Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 376 - 60: Wish I Had 100 of Them! [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]_1

Chapter 376: Chapter 60: Wish I Had 100 of Them! [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]_1

North of Shu Mountain, lies the Jinhua River.

The wind on the riverbank, blowing rapaciously and unbridled.

Under the gentle moonlight, a mysterious black wine jar suddenly shot out of the river, drifting with the current for a bit before finally stopping, bobbing up and down. It gave off some cold, eerie carisma.

After a moment, an unconscious dying spirit was attracted and came close to the jar’s mouth. Immediately, a black ghost hand stretched out from inside the jar, dragging the spirit in.

Then there was a chewing-like vibration.

Following the path of the jar, along the Jinhua River, leads to a concealed underwater cave. If one enters this watery cave and traverses a narrow tunnel, they would arrive at a pitch-black, mysterious area, where a force mysteriously repels all living beings.

Whenever a member of the Water Clan comes into contact with this black area, they would instantaneously vanish, only to emerge later at an upstream corner of the river.

Inside this mystical black hole...

Lies an underwater cavern.

The cave is lined with gold and silver talismans, resembling a prison cage for sealing a beast. The only occupant in this underwater cavern is a disheveled and ragged old man.

His wild hair and beard almost cover his face, only revealing a pair of black glowing eyes, still burning with the flaming spirit of survival.

Like a wild and cold-blooded beast driven to crazy.

"Huh..."

The old man exhaled, setting an empty wine jar on the ground with his left hand. Then, he rubbed his scar-laden right hand with his fingers as if they were a blade.

Shhh——

A few more drops of dehydrating blood oozed out from his almost parched veins, instantly transforming into black organisms as they fell into the jar, emanating a cold air. The pain caused him to grit his teeth.

It seemed as if a new life began stirring inside, causing the jar to shake lightly. The old man forcefully pushed the jar down a dark hole in the wall. Bam——

Ripples flashed within the dark hole, and the jar was sent out.

Only then did the old man lay satisfied on the ground, drenched in sweat.

Another spirit slaughtering jar was sent out.

The old man’s name was Xuan Yinzi, who was once a commanding figure within the Demon Sect. Among the countless titles he once held, the most illustrious one should be that of the Underworld King Sect Master.

Yes, he once presided over the foremost Underworld King Sect of the Demon Sect, being the first man of the sect, no doubt.

The glorious first half of his life should have ended when he took on a silent and introverted disciple.

That boy...

Even now, the memory of him makes Xuan Yinzi’s teeth clench in anger.

He taught him Divine Skill Method, hoping to make him his puppet. However, he never suspected that the boy held malicious intentions. Somehow, the boy secretly took the control of Ksitigarbha’s True Body. Afterwards, with the power of Ksitigarbha’s True Body, he seized Xuan Yinzi’s Daoist Xuanming, becoming the new Daoist Master Xuanming.

And naturally, he became the new Underworld King Sect Master.

Xuan Yinzi’s cultivation tragically fell to the Seventh and a half Realm, and he was exiled by his disciple, not allowed to return to the Underworld King Sect in his lifetime.

Xuan Yinzi did not lose hope.

He wanted to reclaim everything he once owned. However, his current strength was not enough to do so. He must return to the peak... or even surpass it!

Therefore, he set his sights on the legendary Immortal Treasure.

But during the battle for the Immortal Treasure Map, his opponent was willing to die but made sure to seal him here.

Other than talisman, the walls of the cave are covered in marks made by Xuan Yinzi. Unable to track the date and time, he marked the days based on his inner circulation rhythm.

There are tens of thousands of marks.

Thanks to his love for wine, especially for that peculiar spirit wine, he stored mountains of wine jars in his magic storage tool.

Those were the materials for refining the spirit slaughtering jars.

After a few decades, with all his might... he finally managed to rip a hole in this seal. Although it’s not enough to free himself, it was enough to send out the spirit slaughtering jars he painfully refined by over expending his blood.

"The life of a powerful being in the Seventh Realm, in exchange for my several decades, isn’t too bad..." Xuan Yinzi mumbled, "But that’s it."

As long as the slaughter spirit jars go out and plunder the dying spirits, it won’t take long to accumulate enough power to come back. He just needed to restore his strength to 80% through the numerous slaughter spirit jars...

Then, it wouldn’t be difficult to break out through this hole!

The one who sealed him couldn’t have gone far, he should have fallen nearby. Once he gets out, he can calmly find the Immortal Treasure Map.

Now, he only needed to send out as many spirit slaughtering jars as possible, wait for the jars with enough power to return one by one, and then return to the peak!

He had already dried up his true qi and lost his energy. The only force he could use was the spirituality in his blood. With this tiny bit of spirituality, he could make around ten spirit slaughtering jars every day.

This was already his limit, he wished he could refine a hundred a day!

But any more would be akin to suicide.

Even if there are only three that could return with enough strength each day, I’d be freed in less than a year!

I, Xuan Yinzi, swear.

Once I get out, I’m definitely going to retrieve what I’ve lost by my own hands!

...

"When are you coming back?" Wen Yulong asked anxiously.

"It’s not certain," Chu Liang replied. "It all depends on the situation."

He was about to undertake a mission for the Demon Sect. Such things are always uncertain, with unknown risks. He might never come back, or he could return tomorrow.

"Everyone from Shu Mountain who drew the Wu Dao incense is anxious. They are all waiting for you to deliver," Wen Yulong urged.

A few days ago, Chu Liang took advantage of the heat from the rumors about him and Senior Sister Jiang to promote the Wu Dao Incense among Shu Mountain, making it wildly popular for a time.

Especially the promotional slogan he launched.

With Wu Dao incense, everyone can have an Immortal Spirit Body!

Pair berries with incense, and live forever!

But even though there were many who wanted to buy, Chu Liang didn’t have that much stock for the time being. He had been painstakingly staking out at Jinhua River every night. However, he only managed to find ten Wine Jar Demons a day, grow ten Drunken Spirit Flowers, collect forty or fifty Drunken Spirit Flower leaves, and produce fewer than five hundred Wu Dao incenses.

It would take a long time to wait for the next harvest of Drunken Spirit Flowers, as plant spirit medicine powder could not be used unlimitedly.

Although five hundred Wu Dao incense sounds a lot, people wouldn’t just buy one at a time, at least ten are needed to have a substantial effect on cultivation.

This was already Chu Liang’s limit. He wished he could slay a hundred in one day!

But there was no more.

So, Chu Liang straightforwardly initiated a reservation activity. All members of Shu Mountain could reserve Wu Dao incense. From these, he would draw randomly, and those whose names were drawn could have a quota to buy fifty Wu Dao incenses.

As a result, the whole of Shu Mountain was anxiously waiting.

Those who didn’t get their names drawn were waiting for the next chance; those who did were waiting for delivery. Those who received their stock would quickly run out and want to buy more.

The popularity of this even covered up the rumors between Chu Liang and Senior Sister Jiang. Everyone forgot how Wu Dao incense came about; they only wanted to try the effect.

Aiding in the enlightenment!

Was there any greater temptation for cultivators?

There were too few treasures in the world that had this effect. And this was the first time everyone had encountered something they could reach.

Although the berries were popular before, it was still more out of an "interesting" mentality. But Wu Dao incense is absolutely "useful," which naturally led to a different attitude.

However, Chu Liang was also quite helpless.

He could not split himself in half. Even with his External Avatar cultivation, he could not act thousands of miles apart. The Wine Jar Demons here could only give Drunken Spirit Flower seeds if they were killed by him personally. And the undercover status at the White Bone Hall over there was hard to come by; naturally, he could not easily give it up.

That day, nearly ten cultivators of various good reputations came to Silver Sword Peak one after another.

This was a previously agreed upon meeting point. Before going to see Gui Lian’er, they came to gather at Shu Mountain.

Monk Pu Shan and Luo Yao were familiar faces. These two were the core undercover team formed with Chu Liang and became quite familiar with Silver Sword Peak of Shu Mountain.

However, every time they came to Silver Sword Peak they would discover some slight changes, which always amazed them. It was currently the off-season for the Berry Playground. If they had seen it earlier, they would have been even more astonished.

Next was Zhuge Guanxing from Misty Mountain. This graceful young man with a smile and squinting eyes gave a shrewd impression.

He flew over Silver Sword Peak and laughed, "I’ve heard that there’s a new Berry Playground in Shu Mountain. But I couldn’t imagine it’s so big. Oh? A golden fur beast of the Sixth Realm. Impressive. Impressive. Is that where Senior Empress Feng lives? Let’s take a detour."

Ji Lingyu came with four core disciples of the Heavenly Gang Sect. She was a run-away who was now beginning to miss home. However, her family had yet to come looking for her, and it would be quite a loss of face for her to return on her own. Thus she was stuck here.

The disciples of the Heavenly Gang Sect arrived together. There was no hint of any rifts among them. Even though the prime disciple trials were reaching a critical stage and a brutal competition was about to begin, their camaraderie remained strong.

They all respected Ren Hongdao, the Eldest Senior Brother, were protective of Tang Shi, the youngest Junior Sister, and trusted Yun Chaoxian, the man of wisdom and bravery. They admired Li Fujian’s uncle.

Chu Liang was not surprised by this.

It was common knowledge that the minds of the Heavenly Gang Sect disciples were all similar.

There wouldn’t be any issues with unity.

However, Zhang Chen didn’t come.

"Brother Zhang asked me to apologize to everyone on his behalf," Ren Hongdao said. "The Academy has assigned him an important task at the last minute, so he won’t be able to participate in this operation."

Chu Liang was a little regretful. This Chief of the Ascending Dragon Academy left a deep impression on him. He had always felt that Zhang Chen was probably the strongest among them.

Even if he wasn’t the best fighter, he was certainly the most reliable.

"No matter. With so many of us, Gui Lian’er probably won’t mind if we’re short one person," Chu Liang still said.

After all, the life or death of a disciple of the Demon Sect was common.