Schemes from Another World! [Bonus Chapter 4]

A cultivation world.

Three mortals with no spiritual energy fluctuations whatsoever were tightly bound and thrown into the center of the main hall.

Their mouths seemed to have been sealed with something, leaving them unable to speak. They could only mumble incoherently.

On the elevated seat at the top of the hall's steps sat a dignified middle-aged man, his piercing gaze fixed on the three of them. He radiated the aura of one accustomed to command.

His fingers tapped repeatedly against the armrest as though he were pondering something.

Several cultivators stood on either side of the hall. Even the weakest among them was at the early Golden Core stage.

The oppressive atmosphere and waves of pressure forced the three ordinary mortals to their knees.

Their bodies trembled as their muffled cries grew louder.

"Sect Master, these three have already been examined. There are no traces of cultivation on them whatsoever."

"As for the specific information regarding that world, the Sect Master will need to investigate it personally."

The elderly man, who appeared to be at the middle Golden Core stage, bowed toward the elevated seat and reported the information regarding the three mortals.

No traces of cultivation?

That matched the information Zhang Fan had sent back.

But where was Zhang Fan?

More than two months ago, the Nine Cauldrons Sect had used a secret treasure to open a gateway to another world.

Since they had no idea what dangers awaited on the other side, they could only send a Foundation Establishment cultivator ahead to scout things out.

Zhang Fan had been the one sent.

According to the original plan, after transmitting the information, Zhang Fan was supposed to return during the designated period.

Yet after more than two months, aside from the initial message, there had been no further news from Zhang Fan.

Where was he?

He couldn't have simply vanished, could he?

Or had he been slain by a powerful expert from that other world?

In any case, to avoid making an incorrect judgment based on insufficient information, the Nine Cauldrons Sect had decided to actively gather intelligence from the other world.

They briefly opened the spatial passage through the secret treasure, and the three people had happened to be caught in the spatial fluctuations.

"I understand."

The Nine Cauldrons Sect Master slowly nodded from his elevated seat, indicating that he understood the situation. He lightly waved his hand.

The next moment, golden light shone from his ordinary eyes, releasing the restraints on the three mortals.

"Spare us! Spare us! Whatever you want to know, I can tell you!"

One of the mortals knelt on the ground in panic, sweat dripping from his body as he trembled.

He had only been working as an extra. How had he ended up in something like this?

If it had merely been an ordinary transmigration, it might have been fine. Maybe he could even have become some kind of protagonist.

But the three of them had been captured together. Whether they could even survive was a problem.

Cultivators!

Who would have thought cultivators really existed in this world?

The three were deathly pale. The other two also scrambled to speak. "Spare us! I can tell you too! I'll serve you like an ox or horse, just don't kill me!"

Kneeling on the ground, they were truly terrified.

The only sounds in the hall were the cries of the three men.

"Which of you is willing to tell me everything you know?"

A faint smile actually appeared on the Sect Master's face. Ignoring their cries, he spoke.

"Me! Me! I can!"

The youngest-looking mortal immediately spoke up first.

The other two were somewhat annoyed that they had failed to beat him to it.

"Oh? Very well."

The Sect Master chuckled and extended a hand.

In an instant, the man who had just spoken was sucked into his grasp.

A scream rang out. His body began trembling, faster and faster.

Thud.

In barely a second, the man fell from his hand and rolled down the steps.

On the elevated seat.

The Sect Master's expression remained blank as he began examining the information within the man's soul.

A mortal's physical constitution and soul quality simply could not withstand a complete soul search.

But it was enough.

"Cultivation World Show? A variety show? It really is exactly the same."

The Sect Master had already obtained the information he wanted. His fingers lightly tapped the armrest as he spoke.

It was the same as the information Zhang Fan had provided.

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The elders below also nodded.

Only the two unlucky extras were trembling, praying inwardly.

Soul searching!

They had read novels before, so they naturally recognized the method used just now.

If a soul search revealed everything, what purpose did the two of them still serve?

There was only one path left for them: death!

"My lord, I'm willing to serve you like an ox or horse, to act as your vanguard in conquering that world!"

"My lord, my lord, I'm willing too! You can treat me like a pile of shit if you want. I'll go disgust them!"

Well then.

One was willing to serve like an ox or horse, while the other had directly turned himself into crap.

It could only be said that they truly wanted to live.

"Interesting."

The Sect Master stared at their trembling bodies, and the smile on his face widened.

But to the two men, that smile was no different from a demon's grin.

Fear!

Their hairs stood on end.

So this was what true cultivators were like.

"What do you think?"

The Sect Master had actually already made up his mind. Two people who knew about the other world would be useful assistance as long as they were properly controlled.

"We await the Sect Master's decision."

The elders passed the burden back to the Sect Master and let him decide for himself.

They did not really care. In any case, they would certainly receive a share of the other world's resources.

All they needed to do was flatter him and agree.

But there was still no news from Zhang Fan.

That was very strange.

Where exactly had he gone?

Had he betrayed the sect to indulge himself, or had someone killed him?

"Third Elder, these two will be handed over to you for training."

Since they had decided to use them, they naturally needed to be properly trained. The Sect Master glanced at the Third Elder below, who looked calm and unhurried, and gave his order.

In an instant, the two men, whose nerves had been stretched taut, regained hope of survival.

"Yes."

The Third Elder knew what the Sect Master meant.

Nothing more than branding them with slave seals and keeping them firmly under control.

Within the main hall, the elders departed.

The hall doors closed.

Only the Nine Cauldrons Sect Master remained, sitting alone on the elevated seat in a daze.

Crossing worlds was not as easy as imagined. Sending the scout before and opening the spatial passage this time had both consumed enormous resources.

If they wanted to truly invade that world, they would need even more resources and energy.

Combined with what Zhang Fan had said about thermal weapons, which were supposedly capable of threatening cultivators, even more preparations were needed before they could formally cross worlds.

If he acted personally, he could pacify that world more quickly.

Suppress the other world.

At that time, the Nine Cauldrons Sect, occupying two worlds, would become even more prosperous and powerful.

Time. The Nine Cauldrons Sect still needed time.

And the cauldron needed resources as well.

Within the empty hall, a cauldron covered in densely engraved, unknown patterns floated into existence before the Nine Cauldrons Sect Master.

It emitted a faint, strange aura that was somewhat unpleasant.

Fortunately, the strange aura was not very strong. One would not notice it without careful sensing.

This secret treasure was something he had obtained by chance.

He had also discovered its use by chance.

It had great affinity with him.

And great affinity with the Nine Cauldrons Sect.

Perhaps this was the opportunity heaven had bestowed upon him.

"Cauldron, oh cauldron, you truly are a good thing. What a pity you can't speed up cultivation."

The Sect Master reached out and held the cauldron in his hand, muttering to himself as he played with it.

The cauldron glimmered with light, as though it were responding to him.

In the silent hall, only his voice echoed.

From that day onward, the Nine Cauldrons Sect accelerated its plundering and acquisition of resources.