Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 418: Chapter 51 I Cried to Death

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“What do you think of my two disciples?” Wei Dongliu asked indifferently.

“Master,” the Flying Asura said obsequiously, “both disciples are paragons among men…”

“Tell the truth!” Wei Dongliu said impatiently.

After a moment of silence, the Flying Asura said,

“Without mentioning cultivational talents, Guo Jin is absolutely loyal to you, while Wang Cong tends to be slicker, but I guess he doesn’t have the guts to harbor any ill intentions.”

As a Flying Asura, it was very sensitive to human breathing, heartbeat, and pulse, so it could guess Guo Jin and Wang Cong’s psychological activities from minor changes on the surface of their bodies.

However, whenever it tried to observe Wei Dongliu, it found that there seemed to be a layer of mist around him, seemingly with normal breathing, heartbeat, and pulse, yet they were stable to a degree almost impossible to be true values.

It must be an illusion technique.

Then comes the question: Why would Wei Dongliu shroud himself in an illusion technique? Because underneath the illusion technique, the true body belongs to Abi Devil Lord from the depths of Hell!

To this day, the Flying Asura no longer thought of those simplistic and laughable plans of rebellion, only planning to honestly stick around under Wei Dongliu, serving like an ox or horse, while occasionally wishing that this Abi Devil Lord would go to Hell sooner so it might have a chance to escape.

To be precise, it wasn’t a curse, but rather a wish for him to “visit home” more often.

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Wei Dongliu couldn’t be bothered to guess what the Flying Asura was thinking and simply walked towards the Sect Residence outside.

The Flying Asura diligently followed.

“What do you think, should I take another disciple?” Wei Dongliu asked casually.

The Flying Asura quickly began to ponder.

You’re already heading out of the Sect’s Residence, yet you’re asking me if you should take a disciple, isn’t it obvious that you’ve already made up your mind?

That’s not right, not right at all, he might be going out for something else, not necessarily to find a new apprentice!

Eventually, the Flying Asura respectfully said,

“I’m but a mere zombie, not daring to speak frivolously about Sect decisions.”

“Heh,” Wei Dongliu sneered and remained silent.

Leaving Shiping Mountain, he planned to fly to Mount Wutai Market with sword control to gather news, to see if anyone knew about the Orthodox Sect’s White Jade Capital grand competition.

After all, the news Wei the Demon Lord received usually came from people like Jiang the Witch.

Since they had not visited and there was no such thing as mobile phones for communication, Wei Dongliu could only go to gather information in person — of course, he had to take the Flying Asura with him, so as to prevent it from causing trouble in the Sect Residence.

But before they even left the inner parts of Shiping Mountain, suddenly two dark lights shot out from below.

The one trailing behind was the achingly beautiful and sorrowful-looking Jiang the Witch with tears at the corners of her eyes — if not her, who else could it be?

The one charging in front was a coldly beautiful woman… Although she had a decent appearance, she had triangular eyes, downturned eyebrows, prominent cheekbones, and thin cheeks, which in physiognomy is the classic “harsh” type.

“Is this the Wei Dongliu you spoke of?” the beautiful woman inquired coldly.

With tears at the corners of her eyes, Jiang Liyan lowered her head, not daring to look at Wei Dongliu, and tremblingly said,

“Indeed.”

“And who might you be…” Wei Dongliu asked emotionlessly.

“I am the Heavenly Demon Path’s Witch Cai E,” the beautiful woman declared with a sneer, “the mentor of Jiang Liyan and Ai Zhenzhi.”

“I’ve heard that my apprentice Ai Zhenzhi died at your hands. Today, I’ve come to settle this debt.”

No sooner had the words fallen than Jiang the Witch’s face turned deathly pale, and her figure began to wobble.

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But let’s talk about Jiang the Witch’s master, known as the Heavenly Demon Path’s Colorful Moth Fairy.

The Heavenly Demon Path is famous for summoning and commanding Heavenly Demons, and summoning a Heavenly Demon to the Lower Realm requires a sacrifice.

The more powerful the cultivator used as a sacrifice, the more formidable the Heavenly Demon summoned from the Lower Realm, which is much like the principle of playing cards.

The Heavenly Demon Path not only uses cultivators from enemy sects to summon demons but occasionally also uses its own disciples as sacrifices, it can be said that their sect’s practices are incredibly brutal.

Usually, the selection follows the “last place elimination” rule, meaning the disciple with the lowest cultivation level and the worst talent would be taken as the Heavenly Demon sacrifice, but there are exceptions…

For instance, this infamous Colorful Moth Fairy, when in a good mood, practiced “last place elimination,” but when in a bad mood, she would initiate a “random killing,” and she particularly chose disciples she was familiar with for the sacrifice—of course, only the disciples with strong abilities would be remembered by the master, so being her disciple meant one could neither stand out too much nor hide one’s abilities too much, or death would come swiftly.

A few days ago, Jiang Liyan was flying with sword control near Tongtian Lake when she suddenly saw her master approaching from afar, nearly scaring two of her three souls away.

The Colorful Moth Fairy, feeling bad due to her stalled progress in breaking through her realm, left the main Heavenly Demon Path headquarters at Mount Dapan early to fly towards the Biyun Palace at Mount Wutai.

The faces of several familiar disciples flashed through her mind.

Among the disciples in the Foundation Establishment Realm, the one with the highest cultivation level was the Senior Sister, Ai Zhenzhi.

You, as the Senior Sister, have failed to form a Golden Core for so long, what use do I have for you? Better that I use you as a sacrifice to summon the Demon Head!

So the Colorful Moth Fairy went to Tongtian Lake, just in time to encounter Jiang Liyan passing by with sword control, and she immediately grabbed her and asked:

“Where did your Senior Sister Ai go?”

Jiang the Witch knew her master was cruel by nature, the worse her mood, the more expressionless her face. Seeing her master’s face as still as water, how could she not guess that she wanted to use Ai Zhenzhi as a sacrifice?

But Ai Zhenzhi was already dead!

This absolutely could not be conveyed bluntly, because if the master knew this, unable to vent her frustration, she would very likely grab Little Jiang as a substitute, with a probability of nearly ninety-nine percent.

Therefore, driven by the desire to survive and having no way out, Jiang Liyan could only scream in horror:

“Senior Sister Ai was killed by someone!”

Under the terrifying gaze of her master, Jiang the Witch had no choice but to hastily disclose the truth: Senior Sister Ai found her disagreeable and got a few Daoist friends to ambush her, but she happened to be traveling with several other Daoist friends and counterattacked, killing Senior Sister Ai…

The Colorful Moth Fairy was cruel, but she was not a fool, she immediately realized that Jiang Liyan was using this as a pretext to have someone else killed, and she sneered:

“I don’t care who started it. Whoever killed my disciple, bring him here to replace the sacrifice!”

Jiang Liyan turned pale, wanting to make up a name out of thin air, but knowing she could not deceive her master.

Saying it was Wen Yang and the others, once the master went to seek vengeance and found out they were not capable enough to kill Ai Zhenzhi, in the end, the one who would suffer would still be her.

Therefore, there was only one answer left to give.

However, if she mentioned that name and her master went after him, no matter who won in the end, it meant that there would no longer be any possibility between her and that person…

“Who is it?” the Colorful Moth Fairy asked menacingly.

“Wei…” Jiang Liyan trembled, her sense of impending danger was screaming madly, almost stopping her heart.

“Speak up!” the Colorful Moth Fairy said impatiently, extending her claws to grip Jiang Liyan’s delicate white neck directly.

Jiang Liyan struggled like a chicken being strangled, futilely clawing at her master’s fingers, the terror of impending suffocation rapidly spreading up her spine, and finally shattered her composure.

“It’s Wei Dongliu! Daoist Wei Dongliu!” she cried in distress.

“Lead the way!” The Colorful Moth Fairy finally let go of her, speaking with a sinister tone, “If we can’t find him, you’ll be the sacrifice!”

Jiang Liyan sat helplessly on the ground, her arms fearfully wrapped around her body, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Tears slid down her cheeks, her usually shrewd and lively eyes now seemed to have lost all their sparkle.

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