Chapter 136 - Elder Enters the Hell Palace to Observe Subscription Requested
Chapter 136 of "Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming" kicks off revealing secrets: “Oh…” The Golden Core Elder was on a tall tree, feeling smug about his successful... Keep reading!
“Oh…” The Golden Core Elder was on a tall tree, feeling smug about his successful ambush as many people lay in pools of blood below him, with only a few still alive.
But what was the deal with the other party’s colorful stick?
He had created a Spiritual Aura Defense Wall in front of himself, and the colorful light reflected the light from his flying sword back against the wall, breaking the defense and striking him instead.
The Golden Core Elder then brought out the Golden Bell, which emitted “Ding-dong, ding-dong,” sounds.
From inside the bell, some ghostly spirits sprang forth, pouncing towards the crowd.
Members of the Blood Clan, low in cultivation but instinctively possessing magic defense, rose from the blood pools.
Their jaws gaping wide, they had transformed into monstrous creatures, and they had grown in size—where was their appearance as ordinary people now?
The gaping maw of the monster, with claws and mouths, tore and bit at the spirits.
“Guālā guālā!”
The monster let out a strange cry, and even the erstwhile handsome and suave Earls, Viscounts, and Dukes had all transformed into fierce beasts.
“Oh my, oh my god.”
The Golden Core Elder had never thought that he would be scared by monsters, a truly spine-chilling experience.
It was always he who instilled terror, never expecting that one day he’d be frightened by these mysterious beasts.
The Earl holding a Magic Staff leap forward; at this moment, he realized it was just one enemy who had caused so many of his kin to be injured.
The young people were angry, and everyone in the group was furious.
They had been in this country for over a thousand years.
The younger generation, which had arrived earlier, had never caused trouble or harmed anyone.
They lived self-sufficiently in their stockade, enjoying their leisurely lives, never expecting their peaceful existence to be shattered this day.
By a stranger from the outside world, no less, who had come here with the intent to annihilate them.
Everyone has a temper, and even more so for the Blood Clan, who are spirited by nature.
The Earl, wielding the Magic Staff, charged at the Golden Core Elder from close range.
Caught in the colorful radiance, the Golden Core Elder was unable to resist but was not willing to be captured and killed easily.
In a moment of quick thinking, he slipped into a Magical Treasure and maneuvered it from the inside, fleeing the terrifying place.
The Magical Treasure the Golden Core Elder entered was not an ordinary one; it was a Space Magical Treasure known as Hell Palace, which the controller could enter and exit at will.
After controlling the Magical Treasure to leave the terrible place, he thought to take his time and hide inside it, planning to lay in ambush and see exactly what was happening inside the Magical Treasure.
Why were there Dragons?
Why were there living people?
The Earl, holding the Magic Staff, was about to kill this intruder when he realized the person had disappeared.
He had seen the intruder clearly: dressed in Daoist robes, with a long face, triangular eyes, a hooked nose, thin lips, and a goatee, appearing to be middle-aged.
He was unclear about how cultivation levels were classified in the outside Cultivation World.
All he knew was that he couldn’t see the man’s cultivation level but was aware that the man could easily kill with a flying sword.
If not for his Magic Staff, perhaps only his grandfather could have withstood this person.
After repelling the enemy, the sudden disappearance of the opponent left the Blood Clan people in a state of frightened vigilance while the injured clan members focused on recovering.
The Viscounts’ young ones had always harbored the desire to venture out, and now that they had witnessed an external enemy’s intrusion, they were unwilling to be controlled in this manner and suggested going out on an adventure.
In the past, the Elders would discourage such actions based on ancestral teachings and warn the younger members about the dangers of the outside world.
Living here in such peaceful and undisturbed days was very good, but after tonight’s assassination attempt by an external enemy, still ignorant of the attacker’s origins or reasons for coming here.
Was it a matter of having been watched for a long time, or was this a long-premeditated conspiracy?
After hearing the young ones’ suggestion, the Marquis remained silent for a good while but did not reject their proposal, only requiring that the Earl take the Magic Wand along.
“Father, leave the Magic Wand with you, as long as you have the Magic Wand, that enemy will not be able to kill
you, and we can rest easy while we are out,” the Earl looked at the injured clan members, realizing that they were further weakened without the fighting power of so many people.
“Earl, if you and the rest of the young generation can survive, our Blood Clan still has hope.
Without your generation of elites, there would be no hope.
As long as you are safe outside, and find out who exactly came here to annihilate us, whether it’s a Cultivation World organization or just a Loose Cultivator.”
“Father, what difference does it make?”
“Of course, there’s a difference.
If this is a conspiracy organized by people from the Cultivation World, we are dealing with the entire righteous faction of the Cultivation World, something we didn’t plan for and cannot oppose.
However, if it’s a personal vendetta or someone murdering indiscriminately, then we can capture and retaliate against them freely, as well as remove a menace for the people.
Judging by that person’s behavior, he seems to be a great evildoer, and those Ghost Cultivators he controls are nothing more than Puppets.
I suspect they wanted to annihilate us to turn our people into ghosts and make them into Puppets as well.”
“Detestable!
I will definitely find him and kill him.”
“I think this person must have an Invisibility spell, and might not have gone far.
While we have to be vigilant here, you must also be cautious in hiding.”
“Understood, Father.
We will hide outside for a while first to see if this person appears again.
Then we can annihilate him in one fell swoop.”
“It might not be that easy, as long as we can preserve our Stockade.
It seems, henceforth we cannot operate like we did tonight.
We also need to dig tunnels, avoid aboveground activities, and not drink the water flowing down from the mountain.”
“Father, let’s take people to scout around first, then decide on going out to see if there are any other enemies.”
“Good, the future rests with you young elites.”
Upon hearing his father’s words, the Earl, along with the Viscounts, took provisions and hid around the Stockade, lying in ambush around it.
Ever since the Golden Core Elder acquired the Hell Palace, he had never passed by this place.
His Cultivation level was not as high as that of a Demon Beast in the Transformation Stage, so he only controlled some higher Cultivation Ghost Cultivators to do evil deeds.
Now, entering the Hell Palace, he hid inside a Space Magical Treasure, the Invisible Gourd.
The Invisible Gourd was transparent.
Controlled by the Golden Core Elder, the Magical Treasure hovered inside the Hell Palace, unnoticed by other Demonic Beasts and Ghost Cultivators during the day and night.
The biggest reason was its ability to command the Hell Palace, allowing dense fog to envelope it day and night, thus concealing the Invisible Gourd.
The Golden Core Elder used the span of a day and a night to observe the Hell Palace, only to find Huang Chen did not cause any trouble during the day.
The Demon Beast Transformation Period Lion King and White Tiger King, along with other Demonic Beasts, played on the grass by the river and swam in the water.