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Chapter 326 - 316: White Bones Stacked on the Altar in the Extinct Clan Town!

Chapter 326: Chapter 316: White Bones Stacked on the Altar in the Extinct Clan Town!

Species: Lost Soul Crow

Grade: Third Grade Elementary

Category: Spirit Bones

Integrity: Excellent

Pollution: Inferior

Price: 11000

Introduction: The Lost Soul Crow is a special demon, contact with it is ominous, and the demon was heavily polluted while alive. Although many methods have been applied to treat it, there is still significant pollution residue. Please handle with caution.

In the container, apart from the spirit bones, a blood bottle is also placed on the ground in front of the bird’s head.

Species: Lost Soul Crow

Grade: Third Grade Elementary

Category: Bloodline

Integrity: Inferior

Pollution: Inferior

Price: 7000

Introduction: Although this is an extremely precious type of special bloodline, the severe pollution has stripped it of the potential to aid in cultivation along the Transformation Path or any internal applications. But after detailed processing, it can still be passably used for making talismans or refining tools.

"This set of pollution is close to the so-called ’140%’ you mentioned, can you give a discount?" Wang Zijia got straight to the point.

The shopkeeper, with a smile on his face, said, "However, this spiritual material is a rare fortune-assisting spiritual material, very precious. Even if it cannot be used for alchemy or bloodline creation, it can still be used to refine spiritual tools, spiritual talismans!"

"Refining spiritual tools? With this level of pollution, even bringing a Fourth Grade Refiner here would be a headache. At most, you could only refine devil artifacts or try to turn them into Ming Devices!" Wang Zijia bluntly pointed out.

"Even if it’s a devil artifact, it’s still a fortune-assisted utensil."

"Can fortune-assisted devil artifacts still be carried around with you? Want to be possessed by demons more deeply?"

"It’s not necessarily for making magic tools, talismans are also an option!"

"Then you still want to sell it as Spirit Artifact Level material, but Spirit Ink is another price."

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The two went back and forth a few times, with the shopkeeper also aware of the material’s drawbacks, and in the end, he painfully cut the price by a few thousand magic money, selling both items together for 15000 magic money.

Wang Zijia grudgingly paid for the spiritual material. Then, in the same shop, he painstakingly picked and chose, spending nearly ten thousand magic money, buying a large pile of various low-grade materials.

He then went to the street stalls, replenished many scraps and spent a total of more than thirty thousand magic money, causing Wang Zijia a considerable financial pain.

After acquiring all the necessary items, Wang Zijia mounted the Blood Fiend Jade Shuttle, flew for over an hour, and returned to the White Peach Courtyard.

After pondering for a while, he gritted his teeth, and his essence blood began to gather ceaselessly in the palm of his hand.

"Value -100,000!"

For the first time, Wang Zijia extracted the entirety of his essence blood, condensing it into a complete Sacrificial Wine Stage Blood Droplet.

The consumption was a whopping one hundred thousand in value!

Looking at the blood droplet in front of him, resembling a blood jade and in a semi-solid gel state, Wang Zijia’s eyes flickered with a cold light.

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At the perimeter of Wanyu Sect, in the clan area near the north side of the Devil Gate.

Even though there were many dynasties and wilderness areas between here and the core of the Bone Soul Sect, various disasters had begun to happen more frequently recently. The Law Enforcement Team had no choice but to double their efforts to maintain order, but to little avail.

That night, in a small town that had just been destroyed, Jiang Mingda was leading a group of disciples, busy at work.

After receiving the news this afternoon, he quickly chose this town. Now, with his manipulation of corpses and the assistance of his disciples, the deserted small town had been decorated with piles of white bones.

Throughout the town, bone pillars constructed from heaps of bones, resembling buildings, could be seen everywhere.

Apart from the bones, various filthy items quickly delivered by Immortal Children, ranging from Demonic Beast Filthy Blood to Corrosive Liquid from Decaying Swamps in various lands, were all dumped and piled up at the base of these bone pillars. There were also trenches on the ground like array markings, covering the entire area of the small town.

With bone pillars standing tall among various filthy liquids flowing at their base, they formed a sinister and bizarre altar array.

This was the achievement of Jiang Mingda leading two teams of people laboring for most of the day.

Even with an array covering the entire town, the ominous aura was palpable.

The people kept dumping various bones and filthy items according to the plan. Ruiwen and Jiang Zhengye, who had followed Jiang Mingda the longest, were feeling apprehensive as they watched the filthy altar covering the entire destroyed town take shape, sensing the potential for something abnormal to happen.

This place had just experienced a clan’s destruction, the resentment was sky-high. Creating such an altar now was not only sinister but also hinted at an impending catastrophe.

Looking at such a scene, which seemed even more of the Demon Path than Devil Cultivators, Ruiwen couldn’t help but ask again, "Martial Uncle, is this really ordered by those above?"

"Nonsense, if it wasn’t for the orders from the God Monarchs above, do you think you could command the Five Immortal Children to personally deliver so many things here?" Jiang Mingda, unsure himself, pointed at the ground full of bone pillars and scolded with an unstable mood.

With a fierce tone, he masked his panic and the somewhat frightened state of his heart.

"But... but..." Jiang Zhengye hesitated for a long time, not daring to voice his thoughts.

After all, as a former spy of the Bone Soul Sect, he felt insecure and sensed an evil presence. To whom could he possibly make his case?

"Stop with your buts. It’s almost time. Hurry up and get that guy up there; don’t delay the hour!" Jiang Mingda directly interrupted the other’s speech and said.

Ruiwen heard this and, with a few leaps and bounds, left the small town surrounded by white bones, heading to the edge of the town.

He took over a demon from the hands of a disciple.

"Roar roar!"

The demon, in the Child Stage, had already had its limbs completely amputated, leaving only its torso and head, its wounds sprouting flesh that wriggled while continuously bellowing and roaring at Ruiwen, attempting to tear him apart.

Clearly, this was a demon that had been completely possessed!

He carried the demon to the center of the town.

Here, where countless filthy fluids converged at the core place, there was a bone altar base spanning about twenty square meters. The base was enveloped by all kinds of corrosive liquids, and the thick omen of ill fortune permeated the air along with a faint scent of pollution drifting about.

Ruiwen clearly felt his Spiritual Sense Warning go off, making the hair on his body stand on end.

Still, he mustered his courage, leaped onto the Bone Altar, and threw the demon onto the bone altar base.

After completing these tasks, he moved to the other corner of the bone altar base and stood behind Jiang Mingda.

The crowd glanced at the time, then looked up at the faint moonlight in the sky; once it seemed about right, they began the incense offering and invocation in unison.

"The heavy scent aligns with Qiankun, blood talismans and white bones forge the Spirit Array; a thousand miles we trek to summon the God Monarch, we earnestly invite the benefactors of this altar!"

"With single-minded devotion, we the disciples summon, the Five Ghosts God King descends. Divine soldiers hasten as if obeying an imperial edict."

As several people recited their invocation, the small Altar in front of them flickered faintly with Spiritual Light for an instant. Soon after, they felt a familiar enveloping sensation.

Their bodies shrank rapidly, and in a moment, they became five adorable Immortal Children clad in Taoist robes, about a meter tall, looking no more than seven or eight years old.

After the arrival of the Five Immortal Children, the five could still feel everything the Immortal Children experienced. However, they had no control over their own bodies, as if trapped in their own skins.

Although they still felt something was off, this experience of possession by the Immortal Children was now familiar to them.

The Five Immortal Children, not caring about the feelings of those they had possessed, quickly inspected the small town. Once sure everything was in order, they hopped onto the center’s Bone Altar base.

The five exhibited a stern expression; the eldest opened his mouth and spat out a Paper Figure.

Once the Paper Figure left his mouth, it seemingly came to life, scanning the area. Then quickly inflating, it transformed into a middle-aged man in an instant.

The man looked fairly young, in his fifties, dressed in the standard cyan shirt and White Cloud Robe of the Wanyu Sect’s Outer Sect Disciple. With ordinary looks, he resembled any common Old Taoist one might see in the Wanyu Sect.

After the Old Taoist appeared, he checked the surroundings again. Once certain there were no mistakes, he approached the demon that had its limbs cut off, at the top of the bone altar base.

He stuffed a Demonic Seed Elixir into the demon’s mouth. Even though the demon had already been fully possessed, this did not affect the erosion of the Demonic Seed Power.

Or rather, the pollution didn’t care one bit about the invasion of the Demonic Seed Power, as if seeing it as kin, and swiftly merged into a whole with it.

After completing the Demon Seeding, Wang Zijia halted his actions.

He gave a look to the Five Immortal Children, who immediately sat around the bone altar base, encircling the demon in the middle, from five directions.

Wang Zijia then mentally moved, and the book within his body took him, disappearing into the Blood-colored Sea of Consciousness of the demon in front of him.

In the narrow space filled with blood-red mist, Wang Zijia surveyed his surroundings, then began to act.

The book opened, one page disintegrated, and an illusion spread out, perfectly recreating the scene of the small Bone Altar town.

As a Paper Figure, Wang Zijia arrived at the center of the scene, turned over his hand, and poured out various prepared materials from the book. He began to construct a real core Altar in the center of the ethereal base, following the Curse Technique.

Having over a year of experience in cursing, and Great Mastery in two top-grade Curse Techniques, he was already well-versed in the basic skill of Altar construction, despite the Third Grade spiritual materials not being significantly different.

As each spirit bone was etched with blood-red Runes and joined together by mana, Wang Zijia created a small pentagonal Bone Altar.

He carefully placed it on top of the white bone base, aligning it perfectly with everything on the outside.

After doing all this, Wang Zijia carefully checked it several times.

He had already determined that the curse would not be discovered, but if, by chance, the demon planting did not succeed and it was found out,

then as a Infant God Big Shot, even if he didn’t calculate it, he would ask someone to calculate it for him.

So now, with his Tao Fruit blessings, Chaotic Sea of Knowledge, and Evil Seed pollution as three layers of protection, if he was still traced back, it was probably done by a True Immortal Big Shot.

After all, just a single Sinners would already be extremely difficult to trace.

"It should be fine now!" Wang Zijia murmured to himself, like a self-comforting reassurance.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the book. From it flew an extremely ancient talisman paper covered with black spots,

It was the same Death Replacement Talisman that had endured who knows how many cursing sessions. At this point, it was severely decayed and looked as if it might fall apart at any time.

Also flying out was a drop of gelatinous, blood-red Crystal: a Blood Droplet, as well as a bottle filled with the scent of wine: the ultra-pure Essence of Wicked Ghosts, excellent materials for a curse.

Wang Zijia, no longer cautious about preserving the talisman paper, straightforwardly threw it into the center slot of the Altar in front of him.