering subordinates. Just like that, we continued slaughtering for three to four hundred years and became an old-school slaughterhouse locally.
“Later, I got captured, as you can see now. The slaughterhouse was confiscated, and the imperial court sold off all the pigs, cows, and sheep inside. They ordered me to stop all puppet activities and subsequently took away the puppets too.
“Now, Huai’an Village is just an empty shell filled with useless bloody aura. Even the imperial court has no idea how to handle it and has left it be.”
“Wouldn’t the bloody aura be exploited by diabolic cultivators, like refining it into Myriad Soul Banners?” Little Seven was worried, for they had nearly been refined into a soul banner.
The creed leader burst out laughing.
“How could that be possible? Only a moronic diabolic cultivator would use this kind of bloody aura to refine a Myriad Souls Banner.”
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