Acting on the simple idea of returning the favor when others showed him respect.

In addition, Wang Yu only needed this title as a bargaining chip to increase his own weight. The seat he chose was the last among the four seats of the Zuoqiu clan.

It belonged to a cultivator named Zuoqiu Bo at peak Core Formation.

He was around six hundred years old and still had a chance to contend for Nascent Soul, but without a breakthrough spirit item to assist him, the success rate was so low as to be almost negligible.

Often, among several thousand peak Core Formation cultivators who were qualified to attempt Nascent Soul, only a handful could produce Nascent Soul cultivators, which was already a matter of burning incense to thank the heavens.

The vast majority could not break through relying on themselves alone.

Among them.

Luck was also a factor that could not be ignored.

The newly born Nascent Soul cultivators of the Nine Peaks mostly came from the council of elders. Especially the top three elders. Not only were they powerful, they also controlled abundant resources.

Every once in a while, they could add another layer of foundation to the sect. Truly a cradle for old ancestors.

What Wang Yu had set his sights on was the position of Seventh Elder.

First, he would go to negotiate in person, then gather the other eleven elders as witnesses. Once this was done, the matter would be settled. As for the Cold Blood Mountain Lord, even if he wanted to interfere, he could not.

After all, this was a share voluntarily relinquished within the Zuoqiu clan.

There was simply no standing to stop it.

The two arrived outside Zuoqiu Bo’s cave abode and triggered the wind chime of the restriction at the entrance. He soon came out, his gaze carrying a hint of confusion.

“Huang Jiu. You are Wang Yu?”

“Greetings, Seventh Elder.”

After Wang Yu paid his respects, he let Huang Jiu take charge of the negotiations.

Whether it was him or his younger sister, they could only be considered in laws of the Zuoqiu clan. Strictly speaking, they should not have been able to interfere in this matter.

However, Zuo Qiuming’s mother was also a woman with means.

She herself was a mid stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and her father, the Huang clan ancestor, was also an early stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

A woman’s status in her husband’s family was not only related to her own strength. The strength of her maternal clan was also a major factor. This was precisely where the appeal of political marriages lay.

Huang Jiu stepped forward, presented the token given by his sister, and spoke concisely.

“Brother Bo, can you give your seat to Wang Yu?”

“This…”

Zuoqiu Bo frowned. In his heart, he was naturally unwilling. How comfortable was this position. Attendants waited on him, power was great, and resources could be grabbed in large quantities at will.

Even if he no longer needed them himself, using them to pave the way for his bloodline descendants and accumulate a family foundation was an excellent thing. Unless absolutely necessary, he truly did not want to give it up.

But the token of the Zuoqiu clan’s matriarch made it difficult for him to refuse.

After holding it in for a long time, he finally said.

“Has the clan head been informed?”

“Naturally.”

Strike first and report later. This was Zuo Qiuming’s idea. He was probably thinking of ways to smooth things over now. No matter what, getting the seat first was the proper course.

Half deceiving and half forcing.

After a long silence, Zuoqiu Bo said with an ugly expression.

“I understand. But the normal procedure still has to be followed. If this little friend Wang Yu is not strong enough, then do not blame this old man for knocking you down.”

Wang Yu heard this and naturally nodded.

This attitude was just right to vent the anger that had been stirred up. He also wanted to test how strong this group of people, who theoretically possessed peak Core Formation combat power, really were.

Zuoqiu Bo was merely looking at his youth and using procedural justice as an excuse to try to stall him.

However, he was thinking too much.

Before long.

The eleven members of the council of elders arrived from all directions. Every one of them was a peak Core Formation cultivator. They resided on Cold Blood Peak year round, coordinating resources sent from all regions and handling the sect’s internal affairs.

They rarely traveled far. Especially the higher ranked ones, who had a strong yearning for Nascent Soul.

The First Elder, Third, Fifth, and Tenth were members of the Zhuo clan.

The Second, Fourth, Sixth, and Seventh were elders of the Zuoqiu clan.

The Eighth and Twelfth came from the Ji family, the clan of the Heavenly Frost Demon Lord.

The Ninth and Eleventh were people of the Cold Blood Mountain Lord.

Just by looking at these rankings, one could tell how much discourse power the Zhuo clan and the Zuoqiu clan held. This was only the tip of the iceberg. No wonder the Cold Blood Mountain Lord and the Heavenly Frost Demon Lord did not dare to contend with them.

They could only fight among themselves and seize a few portions of spoils.

“Since everyone is present, the elder council seat exchange battle shall begin.”

The First Elder glanced at Wang Yu.

Back then, this man’s candidate status had been set at Zhuo Shouqing’s request. Now he had instead turned to the Zuoqiu clan. Although the two clans were practically wearing the same pair of pants.

They were different in the end, and it was inevitable that he felt some displeasure toward Wang Yu.

Of course.

When he thought of the outcome of the two Zhuo struggle, he fell silent. He had originally planned to strip Wang Yu of his elder council candidate status as a pledge of loyalty to Zhuo Shouyun.

Who would have thought this would happen. It was better not to intervene.

“Right here?”

“Of course. Cold Blood Peak is reinforced by formations. It will not collapse so easily. Little friend Wang, you may rest assured.”

Zuoqiu Bo replied, and his figure had already rushed into the high sky.

Wang Yu transformed into an aurora and chased after him.

He immediately greeted him with several Soul Extinguishing Finger strikes. As a divine sense secret art of the Heavenly Soul Sect, although it was not a divine ability, its power was still quite formidable.

Especially after Wang Yu had cultivated it to the perfection, he was thoroughly familiar with all its variations. With the support of early fourth rank divine sense, each Soul Extinguishing Finger extended nearly one hundred meters.

Fierce and violent soul destroying aura surged forward.

Zuoqiu Bo’s expression turned grave. From the center of his brows flew out a lotus shaped divine sense treasure, which hung upside down above his head. The radiance it released completely blocked several Soul Extinguishing Finger attacks.

“Excellent foundation, excellent treasure.”

The rarity of this type of divine sense treasure ranked among the highest in the cultivation world.

Very few people possessed such items.

From this, one could see just how many treasures the other party had acquired during his tenure as the Seventh Elder.

“Since you have struck, it would be impolite not to respond. Young friend Wang Yu, please test how powerful this old man’s divine ability is.”

A phantom eye pattern suddenly manifested behind Zuoqiu Bo. A cold and sinister sensation swept over the area, as if countless invisible ghostly hands were surrounding them.

They attempted to drag Wang Yu into an endless illusion.

“Illusionary Yin Profound Ice Art?”

He subconsciously recalled a third rank high grade cultivation art he had briefly read about when choosing techniques in the past, one that possessed extremely powerful illusion based divine abilities.

“Unfortunately, in front of me, illusions are not enough.”

Ripples surged within the lake of the heart.

The Asura killing intent of the Empty Self Realm exerted its power. This firm heart of the mind was sufficient to render him immune to illusionary interference.

The divine ability was shattered. Before Zuoqiu Bo could react, the incredibly fast Wang Yu had already closed the distance. There was a beautiful lady at home waiting to learn alchemy, so he intended to end the battle quickly.

Little Asura Killing Fist.

Killing intent materialized, evolving into a boundless sea of blood. A half Asura manifestation slammed down with a ferocious punch.

In an instant, the treasured lotus protecting the mind dimmed. Zuoqiu Bo gritted his teeth and activated his life-bound treasure, which was an artifact resembling a pure bottle.

The moment it appeared, it rapidly expanded.

A powerful suction force erupted from the mouth of the bottle, frantically drawing in the power of the killing intent blood sea. As the killing fist approached, a blood red beam of light suddenly sprayed forth from the bottle’s mouth.

Borrowing force to counter force.

Using the mind to wear down the mind.

Indeed, he had some skill. However, after experiencing the tempering of the Blood Slaughter Stele, Wang Yu’s control over killing intent was far beyond that of his former inexperienced self.

With a single thought, relying on perfected realm control, the killing fist split into a hundred. Although the power was divided, the effect did not diminish in the slightest.

The blood red beam only managed to erode part of the fist imprints.

The remaining dozens of punches all landed on Zuoqiu Bo’s body.

Lacking protection on the mental level, after being struck by the Little Asura Killing Fist, Zuoqiu Bo immediately froze in place, his entire body bruised and swollen.

The opportunity must not be missed.

With Wang Yu’s talent and keen perception in combat, he naturally would not let such a chance slip by. The Glazed Iceheart Tower escaped from his Qi sea, and the Frost Moon Pearl atop the tower shone brilliantly.

Considering that this was not a life and death battle, he did not use the Guanghan Twelve Phases. Instead, he empowered the Ice Soul Divine Light with his life-bound magic treasure and fired it forth. Once swept by the indigo blue beam,

Zuoqiu Bo’s aura rapidly declined. He turned into a massive block of ice and fell toward the ground, with faint signs of extinction appearing in both body and soul.

The tyranny of the Ice Soul Divine Light was fully revealed.

From the corner of his eye, Wang Yu glanced at the others still watching the battle. His figure flickered as he suddenly appeared behind Zuoqiu Bo.

A dragon’s roar pierced the heavens.

With a heavy and powerful punch, his right hand transformed into something akin to a tangible nether dragon head. Demonic Dragon Fist.

With this punch, Zuoqiu Bo would undoubtedly die.

At this very moment, the Grand Elder suddenly appeared. With a dark expression, he struck sideways with his palm, forcibly deflecting Wang Yu’s right hand by a small angle.

The air exploded.

Shockwaves formed a ring shaped impact that rapidly spread outward. The air itself became viscous from the blow, and a white column of compressed air slammed violently into the Cold Blood Peak below.

A thunderous boom resounded.

“Enough.”

The Grand Elder calmly clasped his hands behind his back. Hidden within his sleeves, his fingers trembled slightly, with blood seeping from the edges of his nails. He had clearly been injured by the recoil.

By contrast, Wang Yu smiled as if nothing had happened.

“I did not expect Elder Bo to be so weak. I had only just finished warming up. Could it be that the Grand Elder is interested in exchanging a move or two with Wang?”

“Hmph.”

“This battle is won by Wang Yu. From this day forward, he will take over the position of Seventh Elder.”

The Grand Elder did not respond further. Instead, he lifted Zuoqiu Bo in his hand and publicly announced the result.

The remaining elders all spoke up to offer their congratulations.

They truly had not expected that after returning from the Blood Abyss, Wang Yu would possess such strength. It was said that he had not yet been in Core Formation for even forty years, yet he was already able to defeat a peak Core Formation cultivator of the Elders Council.

Compared to sheer strength, the significance of this potential was even greater.

Truly the bearing of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Among the remaining three seats of the Zuoqiu clan, the two seats of the Ji family, and the two elder seats under the Cold Blood Mountain Lord, all revealed friendly smiles toward Wang Yu. Only the few from the Zhuo clan did not.

Without the Grand Elder taking the lead, they did not even show the slightest intention to move.

At the peak of Cold Blood Mountain.

The Cold Blood Mountain Lord, observing in secret, keenly perceived Wang Yu’s strength and was deeply shocked.

“Late Core Formation cultivation, early fourth-rank divine sense, body refinement level difficult to judge. At the very least it has reached late third-rank. This is truly astonishing.”

The path Wang Yu ultimately chose was not what he had hoped to see. Yet after revealing such strength, his view of Wang Yu inevitably changed.

“As long as this child does not die, achieving Nascent Soul is almost a foregone conclusion. It seems that regarding the Blood Pool Baptism, I must find a way to repair our relationship.”

And there was also Yan Ling.

He had previously thought Wang Yu was not fond of women. After noticing Tantai Chan, this view wavered. It was not that he disliked beauty, but that he disliked trouble.

If the two could be made Dao companions.

Once Wang Yu achieved Nascent Soul, he would naturally become a member of the Cold Blood master disciple faction, able to help him suppress the Heavenly Frost Demon Lord.

“This matter still requires long term planning.”

At the same time.

After melting the ice encasing Zuoqiu Bo, the Grand Elder personally retrieved the Seventh Elder’s identity ring and upgraded Wang Yu’s ice crown.

This was not only a symbol of status, but also allowed control over the formations of Cold Blood Peak. This time, the controllable portion increased, reaching one twelfth.

If the Elder Council members joined forces, they could fully activate the fourth-rank formation of Cold Blood Peak, sufficient to deal with any danger below late Nascent Soul.

This was equivalent to adding another layer of protection within the sect.

Zuoqiu Bo, having lost the Seventh Elder seat, appeared somewhat dejected. After bidding farewell to everyone, he left the sect, likely returning to Xianyin to inform his family.

Wang Yu achieved the goal he had long yearned for.

His heart finally settled completely. The entire process took no more than one hour, truly resolved at lightning speed.

In addition.

Regarding the Blood Pool Baptism, there would be a meeting to be held after more than half a month. Wang Yu was both a participant and a decision maker, a feeling that was remarkably strange.

It was like a competition.

He was both an athlete and a referee, and even had a say in who received the gold medal. The feeling was incredibly satisfying.

After exchanging a few polite words with everyone, he took his leave.

Wang Yu personally escorted Huang Jiu out of the sect.

For a moment, the other party felt rather emotional, continuously sizing up Wang Yu as if looking at a monster.

“Brother Wang truly lives up to his reputation. Zhuo Shouqing’s failure to choose to trust you was truly foolish.”

Wang Yu smiled indifferently.

“Perhaps this is fate. Such a good situation being stirred into this state, Zhuo Shouyun’s schemes were also a major factor. It cannot all be blamed on Zhuo Shouqing.”

“Sigh…”

That was how he put it, but it was merely polite talk.

Back then.

He had failed at the final step of forming a Nascent Soul, and had also suffered countless cold stares and slander. He was quite familiar with, and emotional about, the word fate.

“That is true. Farewell, Brother Wang.”

“When I have time, I will go to Xianyin for a visit. There will surely be another day we meet again.”

“Hahahaha.”

After seeing Huang Jiu off, Wang Yu had basically finished handling the matters after leaving the Blood Abyss. Now he only awaited the Blood Pool Baptism to see how much it could enhance his strength.

Besides that.

He still needed to place more types of alchemy techniques. He also still had five Heavenly Demons sealed, which had been fished out using the Firmament Mirror Image. After making perfect use of them.

He would have greater confidence when facing Fu Xiao.

Before breaking through to Nascent Soul, this matter had to be resolved. Spirit body aptitude was also a form of assistance, especially in its boost to cultivation efficiency.

Improving one’s foundational conditions was a direction he needed to strive toward throughout his life.

Only in this way could he maximize the effect of the Idle Slot.

A short while later.

Wang Yu’s cave abode.

After successfully returning home, the moment he entered, he saw Yu Tangtang straddling the five tailed snow fox, laughing loudly as she tugged at the little fox’s ears.

Her naughty child nature was fully on display.

Snowjade blinked her pitiful big eyes, casting a pleading look toward her master. Wang Yu decisively ignored it.

A dignified third-rank demon beast would not be killed just by playing around a bit.

Yu Tangtang knew her limits and did not really hurt her.

To the side.

Tantai Chan sat on a chair, holding a cup of tea, watching the two little ones play. The scene appeared especially warm.

Only when she saw Wang Yu did her eyes light up.

“You’re back.”

“Yes, everything is done.”

Wang Yu beckoned to Yu Tangtang. She immediately pounced over. The heavy little dumpling felt as light as nothing in his hands. After a bit of playful fussing, she finally spoke of serious matters.

“Father said that since you’re back, it’s time to take care of the proper business. This is the pill list. The required quantities and spiritual herbs have already been prepared.”

Wang Yu wore a helpless expression. At his current stage, his demand for third-rank resources was no longer very high. To have a significant effect, he had to obtain higher level fourth-rank precious resources.

Treasures of this level were not abundant even in the hands of the Blood Eye Demonic Flood Dragon.

“How about this…”