Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

152: Chapter 152 Supernatural Powers, the Path of Slaughter, Late Stage of Void Refinement!Feng Jiuge used the Soul Searching technique to obtain the memories of that Demon Race member, learning the general situation of this Realm.

He stood in place, closing his eyes to organize those memory fragments.

About half an hour later, Feng Jiuge opened his eyes, his gaze flickering slightly.

This Demon Realm was quite interesting.

The structure of this Realm was similar to the Spirit Realm, also divided into five regions: East, South, West, North, and Center.

However, the names of each region were crowned with the powerful clans of the Demon Race.

The Blood Eye Demon Race in the East, the Silver Moon Demon Race in the West, the Black Scale Demon Race in the South, the Ice Soul Demon Race in the North, and the Central Region was the Holy City revered by all major Demon Race clans.

And the Demon Race member he had soul-searched belonged to the Black Scale Demon Race of the Southern Region, a low-level clansman of a small tribe named Chi Gu.

Feng Jiuge lowered his eyes to look at himself.

Since that was the case, he would do as the locals did.

Spiritual Qi surged within his body, his bones creaked, and his figure changed abruptly.

A moment later, Feng Jiuge was gone from the spot, replaced by a Demon Race member with slightly disproportionate facial features and short horns on his forehead.

He was identical to that Chi Gu.

Feng Jiuge—no, he should be called Chi Gu now—looked down at himself and nodded slightly.

In the memories obtained from the soul search, this Chi Gu was an inconspicuous little villager, perfect for his actions.

He lifted his feet and walked out of the mountain forest.

...

The first year.

Feng Jiuge, in the identity of Chi Gu, wandered throughout the Southern Region.

He gradually saw this Demon Realm clearly.

Although it was called the Demon Realm, just as he had heard, it was indeed not only inhabited by the Demon Race.

The Human Race existed here as well.

It was just that the Human Race was weak, lingering on in desperate straits, like rats in a sewer, not daring to show their faces.

And those rich and abundant places were all occupied by the Demon Race.

What made Feng Jiuge frown even more was that in the eyes of the Demon Race, the Human Race was not the same kind.

They looked at the Human Race just as Mortals in the Spirit Realm looked at monkeys in the mountains.

Monkeys could speak, stand upright, and some could even imitate human movements.

But so what?

In the end, they were livestock, game, food on the plate.

That was how the Demon Race treated the Human Race.

Those captive humans lived in simple sheds surrounded by fences, wearing rags and starving.

Women with some beauty were picked by powerful Demon Race members as toys.

Strong men were sent to mines to do hard labor until they died of exhaustion.

The remaining old, weak, sick, and disabled were meat for ordinary Demon Race members.

When they wanted to eat, they would go in, pick one, drag it out, slaughter it, skin it, and cook it.

When Feng Jiuge saw that scene for the first time, he stood in the distance for a long time.

It was a marketplace in a Demon Race tribe.

A Demon Race woman, leading a five or six-year-old cub, walked into the human enclosure.

The cub walked around inside, pointed to a thin human child, and said in a milky voice: ”Mother, I want that one.”

The Demon Race woman nodded, threw two Low Grade Magic Stones to the guard, and carried the trembling human child away.

Magic Stones contained Devilish Qi and could help the Demon Race increase their cultivation; besides that, they were also used as currency by the Demon Race.

The human child was carried away, crying in terror, shouting words that couldn’t be understood.

The Demon Race members around them came and went, none of them sparing a second glance.

Feng Jiuge turned and left.

That night, the entire Demon Race tribe, all three hundred and seventy-two of them, were killed.

Including that Demon Race woman and her cub.

Feng Jiuge stood in the pile of corpses, looking down at his hands.

When he was in the Spirit Realm, he killed hypocrites of the Righteous Path, killed true villains of the Demonic Path, and killed man-eating members of the Yao Race.

But never once, like tonight, had he killed so calmly.

He released those captive humans, roughly counted them, and there were about three thousand.

Those people were terrified, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing desperately, mumbling something.

Feng Jiuge didn’t understand their language, but he didn’t need to.

He waved his hand, a flash of light passed, and those three thousand people disappeared, all taken into a Top-Grade Magic Treasure.

This Magic Treasure was obtained in a Secret Realm in the Central Region of the Spirit Realm years ago, named the Small Universe Cave.

Inside, it formed a small world of its own, a hundred miles in radius, with mountains and water, capable of holding living things.

It had its limits, however; he had tried before that if he forced them in regardless of the consequences, it could hold at most thirty thousand people.

Any more, and due to the lack of Spiritual Qi, the living things inside would become weak or even die.

However, in the entire Southern Region, in the entire Demon Realm, how many humans were kept in captivity?

After Feng Jiuge took those three thousand people into the Small Universe Cave, he rushed to the nearest Human Race territory and let them out.

From this Demon Race tribe to the nearest Human Race territory, it took about half a month to go back and forth.

And this Human Race territory had a Mahayana Realm Old Ancestor guarding it, protecting the humans there.

Every time Feng Jiuge sent people, he stopped nearby and never stepped inside.

He couldn’t be bothered to meet the humans there, let alone explain anything.

In the following months, Feng Jiuge would often finish sending one batch only to find another location where humans were held captive.

It was impossible to kill them all.

It was also impossible to save them all.

Feng Jiuge knew this very well.

He was not a kind person, nor did he ever want to be a savior.

He killed the Demon Race because he wanted to kill.

He saved the Human Race just because he wanted to save them.

There was no reason.

It was just like when he was traveling in the Spirit Realm years ago; he passed by a village and saw some Loose Cultivators bullying Mortals, so he killed those Loose Cultivators along the way.

Someone asked him why he bothered with other people’s business, and he couldn’t explain it.

He just couldn’t stand it.

It was the same now.

Seeing those humans being kept like livestock made him want to kill the Demon Race.

Then he would kill.

It was that simple.

As for saving people...

Feng Jiuge sent the ninth batch of humans, watching those people kneel on the ground, weeping bitterly, kowtowing in the direction of his departure until their foreheads were bleeding.

He felt nothing in his heart, just turned and left.

It was just a casual act.

The real reason he was willing to travel back and forth again and again was something else.

When he made a Breakthrough to the Spirit Transformation Realm in the Spirit Realm, he had an Awakening of a Divine Ability called the Killing Dao.

This Divine Ability was extremely mysterious; it could absorb a trace of Karma from the void during slaughter and feed it back to himself.

The more people he killed, the more evil he killed, the faster his cultivation would grow.

When he was in the Spirit Realm, he had a very strong urge to kill because of this Divine Ability.

Now that he had arrived at the Demon Realm, killing these Demon Race members who treated the Human Race as food, the effect of the Killing Dao was actually a bit stronger than it had been in the Spirit Realm.

It was as if, in the dark, the Heavenly Dao of this place also loathed these Demon Race members.

Feng Jiuge could clearly perceive that after every slaughter, the Spiritual Qi in his body would increase slightly.

This first year allowed him to steadily step into the Void Refining Late-stage from the Void Refining Middle Stage.

The second year.

Feng Jiuge continued to wander throughout the Southern Region.

He killed more and more skillfully, and more and more cautiously.

He would never step into the territory of a Mahayana Realm Demon Race member.

He also acted cautiously in Demon Race tribes of the Void Refining stage.

As for those at the Spirit Transformation level and below, he killed every one he saw.

Acting in this way, it was quite safe.

The number of humans he had saved was at least hundreds of thousands by now.

But compared to all the humans held in captivity in the entire Demon Realm, it was just a drop in the ocean.

Feng Jiuge was well aware of this, yet he didn’t care at all.

He was never here to save the common people.

It was just a casual act, incidental, following his own heart.

Until this day.

The Southern Region, a town under the jurisdiction of the Black Scale Demon Race.

Feng Jiuge stood on the ruins of this town, the Killing Intent that had not yet dissipated lingering around him.

This place was originally the territory of a Void Refining stage Demon Race member; there were over three thousand Demon Race members in the town, keeping nearly one hundred thousand humans in captivity.

He lurked for three days, and when that great Void Refining Demon returned from outside, he caught him off guard and killed him in one blow.

Then came the slaughter of the town.

Over three thousand Demon Race members, not one left alive.

At this moment, he was planning to take the captive humans into the Small Universe Cave.

But just as he raised his hand.

A voice came from behind him.

”Interesting.”

Feng Jiuge’ pupils constricted, and the Spiritual Qi in his body instantly operated to the limit.

He did not turn his head.

Because he could not perceive any aura.

The person behind him was either a Mortal, or their cultivation Realm was far above his own.

”Don’t be nervous.”

The voice said again, carrying a hint of playfulness.

”This seat has been watching you kill for almost two years, from the Void Refining Middle Stage to the Void Refining Late-stage, killing hundreds of thousands of Demon Race members, and saving who knows how many humans.”

”This seat has been wondering when you would be discovered.”

”I didn’t expect you, little one, to be so cautious, specifically picking places without Mahayana Demon Race members to guard, running after killing, never lingering.”

Hearing this, Feng Jiuge turned around slowly.

Three zhang away behind him, a man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back.

The man looked no different from an ordinary Demon Race member, except for a vertical eye on his forehead, which was half-closed at the moment, revealing a bit of laziness.

There was no Devilish Qi or Spiritual Qi fluctuation around him; he just stood there casually, yet he seemed to be one with the world.

Feng Jiuge’ heart sank.

This person must be in the Mahayana Realm.

And definitely not an ordinary Mahayana.

Seeing Feng Jiuge turn around, the man’s vertical eye opened slightly, looking him up and down.

”Void Refining Late-stage, slaughtering Early Stage Void Refining Demon Race members like dogs. Your combat power is indeed not bad.”

”What’s even rarer is that the Killing Intent on you is very pure, without a trace of resentment.”

”Interesting.”

”This seat is very curious, how did you do it?”

”Having killed so many Demon Race members, there is no Karma entangling you.”

”Instead... your cultivation is still improving?”