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Chapter 183: This Sacrificial Wine Seems a Bit Weak?

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: This Sacrificial Wine Seems a Bit Weak?

At this moment, the Black Panther was entangled in a fight with three four-armed demons. It wanted to assist, but the three ghosts continued the fight with reckless abandon, making it impossible for the Black Panther to withdraw.

Wang Zijia didn’t allow it another chance to react. The spiritual power within him surged, and a page flew out of his book.

’Second-Rank Talisman Technique: Mind Illusionary Talisman!’

The page transformed into a strange talisman and darted into the ghost shadow that the energy shield had sent flying.

The ghost shadow turned into a group of illusory runes, charging directly at Min Xin like a bolt of lightning.

Min Xin was taken aback. A transparent energy shield reemerged.

"Wave!"

The moment the runes made contact with the energy shield, the shield cracked with a soft noise, causing several runes to destruct too. The remaining runes surged directly into Min Xin’s body.

His complexion became terrible. A bloody light emerged, and Min Xin’s body cracked like ceramics. The runes fell out as the glasslike ceramics broke apart.

Once Min Xin had peeled himself out of the ceramics, his face became deathly white. Clearly, he had just activated some life-saving measure.

Before he had the chance to sigh in relief, he looked on in horror as the young man, whose aura far surpassed his own, spat out several mouthfuls of essence straight at him.

’Curse Technique: Five Ghosts Bewitching Spirits!’

As the young man’s essence was drained, the demon he had been fighting suddenly dispersed into a second wave of ghost fog, covering him immediately.

It all happened too fast. He had just emerged from the ceramics and had no chance to react. He was engulfed by the ghost fog, and his whole body stiffened, falling into a dazed and chaotic state.

"Roar!"

A desperate sound from the Black Panther came from the side, to no avail.

Wang Zijia quickly moved closer, and with a flip of his hand, a drop of Spiritual Light, saturated with a strong scent of wine, appeared in his hand. With a flick of his finger, he shot it directly into Min Xin’s mouth.

At this moment, Wang Zijia quietly sighed in relief.

Using the extremely filthy essence of Wicked Ghosts as the medium for the Demon Seeding shot into his body, even an early-stage Wine Monk, Wang Zijia was confident, could be overpowered with this, let alone if they swallowed it.

As he had expected, the result was swift. In just three breaths, he felt the Demon Seeding was entirely successful.

Wang Zijia puckered his lips, feeling it was much easier than he had thought. He did not know whether this man was just incompetent or if he had overestimated the strength of the sect’s Wine Monks.

After several months of preparation, this was their first move, and it suddenly felt like a failure. The Wine Monks of the Wanyu Sect seemed a bit inadequate!

With a thought, the book took Wang Zijia into the other’s Chaotic Sea of Knowledge, and he skillfully began searching for the vow weights.

What surprised Wang Zijia was that in addition to the vow weights, the other person also had other limitations.

Weights: Demon Soul Probe

Ownership: Enhanced Curse

Status: Hidden (Fluctuating, signs of activation, one-time use)

Value: 824

Effect: When the target’s life or mental state undergoes severe fluctuations, it will automatically activate, drawing the curse caster’s prying eyes.

Introduction: A special means deployed by the Bone Soul Demon Cultivator to prevent his subordinates from being caught and implicating himself. It has the power to monitor the health status of anything. You’ve heard of a heart rate monitor, haven’t you? This is the ultimate upgraded version!

Young man, if you want to severely torture him, you can try to keep it. A live broadcast could be quite interesting. After all, performing live for a Perfected Realm Big Shot should be very exciting, right?

Seeing this weight, Wang Zijia was taken aback. Decisively, he extended his hand and exchanged the weight. He double-checked to ensure there were no other surprises and then began to organize the information.

Name: Min Xin

Cultivation: Early stage Wine Monk

Dao Foundation: Power of the Demonic Leopard

Dao Cultivation: One Hundred and Fifty Years (50/50/10,000)

Magic Door: Beast Control Technique······

After viewing his information for a long time and ensuring there were no other issues, Wang Zijia finally exited the other party’s Chaotic Sea of Knowledge and returned to the outer world.

With a slight movement of his mind, the book hovering over his head sank into his body, and the five ghosts transformed into five talismans and flew back to his side.

The freed Black Panther instantly charged back to Min Xin’s side, arching its back and baring its teeth at Wang Zijia in a show of defiance.

Min Xin also jumped up like a carp, got up on his feet, and watched Wang Zijia warily. While continuously checking himself, he said, "Senior Brother, I don’t know where Min might have been lacking and offended Senior Brother?"

Wang Zijia glanced at him and showed no intention of explaining.

"Snap!"

With a flick of his finger, he let out a snap.

Min Xin’s whole body stiffened, he held on for several breaths, but eventually couldn’t bear it any longer and let out a piercing scream.

"Uh... Ah..."

He was rolling on the ground constantly, no different from the children who were demon-seeded.

During his struggles, he couldn’t even use his own power, and the Dao foundation that he had painstakingly built was shaky, as if being torn and crushed by some huge force, ready to crumble at any moment.

This kind of pain was even countless times more severe than the torment of the slow fracturing of a single spiritual root that the children had to endure.

"Whimper... Roar..."

The Black Panther by his side saw this and anxiously circled around its master. After whimpering in vain for a while, it looked at Wang Zijia and charged towards him, its eyes glowing coldly.

The Five Ghosts Talisman circling around Wang Zijia flew out and turned into a large cloud of ghost fog, enveloping it. Even the black panther, which was in the mid-stage of the sacrificial wine, became dizzy and disoriented in the ghost fog formed by the five ghosts, and ran around like a headless fly.

"Senior Brother, spare me, Senior Brother, please let me go, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong..."

After little more than seven minutes, Min Xin finally couldn’t bear it any longer. Discarding any sense of shame, he pleaded with Wang Zijia for mercy.

"Really? Where did you go wrong?" Wang Zijia paused the torture momentarily and asked.

"Junior Brother was wrong... wrong in... wrong in everything!" Min Xin stammered.

"Hmph, still hopeful? Seems like you haven’t suffered enough!" Wang Zijia scoffed, and his thoughts moved again.

"Ah..."

"Senior Brother, I was wrong, I know I was wrong...I..."

"You tell me, what the hell did I do..."

Min Xin, whose defense was broken, alternated between begging for mercy and cursing.

After a little more than seven minutes, he, who was on the verge of collapse, suddenly shouted out, "Help, Ghost Spirit Hall Master, help!"

After shouting for a while and receiving no response, he didn’t feel any abnormalities either. Wang Zijia in front of him just looked at him with a mocking smile.

He completely gave up any hope and pleaded, "Senior Brother, spare me, Senior Brother, spare me, Disciple has important information to confess."

"Snap!"

With Wang Zijia snapping his fingers again, Min Xin’s body stiffened violently for a moment, and then he collapsed, without any of the dignity of a great cultivator of the sacrificial wine, panting like a mud, breathless.

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