Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1444 - 56 Sea Beast

Chapter 1444 -56 Sea Beast

“True Martial Cultivators… are not as bizarre as these people make them out to be. Apart from their Qi and Blood being different from ordinary folks, they have nothing special. Can these people really compare to Nascent Soul Cultivators?”

Snow piled up, covering the entire land.

By the burning village.

Villagers covered in mud were pinned down in the snow, their Blood Energy surging so vigorously that it melted the surrounding snow into streams, mixing with the frozen ground below into mud.

Their eyes bloodshot, they raised their heads high, veins in their necks taut like strained ropes.

Yet they could never break free from the invisible pressure from above.

They couldn’t even make a sound.

Above, rows of Cultivators hovered in mid-air without expression.

Among these people, Yang Que in his Dragon Robe looked down slightly, his eyes seemingly possessed a Magic Power that thoroughly saw through the bodies of the sturdy men below.

However, disappointment was unmistakable in his eyes.

Beside him, the blond elder stared at these sturdy men too, his expression slightly puzzled.

Yang Que turned his head slightly, glanced at the blond elder, and said with lackluster interest:

“It looks like we’re set for a disappointment… These so-called True Martial Cultivators don’t seem to be of much value.”

The blond elder hesitated, frowning:

“Your Majesty, these True Martial Cultivators indeed fall short compared to Cultivators. However, the key is that mortals can cultivate without a Spiritual Root… If this Dao of True Martial were to spread across Huangji Continent, I fear it might shake the foundation of the Sui Dynasty.”

“Shake the foundation?”

Yang Que was slightly startled, then couldn’t help but let out a laugh before his expression suddenly turned cold:

“My great Sui, even after just losing a thousand Nascent Soul Cultivators, still has over a thousand Nascent Souls and more than fifty thousand Golden Cores left!”

“mere mortals, even if they can wield some ability to manipulate their Qi and Blood, so what if they roam this place? What can they do to compete with my vast Sui Dynasty?”

“Supreme Dragon Transformation, are you confused?”

The blond elder bowed quickly, his tone flustered:

“Yes, Your Majesty is correct, it is this old servant who is confused.”

Yet a cold glint flashed deep in his eyes.

“Hmph.”

Yang Que snorted coldly.

Then he softly commanded the primitive Demonic Sect Cultivators under his control:

“These people are useless, deal with them. Go scout around and see if you can find any of those Class IV True Martial Cultivators they spoke of…”

“Mmph! Mmph!”

Below, among the men pressed into the snow, someone immediately began to struggle and groan.

A middle-aged man, with wrinkles on his face like deep ravines, was holding his breath until his face turned beet red, his Blood Energy pervasive.

His Qi and Blood tumbling, he vaguely managed to break free from the pressure from above…

“Hmm?”

Yang Que’s previously unconcerned face showed a hint of surprise.

Yet the blond elder’s eyes flashed even more with intrigue:

“To be able to utilize emotions to amplify Qi and Blood… that’s interesting.”

He had seen countless cultivation methods, but he had never encountered anything like what these mortals were practicing.

As a Divinity Transformation cultivator, Yang Que also noticed this.

“Interesting… release this man.”

He ordered casually.

Immediately, a Cultivator pulled back their Mana from the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man stood up in surprise, then suddenly knelt down, banging his head on the ground desperately begging Yang Que:

“Immortal, Immortal! Please spare us…”

Yang Que’s expression was indifferent:

“I do not care about your life or death, but since you wish to live, you must pay a price that makes me deem it worthwhile. What do you have that could interest me?”

The middle-aged man paused, looked around at the villagers still pressed in the snow, and gritted his teeth:

“I can tell you the True Martial Sutra!”

“The ‘True Martial Sutra’? So it’s the cultivation method of the Dao of True Martial…”

Curiosity arose in Yang Que’s heart.

However, his face showed no sign of being moved, instead, he said casually:

“That doesn’t count. Even if you don’t tell me, I can directly perform a Soul Search on you.”

“But it seems you really don’t have anything useful.”

“Then just deal with them all.”

Saying that, he directly ordered a nearby Demonic Sect Cultivator.

The face of the middle-aged man froze, as he didn’t expect this Immortal to be so untrustworthy.

Watching a Demonic Sect Cultivator unceremoniously land in the snow, casually grabbing a mud-caked young man.

The middle-aged man’s heart seized in panic!

Because the young man being grabbed was his son.

He finally couldn’t hold back and said urgently:

“I have another matter that will surely interest the Immortal!”

Yang Que, however, had already turned and was flying away.

To him, spending even this little time on a mortal seemed like a waste.

And that Demonic Sect Cultivator, still with no expression, extended a palm towards the young man’s head.

“It’s about the Patriarch of True Martial!”

“He only recently emerged from seclusion, and not long ago, he gathered us to continue hunting Immortals. He’s not far from here!”

Under such pressure, the middle-aged man yelled.

After uttering this statement, he closed his eyes, powerless.

In mid-air, both Yang Que and the blond elder, ready to leave, couldn’t help but halt.

“The Patriarch of True Martial?”

“Hunting Immortals… you mean hunting Cultivators?”

Yang Que stood in mid-air, his eyes revealing a rare trace of curiosity.

“Your Majesty…”

The blond elder also looked at Yang Que.

Yang Que pondered for a moment, then said:

“Let’s take a look; a little more time won’t hurt.”

“If these True Martial Cultivators are as powerful as they claim, we can just subdue them, and use them to our advantage.”

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