Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 38

Since that day, Tantai Chan’s herb garden no longer seemed to hold anything that attracted Yu Tangtang. Wang Yu only saw her once, and after that, never again.

This actually made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He constantly reminded himself with three words: ”low-key,” ”cautious,” and ”self-reflective,” repeating over and over that this was the Blood Reversal Sect, not a land of kindness.

Things that seemed beautiful were often laced with deadly poison.

And just like that, a year passed in the blink of an eye.

Today marked the first day of the second year of his outer sect life.

He had been hiding in the herb garden for a whole year. As for Xu Jiaojiao, she had either given up or switched to more insidious tactics, which he still needed to guard against carefully.

During this time,

The Ice Coffin Curse and Illusory Step both reached mastery. With his current cultivation, he could only use them twice at full power, so he treated them as trump cards.

The Cold Chi Alchemy Technique and Cold Blood Pills also gradually reached perfection.
Two months ago, he had refined two batches of Cold Blood Pills and produced only three supreme-grade pills in total. His pill refinement skill had reached the peak of the Qi Refining stage.

Technically, he was already highly proficient. The only weaknesses were in his spiritual sense and cultivation level, which were still lacking. Otherwise, in perfect condition, he should have been able to produce six supreme-grade Coldblood Pills.

A single batch of supreme-grade pills would only yield three because the ingredients were completely refined with no excess medicinal essence left to produce additional Cold Blood Pills.

Of course, this applied only to the Coldblood Pills. As for whether other first-rank pills worked the same way, he was not entirely sure and would have to experiment more in the future.

In terms of cultivation, after one year of using two Idle Slots, he gained seventy-two strands of spiritual power. Adding the effects of the Cold Blood Pills and his own cultivation efforts,

His current spiritual power had reached one hundred and thirty strands, about halfway through the Qi Refining layer. Halfway to go.

However, after consuming supreme-grade Cold Blood Pills, his cultivation speed increased further. At this rate, he would definitely reach the fifth level of Qi Refining within another year, which was already quite fast.

The Idle Slots operated based on Wang Yu’s spiritual root aptitude. It was hard to imagine how fast he would be cultivating if he had Heavenly Spiritual Roots. It was truly a pity.

Currently, the idle slots were arranged as follows:

Idle Slot 1: Cold Blood Technique

Idle Slot 2: Cold Blood Technique

Idle Slot 3: Cold Chi Alchemy Technique (Incomplete / In the process of completion...)

“Cold Chi Alchemy Technique (100/100): 18 session per day, master in 30 years.”

After achieving mastery in alchemy, the number of daily pill refining cycles in Idle Slot increased by two. It now had a ”completion in progress” suffix and required a full thirty years, which was even longer than most Foundation Establishment techniques.

This proved that Idle Slots did indeed have the ability to complete techniques.

But this also raised another problem: just how long would it take to complete a Nascent Soul secret art? Based on Wang Yu’s current understanding, it would take at least a hundred years.

An incomplete secret technique that normally took only three months to master would take over a century to complete through Idle Slot cultivation. That meant becoming a “corpse” for over a hundred years, with which his second brother couldn’t be use. He had to think carefully.

But the feeling of missing an arm was truly unbearable and affected his ability to break through to Foundation Establishment. Placing the Corpse Demon Secret Technique into the Idle Slot was almost a necessity.

So troublesome—

Every time he thought of this, he bitterly resented Steward Liu, the one responsible for his severed arm. He bore a daily grudge. If that man hadn’t fled in guilt, Wang Yu would now have the power to collect at least part of that debt.

The one-year mission term ended, and he waited an extra seven days.

Tantai Chan returned with glowing cheeks, clearly having gained many benefits. Upon seeing Wang Yu, she uncharacteristically smiled.

“Has anything happened during this time?”

Wang Yu quickly stepped forward, speaking nervously.

“Senior Tantai, shortly after you left, the Moonlight Fruit ripened. But a white-haired little girl picked all of them. I didn’t even finish a sentence before she disappeared…”

Upon hearing this, Tantai Chan’s expression immediately turned cold. She narrowed her eyes and sized him up. “Did she say anything?”

“Nothing at all. It was like… she was just out for a walk.”

“No matter. You’re not responsible for this.”

Wang Yu pretended to breathe a sigh of relief. He deliberately concealed his encounter with Yu Tangtang.

He feared that Tantai Chan, being prideful, would feel ashamed and enraged if she learned the he knew that other party’s identity was that of a spirit slave and nanny. It would be entirely reasonable for her to kill him over that.

Concealing the conversation was the correct choice.

“This is your payment. Now leave. From now on, do not accept any more missions from me.”

“…Yes, senior.”

Four hundred contribution points and three stalks of Ice Nine-Leaf Grass—that was the harvest for the year. A bit on the low side, but he personally attended each transaction with the Alchemist Association, and earned no small amount of spirit stones.

With his pockets full, gathering the materials for the Cold Blood Pill wasn’t too difficult. He could even consider refining a Cold Chi Pill. The treasure vault of the Blood Reversal Sect was sure to contain second-rank demon cores from ice-type serpent beasts.

If he could cultivate Cold Chi Flame, not only would it add a powerful tool for combat, but his alchemy would also achieve its true potential, bringing him immense benefit.

He could first scout out the situation, but his current contribution points were far from enough. Wang Yu was also considering whether he should take on missions outside the sect.

Things looked smooth for now, but in reality, his past actions had left behind many hidden dangers, unresolved troubles waiting to surface.

You can hide for a while, but not forever.

One of the best solutions would be to become a disciple of a Core Formation elder—a once-and-for-all fix.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t realistic.

Accepting an out-of-sect mission would at least grant him a temporary period of safety. Compared to the oppressive atmosphere inside the Blood Reversal Sect, life outside was much freer. There was less need to constantly worry about all the political consequences of every action.

Aside from resources and environment being slightly inferior, everything else was actually better.

Now that he had plenty of spirit stones, he could make all the necessary preparations, pick a suitable mission, and leave the sect for ten or twenty years before returning.

By then, whether his cultivation or alchemy had progressed in secret or openly, he could present himself in a new light—clean and respectable.

It would be easy to fabricate an excuse. After all, he had been in the sect ever since his days as a spirit slave, and now showed strange traits. That alone was suspicious.

In the demonic path, if you were a wasted spiritual root and still outperformed even dual spiritual root cultivators, you were basically asking for trouble.

Thinking of this—

Wang Yu used the Night Concealment Mantra to mask his presence. After leaving the herb garden, he headed straight to Ice and Snow Pavilion. Partnering with Zhao Shang not only helped turn hostilities into friendship, but also allowed him to enjoy certain privileges.

Of course, he still maintained necessary precautions. If he ever had the chance to eliminate Zhao Shang completely, he would not hesitate. He believed Zhao Shang felt the same way—they both knew too much about each other.

Along the way, Wang Yu was calculating what he needed to prepare.

Various support-type pills, such as Spirit Recovery Pills, Healing Pills, Blood-Staunching Powder, and so on.

He needed at least ten premium Cold Blood Pills, enough to form a pill resistance barrier in his body. Outside the sect, spiritual herbs weren’t so easy to collect.

And most importantly, magical artifacts. One must have artifacts when traveling. If he had extra funds, he should also prepare a basic set of array flags.

Things like that, he had a lot to get ready.

A short while later—

Ice and Snow Pavilion came into view.

“Zhao Shang, do me a favor.”

They hadn’t seen each other in a year. Zhao Shang’s aura had grown stronger, but when he saw Wang Yu, this bringer of misfortune, he was clearly reluctant.

“Brother, I’ll call you brother—just don’t pull that special privilege act on me again.”