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Chapter 11: Slaughter Incantation
Chapter 11: Slaughter Incantation
The next day, Lv Yang spent the entire day waiting inside the Cultivation Cave.
No one came.
The three black-cloaked men might as well have never existed. Their deaths hadn’t stirred the slightest ripple—no one even bothered to investigate.
Lv Yang sighed inwardly. He didn’t doubt that the Holy Sect, which possessed every disciple’s Fate Lamp, had noticed their demise. Reflecting further, he realized that mutual slaughter among disciples was likely an unspoken rule. As long as the chaos stayed contained, no one would bother digging deeper.
After all, the demonic sect thrived on intrigue and unpredictability.
A death here might be an execution, a robbery, or punishment for uncovering forbidden secrets. What if an investigation revealed something inconvenient?
Better not to look at all.
“No wonder it’s the Holy Sect,” Lv Yang muttered, shaking his head before turning his attention to looting the corpses.
First came the Disciple Talismans. To his shock, each contained a combined total of 400 Contribution Points—far more than normal.
“So they were seasoned criminals after all.”
Frowning, Lv Yang rummaged further. Among the miscellaneous items, only one treasure stirred his interest: a secret manual titled Breath-Sealing Method.
Given how the trio had excelled at concealing their true energy, Lv Yang knew this technique was formidable. Without his recent breakthrough—enhanced cultivation and spiritual awareness—he might never have detected their intrusion. This Breath-Sealing Method was clearly their trump card.
“Even better—it’s unrelated to the Holy Sect!”
Holy Sect techniques were always recorded on Disciple Talismans. This manual, however, was a physical artifact, suggesting it was their personal treasure.
“No need to worry about the Sect deciphering it.”
As the thought struck, Lv Yang sincerely buried the three corpses, ensuring their remains rested peacefully underground.
Suddenly, curiosity stirred him:
“This Breath-Sealing Method is so refined, and not from the Holy Sect. Where did they get it? Could there be an even greater secret behind this?”
Excitement flickered in his eyes. But he quickly tempered his greed, his gaze cooling.
“No rush. We might even become allies in their next lives.”
After properly burying the corpses, Lv Yang retrieved his Disciple Talisman to review the materials Yun Miaoqing had listed for forging a Sword Core.
“Forging a Sword Core requires three taels of Gold Essence, three taels of Jade Marrow, two taels of Cinnabar, and two taels of Sword Qi—totaling ten taels. These must be refined with True Flame and divine water to remove impurities, then slowly cultivated using sword techniques until they harmonize with the refiner’s essence, energy, and spirit.”
As he recited the formula, he browsed the item catalog.
His expression darkened with every line.
“Gold Essence, Jade Marrow, Cinnabar, Sword Qi—all priced at 100 Contribution Points per tael. True Water costs 500 per gourd, True Flame 500 per strand… 2000 Contribution Points total!?”
His teeth clenched. He recalled Yun Miaoqing mentioning that disciples of the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion received free Sword Cores after breaking through to Refining Qi.
But here in the Primordial Sacred Sect, it cost 2000 Contribution Points?
Ordinary disciples would have to slave away for twenty years without eating or drinking to save that much!
Damn this demonic sect!
The staggering sum crushed Lv Yang’s earlier satisfaction with his 400 Contribution Points. Once again, he faced the bitter truth: he was broke.
“These points are practically useless now.”
Lv Yang had planned to reincarnate in his next life, choosing cultivation over material gains. Anything acquired this life couldn’t be taken with him. Even 400 Contribution Points wouldn’t secure a breakthrough to the fifth layer of Refining Qi.
“Guess I’ll have to exchange them for cultivation techniques instead.”
Unlike treasures, techniques could be carried into his next life. Resolved, he left the Cultivation Cave for the Scriptorium.
“Back again, brat?”
The old man guarding the Scriptorium recognized him, eyes widening. “Here to trade for techniques? Looks like you struck gold.”
“Lucky me, thanks to your blessing, Senior Brother,” Lv Yang replied with a bow before entering.
This time, he sought a powerful, life-or-death martial art.
Soon, Lv Yang locked onto his target.
“Slaughter Incantation: 300 Contribution Points.”
This technique was uniquely brutal. Resembling Buddhist monks’ silent meditation, it required practitioners to nurture a reservoir of killing intent within their chest, refining it daily with spiritual energy until it fused with their very life force.
Normally dormant, it allowed normal speech. But when unleashed—a single roar of “Kill!”—would erupt with all-consuming murderous qi, shattering souls and overwhelming heavens. Yet once the energy dissipated, the user would perish alongside their enemies. A mutual destruction technique.
“Perfect. Kills others and myself? Just my style.”
With the Ten Thousand Lives Scroll, Lv Yang feared not death—but being unable to die. The Scroll activated only upon his death, so he desperately needed a suicide technique.
After exchanging his points, Lv Yang sat cross-legged to decipher the manual.
“The Slaughter Incantation stores killing intent in the chest. The purer the intent, the greater its power.”
“The heavens unleash killing intent to shift stars, the earth to stir dragons and snakes, and humans to overturn heaven and earth. Thus, killing intent falls into three categories: heavenly, earthly, and human. Heavenly and earthly are rare, but human intent—especially from weapons steeped in bloodshed—is abundant.”
Inside the Scriptorium, Lv Yang began refining the killing intent.
“Lucky for me, I’ve got the tools.”
Human killing intent came from weapons wielded by those with murderous intent. Conveniently, he still had the three black-cloaked men’s weapons.
Drawing the residual malice from their blades, he funneled it into his body.
Instantly, his chest felt as if a thousand blades were scraping his bones and carving his flesh. Agony seared through him, but he gritted his teeth, lips sealed tight.
This was the critical moment. Any release of breath would mean instant death.
Long moments passed before the killing intent stabilized, merging with his spiritual energy. Now, a single thought could unleash it.
“Wonder how powerful it is…”
A grin tugged at his lips. He resolved to test the Slaughter Incantation before dying this life.
Exiting the Scriptorium, he found the old man cursing furiously at the entrance.
“Damn bastard got lucky!”
The old man clutched his Disciple Talisman, hands trembling, face twisted in a mix of rage and despair.
Lv Yang approached. “Senior Brother? What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” The old man glared, hurling his Talisman to the ground. “Check the news yourself!”
With that, he slumped back into his rocking chair, sulking.
Puzzled, Lv Yang opened his Talisman. The headline blared:
Merit Pool Grand Prize Finally Claimed!
New disciple Xiao Shiye drew the Colorful Merit Fish! The True Man personally awarded ten billion points. Xiao Shiye immediately secluded himself after claiming the prize—his current whereabouts remain unknown!
(End of Chapter)
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