Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 1204 - 1200: Suppression

When the three were seated, Zhu Lingyun slowly said: "Listen carefully, I’ll only say it once."

The three nodded solemnly.

Zhu Lingyun’s lips moved, but he didn’t make a sound, he was performing Sound Transmission into Secret.

Chu Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows.

Under Super Sense, he could clearly see the shape of the sound and analyze its content through sound waves.

Combined with the shape of his lips.

He carefully pondered their mental method, which turned out to be a Combined Attack Technique.

It’s completely different from the current Cultivation Technique route, being a complete Spirit Secret Technique.

Converting True Yuan into spiritual power, and thus uniting to resist the statue.

After hearing this, the three closed their eyes and pondered carefully, then began to perform the technique.

As True Yuan circulated, an unusual power condensed within them.

The three strands of strange power fused with each other and drifted toward the statue.

Chu Zhiyuan’s expression was solemn.

The three were very in tune with each other, and all had Venerable Cultivation with deep accumulations.

This strange aura transformed from True Yuan was originally extremely dominant, but due to their deep relationship, they could smoothly merge into one.

After the three strands of strange aura condensed, they transformed into another strange aura, a higher level of abnormal energy.

This strange aura, guided by their mind, slowly drifted onto the statue.

The statue suddenly flashed with Golden Light, but when their strange aura met the Golden Light, it merged into it, causing the light to become thin, the gold to pale, and become increasingly faint.

Finally, it transformed into a soft white light, no longer dazzling, nor causing illusions.

"Not bad." Zhu Lingyun clapped his hands and nodded in satisfaction: "Well done!"

The three opened their eyes, their gaze dimmed.

In just this moment, they felt exhausted, almost unable to hold on, the vision before their eyes darkened periodically.

They never expected the consumption of this technique to be so great, as if it instantly drained their True Yuan and spirit.

If they delayed any longer, they might directly faint, and whether they could wake up would be uncertain.

Zhao Ruilin looked up at the statue: "Venerable, is this statue no longer a threat?"

"Temporarily removed its spirit light." Zhu Lingyun said: "It will soon recover."

"Then how do we deal with it?" Zhao Ruilin asked: "Can we destroy it?"

"You wish." Zhu Lingyun snorted: "Don’t entertain that thought, find a way to soak it in the Blood Pool."

"Blood Pool?" Zhao Ruilin was startled.

Zhu Lingyun said: "First, catch a hundred people, bleed them to build a Blood Pool, and soak the Divine Statue in it to temporarily suppress it."

"...For how long?" Zhao Ruilin hesitantly asked.

"About a month." Zhu Lingyun said: "After a month, you’ll need to change to a new Blood Pool."

Sun Haoyang couldn’t help but say: "A month to kill a hundred people, more than a thousand people a year?"

"Is it a lot?" Zhu Lingyun looked at him blandly.

Sun Haoyang said: "It’s not much, if these thousand people are used for our cultivation, it would be more useful?"

"If you don’t suppress it, you’ll soon be dead clean." Zhu Lingyun snorted: "Do you think the Undying Divine Venerable would be as merciful as I am?"

"Hehe, Venerable, you’re merciful?" Sun Haoyang chuckled.

Zhu Lingyun said coldly: "If I’m not merciful, would you dare to talk to me like this?!"

Sun Haoyang quickly clasped his fist: "Subordinate wouldn’t dare, just curious, how exactly would it harm us? ...Wouldn’t it recognize us as subordinates? ...It’s a higher level, Venerable, couldn’t you also submit to it?"

Zhao Ruilin abruptly shouted: "Junior Brother Sun, shut up!"

He quickly clasped his fist: "Venerable, forgive the offense, Junior Brother Sun has always been careless in speaking."

Zhu Lingyun snorted coldly: "If I could become its subordinate, I’d be delighted, but alas..."

He shook his head: "You want to stick to it, but it’s not interested, it wants to kill you and seize your spirit to strengthen itself."

He snorted: "You go absorb those masters’ Essence Blood, would it spare them because they want to join your Giant Spirit Sect?"

"...No." Zhao Ruilin shook his head.

Resources are just resources, pleading is useless, you can’t be soft-hearted, otherwise, there’s no point in practicing Evil Skill.

"So, now you know what to do, right?" Zhu Lingyun snorted: "Quickly make the Blood Pool, suppress it as soon as possible."

Zhao Ruilin clasped his fist: "Subordinate will send someone to do it!"

"Quickly then." Zhu Lingyun snorted: "Over time, it will become unsuppressable, you’ll have to exert more effort."

"Yes." Zhao Ruilin solemnly nodded, looking at Hu Chengxiang and Sun Haoyang.

Finally, his gaze passed over them and landed on a middle-aged man: "Junior Brother Lu, take some people and catch a hundred young and strong men on the road."

"Yes." A square-faced middle-aged man clasped his fist: "Are there any cultivation requirements?"

Zhao Ruilin shook his head: "Young and strong will do, none with cultivation is even better."

He looked at Zhu Lingyun: "Venerable, there’s no need for cultivation requirements, right?"

"Naturally, the higher the cultivation, the better," Zhu Lingyun said. "With higher cultivation, you can suppress for a longer time."

Zhao Ruilin said, "To be safe, let’s not target those with high cultivation first. It’s best if they don’t know martial arts."

"Yes." The square-faced middle-aged man cupped his fist and then cupped his fist again towards Zhu Lingyun, "Then, Sect Master, I shall go."

Zhu Lingyun waved his hand, "The sooner, the better. Don’t delay."

"If speed is what you seek, then indeed, as the Sect Master said, those with lower cultivation are better."

Zhu Lingyun was too lazy to speak further and waved his hand.

The square-faced middle-aged man bowed and retreated, heading towards the valley of the Giant Spirit Sect.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned, his face solemn.

Regardless of sentiment, an evil demon is an evil demon, after all, it still harms people.

To kill a hundred innocent people in one breath, and they don’t even blink an eye.

This Divine Venerable’s nature is the same, the longer it stays in this world, the more slaughter it creates.

Thinking of this, his intent to kill grew stronger.

The square-faced middle-aged man’s movement technique was extremely fast, like a wisp of smoke speeding by.

When he reached a forest, a ray of golden light suddenly flashed through the woods.

The golden light was dim, flickering, like it was there and not, it lightly drilled into the back of his head.

By the time he reacted, the golden light had already penetrated his head, the sword tip piercing out from his forehead.

Chu Zhiyuan floated out from the woods, stepping onto the treetop, watching the square-faced middle-aged man fall back face up, heavily falling into a pile of weeds.

The Golden Sword had already shot out on its own, trembling in the air before returning to the sheath at Chu Zhiyuan’s waist.

Chu Zhiyuan flashed and disappeared, the next moment he returned to the mountain peak, gazing from afar at the Undying Evil Venerable Statue and Divine Venerable.

Zhu Lingyun sat cross-legged, eyes closed.

Zhao Ruilin and the other two were dizzy, faces exhausted, and closed their eyes to rest as well.

Chu Zhiyuan was contemplating Zhu Lingyun’s words.

The goal of the Undying Evil Venerable Statue is slaughter and to collect spirits, with no intent to impart teachings?

Is this a fact, or is he lying?

Develop followers, bestow power, and then gain power through these followers.

This is how the Evil Venerable gains power, but is the Undying Evil Venerable different?

He was extremely curious, yet at the moment, it was hard to determine if what the Evil Venerable said was true or false.

...

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Ruilin opened his eyes, frowning.

Zhu Lingyun sat steadily, eyelids closed, motionless like a statue.

Zhao Ruilin stood up, after adjusting his breath, his fatigue was somewhat relieved.

He said softly, "Divine Venerable, something seems off, let me take a look."

Zhu Lingyun, eyes closed, said faintly, "Go ahead."

Zhao Ruilin cupped his fists, turned around to leave.

Hu Chengxiang and Sun Haoyang almost simultaneously stood up, hurriedly cupping their fists, "Senior brother, we’ll go together!"

Zhao Ruilin looked at Zhu Lingyun.

Zhu Lingyun said, "All of you go, build the blood pool as soon as possible, don’t delay."

"Yes," Zhao Ruilin said in a deep voice.

He led the two, floating away, towards the direction of the valley.

Halfway through, they suddenly stopped.

Zhao Ruilin looked down at the woods underfoot, snuffled his nose, "You smelled that, right?"

"What?"

"The scent of death... someone died here just now."

"Could it be Junior Brother Lu?" Sun Haoyang laughed.

The other two did not seem amused, instead, their expressions grew even more serious.

Sun Haoyang was taken aback, "Impossible, senior brother, Junior Brother Lu couldn’t have died here."

Zhao Ruilin drifted down to the ground, stepping on the weeds, his gaze roving, then as he snuffled, he moved forward.

He finally stopped before the square-faced middle-aged man’s corpse, saying in a deep voice, "It’s Junior Brother Lu!"

Sun Haoyang stepped forward to touch him and then shook his head, "He’s ice cold... who could kill Brother Lu silently?!"

Also an elder of the Giant Spirit Sect, with Eighth Transition Venerable Cultivation, to die so silently at this distance.

It was clearly a stealth attack, and the assailant’s cultivation far exceeded his.

They stared at his wound, faces as dark as dripping.

Chu Zhiyuan restrained himself, didn’t draw his sword, uncertain if he could kill all three.

He stood at a distance, with Super Sensing Illumination on them as they examined the wounds, sensing the aura.