"Heavenly Yin blood, Corpse Demon bone..."
Wang Yu felt a deep headache. The "Heavenly Yin" mentioned here didn't refer to the moonlight, but a higher grade of Yin energy. And corpse Qi could only be found in burial grounds like mass graves, or even around zombies.
The external environment simply didn't meet the requirements.
He couldn't cultivate it at all; he could only try to comprehend it.
True Disciple Su and Steward Duan really thought highly of him. No wonder the Placement Rack required one practice per minute. When laid out plainly, it meant using Yin energy and corpse Qi to transform oneself.
The secret method served as a guide to prevent the cultivator from suddenly dying or truly mutating into a zombie.
"External conditions are insufficient. It seems I can only rely on the Placement Rack to meet the prerequisites."
The Placement Rack's function was to substitute for his cultivation. The Ice Sword Art was a pure spell, granting him perfect comprehension, usage experience, and even muscle memory.
The Bloodburn Art gave him insights into the technique and additional cultivation, as if he had cultivated it himself—completely natural, without any difference!
As for the Corpse Demon Secret Method—
It was a transformation-oriented secret art. Attaching a severed limb was one part; physical transformation was another.
This meant that while Wang Yu was comprehending it to perfection, his body would simultaneously undergo the transformation. This hypothesis fit the established pattern of how the Placement Rack worked.
"What a troublesome flaw to discover!"
This realization had both good and bad aspects. If not perfected, those side effects would inevitably appear gradually. But if he relied on the Placement Rack's effect to perfect it, it had to be done after reaching the limit of progress.
By that time, his body's transformation would already be complete, and only then would the secret art begin to perfect itself. What specific variables might occur, even Wang Yu himself couldn't predict.
"Power..."
A cold glint flashed deep in his eyes. He decided to wait a little longer. With the current number of spirit slaves in the stone house area, it was too difficult for him to turn things around. He needed to bring in more people to create variables.
He waited for another ten days.
***
**Day 53 of Spirit Slave Life.**
A new group from the Taihu Spirit Domain arrived at the Reverse Blood Sect, timid and fearful just like they had been. All had mixed or waste spiritual roots, but their numbers had tripled, reaching over three hundred.
While it seemed like a lot, it was merely a drop in the bucket. Steward Liu's dominance within the spirit slave hierarchy was growing stronger. For Wang Yu to recruit like before was now nearly impossible.
Just those few second-layer Qi Refining slaves, whose severed limbs had been successfully reattached, would be watching his every move.
That's right.
Wang Yu's left arm was completely destroyed, while the three instigators of the incident had their arms and legs saved thanks to timely treatment. How ironic.
As long as they lived, the Steward Duan that Wang Yu relied on would hold no authority. Who would be willing to burn their lifespan for someone incompetent, just for a chance at outer disciple promotion?
All those promises were nothing but empty words. No one would believe them.
Once the teaching and Q&A sessions began, the slaves would talk, and everything would come out. This new batch couldn't solve the root problem, but they could give Wang Yu a foothold again. This was crucial and couldn't wait.
Thinking this,
late at night, when all was silent,
in the stone house area, aside from the outer disciples on duty, everyone was asleep. The iron bars of Stone House No. 83 quietly opened.
These things could only hold pre-slaves who hadn't entered the Dao. Anyone who had truly broken through to the first layer of Qi Refining could bend them with a strand of spiritual power.
Their symbolic meaning was greater than their practical use.
Moreover, deep within the Reverse Blood Sect, at the foot of Coldblood Peak, not even Qi Refining cultivators, let alone Foundation Establishment or Golden Core experts, could easily escape.
The stone house area existed like a human-shaped spirit stone mine—tightly guarded on the outside but lax internally.
Wang Yu lifted the bars from the bottom and slipped out.
His eyes darted around as he quickly moved along the wall toward the stone houses of the three troublemakers.
With a thought, his perfected Ice Sword Art could now break free from the conventional form, changing shape to some extent according to his will.
Thin ice swords, each about the thickness of a finger, rapidly formed,
swirling densely in his palm like a dancing cold wind, wild and unrestrained.
In the blink of an eye, soft *thud* sounds repeatedly echoed in the dark stone houses. Within less than a breath, all fell completely silent—heartbeats and breathing had stopped.
Wang Yu looked up at the night sky. A moonless night.
"Next."
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**The next day.**
The outer disciple responsible for distributing food walked past the doors as usual. He kicked Wang Yu's bars and called out.
"Hey, breakfast."
Wang Yu, who appeared aged with completely white hair and a missing arm, hurriedly got up, looking like he wanted to explain.
But the food distributor just spat in disgust.
"Just some old guy. How unlucky!"
*Bang—*
With a not-too-light, not-too-heavy kick, a noticeable dent appeared in the iron bars. He swaggered off.
Only then did Wang Yu return to normal, placing the bag full of buns and a water pouch by his bedside.
In the demonic path, strength was the ultimate truth. But sometimes, using the rules was also valid. Any organization, righteous or demonic, had its own regulations.
No matter how flawed, they were still the rules.
Fundamentally, following the Reverse Blood Sect's rules meant following the Sect Master's rules.
Many people acted recklessly, but if caught and someone made a strict example, they would suffer.
Spirit slaves were the private property of Coldblood Peak. Nominally, they belonged to the Master of Coldblood Peak—the Nascent Soul True Monarch!
Such a figure simply looked down on these meager profits. It was an unspoken understanding, a source of income given to the true disciples. But if exposed, whether for face or to enforce rules,
the one profiteering wouldn't be spared. Daring to greedily take what belongs to a Nascent Soul? How outrageous! Should they just hand over the Sect Master's position too?!
Wang Yu's method of exposure was clumsy. He also needed a few people to die, so he chose these three—a plan that killed three birds with one stone.
Whether true or not, the true disciple behind Steward Liu was in seclusion to form his core and wouldn't emerge soon.
If the excuse of offending the Coldblood Peak Master could be used to strip him of his chance for the Nascent Soul's legacy, the other nine true disciples would all act.
He was just seizing the moment, providing a flimsy pretext.
No matter how untenable, the true disciples knew this was silently permitted by the Peak Master. But the inner and outer disciples of Coldblood Peak didn't.
Whether the true disciples planned to compete properly or use underhanded methods to sabotage his core formation, as long as it prevented him from getting the legacy, they would act!
As the saying goes 'Those involved cannot see clearly; onlookers see more.'
He picked a less-than-perfect start. It depended on whether these true disciples dared to seize this chance and tacitly unite for a while.
Wang Yu had to admit there was gambling in his plan.
If he failed, he had prepared a fallback—dragging Steward Duan down with him.
Even pulling the "big boss," True Disciple Su, into the fray. Once things blew up, he would be just a pawn.
Others would naturally assume someone was behind it.
Soon, the stone house area was in an uproar!