Chapter 12: Night Change

"Heavenly Yin Blood, Corpse Demon Bone..."

Wang Yu felt a deep headache. The "Heavenly Yin" here did not refer to the lunar essence of the Taiyin, but a secondary grade of Yin spiritual energy. As for corpse energy, it could only be found in places like mass graves or within the bodies of zombies.

The external environment was insufficient.

He could not cultivate it at all; he could only comprehend it.

Su Zhenchuan and Steward Duan really thought highly of him. No wonder the placement slot allowed for one practice per minute—to put it bluntly, it was about using Yin energy and corpse energy to remodel oneself.

The secret technique served as a guide, preventing the cultivator from suddenly dying or truly mutating into a zombie.

"With insufficient external conditions, it seems I can only rely on the placement slot to meet the prerequisites."

The placement slot already had the function of substituting for his cultivation. The Ice Sword Technique was a pure spell, bringing him perfect comprehension, usage experience, and even muscle memory.

The Blood Burning Technique brought him insights into the cultivation method and additional cultivation base, as if he had cultivated it himself—it was as easy as moving his own fingers, with no difference at all!

And the Corpse Demon Secret Technique—

It was a secret technique inclined toward physical modification. Reconnecting severed limbs was one part, and bodily transformation was another.

This meant that while Wang Yu comprehended it to perfection, he would simultaneously complete the transformation of his body. This conjecture aligned with the rules by which the placement slot had always functioned.

"It's rare to discover such drawbacks!"

This realization had both pros and cons. If he didn't complete it, those drawbacks would inevitably appear gradually. But if he relied on the placement slot's efficacy to complete it, it had to be based on the premise that there was no further room for advancement.

By then, the body would have already been transformed, and only then would he begin to complete the secret technique. Even Wang Yu himself could not predict what variables might occur.

"Power..."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes. He decided to wait a little longer. Relying solely on the current number of spirit slaves in the stone house area, the difficulty of turning his situation around was too great. He had to introduce more people to create variables.

This wait lasted another ten days.

The fifty-third day of his life as a spirit slave.

A batch of newcomers from the Taihu Spirit Domain arrived at the Niling Blood Sect, cowering just as they had in the beginning. They were all of mixed or trash spiritual roots, and their numbers had tripled, totaling over three hundred people.

It seemed like a lot, but in reality, it was a drop in the bucket. Steward Liu had become increasingly powerful within the spirit slave ecosystem; there was no way for Wang Yu to carry out recruitment work as he had in the past.

Just those few Qi Refining Level 2 spirit slaves who had successfully reattached their severed limbs would keep a close eye on him.

That’s right.

Wang Yu's left hand was completely ruined, while the three instigators behind the incident had managed to save an arm and a leg because they were treated in time. How ironic.

As long as they were alive, Steward Duan, whom Wang Yu relied on, would have no prestige. Who would be willing to pay the price of burning their lifespan for someone incompetent, just to fight for a chance to be promoted to an outer disciple?

The many promises were nothing more than drawing a cake to satisfy hunger; no one would believe them.

Once the lecture session began, the spirit slaves would exchange information and know everything. This batch of newcomers couldn't solve the root of the problem, but they could allow Wang Yu to re-establish his footing. This was of vital importance and could not be delayed until the next day.

Thinking of this.

Late at night, when all was silent.

Except for the outer disciples on duty, everyone in the stone house area had fallen asleep. The iron bars of Stone House No. 83 opened quietly.

This thing could at most imprison some reserve spirit slaves who hadn't yet entered the path. Anyone who had truly broken through to the first level of Qi Refining could bend it with a mere wisp of spiritual power.

Its symbolic meaning was greater than its practical one.

Moreover, being inside the Niling Blood Sect, at the bottom of Cold Blood Peak, it was difficult for even Qi Refining cultivators to escape, let alone Foundation Establishment or Golden Core cultivators.

The existence of the stone house area was like a human-shaped spirit stone mine—tight on the outside but loose on the inside. It wasn't as heavily guarded as one might imagine.

Wang Yu lifted the bars from the bottom and crawled out.

His eyes darted around as he hugged the wall and quickly arrived near the stone house of the troublemaking trio.

With a thought, his perfect-level Ice Sword Technique could now break free from the constraints of the spell's form, changing its shape according to Wang Yu's will to a certain extent.

Ice swords as thick as fingers quickly formed.

They swirled densely in his palm, like a dancing cold wind, wanton and arrogant.

In the snap of a finger, the sounds of "puchi, puchi" echoed continuously in the dark stone house. In less than a breath, it fell completely silent; their heartbeats and breathing had ceased entirely.

Wang Yu couldn't help but look up at the night sky—a moonless night.

"Next."

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The next day.

The outer disciple responsible for distributing food walked past the door as usual. He kicked Wang Yu's bars and called out a few times.

"Hey, breakfast."

Wang Yu, huddled on the bed, looking aged with white hair and a severed arm, quickly got up, appearing as if he wanted to explain.

But he saw the food distributor spit in disgust.

"So it's just an old geezer, bad luck!"

"Bang—"

With just a light kick, a clear dent appeared on the iron bars, and the man swaggered away.

Only then did Wang Yu return to normal, placing the cloth bag filled with buns and a water skin at the head of his bed.

In the demonic path, power is the truth, but sometimes using the rules is also a reasonable thing. Whether righteous or demonic, as long as it is a faction, it will have its own rules.

Even if they are rotten, they are still rules.

Essentially, obeying the rules of the Niling Blood Sect meant obeying the rules of the Sect Master.

Many people acted recklessly, but if they were caught, they would suffer the consequences.

Spirit slaves were the private property of Cold Blood Peak; nominally, they were the property of the Cold Blood Peak Master—the Nascent Soul True Monarch!

It was just that the Peak Master didn't care for such small profits, tacitly allowing it to be a money bag for his direct disciples. But if it were exposed, whether for the sake of face or to uphold the rules, he would not let the person who was hoarding wealth off. Daring to steal from a Nascent Soul cultivator? Was that acceptable? Did they want to hand over the position of Sect Master to them too?!!

The method Wang Yu used to expose it was very clumsy, but he happened to need a few people to die, so he chose these three—a plan to kill three birds with one stone.

Whether it was true or false, the direct disciple behind Steward Liu was in seclusion attempting to form a Golden Core and could not come out in the short term.

If they could use the excuse of offending the Cold Blood Peak Master to deprive him of the opportunity to receive the Nascent Soul inheritance, the other nine direct disciples would all do it.

He just happened to be there at the right time to offer a lame excuse.

No matter how untenable it was, the direct disciples all knew that this matter was tacitly approved by the Peak Master himself, but the inner and outer disciples of Cold Blood Peak did not know that.

Whether the direct disciples intended to compete through formal means or use underhanded tactics to sabotage his Golden Core formation, as long as they could prevent him from getting the inheritance, they would definitely do it!

As the saying goes: the authorities are confused, the bystanders are clear.

He chose a less-than-perfect beginning, just to see if these direct disciples dared to seize this opportunity and tacitly join forces.

Wang Yu had to admit that he had an element of gambling in this.

If he failed, he had prepared a way out—dragging Steward Duan into the water.

Or even dragging the "Big Brother" Su Zhenchuan into the fray. Once the matter blew up, he would just be a small pawn.

Others would naturally lean toward the conjecture that someone was pulling the strings behind him.

Not long after.

The stone house area was in chaos!