Devil Sect Genius

In this age when the people lived in misery, even tree bark and grass roots had been eaten clean—never mind spiritual medicine.

Even in peaceful times, spiritual medicine was a rare sight.

Yet a single stalk had actually emerged from the Devil Sect. One could imagine just how excited the middle-aged man was.

"My lord, should we make a move?"

the shop assistant asked expectantly.

"Forget it. Spirit Ginseng is sentient—who knows where it has run off to."

"We have limited manpower here, and we have a mission. Don't invite complications."

After weighing it over again and again, the middle-aged man reluctantly gave up.

Spirit Ginseng was certainly good, but he could not lose sight of what mattered most.

If they delayed the mission handed down from above, even ten stalks of Spirit Ginseng would not make up for it.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

Li Ye's life had been very peaceful. During that time, he went down the mountain to visit Zhou Bao, who was recovering from his injuries.

That fellow might have been skinny as a stick, but his constitution was excellent, and he was recovering well.

Moreover, Zhou Bao had sent people to purchase another batch of goods from elsewhere and was currently selling them off.

"Not a single Fierce Corpse. At this rate, I'm going to starve to death."

Li Ye grumbled.

The corpses delivered over the past half month had merely shown signs of Corpse Transformation. Not one had fully mutated.

As a result, the cultivation Li Ye obtained was limited.

At present, his strength stood at twenty-one thousand Jin of Strength. In half a month, he had only gained eight hundred Jin of Strength in cultivation—and that included the results of Li Ye's own day-and-night cultivation of the Nine Heavens Crimson Thunder Art.

And as Li Ye's strength grew greater and greater, he could barely even feel the increase brought by those eight hundred Jin of Strength.

The cultivation Li Ye required for each breakthrough was also increasing.

At that moment, Li Ye could not help recalling the Boss of Yaji Xuan Antique Shop he had seen on the street that day—the Great Jin Kingdom spy.

When should I find a way to kill him?

To Li Ye, those Great Jin Kingdom masters were as tempting as stalks of walking, human-shaped great medicine.

He thought about them at every moment.

Yaji Xuan Antique Shop:

Seeing the middle-aged man clutching his neck, A Da asked in surprise, "My lord, is your neck feeling chilly again?"

The middle-aged man nodded expressionlessly.

Yes, his neck had once again begun to feel inexplicably cold, as though a blade were hanging over it. It made his entire body uncomfortable.

The middle-aged man suspected that something had gone wrong with his cultivation these past few days.

But that was not the case.

He kept searching for the cause, yet found no clues whatsoever.

"Could someone be cursing me from afar?"

the middle-aged man guessed.

That afternoon, in the main administrative hall of the Corpse Refining Courtyard:

The Esteemed Deacon, dressed in a yellow robe, stood with his back to the crowd, his presence imposing.

Wu Qing and the other people in charge stood obediently along both sides, scarcely daring to breathe.

"Draw lots."

the Esteemed Deacon said indifferently.

With a wave of his hand, a subordinate appeared carrying a tray. On the tray sat a yellow teacup.

Just as the person in charge of Courtyard No. 1 was about to step forward, he thought for a moment and said, "This matter is no small thing. Let's not waste time—just let Old Wu go first."

Everyone froze for a moment, then understood what the person in charge of Courtyard No. 1 meant.

They all voiced their agreement.

"Makes sense. Old Wu, you go first."

"Exactly, exactly. We're all just extras here."

"I truly admire Old Wu's Gambling Technique."

Are those even human words?

Wu Qing was so furious his nose nearly twisted crooked.

These scoundrels were so certain he would draw it?

Outrageous.

Seeing the atmosphere suddenly turn lively, the Esteemed Deacon turned around with great interest and said to Wu Qing with a smile, "Old Wu, time is tight. Stop being modest—you go first."

Even the Esteemed Deacon thought so?

Old Wu felt as if an arrow had pierced his heart, leaving it utterly broken.

"Fine, but I think this is a waste of time."

Wu Qing declared confidently, then Stride Forward. With one hand, he lifted the cup lid; with the other, he reached in to pick out a paper ball.

Everyone cast curious looks his way.

Even the usually stone-faced Esteemed Deacon could not help leaning his head forward at that moment.

Wu Qing's fingers stirred the slips inside the teacup. One moment he chose this one, the next he chose that one. Nothing felt quite right, so he kept switching.

This one!

Wu Qing's eyes Lit up. Mm, this was the right feeling.

He had finally made the correct choice.

"Old Wu, open it already."

"Yes, yes, let us witness your Gambling Technique."

"Old Wu definitely won't disappoint us."

The crowd urged him on.

The Esteemed Deacon smiled from the side as well.

Wu Qing was beside himself with rage and cursed, "Gambling Technique my ass!"

"Open your Dog Eyes and See Clearly..."

Wu Qing gritted his teeth and simply held the paper ball toward the crowd, with his back to himself, then slowly unfolded it.

When it was halfway open, the hall suddenly fell silent.

Once it was fully unfolded, the great hall rang with the sound of everyone sucking in cold breaths.

What was wrong with these people? Had they all turned to stone?

"Looks like I've disappointed you all. I'm truly sorry about that."

Wu Qing realized something and burst into laughter. He turned the paper around to face himself and checked the result personally.

Then his eyes flew wide open.

There was, unmistakably, a faint horizontal stroke on the paper.

Fuck me...

Clap clap clap!

Everyone applauded.

"What an eye-opener."

"Old Wu, I'm completely convinced now."

"Old Wu, do you really not have a grudge against your Corpse Incinerator?"

The crowd teased.

With the result out, the Esteemed Deacon announced On the Spot, "Courtyard No. 3 will be served Roast Chicken."

Then he said to Old Wu, "Old Wu, not bad Gambling Technique."

Wu Qing stood there in a daze, A face full of utter despair.

At dusk, Li Ye opened his door and found a Roast Chicken and a jug of Fine Wine sitting right outside.

Well now—after so many days, it had finally arrived.

Li Ye was immensely excited. He picked up the Roast Chicken and Daughter's Red and carried them inside.

Then he began eating and drinking in great mouthfuls.

After gnawing on Steamed Corn Buns for half a month, his mouth had nearly faded enough to hatch birds.

As he ate, Li Ye discovered a Note hidden inside the chicken's belly.

Unhurriedly, he took it out and unfolded it.

By now, Li Ye was already Not afraid of any Fierce Corpses.

Forget Fierce Corpses—even Corpse Cultivators could be slapped straight into the Corpse Incineration Furnace with a single palm strike.

Deceased: Jun Wu Ye, Genius Disciple of the Devil Sect.

Cultivation: Qi Gathering Eighth Layer.

Cultivation Method: Demonic Rage Heart Method

Jun Wu Ye had a perverse temperament, formidable strength, and a ruthless way of doing things; he repaid every slight in full.

Died at noon.

Already undergoing Corpse Transformation. Exercise utmost caution.

The information on this Note was exceedingly detailed.

Although Li Ye had absolute confidence in himself, he was still mildly surprised after reading it.

A Devil Sect Genius?

How had he died near the Divine Concealment Sect?

Because of their temperaments and the Cultivation Methods they practiced, nearly one hundred percent of Devil Sect members underwent Corpse Transformation after dying.

Their personalities were extreme, their actions often extreme, and their Cultivation Methods extreme as well.

Yet Devil Sect members had always been like a Divine Dragon whose head was seen but whose tail never was, rarely revealing their tracks.

Even the Divine Concealment Sect did not know where their main headquarters was.

Rumor had it that the Devil Sect's headquarters lay in the Western Regions, yet its Disciples were scattered across the world. Every few years, righteous warriors descended the mountain to purge the Devil Sect's fiends.

But after all these years, they had never been wiped out completely.

After every great purge, they would resurface again in a very short time.

"Could there be a Devil Sect stronghold near the Divine Concealment Sect?"

Li Ye suspected.

A moment later, at the Corpse Incineration Hall:

Li Ye looked at the blood-soaked corpse on the stretcher and stepped forward with great interest.

His gaze had already faintly made out what seemed to be dense Red Hair beneath the Corpse Wrapping Cloth.

The corpse before him was dangerous—extremely dangerous.

Li Ye thought for a moment, then halted. With a thought, he summoned the Star Bead.

It muffled every sound in the room.

Then he reached out to lift the Corpse Wrapping Cloth.

ROAR!

Suddenly, the Corpse Wrapping Cloth flew up, a fierce wind blasting into his face as a thunderous roar rang out.

As though he had long been prepared, Li Ye shifted his body slightly and avoided the Corpse Wrapping Cloth whipping toward him.

Turning his head, he saw that the corpse on the stretcher had already risen, kneeling on one knee. The clothes on its body had been torn apart by the Corpse Qi permeating its surface, revealing a layer of Red Hair more than ten centimeters long...