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Chapter 146 – Chapter 146: Chapter 146: Summoning Demons, Sealing Demons, Refining Demons, Refining the First Level Cultivation Technique—1

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: Summoning Demons, Sealing Demons, Refining Demons, Refining the First Level Cultivation Technique—1

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Swish-

In an instant, Zhou Sui felt that, deep within his soul, threads of black breath abruptly detached themselves and separated from his soul, temporarily breaking off into two parts.

At this moment, he felt an unprecedented clarity in his soul.

It was as if a dirty mirror had been wiped clean, regaining its original brightness.

To the soul, a Heart Demon was truly like a stain.

If not eradicated, it would cause the soul to become heavier and heavier, obscured by the Heart Demon.

“Seal the demon.”

Zhou Sui’s eyes flashed, and he began the next step.

In fact, the first level of the Summoning Demon Heart Scripture had three incantations.

The first was the Invocation demon skill, which could attract the Heart Demon.

The second was the Sealing demon skill, which could imprison and seal the Heart Demon.

The third was the Refining demon technique, which could refine the Heart Demon into a Demon Seed.

Only after mastering these three incantations could one be deemed to have successfully cultivated the first level of the Summoning Demon Heart Scripture.

Boom-

At this moment, under the effect of the Bookworm, Zhou Sui felt as though he was in a state of enlightenment. He felt neither joy nor sorrow, without any emotion, it was a state of absolute rationality.

He formed a seal with both his hands, instantly imprisoning the Heart Demon within his body.

It was as if a nonexistent mental cage bound the Heart Demon, rendering it unable to break free.

Then this mental cage compressed, compressed, and compressed continually, squeezing the Heart Demon to its limits.

In the end, the Heart Demon could no longer struggle or move, and it transformed into a solidified seed.

This was the Seed of the Heart Demon.

“Perfect.”

The moment the Seed of the Heart Demon was formed, Zhou Sui’s body shook; he instantly realized that he had successfully cultivated the first level of the Summoning Demon Heart Scripture and started condensing the Demon Seed.

This was the first step, and also the most crucial one.

If he could not even successfully condense the Demon Seed, it would be entirely impossible to proceed to the second step.

He sensed that he and this Demon Seed were as one, indeed a part of his soul, as natural as moving his arm.

Vaguely, this Demon Seed seemed to contain a hint of demonic nature, drawing one into it involuntarily.

It was as if his soul was entirely devoured by this Demon Seed, falling into a whirlpool.

Presumably, this ultimate cultivation technique from the Yama Sect indeed has a different level of evilness.

“I can now manifest five Demon Seeds.”

Zhou Sui touched his chin.

Now he also knew that the Demon Seed could not be condensed indefinitely; it was closely related to the soul power of the cultivator.

The more robust the soul power, the stronger the power of the Heart Demon – only then could more Demon Seeds be condensed.

But even so, this was more than enough.

After all, quality was far more vital than quantity.

“Hmm?!”

“Has the cultivator from Ghost Demon Sect finally appeared?!”

Suddenly, Zhou Sui felt a movement in his heart, as if he had noticed something.

One of his clones was hiding in a large tree, and then he saw three cultivators quietly arriving in the distance.

One had a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, with an ugly face.

One was one-eyed, with only one eye left.

And one was bald, with no hair left on his head.

Though their appearances were peculiar and unlike ordinary people, their auras were exceptionally powerful, unmistakably those of early-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

“Wait, isn’t that guy one of the Foundation Establishment Realm Demon Cultivators who attacked Misty Cloud City?”

Suddenly, Zhou Sui squinted his eyes, finding the thin and monkey-like Foundation-building Cultivator very familiar, as if they’d met before.

After a careful reflection, he was indeed one of the Foundation-building Cultivators who had besieged Misty Cloud City.

It was unexpected to encounter him here of all places.

Back then, he had been terrified of this Foundation-building Demon Cultivator, living in fear of being discovered by him.

But now, they had met again right here.

However, he was no longer the ordinary Qi Cultivation Stage Cultivator from before, his Qi Cultivation had reached the ninth realm, and his physical condition could be compared to that of a Body Cultivation at Foundation Establishment stage.

In terms of combat power, he differed little from an early-stage Foundation­building Cultivator.

“This is an opportunity for revenge.”

With a gleam in his eye, Zhou Sui was engulfed in a seeming, faint murderous intent.

He wouldn’t forget the ruthlessness of the Ghost Demon Sect’s Cultivators.

If it weren’t for those demons besieging Misty Cloud City, it would still be a peaceful refuge for Loose Cultivators.

Peace had graced Misty Cloud City for centuries, but it was destroyed overnight because of the arrival of these Demon Cultivators.

If he didn’t have the power to seek revenge, then so be it. He didn’t intend to court death.

Now, however, he had the ability to seek revenge and that made all the difference.

Whether to protect Leng Yuexi’s safety or for revenge, these three Ghost Demon Sect Foundation-building Cultivators needed to die.

With that in mind, he waited quietly, focusing his attention and looking for the right moment to strike.

At this moment, these three Ghost Demon Sect Foundation-building Cultivators were gathered together. Unaware that they were being watched from the shadows, they still believed that the surroundings were devoid of people.

The thin and monkey-faced Cultivator was called Peng Hai, the bald Cultivator was called Miao Song, and the one-eyed Cultivator was called Ge Xuan.

All of them were senior elders of the Ghost Demon Sect and were of high status and power.

“Damn, where exactly is Leng Yuexi? As the Master of the Sect said, did she really hide in the Cloud Fog Mountain Range?”

Peng Hai cursed peevishly.

“According to the Sect’s intelligence, formore than half a year, Leng Yuexi had not returned to the Immortal Mist Sect.”

“But her tracks could not be found in Misty Cloud City either.”

“Even the paths leading back to the Immortal Mist Sect were devoid of her presence.”

“Thus, the only possibility is that Leng Yuexi has been hiding deep within the Cloud Fog Mountain Range.”

“That’s why she managed to avoid our Ghost Demon Sect’s pursuit.”

The bald Cultivator, Miao Song, had a cold gleam in his eyes as he calmly analyzed.

“Hehe, this female Cultivator was long ago poisoned by our Sect’s potent Blue Demon poison, she’s practically half dead.”

“Even if we leave her untouched, she will still die in the Cloud Fog Mountain Range.”

“Now is a critical time in our war against the three major Sects, and yet the Master of the Sect dispatches us, three Foundation-building Cultivators. It’s clear he looks down on us and doesn’t want us to gain merits.”

Ge Xuan, the one-eyed Cultivator, was grumbling. He was very dissatisfied with this arrangement of the Sect.

He felt that staying away from the battlefield equated to depriving him of his chances to gain merits.

“Isn’t that the case? The Cloud Fog Mountain Range is vast. If that woman hid in any random place, it would be like looking for a needle in the ocean. How could we possibly find her with our abilities?”

“This is just a waste of time.”

Peng Hai gritted his teeth with resentment.

To him, finding a Cultivator in the boundless Cloud Fog Mountain Range was no different from looking for a needle in the ocean. It was impossible, truly a waste of time.

“We can’t exactly say that. If we can really find the Young Sect Master of the Immortal Mist Sect—Leng Yuexi, capturing her would certainly be a huge bargaining chip for our Ghost Demon Sect. By then, the Sect Master of the Immortal Mist Sect would have to concede defeat.”

The bald Cultivator, Miao Song, spoke in a deep voice.

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