Chapter 134 - Poisoning Subscribe Please

The Golden Core Elder suddenly felt that he couldn’t control the Magical Treasure, and despite pumping fierce spiritual energy into the Hell Palace Magical Treasure, the shaking altar of thunderous lightning inside still came crashing down.

He also suffered some internal injuries, took a Spirit Supplement Pill and sat down to meditate and repair the damage, feeling that the Hell Palace was becoming more and more uncontrollable.

Then he heard Huang Chen’s call.

“Huang Chen, how are you doing inside?”

“Master, I’m fine.

I’m trying to control that Magical Treasure, but I just missed controlling those Demonic Beasts by a bit, and I didn’t expect a dragon to intervene.”

“Damn, another dragon.

Have you seen any living humans?”

“No, the dragon only let out a dragon chant and did not appear in the space.

Disciple suspects that the dragon and that Human Cultivator, like disciple, have a Space Magical Treasure to hide in.

Whatever happens in the Hell Palace doesn’t affect them, but they also don’t want to be controlled and are trying to oppose me.”

After listening to his disciple’s words, the puzzles that the Golden Core Elder had not solved before were now clear—why could they come and go freely?

It turned out they also had Magical Treasures to hide.

But why could their treasures enter the space of the Hell Palace?

He picked up the Magical Treasure and kept examining it, also using spiritual energy to refine artifacts for repairs.

In the past few days, the Magical Treasure’s constant tremblings and the thunderous lightning had worn it down a bit, and even though he repaired the Magical Treasure, he could not find any flaws in it.

The Golden Core Elder was not the refiner of this treasure; it was a high-level Spiritual Treasure, and he did not have the ability to enhance its defensive power.

“Damn…

am I really going to make wedding dresses for others?

Hmph…”

The Golden Core Elder had imperial ambitions, and he could hardly accept the shattering of his lofty dreams.

At this moment, the only possibility was to collect more souls.

So he could only create more natural disasters again, causing some ordinary people to die without knowing why; that was the way he could collect more puppets.

The Golden Core Elder was somewhat puzzled.

The souls of the ordinary people collected from the natural disasters he had created before, why did the Ghost Cultivators say they had disappeared, that they couldn’t cultivate using the souls of ordinary people, nor could they use those souls to attack Demonic Beasts.

The Golden Core Elder decided to come out of seclusion, bringing his cave’s Magical Treasures and stowing the Hell Palace in his Storage Bag.

As he opened the door of his cave,

“Master”

The disciples waiting outside the courtyard stopped their training when they saw their master.

“Watch the house.

I have some matters to attend to outside.

If anyone comes looking for me, just tell them to leave their name and address, and I will naturally send a message.”

“Yes…”

After giving instructions, the Golden Core Elder, observed by his disciples, left the Mount Tai Sect and summoned his Flying Treasure, Ruyi Buddha Dust, to fly high in the sky, heading directly to a more desolate mountain area.

The Golden Core Elder arrived at a rather desolate mountaintop, and from there, he could see what seemed to be a stockade halfway up the mountain.

An idea struck him; surely this was where ordinary people secluded themselves high in the mountains.

He lay in ambush atop the mountain, picking the source of water high up the mountain to poison as his usual method of causing a natural disaster.

As he always did, he dropped a poison pack into a mountain’s flowing water source.

High up the mountain where the water flowed down a thousand feet, there was a large deep pool with water so cold it reached the bone, and so deep the bottom couldn’t be seen.

Right now, many fish were swimming freely in the pool, and several young men were practicing Body Refinement in the water.

The highest in Cultivation among them was an Earl, while the other young men were all Viscounts.

Their ancestors had come to this place to live in reclusion a thousand years ago, and they were forbidden by their ancestors’ decree to stir up trouble outside unless absolutely necessary.

Having lived here for over a thousand years, they had long grown accustomed to the seclusion of the high mountains.

They spoke the language of the Barbarian Country, but now they all could speak the language of the Ancient Xia Country, and they looked like ordinary people.

What they practiced was not the spells of Human Cultivators in the Cultivation World but the magic unique to their Barbarian Country.

This was also why, using magic to make themselves appear as ordinary people of the Ancient Xia Country, they had deceived many high-level cultivators who passed by.

For over a thousand years, they had lived peacefully and without contention with the world, but from this generation onward, the young people began to harbor ambitious desires for adventure.

However, restricted by their family’s rules that they could not go outside, the young people united, preparing to strengthen their bodies and sneak out to venture forth.

“Earl, with our level of cultivation, we should be able to make a name for ourselves out there, right?” said a Viscount confidently.

“Yeah, yeah, Earl, you’re the Clan Leader’s son and you cultivate faster than us.

You must have inherited more, so we’ll rely on you for this adventure outside.”

Another Viscount spoke up.

The other Viscounts nodded in agreement, their faces filled with ambition and longing for the outside world.

“Not necessarily…

My cultivation is higher than yours, but don’t be too overconfident.

I’ve heard that outside, the highest level among people our age is already at the Nascent Soul Stage.”

“Really?

How can someone be that powerful?” The Viscounts couldn’t believe the Earl’s words and were even more eager to go out and see for themselves.

“This is not a legend.

Even Demonic Beasts have taken on forms.

If we go out rashly, it’s very likely that just one careless move could get us into trouble.”

“What’s there to be afraid of?

We’ll sneak out quietly.

We look like ordinary people anyway, who would bother harming ordinary folks?”

The Viscount’s words were once again an enticement.

“Look quickly, why are there fish rising to the surface of the pool?”

One of the Viscounts noticed something amiss.

“This is bad, the water here is poisoned…” The Earl was the first to leap out of the water and onto the shore, quickly dressing himself.

The other Viscounts followed suit, leaping out of the water onto the shore and putting on their clothes.

Their power was somewhat weaker, and they found that they had also been poisoned.

A group of young people sat on the shore, meditating to expel the poison.

They had antibodies in their bodies and used magic to force the toxic gases out of their systems.

The Earl opened his eyes and looked worriedly up towards the source of the waterfall, the high mountains they had lived on for so many years.

There had never been such an incident before; it seemed someone had done this on purpose.

The first thing the Earl thought to do was to search the pool for any abnormal items.

He took a magic wand out of his Storage Bag and placed it in the water.

The magic wand emitted colored light, and the fish that had floated to the surface, now poisonous, were collected by the wand.

The magic wand also took away a package, its colored light clearing the water source of toxins.

The Earl withdrew the magic wand, a treasure passed down from his ancestors, one that was handed down to the Clan Leader each generation.

The Earl put the magic wand back into his Storage Bag, and a worrying thought crossed his mind.

“This is bad, we need to hurry back to the tribe.”

No sooner had the Earl’s words fallen than his body was swiftly flying back to the stockade deep in the mountains.

The Viscounts followed, also realizing that the water source of the waterfall was where they kept their pets.

In the tribe, there were some with lower levels of cultivation who couldn’t use magic to wash their clothes; they all did their laundry beneath this flow of water.