Immortal Venerable's Order
Chapter 94: Selling the Soul

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Selling the Soul

There were less than five days left until the qualifying match for entry into the Kunlun Secret Realm. After Blood Slaughter and Tian Lang left, Yan Rufeng had been staying in the back mountain of the Dragon Abyss Sect, continuously observing the changing Spirit Vein there.

Yan Rufeng scanned with his Divine Sense, his lips curling up slightly as he smiled and said, "Ever since Hongmeng Purple Qi descended here, the Spirit Vein has transformed into a High Grade Spiritual Vein. By now, there should be top-grade Spirit Stones generating around the Spirit Vein..."

Thinking this, Yan Rufeng couldn’t help but quickly move underground. As soon as he arrived near the Spirit Vein, a Spirit Stone flashing with blinding light suddenly appeared before him.

"Haha..."

Yan Rufeng laughed heartily, "Sure enough, there’s a top-grade Spirit Stone."

Yan Rufeng didn’t take the Spirit Stone. Instead, he bowed his head in deep thought and said, "There’s already a top-grade Spirit Stone. If I use this on the spaceship designed by Professor Zhou, I think the spaceship could reach light speed..."

However, at this time, members of the Cultivation Association had already started heading to the Nameless Island in the South Sea.

At the base, Wen JiaRen was very angry when he heard that the Cultivation Association had allied with the three Alien Clans. Without a doubt, he naturally understood that Xu Da from the Cultivation Association must have some unspeakable secrets with the three Alien Clans. Otherwise, they wouldn’t help him.

To expose Xu Da’s conspiracy and fully reveal his ugly face to the public, Wen JiaRen applied to the big shots to conduct a satellite TV broadcast on the deserted island in the South Sea.

After calling Yan Rufeng, Wen JiaRen applied to expand the broadcast range globally.

Meanwhile, Zhang Mingdong, who had killed Chen Wanqiu, was fleeing in panic. With nowhere to escape, he thought of the Kunlun Secret Realm.

When Zhang Mingdong arrived at a dense forest in Kunlun Mountain, he smiled.

"Haha..."

"Yan Rufeng, you crippled my cultivation just to prevent me from entering the Kunlun Secret Realm and obtaining Immortal inheritance. Now, I’ve already arrived in Kunlun and the Secret Realm is not far from me. Once I enter and gain the Immortal’s inheritance, not only will you, Yan Rufeng, die, but everyone in your base will accompany him to the grave..."

"Haha..."

Zhang Mingdong wandered aimlessly in search of the Secret Realm. However, three days passed, and the food he carried was eaten up, but he hadn’t found the legendary Secret Realm.

Zhang Mingdong did not give up. The seed of hatred continued to guide him forward.

The mountain paths were difficult, and Kunlun Mountain’s paths were even harder. Although Zhang Mingdong had run out of food, let’s not forget he used to be a Cultivator in the Qi Refinement Realm. Although Yan Rufeng had crippled his cultivation, he hadn’t erased his memories. Survival skills were something every Cultivator possessed.

Zhang Mingdong survived by drinking melted snow, eating grass roots, crossing rivers, and traversing snow-capped mountains. He finally arrived at a flat area where towering trees shot straight up into the clouds, green vines stretched endlessly, and the occasional animal carcasses sparsely scattered, adding a hint of terror to the picturesque scenery.

Zhang Mingdong didn’t stop, continuing to walk straight ahead. After walking half a day, when he became thirsty, he realized there was no river in sight. Without a water source, there wouldn’t be any small animals. Zhang Mingdong panicked, "What now, I’m both thirsty and hungry, and after half a day, I haven’t gotten out of this ghost place. I didn’t realize it was so huge before."

"Damn."

Zhang Mingdong shivered violently, "Could I be lost..."

Only then did Zhang Mingdong take notice of his surroundings. After making a full circle, he realized in despair that he was indeed lost.

"What now? I have no food or drink, and now I’m lost. Could it be that the heavens want me, Zhang Mingdong, to die?"

Zhang Mingdong refused to accept this reality and shouted towards the distance, "Heavens, why are you so unfair to me, Zhang Mingdong..."

Like a beggar, Zhang Mingdong didn’t continue onward. Perhaps too tired, he lay down on the grass, helplessly looking up at the sky. His vision gradually blurred, and he fell asleep—perhaps never to wake again.

Just as Zhang Mingdong was in a daze, he heard an old, low voice.

"Young man, are you Zhang Mingdong?"

"Who are you? How do you know my name?"

"I know everything. Not only do I know your name is Zhang Mingdong, but I also know all your thoughts."

"Then tell me, what am I thinking now?"

"What can a person on the brink of death think about? Of course, not wanting to die."

"Hehe."

Zhang Mingdong laughed, "Isn’t that obvious."

"Hehe."

"How dare you speak to me like that. You’re the first."

"Please don’t disturb my sleep any longer. I’m really tired."

"Kid, if you sleep now, you’ll never wake up."

"So what? Even if I wake up, can I escape from here? Can I kill my enemies?"

"You can’t."

"Then why are you wasting your breath on me?"

Lying on the grass, Zhang Mingdong gritted his teeth so hard that his face contorted.

"Haha..."

"Young man, don’t be angry. Just because you can’t do something doesn’t mean I can’t."

"You can do it? Don’t kid me."

"Why don’t you believe me?"

"Why should I believe you?"

"I am the Heavenly Demon Venerable Sage, unmatched in heaven and earth. As long as you agree to one thing, you can gain supreme power."

"Heavenly Demon Venerable Sage!"

Zhang Mingdong hesitated, "What do you want?"

"Sell your soul and become my loyal servant."

"Get lost, just get lost. Asking Young Master Dong to be your servant? No way."

"What’s so bad about being my servant? You’re about to die. As long as you agree, not only can you live on, but you can also gain the power I bestow."

"I don’t want to die, but I also won’t be anyone’s servant. Don’t waste your efforts."

"If that’s the case, I have no choice."

"Haha..."

The terrifying laughter jolted Zhang Mingdong awake from his dream.

After looking around, he saw nothing but swaying wild grass moved by the wind. He spotted no people or animals.

"Was I dreaming? Why did it feel so real?" Zhang Mingdong muttered to himself.

"You weren’t dreaming." The low, terrifying voice echoed in Zhang Mingdong’s ears again.

Zhang Mingdong was startled, "Could all of this be real?"

"Who are you, and why are you helping me?" Zhang Mingdong asked.

"I am indeed the Heavenly Demon Venerable Sage. Have you decided to be my servant?"

The Heavenly Demon Venerable Sage went on, "With my power, you can enjoy the satisfaction of killing your enemies."

"I, Zhang Mingdong, refuse to live like a dog. It’s better to die."

"Haha..."

"Zhang Mingdong, think about why you’ve ended up like this. Think about your parents and relatives who died at the hands of Yan Rufeng. Aren’t you going to avenge them?"

"Who said I’m not? Just get lost."

"Young man, when will your temper match your abilities? Losing your temper before me means you’re beyond saving."

"I’ll say it again. No matter what kind of demon or sage you are, I, Zhang Mingdong, won’t be your servant."

"So be it. If you don’t want to be my servant, then I’ll find someone else."

The low, terrifying voice gradually faded. Zhang Mingdong’s vacant eyes stared at the sky. The cold wind blew, and the hungry, freezing Zhang Mingdong roared at the sky, "Am I really going to die here? I’m unwilling!"

"If you’re unwilling, then give me your soul," the Heavenly Demon Venerable Sage’s low voice rang again in his ears.

"Haha..."

Zhang Mingdong laughed wildly, "If becoming someone’s servant can make Yan Rufeng’s Divine Soul flinch, then so be it with selling my soul!"

"You’ve figured it out."

Zhang Mingdong nodded.

"Now get ready to give me your soul."

"What should I do?" Zhang Mingdong asked towards the source of the voice.

"Close your eyes and don’t resist."

Zhang Mingdong slowly closed his eyes. At that moment, a burst of black smoke rose from the ground. The black smoke wrapped around his entire body and soon entered his Purple Mansion through the top of his head.

In Zhang Mingdong’s Purple Mansion, the black smoke transformed into a fearsome black-robed figure with horns on his head. This figure was none other than the Heavenly Demon Venerable Sage.

"Haha..."

The Heavenly Demon laughed loudly, "A hundred thousand years! I’ve been sealed for a hundred thousand years, and today it finally ends. All of this finally ends."

The Heavenly Demon walked menacingly toward Zhang Mingdong’s soul.

Seeing this, Zhang Mingdong’s soul huddled in his Purple Mansion shivered.

"What do you want?"

The Heavenly Demon smirked, "Of course, I’m going to devour your soul and take over your body."

"What?"

"Didn’t you say you wanted me to be your servant and bestow me power?"

"Haha..."

"What a joke, bestowing you power. Impossible. I’m in need of a body and wouldn’t miss such a great opportunity."

"How dare you deceive me! I’ll fight you to the end."

"Overestimate yourself."

The Heavenly Demon opened his mouth wide and sucked in fiercely. Zhang Mingdong’s soul was instantly swallowed by the Heavenly Demon.