Chapter 113 - Don't Be a Fool Please Subscribe

“The Elder is in seclusion, why can’t you enter through the main gate?

Are you an imposter?”

“This is our family’s token, look carefully.

Previously, the Family Head had visited this place and had an agreement with the Golden Core Elder.

Today’s meeting is, of course, for the sake of secrecy.

Now go and announce my arrival, will you?”

The Servant Disciples stopped their attack.

They looked at each other before saying:

“The Elder is in seclusion, we cannot enter his room.

You need the Elder’s permission to enter, otherwise…”

“Send a Sound Transmission Talisman then.

You don’t need to do it; I’ll send one myself.”

Family Head Huang sent a Sound Transmission Talisman, and soon a talisman flew out from the inside.

“Mount Tai Sect’s Golden Core Elder, Family Head Huang is here to visit, currently outside your courtyard seeking an audience.”

“Family Head Huang, please enter my room…”

The voice that came out was of course the Golden Core Elder’s.

Hearing the Elder’s message, the Servant Disciples knew that they indeed had an appointment.

Family Head Huang cast a Purification Magic on himself, as he had gotten dirty from digging underground.

Family Head Huang entered the Golden Core Elder’s cave dwelling.

Previously, he had set up an Array which no one else could enter without him opening it.

“Hehe, Golden Core Elder, how are you?”

“You’ve arrived?”

“I wonder, how is the Golden Core Elder’s progress with the ritual?

Can my grandson, Huang Chen, enter the Hell Palace now?”

“It’s possible, but it will require a lot of Spirit Stones to operate in the future.

Look around the place where the ritual is being performed; it’s all Spirit Stone Arrays…”

The Golden Core Elder used this opportunity to demand more Spirit Stones from Family Head Huang.

Family Head Huang was no fool.

Such demands were endless.

If he agreed too easily, he would end up continuously making offerings, and even their first-rate family wouldn’t be able to satisfy a greedy person.

“Elder, I understand what you’re saying.

You need to use the Spirit Stone Array while performing the ritual, but not at other times, right?

Besides, the disciples and family of the Golden Core Elder surely don’t just include us.

That day, I saw you had six disciples.

Our family can offer one-sixth.

What do you think, Elder?”

“They…

their families are poor and can hardly afford Spirit Stones.”

“But I can’t be the one always taken advantage of, can I?

If it’s for my grandson, of course, I will supply what he needs.

But if others also require my support, that’s out of line.

Golden Core Elder, you should also make some contributions for your disciples!”

Family Head Huang realized that the Golden Core Elder had set a trap for him, targeting the fat sheep for the slaughter.

“One-sixth is a bit meager.

Give another twenty percent more.

To have your grandson enter the Hell Palace is no ordinary feat; I can get him to control the entire space and also help him rapidly increase his cultivation.”

Family Head Huang fell silent for a moment, then looked at the Golden Core Elder, trying to determine the truth from his eyes and demeanor.

He felt that the Golden Core Elder’s words might be true.

As the head of the family, he also hoped his offspring would stand out and be capable of creating more glory.

“Agreed, but first let me see my grandson.

I have a Magnetic Trinket Soul Conqueror to protect him.”

“Your grandson cannot leave the Soul Summoning Bell for now, but I will help you deliver the trinket to him.”

“Fine…”

Family Head Huang took a Magnet Magic Treasure Soul Conqueror out of his Storage Bag and sent it to the side of the Soul Summoning Bell.

The Golden Core Elder initially didn’t pay much attention.

A surge of Spiritual Power was sent, delivering the Magnet Magic Treasure Soul Conqueror into the Soul Summoning Bell.

Huang Chen received Family Head Huang’s instructions on how to use the treasure, and he went inside.

Suddenly, he could feel the benefits of the treasure.

With this Magical Treasure, he was no longer as defenseless as his fellow disciples within the bell; he could protect his soul, fend off attacks, and cultivate rapidly.

Before, he had only half believed what his master had said about the Hell Palace.

If one could truly control that treasure, why would his master have worked so hard?

Inside, there surely were powerful entities.

With this treasure as a guard, he could hide away in times of danger.

One can attack the enemy from the shadows, releasing a sneak attack when the enemy is exposed, yet we are concealed.

“Hahaha,” Huang Chen’s soul couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter within the Magical Treasure.

The Golden Core Elder sensed that Huang Chen had suddenly become stronger.

No wonder he was so happy.

Only then did he begin to pay attention to one of the artifacts inside the Soul Summoning Bell.

“This, this is…

Is this a magnet?”

The Golden Core Elder asked Family Head Huang.

“Hmm…” Family Head Huang looked a bit wary when he saw the Golden Core Elder.

Could it be that the Golden Core Elder was getting greedy?

Seeing that look in his eyes, as if he wanted to claim it for himself, Family Head Huang took a few steps back.

Others at the Golden Core stage could easily kill him with a single slap, and there would be nothing he could do if someone decided to murder him for his treasure.

There was definitely murderous intent in the eyes of the Golden Core Elder, though he barely managed to restrain himself from killing Family Head Huang.

If it weren’t for the future supply of Spirit Stones, he would have killed Family Head Huang with a single palm strike.

However, it wasn’t yet time to enact his grand plans, and Family Head Huang, this crucial pawn, could not die just yet.

Suppressing his urge and retracting his murderous gaze, the Golden Core Elder thought that with Huang Chen possessing the Magical Treasure and his low cultivation, he would eventually fall under his control.

Wouldn’t it be easy to seize the treasure then?

On second thought, with Huang Chen possessing the treasure in the Hell Palace, he would have the ability to counter his enemies.

Having an ally would also mean less hardship for himself.

However, he did not want his painstaking effort put into the Hell Palace, only to have it controlled by someone else.

“Family Head Huang need not worry; we will need to cooperate in the future.

Tonight, we can send Huang Chen and his Servant Disciple into the Hell Palace.

I will now teach my disciple the method to control the Hell Palace,” said the Golden Core Elder.

“Good, I leave everything in the hands of the Elder,” replied Family Head Huang.

The Golden Core Elder began to transmit the control methods of the Hell Palace to Huang Chen using a Sound Transmission Talisman, but he held back certain secrets—the methods to control the Ghost Cultivators were not fully bestowed upon Huang Chen.

That was a secret carefully guarded by every master.

After the Golden Core Elder finished imparting the Cultivation Technique, he lit incense, placed some Spirit Stones in the Array, and started the magic ceremony.

“Marilee Marilee Hong, Marilee Marilee Hong”

While performing the ritual, the Golden Core Elder jumped like a madman, holding a bell in his hand and continuously shaking it.

Family Head Huang did not understand what the Golden Core Elder was chanting.

He knew it to be an incantation used by Taoists during ceremonies.

As an outsider, he couldn’t comprehend it.

He stood to the side, closely monitoring the situation, to see whether Huang Chen’s soul would indeed enter the Magical Treasure that was the Hell Palace.

After Huang Chen entered the treasure, would he still be able to contact him?

Family Head Huang continued to worry that the Golden Core Elder was deceiving him, sending Huang Chen to an unknown place while claiming it was the Hell Palace.

In the future, he would be constantly asked for Spirit Stones, and while he was willing to be generous, he refused to be a fool taken for a ride, endlessly being exploited.

After the Golden Core Elder performed the ritual for an hour, the site was shrouded in a lot of smoke, like steam, which resembled the dwelling place of Immortals.