Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 94

It was a pity that his left arm was not native. The power of the Nine-Dragon Vitality Tendons Art could hardly overlap with the Divine Corpse Arm. The two could not fuse.

It had to be said, this was a regret.

Still, it was not too bad. After all, the Divine Corpse Arm was an external force, and in the end it was different from his own strength.

Now that he had the Flood Dragon Strength, this Body-refining technique, if he could cultivate it to perfection and break through the ninth level of Body Refining, his physical strength would catch up to the external force of his left arm, gradually blending together in harmony.

His qi and blood would also increase greatly, enough to meet the requirement of the qi and blood pass when breaking through to Foundation Establishment in the future.

This was something he cared a lot about.

His strength improved step by step, with feedback and harvest every day. Such progress was something outsiders could hardly imagine, and it made Wang Yu all the more devoted to cultivation.

Once the Corpse Demon Secret Technique was perfected to the third tier, he could rely on its power to regenerate severed limbs, thoroughly resolving the problem of his incomplete body. If he could not wait that long, he could also seek spiritual pills for limb regrowth.

These matters were not urgent.

In the following days, Wang Yu gradually settled down in Spider Mountain. From time to time, he would meet with Situ Hong, and his life was fairly carefree.
Thus, another year passed.

The seasons cycled on Spider Mountain, yet the temperature barely changed, remaining at a comfortable sixteen to seventeen degrees year-round. Wang Yu had just taken his second improved Cold Blood Pill not long ago.

This year, he had almost no visible change.

His cultivation grew by twenty-three strands of spiritual power. His Qi Refining seventh layer was more than halfway complete, and the spiritual power in his dantian’s spiritual sea had accumulated to two hundred and twenty strands.

On average, at a normal pace he would still need four more years.

However, it was already his tenth year in the Outer Sect as of this ninth month, and including those months he had spent as a Spirit Slave, his cultivation journey had already exceeded eleven years.

At the age of 27, having reached the seventh layer of Qi Refining, it could be predicted that by thirty he would likely break through to the eighth level. Within his lifetime he absolutely had hope of reaching Foundation Establishment.

That morning.

The leading female cultivator in light gauze announced the rotation of the spirit-field teams. After a year of idle duty, Wang Yu would now enter the Ghost Eye Cavern to begin tending to the growth of Spiderheart Grass.

This was something he had long anticipated.

Situ Hong often had to enter the Ghost Eye Cavern and had described to him the effect of the Ghost Eyes. A superior-grade Ghost Eye required Ghost Eye Spiders of the first-rank late stage to peak to produce.

A spider had eight eyes, but only half were effective.

The “loss” generated during the hunting process was the benefit for the disciples. How much one could take away all depended on one’s skill.

A superior-grade Ghost Eye could increase spiritual power by four to five strands. The refining time varied by individual. Situ Hong needed nearly three months to refine one, and Wang Yu did not know how long he would need.

But it was clearly a chance to rapidly increase cultivation. Refining four in a year could grow sixteen to twenty strands of spiritual power, nearly doubling efficiency.

The limit was ten Ghost Eyes, but they were still considered rather precious treasures. After all, things that could act in parallel with cultivation pills without interference were rare.

Unfortunately, this item only benefited cultivators of yin and cold attributes. Its scope of application was narrow, though still of great value, no cheaper than pills of the same rank.

Moreover, it could also enhance eyesight.

This rotation finally allowed Wang Yu to enter the Ghost Eye Cavern for himself, and he had some expectations in his heart.

On the other hand, the sect had not sent anyone from Wei Chong to trouble him for an entire year. He had three guesses.

First, the other party did not know of him at all.

Second, Wei Chong was entangled by other true disciples, eager to handle his own troubles and too occupied to settle scores.

Third, True Disciple Su had sought reconciliation, handing over Fatty Duan and completely severing the grudge on the surface, while in reality shifting it into the shadows, making it even more dangerous.

He leaned more toward the first and second possibilities.

Especially regarding the incident of the Weishi Clan of Waterfall Mountain being framed, he never knew the follow-up. During this period, he frequently tried to build ties with Situ Hong, mainly wanting to use his information network to obtain news.

Now that he was about to enter the Ghost Eye Cave, he deliberately invited him to come along.

Disciples of Cold Blood Peak had to be mixed together with disciples of Five Yin Peak in order to qualify for hunting spiders inside the cave. This was both for the purpose of mutual supervision and for mutual care. Of course, most of the time, two to four would enter, and only one would come out, or sometimes no one came out at all. As for what happened, anyone could imagine.

Whether it was due to malice or disputes over spoils, the death rate remained alarmingly high. In just one year, fifty to sixty disciples from both sides had perished.

Calculated like this, after ten years there would be about two to three hundred left, which happened to be about the same number as when they first arrived and completed the handover. The stability of the numbers was terrifying.

“Brother Situ.”

“Junior Brother Wang.”

Even from afar, the two greeted each other warmly.

When they got closer, Situ Hong immediately began to pour out his bitterness.

“Junior Brother, you have finally rotated here. Your senior brothers of the same peak are all extremely domineering. They speak of nothing but Ghost Eyes, refusing equal distribution, saying whoever killed it owns it. Reasonable enough, but they even wanted to snatch from me. They should at least ask around who Situ Hong is.”

Wang Yu was silent.

From what he understood, every seven days twenty-one teams were formed, each entering one of the twenty-one Ghost Eye Caves. Regardless of team size, by sunset they had to hand in twenty Ghost Eyes and five spider corpses.

The so-called Spiderheart Grass needed spider fluids, which was actually just spider blood, only its color was not red.

The Ghost Eye Caves were not interconnected. Within each cave were tens of thousands of Ghost Eye Spiders, reproducing at astonishing speed. Killing more of them was not really a problem.

As long as the Spider Queen was alive, every egg-laying produced thousands at a time, easily sustaining their numbers.

“Enough, let us not speak of that.

We have both been at Spider Mountain for a year, and this is the first time we form a team. How should we divide the spoils, Junior Brother, do you have an idea?”

Wang Yu nodded.

“First, we fulfill the mission requirements. After that, whatever one kills belongs to that person. If we attack the same target, we divide according to effort.”

“Agreed.” Situ Hong nodded, then subtly shifted the subject. “As for completing the task, we can just use some mid-grade Ghost Eyes. What I really need are the top-quality specimens produced by first-rank peak Ghost Eye Spiders.”

“That is fine, Junior Brother was thinking the same.”

Wang Yu agreed entirely. After registering at the foot of Spider Mountain, they received the token for Cave Number Five and quickly went forward to enter.

The spider-hunting mission was essentially equivalent to breaking into the nest of colony-type demonic beasts, extremely dangerous. The webbing within the cave was so dense that intruders would easily be exposed.

Therefore, nearly every team had experienced ambushes from Ghost Eye Spiders. The caves were utterly dark with no light, greatly limiting vision and making combat inconvenient, requiring many preparations.

Though beasts of the same rank were not usually as strong as disciples of great sects, in such an environment it was uncertain who held the advantage.

“Junior Brother Wang, this is an Illumination Pearl. It can emit light continuously for eight hours.”

“Many thanks.”

Wang Yu did not refuse. He cultivated the secret art Taiyin Nether Eye, a Nascent Soul level technique. Even without entering the Moon Observation state, he could still see clearly in darkness.

After all, it was a transformative secret art akin to corpse demon methods, with permanent effects on the body and of quite a high grade, with mysteries far beyond a single use.

There was no need to tell Situ Hong these secrets.

Moreover, in a dark environment, the Night Concealment Mantra would also be enhanced, giving Wang Yu a sense of moving like a fish in water.

“Let us go in.”