THE REVERSE SPIRITUAL BLOOD SECT

"Robbing? This price is already very generous."

The Shihu City Lord retorted.

"So what if they have a Waste Spiritual Root? Just throw them a quick Demonic Technique, squeeze them for twenty years, and the value created will be at least a thousand Spirit Stones. If you can't afford it, don't buy it; there are plenty of Demonic Sects that want them."

Upon hearing this, the black-robed man suddenly revealed a fawning smile.

"City Lord, don't be so hasty. It's our first transaction; you should at least let me feel out the bottom price.

"How about this: five Spirit Stones for a Waste Spiritual Root, forty Spirit Stones for a Mixed Spiritual Root. I'll take as many as your Shihu City has, how about that?"

The Shihu City Lord hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright, but your Reverse Spirit Blood Sect's Reversing Blood Pill, sell me one."

"No problem. If the City Lord can afford the price, I'll bring it next time."

"What's the price?"

"Five thousand Spirit Stones."

"We'll trade again during next year's Spiritual Root testing."

The Shihu City Lord was a Qi Training Great Perfection Cultivator. If not for Shihu City only having a Low Grade Rank One Spiritual Vein, he wouldn't have been the City Lord. Qi Refining Stage Cultivators have a lifespan of one hundred and fifty years.

He was already over ninety years old. If he sought Foundation Establishment after turning one hundred, there would be almost no hope of a Breakthrough.

A Qi Refining Cultivator wishing to Break through to the Foundation Establishment Stage needed the aid of a Foundation Establishment Pill. The highest grade Foundation Establishment Pill sold for over ten thousand Spirit Stones, with demand far outstripping supply, making it almost impossible for someone like him to acquire one.

The Reversing Blood Pill was also a type of Foundation Establishment Pill, but of a lower Rank, offering much less assistance, at most increasing the chance by twenty percent. Failure would result in death and the dissipation of one's Dao.

He still wanted to give it one more try.

Of course, without a Foundation Establishment Pill, a Cultivator could still attempt to Break through on their own, but successful cases were rare. Over time, those with the means would acquire a Foundation Establishment Spirit Pill for assistance.

After the two reached an agreement, over a dozen Qi Refining Cultivators from the City Lord's Mansion swarmed out, capturing all the promising candidates from today's Spiritual Root testing who met the transaction criteria.

...

Night.

The wheels rolled over the uneven, muddy ground, causing the prison cart to shake violently. It nearly overturned when rolling over a stone. The gaps in the iron bars were extremely small, allowing only fingers to pass through.

Listening to the chirping of cicadas and croaking of frogs, and the chattering of insects and kingfishers.

Wang Yu awoke from his stupor, vaguely remembering that after leaving the Wang family, he was stopped at the city gate. A black shadow blew a breath at him, and then he fell unconscious.

"This—"

Wang Wu? No, the Spiritual Root testing wasn't even over yet. How could he possibly command the Cultivators of the Lingjiu Sect?

Looking around, under the moonlight, Wang Yu found several people beside him who had also participated in the Spiritual Root testing during the day—Waste Spiritual Roots and Mixed Spiritual Roots, all here.

There were ten prison carts in total, with over a hundred people imprisoned, all weak and powerless, as if they had been drugged.

The scenery outside was very familiar to him, it was precisely the origin of Shihu City's name—the Shi Lake.

It was a popular place for the noble clans and aristocrats in the city to go for spring outings.

The prison cart procession was connected by iron chains, with a black-robed man at the very front, pulling the cart with a demonic horse that had scales and horns.

Upon reaching the lakeside, a special whistle with three long and one short note sounded. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen black-robed figures leaped out of the water, instantly surrounding the prison carts.

Some people who had woken up like Wang Yu spoke with trembling voices, clearly showing fear.

"Who are you people? This is Lingjiu Sect territory! Abducting cultivation seeds is against the law!"

"Hahahaha, idiots."

"Falling into the hands of my Reverse Spirit Blood Sect, and you still try to threaten us with the Lingjiu Sect? Utterly foolish."

Wang Yu's heart stirred. As far as he knew, the Lingjiu Sect was located within the Taihu Spiritual Domain, where the water system was well-developed, with abundant fertile land and billions of Mortals.

The entire Taihu Spiritual Domain was Righteous Path territory, ruled by Sects, with territories planned around Spiritual Veins.

And the Demonic Path was in another adjacent region, called the Red Kite Demon Region. It sounded a bit eerie, but in reality, it was also a good place with mountains, water, and vast fertile land.

Beyond that, it was not something he could learn by reading books.

The Reverse Spirit Blood Sect, by its name, was clearly a Demonic Path Sect. Abducting this group of people, who knew what they wanted to do? It certainly wouldn't be to take them as Disciples.

Two words—unworthy!

Even a Demonic Sect wouldn't cultivate Cultivators with Waste Spiritual Roots; he saw this very clearly.

No one spoke again. After this group of black-robed Demonic Cultivators gathered, they all released their Magical Artifacts. Black cloth banners rapidly expanded under the enhancement of spiritual power, lifting all the prison carts into the air.

The sudden change startled many people into gasping, each one like a frightened rabbit,huddled together and trembling.

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This was the Taihu Spiritual Domain, full of Righteous Path Cultivators everywhere. Flying so conspicuously through the sky was no different from a drop of dark ink on white paper.

The two regions were separated by numerous border passes and dangerous lands, forming a barrier difficult for many Cultivators to cross. Flying directly like this would certainly not pass.

The Lingjiu Sect was located on the eastern edge of the Taihu Spiritual Domain, close to the Red Kite Demon Region. The nearest border pass was called the Black Mountain Pass.

To the left was the perilous Kuye Swamp.

To the right was the demonic Black Mountain Demonic Forest.

The Cultivators responsible for guarding the Black Mountain Pass came from various Righteous Path Sects in the eastern Tai Lake area, and the Lingjiu Sect was just one of the most inconspicuous parts.

There were also many first-class forces: the Thunder Fire Temple, the Bi Yun Sect, and the Looking Moon Palace, three powerful Sects with Nascent Soul Immortal Masters.

Within the border pass, there were Core Formation Immortal Masters stationed year-round.

However, the prisoners witnessed an extremely horrifying scene: this group of Demonic Cultivators from the Reverse Spirit Blood Sect, led by a black-robed man who was only at the Qi Training Ninth Level.

After being stopped by a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the Black Mountain Pass, he smiled and showed a token, then offered a bag of Spirit Stones. Everyone stationed there seemed to turn a blind eye.

They just let them through!

They let them through!

Through!

No matter how the little rabbits cried and screamed, there was no reaction. Wang Yu's mood was heavy, feeling a sense of 'the wind whistles, the Yi River is cold'.

His past sixteen years, while not entirely smooth, had often brought joy. Now being abducted to the Red Kite Demon Region, he didn't know what fate awaited him. He could only pray he wasn't to be blood food for some evil creature.

Since leaving the Black Mountain Pass and fully entering the Red Kite Demon Region, everyone fell silent, their hearts heavy, with nothing to say.

The Demonic Cultivators responsible for escorting them distributed three large flatbreads and a bag of water daily, ensuring they wouldn't starve to death. Physiological excretion was supervised and handled when they stopped to recover their spiritual power.

They couldn't leave the line of sight. Several people tried to escape midway, but their legs were broken and they were thrown back into the prison cart, unable to get out again.

They could only excrete in the cart. Seeing this, Wang Yu reluctantly gave up his own little ideas. They flew like this for a full month.

The Reverse Spirit Blood Sect, they had arrived!

Wang Yu had never heard of this Sect's name before, but just looking at the scale of its mountain gate, his heart had already chilled by half. Nine giant mountains, like old tree roots, continuously twisted and undulated, soaring straight into the clouds.

There were large spaces between each mountain, connected by plank roads, iron chains, and cloud bridges. Pavilions, waterside structures, towers, and palaces were scattered artfully throughout the twisted peaks.

The center of the Nine Peaks was hollow, with a giant ritual-like object suspended within it.

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