Chapter 324: Escape Baby Are All Used Up? Then Just Die

Wang Yu's current location was a truly hellish scene.

Guided by Zhao Shang's memories, his familiarity with the place skyrocketed, and his Aurora Escape Technique was incredibly fast.

Consequently, in less than the time it takes to steep a cup of tea, he reached the core area of the secluded valley Feng Clan's demon-human breeding ground, where a blood river as viscous as lava flowed.

It was covered with twisted tree roots that crisscrossed everywhere. Each root forked into a "Y" shape; one end plunged into the blood river, while the other impaled a still-breathing female cultivator's living corpse. Their souls had been completely corrupted by the blood essence. Their bellies were cut open by the roots, pulling the flesh and ribs wide apart to reveal transparent, membrane-like spheres inside, where nascent Blood Demons were gestating.

At first glance, there were at least several hundred of these "birthing stations." This breeding ground unequivocally displayed the most brutal aspect of demonic cultivation.

Outside, whether within the Holy Sect's gates, in spiritual cities, or even throughout the entire Scarlet Kite Demonic Domain, there was at least a superficial semblance of order, though it was chaotic, bloody, and filled with slaughter. Here, however, the facade of normalcy was completely torn away. The value of cultivators was exploited to the extreme!

In ancient times—no, a millennium ago—the Scarlet Kite demonic cultivators were actually like this, before being repeatedly and painfully defeated by the Taihu cultivators. It was only then that they were forced to learn more advanced development strategies. These bloody factories then faded from the river of history; they didn't disappear, but rather became regulated, with only the top-tier families retaining such secret cultivation methods. Rogue cultivators and ordinary forces were no longer permitted to engage in large-scale persecution of the Scarlet Kite populace, as certain controls were implemented. In layman's terms, it was a case of "the magistrates may burn down houses, while the common people are forbidden even to light lamps." This is how the current Scarlet Kite cultivation world came to be.

In comparison, Wang Yu's past suffering as a spirit slave far exceeded the torment and pain these living corpses endured when they were still sentient. Normally, Blood Demons are cultivators controlled by Blood Demon power, but these individuals found an alternative path, using gestation methods instead. This blood river was the source of the Blood Demon power.

"—Truly disgusting!"

Wang Yu couldn't help but spit in disdain. While he killed people and refined corpses, it didn't prevent him from being a "good person" by an unconventional definition. Aside from the special requirement of breaking a target's will when planting the "demon seed" with his Demonic Embryo Secret Incantation, Wang Yu did not deliberately torture people. At most, he utilized corpses to their fullest extent, wasting nothing. One could even call him frugal, but these people transformed living women into birthing vessels through this secret gestation method; it was truly inhumane.

After a moment of silence, Wang Yu raised his hand and unleashed the Yellow Springs Demonic Sword, instantly severing the life force of all these "mother bodies." As usual, he extracted all the Myriad Spirit Blood Essence from within them. His first ice coffin seal overflowed as a result. After the second ice coffin was half-filled, he finished processing them. Their corpses, drained by the infant demons, were now worthless. He burned them all to ashes.

At this moment, Wang Yu's eyes flickered. He sensed that the spiritual imprint he had placed in the passage had been triggered. With a slight sigh of regret, he glanced at the tree roots. Now was not the time to continue investigating. He would deal with the Feng clan members first. His Minor Asura's Killing Fist had just reached perfection, and he needed some worthy opponents to test its power.

"Almost there."

"Judging by the traces, this person must have found the core. The Blood Jujube Tree absolutely cannot be stolen by this villain."

"Don't worry, with us here, this person won't return alive!"

As they drew closer to their destination, the elder sister of the Secluded Valley Twin Flowers subtly tugged at her younger sister, sending a telepathic message. "After suffering such a huge loss, they still don't know how to be more discreet. Let them lead the charge; these guys have been in the Blood Abyss for so many years, their potential is already gone."

Feng Niaoniao nodded, intentionally slowing her pace by three body lengths. Her sister's words were not without basis. The Blood Abyss, as a sacred cultivation ground, opened once every two hundred years. Given its vastness, it could actually accommodate far more cultivators. Allowing more cultivators in, rather than just geniuses and nobles, would be more beneficial for the sect's growth, especially for improving the strength of Core Formation cultivators, having a significant impact. However, the Rebel Spirit Blood Sect deliberately refrained from doing so, and there was naturally a reason.

The area was saturated with Blood Dao spiritual energy, making it extremely suitable for cultivators. Its source was the fallen Soul Transformation realm corpse deep within. During its lifetime, it was a servant of the Blood Demon's true form and had absorbed too much of this power. Even the parts that diffused after its death carried a peculiar blood essence. In the short term, it was fine, but over a longer period, Core Formation cultivators would be unable to escape this influence, especially when attempting to form their Nascent Souls. They would be interfered with by this hidden blood essence. Either they would completely degenerate and transform into Blood Demons, or they would fail to form their Nascent Souls and perish. Every gift had its price secretly marked. Excessive greed would lead to this outcome. This information was no secret among the Holy Sect's high-ranking members, who naturally warned their clan disciples. The fact that these three were assigned to manage the demon-human breeding ground precisely indicated that they were not talents favored by the Feng clan, or perhaps it was due to internal struggles. A few individuals were chosen to cut off their paths of cultivation. The reasons varied, and anything was possible.

"We're here!"

Suddenly, the three leading figures stopped in unison, each with a magical artifact hovering beside them, ready to strike at any moment. The state of the breeding ground instantly enraged them.

"Damn it! The breeding vessels I've been cultivating for two hundred years have all been killed, and even the Myriad Spirit Blood Essence they accumulated has been stolen!"

Feng Yan also frowned, his expression drastically changing as his nostrils flared. "—Not good! This person is still here, Feng Rutong!" It was too late. His warning came half a breath too late. Having accumulated ample power, a grey beam of light, strong enough to engulf all three, suddenly struck, and an intense sensation of death washed over their minds. It was Wang Yu's Soul-Destroying Death Ray! A pure soul-path divine ability, combined with his late-stage third-tier spiritual sense, caused everyone to freeze in place, their brows throbbing with intense pain.

"Hum~"

The blood sea of killing intent boiled, and the half-bodied Asura manifestation suddenly rose, slamming the cultivator named Feng Rutong into the ground with a single punch. Not only was he critically wounded, but his mind instantly shattered. He began to giggle foolishly, like an idiot. The remaining four regained their senses from the death ray, their pupils constricting.

Upon seeing the Asura manifestation, the Secluded Valley Twin Flowers simultaneously cried out sharply: "He's not a cultivator from the Yellow Springs Temple, he's Wang Yu! The Wang Yu who suppressed Lu Chenzhou!"

The two women sharply retreated, activating their void-fleeing talismans immediately. They had no time to consider why Wang Yu was here, or if he was the same person who had mastered the Yellow Springs Temple's divine abilities before. But how could that be... The facts were before their eyes, and they had no choice but to believe.

Feng Niaoniao then called out, "Run quickly! Even the sect master's direct disciple is no match for this person. Leave at once!"

Feng Yan and his remaining companion exchanged glances. Their natal artifacts immediately erupted with strong winds and flames. They hadn't even considered fleeing. The situation didn't allow for it! When they competed for the Blood Infant Fruit two hundred years ago, all their life-saving trump cards were used up. How could they escape with spatial displacement techniques? Furthermore, feeling that their strength had reached its peak and having never heard of Wang Yu's name, why should they fear a fight?

"You cowardly sneak attacker, I hear your reputation isn't small. Do you not dare to face us head-on?"

Wang Yu did not reply, but he heard Feng Niaoniao say anxiously, "He only formed his Core a few years ago, but his methods are formidable. If you can run, run!"

Upon hearing this, the flames spouting from Feng Yan's hands became somewhat unstable. Early Core Formation? Are you serious?! His mind immediately wavered. With the enemy so cooperatively exposing a weakness, Wang Yu naturally wouldn't let the chance slip. The Malevolent Demonic Dragon Armor had enveloped him at some point. He pointed a finger.

—Soul Annihilation Finger!

Feng Yan was a rare fire-attribute cultivator of the Feng clan, and the combined techniques he used with his companion were incredibly powerful. Earlier, Wang Yu should have taken advantage of the chaos to engage in close combat. However, he was swept up by the wind and fire, forced to retreat. The target of his Soul Annihilation Finger was Feng Yan himself.

Two high-grade natal artifacts unleashed their power simultaneously. One was the Wind-Fire Token, Feng Yan's treasure, which autonomously completed a wind-fire combination, forming a bird-beast shape that shrieked as it collided with the Soul Annihilation Finger. The other was the Divine Wind Fan, a natal artifact belonging to another peak Core Formation cultivator. Wang Yu had seen it in Feng Niaoniao's hands before, but its power was far inferior to this one. Its fan blades swung towards him. In an instant, it transformed into a dozens-of-meters-high wind wheel, exuding an extreme sense of cutting power, which swiftly attacked Wang Yu. Their coordination was excellent, once again interrupting Wang Yu's follow-up moves. Just then, the Secluded Valley Twin Flowers disappeared for a second time.

The Thunder Zombie and the Grand Yin Fiend Corpse leaped out of the Fiend-Nourishing Coffin. As lightning and fiendish winds intertwined, the Thunder Zombie, covered in lightning armor, clashed with the wind wheel. The clashing of metal and a piercing sound rang out simultaneously. The Fiend Corpse's natal divine ability, the Yin Corpse Fiend Curse, was unleashed from a distance towards Feng Yan. It then turned to join forces with the Thunder Zombie, fighting against that Feng clan cultivator. Rumbling explosions continuously rang out, and the entire underground space began to collapse. The destructive power of Core Formation cultivators was indeed a bit too strong.

After the Wind-Fire Token forcibly shattered the Soul Annihilation Finger, Wang Yu closed in. The Yin Nether Demonic Dragon, formed from his vital essence, fiercely charged out, latching onto the Wind-Fire Token and binding it with immense divine power. This was a combat technique of the Demonic Dragon Fist.

Feng Yan only then recovered from the entanglement of the Grand Yin Lunar Fiend, his face filled with despair. Things were not looking good! With his natal artifact losing, he finally realized how wise the two youngsters were to decisively flee. He immediately took out another mid-grade magical artifact, a mirror-like item. With spiritual power infused, he aimed it at Wang Yu. Immediately, a strange force landed on him.

Can't move?

"The Immobilization Mirror is working, Feng Yan, use your natal divine ability!"

However, Feng Yan, who was tightly entangled by the two variant zombies, couldn't possibly coordinate with him. In fact, he was already considering retreating. It was all those two girls' fault for running so fast. If they had helped him block these two zombies, they might have stood a chance.

"Useless trash, good for nothing but messing things up!" Muttering a curse inwardly, he ignored Feng Yan's cries, withstood a bolt of lightning from the Thunder Zombie, and plunged headfirst into the passage.

—He ran!

Feng Yan felt a mouthful of old blood well up in his throat, almost swearing out loud. The Immobilization Mirror's effect was overbearing, a gain from one of his fortuitous encounters. The stronger the target, the harder it was to sustain. In just that brief moment, Wang Yu had already broken free.

He grinned chillingly. "He won't escape."