svetikya Chapter 92.1 The Entire Deviant World of Zhuxian Cultivation
Chapter 92.1 The Entire Deviant World of Zhuxian Cultivation
Chapter 92 A Completely Derailed World of Immortal Cultivation (3k words, seeking first subscription and monthly votes)
To be honest, he had heard of almost every famous sacred mountain, blessed land, and major sect in the Central Plains and even the Southern Frontier and overseas. He had never heard of Tianshan and Xiaoyao Sect, but that did not stop him from flattering them.
The reason for his change of attitude is quite simple.
At first, when he saw Russell using talismans, he thought he was a righteous person who wanted to reap the benefits, so he quickly released the restriction on the Blood Transformation Blade. Later, when he saw Russell drain the Old Ghost You dry, he finally felt relieved.
There are no other reasons. The righteous sects have strict rules and would never tolerate a disciple who uses demonic arts.
The world is vast, and cultivators are not only divided into the righteous path and the demonic path; there are also wanderers who exist outside of these two paths.
The Old Ancestor of Wind and Moon of Dongfang Jieshi Mountain is like this. Such a person has profound Taoist cultivation and usually acts between good and evil. He does not commit any great evil and does not contend with the world, so neither the righteous nor the evil paths will easily provoke him.
It is conceivable that the so-called Tianshan Spirit Palace is also like this, with its disciples acting as they please and their cultivation methods being both righteous and evil, which is not surprising. If we can befriend them, it might actually be a good thing for the Blood Refining Hall at present.
Once the misunderstanding was cleared up, Elder Nian immediately regained his composure as the leader of the gang and began to direct the cleanup, arranging for Liu Hao to clean up the battlefield.
There was nothing he could do. Wild Dog Taoist had now climbed up to Russell's side, and was no longer someone he could control.
Liu Hao understood this as well. He cursed the wild dog for getting lucky in his heart, but dared not show it on his face. He could only reluctantly agree and lead the remaining disciples to rush towards the ruins of the Blood Fiend Sect's base.
As for the remaining Blood Fiend Sect members, seeing their sect leader die like that, they all cried out for mercy.
The demonic path is unlike the righteous path; it has no faith to speak of, especially for small sects like this, which believe in gathering when there is profit and dispersing when there is no profit.
If it were the Blood Refining Hall that was defeated today, everyone except for stubborn bastards like Wild Dog would surely suffer the same fate.
"Good little Bu, you've been hiding this trick all along! You've really made your big brother proud!" Russell landed back beside Xiao Yicai, and Wild Dog Taoist also flew over with his fang club. His beastly face was all smiles, showing no suspicion whatsoever. He was full of joy at his little brother's success and excitement at his own moment in the limelight.
"This is all thanks to my brother," Russell laughed, hands on his hips, looking like a close buddy.
Xiao Yicai glanced at Wild Dog Taoist with a complicated expression, thinking that this guy was truly an oddball in the Demonic Sect.
Anyone else with a more rational mind would probably have already begun to suspect Russell's motives for coming to his side, but this guy is still smug and complacent.
If only the Demonic Sect were full of people like Wild Dog Taoist.
Not long after, Liu Hao finished surveying the battlefield and burned the Blood Fiend Sect to the ground.
In this battle, the Blood Refining Hall suffered more than 20 casualties, but it also received the surrender of more than 50 Blood Fiend Sect soldiers. In addition, with the treasures accumulated by the Blood Fiend Sect over the past two hundred years, it can be said that it was a great victory.
Then comes the much-anticipated distribution of spoils, which is also the most important part that drives the disciples to risk their lives.
The main hall of the Blood Refining Hall headquarters.
The eldest brother sat in the highest seat, and the three elders and Russell each had their own seats. Xiao Yicai stood expressionlessly behind Russell, massaging his back.
Just now, at the enthusiastic invitation of Elder Nian, Russell reluctantly became the Discipline Elder of the Blood Refining Hall, while Xiao Yicai was appointed Russell's number one underling.
Russell, who had been sitting with an air of authority, suddenly tilted his head, glanced sideways, and began to speak in a sarcastic tone: "Hey? Little Zhou, do you have some complaints about my arrangements?"
Seeing everyone's eyes turn to him, Xiao Yi immediately put on a fawning smile: "How could I be dissatisfied? To be able to serve by the elder's side is a blessing I've accumulated over several lifetimes. How could I be dissatisfied?"
"That took some effort, didn't it? Do you have no idea how much effort I, your elder, expended today to kill that old ghost You?"
Bullshit! All you're doing is throwing talismans around! What a waste of your energy.
Xiao Yicai cursed inwardly, but increased the force in his hands.
When Russell delivered the chop, there was no reaction from Russell. Instead, Russell felt as if he had struck an incredibly tough piece of raw cowhide, the impact causing his finger bones to ache, and he had to force himself not to grimace.
Russell grinned. "That's it? You haven't eaten?"
"Ahem!" Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, the eldest brother signaled for the spoils-sharing ceremony to officially begin. After everyone's gaze lingered on him for three seconds, he slowly spoke: "Gentlemen, we have conquered the Blood Fiend Sect this time, but this is not the final victory. Our journey has only just begun!"
The opening remarks of leaders all seem to be cut from the same mold. The moment they open their mouths, they exude a familiar air, making Russell feel as if he had returned to the company's annual meeting when he was an intern.
First, there was a half-hour reminiscence of the glorious past, followed by a half-hour look ahead to the next thirty years of trials and tribulations, interspersed with the leader's own love, hate, and grudges.
Russell decisively and skillfully cleared his mind, leaned back in his chair, and avoided polluting his database with this unproductive nonsense.
Half an hour passed, and the eldest disciple, his throat dry from talking, stopped to drink some tea. He glanced down and saw that the disciples were either drowsy or staring blankly. He couldn't help but sigh.
According to the old records passed down in the Blood Refining Hall, the Black-Hearted Ancestor would summon his disciples to give a speech after every victory to boost morale, and the effect was remarkable. So why did it work completely when it came to him?
Seeing that no one was interested in the Blood Refining Hall's past, Elder Nian stopped wasting time, took a sip of tea, and steered the conversation towards the distribution of spoils: "Alright, enough of the small talk. This great victory is all thanks to the bravery of all the brothers in fighting the enemy. According to the rules, it's time to reward those who have contributed!"
Upon hearing this, those who were daydreaming stopped daydreaming, and those who were sleeping stopped sleeping. They all looked at the eldest brother with shining eyes.
With a wave of his hand, the old man opened the five boxes behind him on their own, which were filled with the essence blood of some demonic beasts or pills. He didn't stand on ceremony and had these things distributed directly. Xiao Yicai only glanced at them and lost interest. These were not anything special and were only useful to disciples who had just started cultivating.
But for the poor, lowly henchmen of the Blood Refining Hall, they had never seen such a treasure before. Their breathing became heavy, and the disciples who received the pills shouted slogans louder and louder than the last.
After the underlings finished distributing their supplies, it was time for the elders to receive theirs. The greatest contributor to this battle was naturally the newly appointed Discipline Elder, Russell.
The eldest son then took out three wooden boxes, placed them on the table, and opened them himself.
The wooden box contained the Blood Fiend Scripture of the Blood Fiend Sect, the Blood Transformation Blade of Old Ghost You, and a bottle of tiger demon essence blood that Old Ghost You obtained from an unknown source.
"Elder Luo, please choose first." The eldest brother looked at Russell with a polite attitude.
Russell chose the former without hesitation, as he urgently needed to understand the cultivation system of this world.
Zhang Xiaofan is a good kid in every way, except he's too honest. Once he's made up his mind, he won't easily change it. He'd be willing to brave mountains of knives and seas of fire for his friends, but he wouldn't reveal his sect's secret techniques.
Seeing that Russell had made his choice, the remaining people divided up the other treasures and dispersed.
Following the eldest brother's directions, Russell arrived at another relatively quiet mountain near the main altar. On the mountain was a cave dwelling, which was the residence of an elder of the Blood Refining Hall many years ago, and had now been assigned to Russell.
Pushing open the stone door, the cave dwelling had already been cleaned and decorated by the disciples. To show their respect for this newly promoted elder, the cave dwelling was decorated quite luxuriously, complete with various lighting and simple magic arrays for gathering spiritual energy. There were even animal skin carpets and jade tables and chairs.
Russell looked around with satisfaction, dismissed the servants and disciples who were standing by, and immediately sat on the bed to read the so-called Blood Fiend True Scripture.
It is called a true scripture, but it is actually just a Jade Purity level cultivation method. In the mortal world, it is just a Qi Refining and Foundation Building method.
Russell looked at it closely, and the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.
Although what is written on it is a ruthless method of extracting the essence and blood of others and stealing their souls, and the words reveal naked plunder and killing, if you look at it from another perspective and put the object of the technique into yourself, it is a method of refining one's own essence and blood, nourishing the spirit with qi and blood, and making the essence, qi and spirit circulate and strengthen the origin.
Then, recalling the book's descriptions of Taiji Xuanqing Dao and Dafan Prajna, one focusing on cultivating Qi and the other on cultivating the body.
The combination of these three elements is surely the method for cultivating essence, energy, and spirit.
Setting down the martial arts manual in his hand, Russell lightly tapped his knee with his fingers, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
So, the Demonic Sect has completely gone astray?
Despite his thoughts and laughter, Russell quickly dismissed this overly simplistic idea.
As the saying goes, heroes are as numerous as carp crossing a river. The demonic path has been passed down for thousands of years, and countless people have been exceptionally talented. Even if most people are blinded by plunder and power, there should always be a few wise people who can see through the appearance and understand the true core of the technique.
Based on his rudimentary understanding of the history of the Demonic Cult, Russell quickly came up with new speculations.
The so-called corrections were simply the most appropriate choice under specific historical and environmental circumstances.
They seem to be righteous people, but their fighting methods are surprisingly simple. They treat their cultivation as fuel and rely entirely on magical weapons to fight. That's why.
It's all because of the phrase "survival of the fittest".
Throughout history, the righteous path has sought to destroy the demonic sect, while the demonic sect has sought to replace the righteous path. Both sides are so eager to fight each other to the death. Therefore, obtaining a magical artifact sooner means gaining stronger combat power sooner, which in turn means acquiring more resources sooner.
In this version where everyone is frantically increasing their combat power, refining magic weapons and improving skills are the mainstream gameplay.
Seeking inner strength is too slow; it doesn't allow one to convert cultivation time into real combat power in the shortest amount of time, which is considered extremely uneconomical by cultivators here.
Especially with player-controlled damage and faction-based warfare allowed, weakness means being vulnerable to attack. By the time you establish a solid foundation, your contemporaries may have already wiped you out ten or eight times through plunder and magic weapons. You won't even be able to protect your ancestral heritage or your life, let alone pursue cultivation and the Dao.
"Environment-shaping techniques, techniques adapting to the environment—that's tough!"