Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

Chapter 81 'There was once an Evil Cultivation, named... Scion of Ten Thousand Demons!

And the talismans he had handed over to the scholar went unused, for not a single disciple of the Poison Sect had escaped the Poison Mist Swamp; all had perished within the marsh.

At that moment—

The resentful spirit of the Barefoot Immortal, with pupils glazed white, was holding the withered body of an old man. He strode out of the swamp and threw the body down in front of Chen Qiu.

"The process of collecting bodies is still the most enjoyable," he said.

Chen Qiu, smiling, wrapped his arms with Spiritual Energy and carefully stripped the Storage Ring and all else from the old man's body, not even sparing items like shoes and belt, for they might be some fine Spiritual Treasures.

Immediately following,

Thousands of Demon Clan cultivators also emerged, each carrying the bodies of several hundred Poison Sect disciples and dumping them on the open ground.

Fat Long and his acquaintances swiftly approached and stripped all of the Storage Bags and Storage Rings from their waists.

...

"I really can't fit anymore,"

Fat Long opened his robe to reveal the dozens of Storage Bags tied with ropes from his chest to his thighs, and the inner pockets lined with dozens of Storage Rings; a gentle shake emitted a multitude of metallic clanking sounds.

A look of extreme happiness appeared on his face, his lips almost stretching to his ears.

"Brother Qiu, this time I've really eaten my fill, so full I couldn't be fuller," he said.

"I can hardly stow away any more."

Storage Bags and Storage Rings each possessed a separate small space, and cannot be nested within each other.

"..."

Chen Qiu gave Fat Long a look but said nothing. As a member of Chao Tian Sect who possessed a small world, that space could fit another hundred thousand Storage Rings, but Fat Long insisted on hanging some on himself, claiming it brought him a sense of happiness.

He didn't stop him.

After all, there would be no fierce battle coming up, and if Fat Long liked wearing them, he let him be.

The items on Fat Long's person were just a small portion; most were kept in his 'Chao Tian Sect' small world.

He glanced down at the black Golden Core struggling on the tip of his sword, and he did not devour it immediately. The Golden Core Great Power's resentful spirit was still nearby, and consuming the Golden Core now could bring forth resentful energy potent enough to overwhelm him in an instant!

He planned to leave both the severely injured Golden Core Great Power's resentful spirit and the remaining Demon Cultivar resentful spirits here to disappear automatically from the cosmos when the hour came.

On his person were only over three hundred resentful spirits of the Poison Sect disciples, all from the Foundation Establishment Stage and Qi Refinement Realm. After swallowing this Golden Core, it would only add a resentful spirit of a single layer of Golden Core to his collection.

Although it would still be uncomfortable,

At least it didn't carry the risk of resentful energy entering his body like earlier.

Compared to having a Golden Core level resentful spirit as an ace up his sleeve, suffering a bit in normal times is better than being helpless in the face of danger.

...

Just as he was about to leave after stripping down the Storage Rings, Storage Bags, Spiritual Treasures, and other items from the bodies,

Chen Qiu suddenly pondered while gazing at the pile of bodies, "What do you say, should we leave a name? Say that it was a sacrifice by Da Xia?"

From the reaction of the Barefoot Immortal from the market, he had roughly figured out that the Capital had probably been aware of the Demon Clan's invasion and had sent a Da Xia Sacrifice to suppress this chaos.

And this Da Xia Sacrifice did not trouble himself, for after suppressing the chaos, he conveniently plundered the market.

Chen Qiu happened to be framed, even though he indeed had such intentions, but he hadn't taken action yet!

That was the workshop owner of the market!

He estimated that there were many fine spiritual treasures and talismans at their disposal; if it weren't for the fact that their fates did not dictate their demise just yet, how could they stand here at this moment? What he disliked most in his entire life was being falsely accused.

Now...

Could he take this small opportunity for revenge?

"No."

Fat Long shook his head helplessly, "Brother Qiu, this frame-up seems too obvious, and besides, you don't even know which Da Xia official it is, you could at least leave a name?"

"That..."

At that moment, the scholar next to him hesitantly said, "Why not say it's… Bai Yi, the premier sword cultivator of Da Xia, who acts for heaven to strike down evildoers?"

Before Chen Qiu and others could even speak, he quickly shook his head apologetically.

"That, forget I said anything."

"I just mentioned it offhandedly; it really isn't proper. I don't have much desire for fame, after all, being ranked 986th on the 'Fame Ranking' already satisfies me, but seeing Scion of Ten Thousand Demons ranks at 712th feels somewhat inappropriate."

"..."

Fat Long looked emotionlessly at the scholar, and after a moment, he said slowly, "That doesn't sound like someone who doesn't care about fame."

"Ever since the 'Fame Ranking' appeared, I remember we have been quite busy, right? When did you have time to check the Fame Ranking?"

"You even found your ranking and that of Scion of Ten Thousand Demons at the earliest opportunity, didn't you eagerly search for your name as soon as the list was released?"

Just as Chen Qiu shook his head, preparing to end this topic and leave this place for a nearby large city.

"Kekeke!!!"

A voice filled with viciousness and brutality laughed wildly next to their ears, and a streak of red light shot from the horizon and landed in front of them in the blink of an eye.

This red light was composed of a sky full of blood mist.

When the blood mist dispersed,

a man in tattered clothing covered in wounds, with dried blood on his lips and a fierce, greedy expression, looked excitedly at the hundreds of poison cultivator corpses on the barren ground before him.

"Truly, heaven does not forsake me, Scion of Ten Thousand Demons!"

"Heaven does not forsake me, Scion of Ten Thousand Demons!!!"

"These poison cultivator corpses will be excellent Blood Meal to greatly heal my injuries; I smell it, I smell the scent of fresh Blood Meal."

As his words fell,

Scion of Ten Thousand Demons suddenly realized something, his expression filled with intense shock as he looked at the skeletal, blood-stained elder's corpse among the bodies—it was indeed the corpse of a Golden Core poison cultivator.

And it looked to have died not long ago.

Could there be some Golden Core Great Power here?

He quickly glanced around, only spotting a few men standing nearby and the pile of corpses without any Storage Rings, and he immediately realized that just recently, a tremendously powerful Golden Core cultivator must have slaughtered these poison cultivators and taken all the Storage Rings.

These men were likely just passers-by, drawn by the residual battle fluctuations and prepared to loot the corpses.

After realizing this, Scion of Ten Thousand Demons, with a malicious smile, looked toward Chen Qiu and his companions; the blood mist surged out from his hand again, transforming into a massive hammer, as he advanced step by step towards them: "Since you've come, don't leave. Become my Blood Meal."

"Consider it a slight contribution to my plan for vengeance."

"Let everyone in this world know, there was once an Evil Cultivator named…"

"Scion of Ten Thousand Demons!"