Cultivation: I Have Studied Abroad in the Modern World
Chapter 179 - 79 Breeding

Chapter 179: Chapter 79 Breeding

"Yan, about this business... Jiushan Sect will not engage in it for now."

Zheng Fa rejected Yan Wushuang’s sinister proposal.

The reason for refusal was quite simple:

The main reason was that Zheng Fa was not aiming to produce Spirit Talismans on a large scale, but rather to maximize the elimination of Demon Sect disciples.

After all, capturing live ones would yield more blood, but wouldn’t that mean fewer dead Demon Sect disciples?

That was not aligned with his goal.

Moreover, there are simply too many Demon Sect disciples, not nearly few enough to warrant artificially breeding them...

According to Lin Bufan, the Great Freedom Demon Sect alone has a population of hundreds of millions, and taking the ratio of cultivable individuals in the Xuanwei Realm, there must be at least thousands, if not tens of thousands.

Considering the special bloodline of the Demon Ancestor, the number might even be higher.

If one day there were only a few cats left in the Demon Sect, Zheng Fa might consider establishing a conservation area for Demon Sect cultivators...

After all, the market for Spirit Talismans is not unlimited; even with just the current bounty offered, Master Pang is worried about the price drop.

The talismans did not solve the problem of talisman paper and Spirit Ink, and having an excess of Demon Sect disciple blood was futile.

Hearing Zheng Fa’s refusal, Yan Wushuang looked somewhat disappointed. After thinking for a while, he said, "Sell it cheap."

"..."

This guy really needs money!

"Yan, it really won’t work, if Jiushan Sect had that many Demon Sect disciples, we’d not need to do anything else."

Zheng Fa sighed.

Cultivation also requires cost.

Besides, this matter would provoke the Demon Sect much more than simply buying blood, Master Pang himself probably wouldn’t dare to raise them.

Yan Wushuang nodded, seemingly understanding.

He then asked, "What about the previous bounty, is it confirmed effective?"

"Of course."

Watching Yan Wushuang depart, Zheng Fa turned his head to see that something was not quite right with Lin Bufan’s expression.

"What’s wrong?"

He asked.

"Young master, I came on my own, without asking for Spirit Stones." Lin Bufan suddenly said, "How about you let Li Nuo draw some more blood from me?"

"..."

Really, even this needs to be included?

...

Inside the Five Dragons Heavenly Palace, Master Pang unusually wasn’t playing games; his face remained neutral, but his Divine Sense continued to focus on Zheng Fa’s room.

In recent days, the fluctuations in Zheng Fa’s Spiritual Energy had been growing more violent, a sign of an imminent breakthrough.

He could not help but pay a bit more attention.

Now that the workshop has released that bounty, it might truly provoke the Great Freedom Demon Sect, and the not-so-secret role of Zheng Fa in this, he also feared someone might plot against Zheng Fa.

In Zheng Fa’s room, the Spiritual Energy surged like tide water, rising and falling, eventually forming a small vortex.

Master Pang’s face revealed a slight smile, Zheng Fa was well-grounded; his progress was fast yet stable, now even surpassing Nephew Zhang a bit, who was earlier in the line of advancement; his own disciples were far from comparable.

Thinking of this, his Divine Sense swept over, landing on the other disciples in the Five Dragons Heavenly Palace.

Some disciples happened to pass near the small hall where Zheng Fa was located, witnessing the breakthrough phenomenon.

One Disciple said,

"Has Zheng achieved a breakthrough? He should now be at the ninth level of Qi Cultivation, right?"

The other disciples nodded silently, their faces showing a trace of gloom.

Master Pang looked at them, feeling somewhat relieved; though his disciples were not as capable as Zheng Fa, they still retained some sense of shame. With Zheng Fa present, they would likely strive harder in their cultivation in the future.

"Too slow..."

He heard a Disciple break the silence.

"?"

Master Pang showed a questioning look; Zheng Fa’s pace from entry to the ninth level of Qi Cultivation was one of the fastest in Jiushan Sect. Looking at the current speed of his advancement, foundation establishment would possibly occur faster than for Nephew Zhang.

His own disciple actually said Zheng Fa’s cultivation was too slow?

To his surprise, other disciples also nodded, seemingly in agreement.

The Disciple continued, "Why can’t Zheng just establish his Foundation this year, form a Golden Core the next year, and form a Nascent Soul the year after, directly taking over the position of Sect Leader?"

"..."

Master Pang twitched his lip.

Really, why is the protagonist in your dream someone else?

Yet at this moment, he saw a few other disciples sighing.

"We don’t need to wait for the Nascent Soul stage the year after next; once he forms his Core, he might just be ready to assume the responsibilities of Sect Leader. By then, Discipline Court would likely fall under his management!" a Disciple whispered thoughtfully: "At that time, at least nominally, we could follow Zheng."

Discipline Court...

Isn’t Discipline Court under my control?

After realizing what these disciples were really hoping for, Master Pang’s gaze unconsciously drifted back to Zheng Fa’s courtyard—

Nascent Souls from Great Freedom Demon Sect, are you just turtles?

You all are so tolerant!

...

Inside the Thunder Pool, most disciples of the Great Freedom Demon Sect had not yet heard about the bounty.

Several Great Freedom Demon Sect disciples huddled together, carefully advancing within the Thunder Pool.

"Senior brother, how long will we need to patrol like this?"

A young disciple asked a middle-aged man beside him.

This middle-aged man seemed to be the leader among them. He shook his head and said, "Our secret realm has been exposed. The higher-ups have told us to be cautious and prevent anyone from sneaking in."

"Higher-ups... so powerful, yet they are still afraid?"

"No matter how powerful, haven’t they been hiding in the secret realm for thousands of years, not daring to show themselves? The Saint Ancestor does not appear, and our Holy Sect cannot compete with the Immortal Sect." The middle-aged man shook his head, "If not for the Thunder Pool, perhaps the Immortal Sect would have already attacked the secret realm—There might even be Great Cultivators nearby watching us."

"There are powerful beings... isn’t this sending us to death?"

The disciple muttered under his breath, seemingly very dissatisfied.

"What are we considered? Those Great Cultivators do not even bother to look at us..." The middle-aged man chuckled, "Besides, they dare not enter this Thunder Pool."

"But there are still those Immortal Sect disciples?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man laughed silently, as if to mock his naivety.

Seeing his expression, the disciple’s face showed some discontent.

Yet, he dared not speak out.

Apparently bored with patrolling, the middle-aged man answered his question again: "You think it’s the same outside as it is in our secret realm."

"Outside, there has been peace for a thousand years; those Immortal Sect disciples, despite controlling a realm, are not ambitious. Think about our secret realm—Is there a day without conflicts? Who among us has not emerged from a pile of dead bodies?"

"... Brother, are you saying?" The disciple’s eyes lit up.

"Let me tell you, disregarding the difference in cultivation, these Immortal Sect disciples outside, each values their own lives more than anyone and is unfamiliar with fighting; they are no match for our Holy Sect disciples who excel in battle!" The middle-aged man spoke with a bit of boldness: "Now that the secret realm has appeared, although unexpected, I believe it’s also a great opportunity for us to achieve something great! If we were to stay inside the realm, so be it, but once out, let’s show them the prowess of our Holy Sect."

"Especially in this Thunder Pool, those frail Immortal Sect disciples, let alone daring to come here, even if they do come and we encounter them, isn’t it just perfect for them to deliver us Spirit Stones and treasures?"

"Immortal Sect, haha, the hardships we have endured, they can never comprehend... I’ve heard from the Brothers outside that those Immortal Sect disciples are mostly weak in character and have become strangers to combat, far from being our match... If not for the Saint Ancestor not appearing, we would have swept across the world long ago."

The other Demon Sect disciples, upon hearing this, also felt there was some truth to it.

Their faces showed anticipation.

"Careful!"

A disciple suddenly issued a warning.

The middle-aged man’s heart tightened, and his head jerked back, just dodging a streak of silver light.

"Who!"

Feeling the chilling pain on his earlobe, he could not help but roar angrily.

"Who!"

Unexpectedly, there was also someone shouting in anger from the shadows.

"Weren’t we agreed to ambush together, and share equally?"

He looked toward the source of the voice, his gaze, fierce as a tiger or wolf, fell upon him.

The silver light flew back to an old man with a goatee who gave a sheepish smile and whispered apologetically, "Seeing the Spirit Stone in front, I got a bit excited... my hand shook."

The Demon Sect middle-aged man felt like he could understand, yet really couldn’t grasp anything.

Looking again, they were already surrounded.

Nearly twenty mysterious cultivators surrounded them from all directions.

Their gaze made the middle-aged man feel like he was facing a pack of tigers or wolves.

Beside him, the disciple who had asked the question earlier spoke with a trembling voice: "Brother... didn’t you say there has been peace outside for a long time? How come these people seem more fierce than us?"

The middle-aged man also felt this way...

"Remember! Don’t rush to collect their blood; someone is assigned to handle it, and we’ll share afterwards!" Someone among the cultivators surrounding them shouted.

The next moment, attacks rained down on them like a downpour.

...

This middle-aged man from the Great Freedom Demon Sect, covered in wounds, was fleeing towards the entrance of the secret realm in a sorry state.

He felt somewhat relieved; although these external cultivators were numerous, their cultivation was uneven and their combat experience somewhat lacking.

This allowed him to escape their siege with his life.

But there was something he didn’t quite understand—the group seemed not particularly interested in killing, but they were very interested in their blood.

Some people were even specifically collecting the blood spilled from their wounds...

As he fled back, he began to notice some unusual signs—

Sometime, this place had become crowded with many cultivators.

Some were lone wolves, others moved in packs, but all had the same target:

The disciples of the Great Freedom Demon Sect!

He had already seen many Brothers killed.

This made him even more terrified.

Just when he was approaching the entrance of the secret realm, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Huh? Another one?"

A tall figure soared towards him.

Chilling him to the bone, this person was holding another disciple of the Great Freedom Saint Sect.

The middle-aged man used the Heavenly Demon Absolute Shadow technique, attempting to escape.

Unexpectedly, the person flashed like lightning, blocking his path, and struck with a palm.

The thunder in the palm flickered as it hit him, causing his entire body to go numb, leaving him without the strength to resist.

The middle-aged man collapsed into this person’s arms, and before falling unconscious, he heard the person muttering.

"Mr. Zheng does not want to raise them, so can’t I just raise them?"

"Two should be enough, drawing blood every other day, they should be able to live quite long, and if they starve to death, just catch more."

"Still fresh."

As the middle-aged man heard this, his vision darkened, and he finally understood the previous group’s actions.

His lips trembled as he closed his eyes, almost cursing out loud:

Are the outsiders so brutal?

Who the hell is really the Demon Sect!