Chapter 303 - 127: Slashing the Demonic Villagers! Exchange for the Blood Sea Celestial Demon Scripture

They bully the weak and fear the strong. They cower before evil, yet prey upon the good.

People like this were never in short supply, no matter the world or the dynasty.

As for these villagers before him, just how many people had they sacrificed over the years to obtain the so-called food from the Mountain God?

No one knew.

But judging by the aura of sin wafting from some of the villagers, the number was certainly not small.

Su Bai watched with cold eyes, his Divine Thoughts blanketing the area as he perceived the psychological shifts among the villagers.

The cultivation of the mind was a tempering in the mortal world, a part of cultivation itself.

At this moment, hearing Su Bai’s words, the villagers’ faces lit up with joy.

’Alright?’

’Did he agree?’

All the weeping came to an abrupt halt.

The villagers were overjoyed.

But when they looked up, a chill ran through their hearts.

They saw Su Bai’s hand slowly pull at the empty air. A formless stream of qi had already solidified into a golden Qi Sword, which he now held in his palm.

This was a simple case of turning qi into a sword.

"Since none of you want to live, dying would be a clean slate."

Su Bai’s fingers brushed across the edge of the Qi Sword. It erupted in a brilliant golden light, reflecting in his eyes and making them appear even colder.

He was no Saint, nor was he a soft-hearted person.

Or rather, he had killed more people than most had ever seen.

An invisible killing intent radiated from him. For a moment, the temperature in the mountains plummeted, the cold as unforgiving as a sudden blizzard.

Waves of bone-chilling cold filled the hearts of every villager.

"S-Sir..."

The old village chief’s face was filled with terror. Just as he was about to speak, a cold glint of light flashed past in an instant!

Blood sprayed out as he collapsed to the ground, his face a mask of unwillingness.

"Faith itself is not a crime, but sacrificing your own kind is a capital offense!"

As his faint words faded, an invisible golden lotus of Sword Intent bloomed atop the mountain. It shimmered with a unique brilliance under the rising sun.

Vaguely, the rustling sound of spraying blood seemed to spread through the air.

"Strange! Why is it so quiet..."

At the village entrance, Li Qing and the others, who were tied to a flatbed cart, suddenly felt a chill in their hearts for some unknown reason.

It just felt like everything around them had fallen silent.

"Those villagers... where did they go?"

One of the young men struggled violently, but the iron ropes binding him were too sturdy. He couldn’t break free at all.

"I don’t know."

Li Qing replied casually.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted. He saw what seemed to be a flash of golden sword light passing overhead.

"What was that?"

He jolted, then realized that the tough ropes binding him had been severed at some point.

He immediately flipped himself upright, and his companions did the same.

"Brother Li!"

Someone cried out, then quickly clamped a hand over their mouth.

The next moment, screams rose and fell from all around the village.

"It’s that sword light!"

Li Qing’s eyes widened.

He saw it inside the village: a beam of light, refracting a faint golden glow under the sun, crisscrossing back and forth, teleporting and weaving through the air.

In less than a breath’s time, it had swept through the entire village.

"A-A Flying Sword!"

"A golden Flying Sword!"

The few people present were all stunned.

They knew, of course, that there were Martial Arts Practitioners in the world.

But these Martial Arts Practitioners with profound Cultivation were often as mysterious and elusive as divine dragons, and they all gathered in prosperous places.

The few of them, all from poor, remote mountain villages, were seeing a Flying Sword up close for the very first time.

"Did... did these villagers anger that senior who vanquishes demons?"

Li Qing’s scalp tingled.

Suddenly, he saw a group of people run out of the village, crying out in despair, each one terrified.

And behind them, that golden sword light flickered in and out of view.

The group quickly dodged out of the way, and they got a clear look.

Most of the people in this group were youths and children. There were very few middle-aged people, and only a handful of elderly.

At this moment, they were all wailing, wishing they had been born with two more legs.

’Those damned old-timers... are they all dead?’

Li Qing noticed the discrepancy.

Among the crowd being driven out by the Flying Sword, none of the people who had plotted against them and tried to sacrifice them were present.

But now, the village of nearly two thousand people had less than a thousand remaining.

This single Flying Sword had killed half the people!

’But... can a sword have its own consciousness, able to distinguish good from evil?’

He was clearly stunned.

But he didn’t dare go out. He could only watch as that group of people was driven out of the mountain village by the Flying Sword.

They fled toward the outside of the mountains.

WHOOSH!

Atop the highest peak, a furious wind howled and roared.

Su Bai looked down upon the Cloud Sea, able to see the group of villagers being driven away by the Flying Sword.

This large village previously had over two thousand people, but in the very beginning, there were only a few dozen.

It was these few dozen people who discovered the secret of this place and were thus unwilling to leave, choosing to stay.

Over so many years, they had actually relied on capturing outsiders to grow into a large village of over two thousand.

Unfortunately, as the mountain’s evil reputation spread, fewer and fewer people dared to enter.

Among the more than two thousand people, who knew how many were products of inbreeding...

Ultimately, compared to the actual sacrifice of flesh and blood, Xie Nian True Master, who cultivated the Supreme Nine Destruction Body, cared more about morbid emotions and souls.

If that weren’t the case, he wouldn’t have imprisoned an entire city and done something so utterly deranged back then.

"Such a wondrous object..."

Just then, Su Bai tightened his grip on the small altar, his gaze profound.

After some experimentation, he had already figured out how to use this altar.

The next moment, with a turn of his Thoughts, the Yin Ghost Demon Fiends he held in his palm all shrieked tragically as they were swallowed by the altar.

"What... do you want?"

A moment later, a ripple completely devoid of emotion sounded in Su Bai’s ears.

It wasn’t a sound, but a strange fluctuation. It was a wave that changed according to a person’s emotions, not a language.

It was not limited to any species; any living being could understand it.

This was a fluctuation truly meant for communication.

"A Cultivation Technique."

Su Bai’s expression flickered. He spoke casually, intending to test it.

He was curious to see what kind of Cultivation Technique could be exchanged for the numerous Yin Ghost Demon Fiends that the Silver-White Dog Demon had spat out earlier.

"Offerings... sufficient. Exchange... possible."

Amidst the low murmur, the naturally formed ancient runes on the altar began to glow with a faint red light.

Su Bai’s Divine Thoughts spread out in all directions, watching this scene intently.

Vaguely, he could feel a subtle fluctuation emanating from the altar.

This fluctuation was extremely faint. Even with the strength of Su Bai’s Divine Thoughts, he could only barely perceive that insignificant wisp of a wave.

Clearly, he was still a long way from being able to uncover the mysteries of the altar’s operation.

After only a breath or two, the light on the altar had already dimmed.

Afterward, a thumb-sized red Jade Bead appeared on the altar.

This Jade Bead resembled a Buddha Bead, but it looked somewhat sinister. It was an exceptionally vivid red, as if it had been soaked in an endless pool of blood.

Su Bai pinched the bead. It was ice-cold to the touch and extremely chilling. A malevolent aura rushed directly into his body.

The next moment, he understood.

Super-grade Cultivation Method! The Blood Sea Celestial Demon Scripture!

A fragment!

Su Bai frowned slightly.

This was an Evil Technique, and the cultivation process was extremely cruel.

First, one had to use a Secret Technique to flay one’s own skin.

Then, one had to refine the entire blood-soaked body with this Cultivation Technique, ultimately transforming it into blood shadows. As long as the blood shadows were not destroyed, the Divine Spirit would be indestructible.

From there, one would break through their Cultivation Realm by Realm, cultivating to Dragon Mansion, Nine Tribulations, Returning Void...

As long as one’s Realm was high enough, when fighting an enemy, one only needed to send a single blood shadow pouncing with open arms to instantly devour the opponent’s entire Essence Blood and nourish oneself.

Moreover, these refined blood shadows feared neither lightning nor fire and water. Even Vast Righteous Qi could not restrain them.

As one’s Cultivation grew, the number of blood shadows would also increase.

Finally, when the countless blood shadows merged into one, it could be called the Celestial Demon Undying Body.

Once this method was cultivated to an extremely profound Realm.

These countless blood shadows...

...could combine to form an Undying Celestial Demon!

Scattered, they could also form a boundless Blood Sea!

However, this was just a fragment. It only contained the Dharma Gate up to the Nine Tribulations Realm; the Cultivation Method for what came after was completely missing.

"It takes a full portion, yet returns but a thread."

"No wonder that Xie Nian True Master, aside from the Super-grade Cultivation Method, the Supreme Nine Destruction Body, didn’t cultivate any other profound Cultivation Techniques."

Su Bai glanced thoughtfully at Xie Nian True Master, who was being incinerated by Karmic Fire within the Dharma Tripod Prison, and muttered to himself.

In his opinion, the exchange function of this altar was utterly useless.

A hundred-to-one exchange rate—how ruthless was that?

To get what you wanted, you had to sacrifice something a hundred times more valuable.

Such exchange terms were simply too outrageous.

"Who are you! Just who in the hell are you!?"

"What kind of person are you?!"

Just then, Su Bai heard Xie Nian True Master let out a tormented roar, his face twisted to the extreme.

For any powerhouse whose Cultivation had reached the Feathered Realm, they had achieved the Unity of a Perfect Divine Soul.

Even if only a final wisp of their remnant soul remained, they could absorb most of the energy between heaven and earth to gradually recover.

To kill a Feathered Realm expert, one had to obliterate their entire Divine Spirit.

Suddenly, Su Bai thought of this. His expression shifted, and a faint smile played on his lips.

"A Feathered Divine Spirit... is an endless supply of offerings..."

As soon as the words fell, he acted on his thought.

Amidst Xie Nian True Master’s despairing screams, he once again split the man’s remnant soul in half.

At that moment, Su Bai’s right hand closed around a ball of golden Divine Spirit radiance.

He muttered under his breath:

"Exchange."