Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2241 - 148: Not So_3

Jiu Futu offered a careful explanation, his voice trembling with a desperate need to earn Wang Ba’s confidence.

He was being truthful. Even within the hierarchy of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, Jiu Futu only showed basic courtesy to Tian Guiye due to his own immense physical power. However, that recent sword strike had completely demolished his mental fortitude. He found himself unable to harbor even a shred of defiance, fully aware that the man standing before him possessed the genuine capability to end his life.

Wang Ba’s brow creased slightly.

Without a word, he released his grip on Jiu Futu.

Jiu Futu offered a wary bow. Noticing Wang Ba’s scrutinizing frown, he quickly adjusted his disheveled attire, pulling up the shirt tucked at his waist to cover his previously exposed torso.

Simultaneously, his eyes flickered toward the cave below, a complex mix of sentiment and indecision passing through his gaze.

Right then, Wang Ba appeared to detect a disturbance. His expression darkened as a sword scabbard slid from his sleeve. With a casual flick of his wrist, he unleashed a strike.

A streak of sword light flashed briefly before vanishing into nothingness.

Upon witnessing that sword beam, every trace of hesitation in Jiu Futu’s eyes evaporated instantly.

He became terrifyingly focused.

Speaking with urgent resolve, he said: "Senior, the defensive restrictions surrounding the Ten Thousand Demon Dojo are incredibly formidable. Entry is primarily granted based on the quality of one's demonic qi. Unless it meets the dojo's specific criteria, one must forcibly break through to get inside. While refining such demonic qi is usually a grueling process for outsiders, I can instruct you. You will surely master it in a heartbeat!"

Wang Ba remained silent.

After a short period of instruction, he successfully manifested a thread of demonic qi.

"Well then, shall we force our way in, or...?" Jiu Futu asked, his tone a blend of helpfulness and extreme caution.

"Whichever method is most efficient. Also, find someone to question for me in the meantime," Wang Ba replied indifferently.

Jiu Futu’s grin widened: "Of course, these are merely trivial matters. Leave everything to Little Jiu. Er... would it be possible to shrink that sword beam slightly? It is currently pressing rather uncomfortably against my throat..."

"Oh."

Wang Ba gestured slightly.

The lethal edge of the sword beam coiled around Jiu Futu’s neck dissipated.

Despite this, Jiu Futu’s anxiety did not fade. He was well aware that although the light had vanished, the sword's intent still lingered around him. Any sudden movement would result in him being shredded by a storm of chaotic blades.

Internally, he wailed and cursed his luck. Naturally, he didn't dare direct his resentment toward the True Man Taiyi; instead, he funneled all his silent fury toward Tian Guiye, the Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace.

He then guided Wang Ba directly toward the eye acupoint located below.

It bore a resemblance to the mouth acupoint, though it was more heavily fortified by a larger contingent of Demon Palace Cultivators, ranging from Void Refining to Unification stages.

Even Unification stage Elders were frequently seen here.

The guards inspected Jiu Futu and Wang Ba thoroughly. Finding no irregularities, they offered respectful salutations. Jiu Futu maintained a stoic facade, showing no hint of betrayal as he ushered Wang Ba into the inner dojo of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace.

A sprawling landscape unfolded before them—half of it consisted of majestic, ethereal immortal peaks, while the other half resembled a waking nightmare.

The hellish portion was a gruesome sight: volcanoes erupted with fire, seas were filled with blood, and forests were made of corpses. It was a staggering display of horror.

Beyond these sights, countless massive pits overflowed with the concentrated essence of death, resentment, blood, poison, and plague. It was a revelation that truly opened Wang Ba’s eyes to the depths of depravity.

"Just how many lives were sacrificed to create this?"

Though Wang Ba was far from a saint, his expression turned cold and grim at the sight. The atrocities committed here were beyond calculation, defying any simple description.

Even knowing that the Heavenly Dao is indifferent, this level of carnage surpassed the limits of his tolerance.

"We aren't responsible for all of this. Many of these are the remains of nameless Cultivators from the void, purchased through various channels..." Jiu Futu explained hurriedly, terrified that Wang Ba might take his anger out on him.

Wang Ba lapsed into silence for a moment before speaking in a low, heavy voice: "Clear them away. All of them."

"Understood!"

Jiu Futu complied instantly, moving with great speed to gather all the cultivation resources from the pits. His frantic activity drew the attention of many Demon Palace Cultivators, but none dared to interfere when they recognized him.

However, a few late-stage Unification Cultivators felt compelled to intervene: "Ancestor, if these pits are cleared, the effort required to restore them would be—"

"Get out of my way!"

Jiu Futu barked, lashing out with a vicious slap that sent them flying. The Unification Cultivators were tossed aside, their ultimate condition unknown.

Watching the fate of those who tried to speak up, the rest of the Cultivators fell into a terrified silence. Jiu Futu dropped his act and forced a smile, leading Wang Ba toward the Palace Master’s private quarters. He pointed toward an immortal cave that was practically drowning in a mire of blood and resentment.

"Senior, this is the Palace Master’s cultivation chamber... You should try to breach it. I will go and gather the information you require immediately, otherwise, it will be disastrous if Tian Guiye returns."

Wang Ba gave Jiu Futu a brief look before turning his attention away. Jiu Futu fled the scene at high speed, and soon, the sounds of screams echoed from the distance as he vented his frustrations on the other Demon Palace disciples.

Ignoring the noise, Wang Ba studied the immortal cave. Suddenly, a massive brush emerged from his Primordial Spirit, tracing a single, powerful character in the air: "Break!"

The word manifested into physical force and slammed into the cave entrance!

Boom!

Perhaps because the owner believed no one would ever dare strike it, the immortal cave's defenses shattered instantly. Rubble flew in every direction as the Formation light flickered and died.

With the barrier gone, a column of incredibly pure demonic qi erupted toward the heavens! This overwhelming aura felt like a world-conquering Demon awakening from slumber, rising like a dark star and immediately casting a shadow over the entire dojo's sky.

Wang Ba’s heart skipped a beat. "Did Jiu Futu lie to me?" He instinctively moved back.

His gaze then locked onto the ruins of the cave. Amidst the swirling, eerie demonic qi stood a young man clad in a green robe. Blood and resentment were flowing into his body, and his eyes were voids of pure black, lacking any whites.

Disturbed in his cultivation, the youth sensed Wang Ba’s presence. He turned his head, his lips twisting into an unsettling grin: "We meet once more. I didn't expect you to find your way here."

Wang Ba was shaken. "The Palace Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace! How can he be here? Wait, are there two of them?"

While Wang Ba was still reeling from the shock, the green-robed youth stared deep into his eyes and laughed softly. "Now that I've been spotted, the game is over. I'm leaving!"

In a flash, he transformed into a dark shadow and vanished into the horizon without a sound. Wang Ba attempted to give chase, but he found it impossible to lock onto the man's trail. He was left in a state of profound shock.

Just then, Jiu Futu’s enraged scream echoed through the air: "My Blood Energy! My Resentment!"