Matrix Survival: One random treasure chest per day

Chapter 772 Resentment
"You have this stuff where you live too?" Li Zheng looked at the red crystal coins. This kind of thing, which comes from the bodies of twisted creatures, could be found in other places as well?

"Of course there are, and they are extremely precious!" Yan Bujin counted them and exclaimed in surprise, "There are as many as twelve!"

Li Zheng exchanged a glance with Miriel and asked him, "Tell me, what use is this thing where you live?"

“This thing is called Youpo, and it comes from…” Yan Bujin said cautiously, “human obsession. Generally speaking, cultivators dare not use this thing on themselves easily; they use it to draw various talismans.”

"Obsession? What does that mean?" Li Zheng looked at the red crystal coins. Twisted magic crystals were all dug out from the bodies of twisted creatures. How could they be related to a person's obsession?

"It is the strongest thought a person has before death." Yan Bujin continued to explain, "Thoughts are divided into two types: the evil side is what forms the ghost soul, and the benevolent side is the spirit soul. Relatively speaking, the spirit soul is much less common than the ghost soul, and its function is much greater."

"And the depth of one's obsession affects the quality of the spirit after it is formed."

“In my hometown, there was a calamity. Many unorthodox sects slaughtered mortals in order to obtain ghost souls, which angered the heavens and the people.”

"Later, the righteous sects joined forces to suppress those unorthodox sects. From then on, whenever they discovered cultivators using demonic methods to harm mortals, they would rise up and attack them, eliminating them as quickly as possible!"

"Gradually, ghost souls and spirit souls became increasingly rare, mostly produced from the bodies of death row inmates executed in mortal execution grounds."

……

"I understand." Li Zheng nodded thoughtfully.

The twisted creatures in the Sinful Realm could not have been created out of thin air. They could only have been foreign races in history who could not resist the erosion of emotional storms and were gradually transformed into their current form after being infected by the emotional storms.

Twisted magic crystals either formed the instant when those alien races were completely corrupted, or their quality gradually improved.

Li Zheng tends to believe that both have an impact.

Being consumed by an emotional storm is equivalent to being dead. At the moment of death, a ghost is born, and at this moment, the ghost may be good or bad.

However, as time goes by, the transformed twisted creatures will advance for some reason, and the quality of the ghostly souls within them will also improve.

"My lord," Yan Bujin suddenly realized something and asked with a solemn expression, "What you just said about these Nether Souls being currency means their quantity must be astonishing. May I ask where these Nether Souls come from? If the production is so excessive, I fear there might be a demonic abyss in the world..."

He glanced at Miriel cautiously, afraid she might misunderstand, and explained, "This demon is not that demon, Madam, please don't misunderstand."

Suddenly, as if noticing for the first time, Yan Bujin's gaze fell on Li Zheng's cascading black hair behind him. He was shocked and slid off the stool with a whoosh, falling to the ground.

His fingers trembled as he pointed at Li Zheng, his lips hesitating for a long time before finally uttering two words: "Resentment...!"

"You just noticed?" Li Zheng said with a half-smile, "I thought you cultivators wouldn't recognize this thing."

Unable to speak, he crawled back a few steps, trembling with fear: "My lord... why is my lord so consumed by such intense resentment? This... this is at least the number of tens of thousands of people he killed with his own hands! And it happened right in front of them, with their faces being watched as he personally extinguished their lives!"

"Heh." Li Zheng chuckled, unconcerned. "Everyone has enemies, right? It's just that I have a little more than that."

"Gulu~"

Yan Bujin felt a sticky sensation in his throat and swallowed hard. "So many enemies, my lord... my lord is indeed a great demon!"

He was terrified and filled with lingering fear.

Those who can become the Lord's enemies must be quite powerful, right?
Thinking of Li Zheng's enormous and terrifying "primordial spirit," one would have to be at least half the size of his primordial spirit to be his enemy.
Such a wicked person, and I actually survived his clutches and even worked for him...

If this gets out, won't fellow cultivators consider me a member of the demonic path and attack me en masse?
"Are you scared?" Li Zheng laughed, looking at Yan Bujin's embarrassed state. "Perfect. Since you know this thing, tell me how to get rid of it. Ever since I've been haunted by this thing, I sometimes hear whispers in my ear, which is very annoying." "It's extremely difficult to eradicate this thing," Yan Bujin pondered. "I've only heard that only the most yang, most powerful, and most sacred things in the world can completely eliminate resentment, the most famous of which is the Samadhi True Fire. But I've only heard of the Samadhi True Fire in legends and have never seen it with my own eyes, so I don't know if it's true. Therefore... I have no way to eradicate it either."

"Furthermore, I must also warn you, my lord, that you must not continue to commit indiscriminate killing. Otherwise, your resentment will deepen, and even if you possess extraordinary power, you will not escape the day when you go mad."

I never imagined that this resentful black hair would be so dangerous.

Li Zheng thought to himself, "Those little devils left me with a lot of trouble even in death..."

"An object of ultimate yang, ultimate strength, and ultimate holiness." Li Zheng murmured, his questions lingering: "Tell me, wouldn't the tribulation lightning of that day count?"

"The tribulation lightning clears away the calamities and can purify all filth, so it naturally counts." Yan Bujin thought for a moment and said, "But my lord must not have the thought of undergoing the tribulation. With your current karma of killing, if you do not have a perfect body and boundless magical power, undergoing the tribulation is no different from seeking death."

Although unorthodox methods can increase strength extremely quickly, it takes more than five hundred years of cultivation. There are many great demons that have been heard of, but none of them have been able to overcome the heavenly tribulation and ascend to immortality.

Let alone the Ascension Tribulation, many demonic cultivators burdened with karmic debts cannot even overcome the Golden Core Tribulation and the Nascent Soul Tribulation. They die under the tribulation clouds and are struck into ashes by tribulation lightning.

The most tragic thing is that the karmic entanglements not only affect the physical body, but also the primordial spirit.

Therefore, if the tribulation fails, even the demonic cultivator's method of disintegration cannot save the nascent soul.

Even after the nascent soul leaves the body, it will still be subject to heavenly tribulation and be struck down by heavenly tribulation.

"So, even if you figure out the technique, I still can't cultivate it?" Li Zheng stroked his chin.

Cultivation may lead to tribulation, and tribulation means being struck by lightning. If you can't withstand it, you may be struck by lightning and turned to ashes.
What's the point of playing then?

Time to wash up and go to bed!

"Not necessarily," Yan Bujin said. "I am not very familiar with paths other than Qi Refining. Perhaps there is no Heavenly Tribulation in this place."

Until the moment of heavenly tribulation arrives, Yan Bujin is unsure whether he will face the same trials as the Qi Refining cultivators.

After all, the worlds are different, the rules are different, and the methods of cultivation are different.

Therefore, anything is possible in the future.

"Well, we'll talk about the future later." Li Zheng turned around and said, "Let's stop here for today. I'll come to check on your progress every now and then. Keep up the good work."

After saying that, he took Miriel's hand and left the place, going home.

Yan Bujin breathed a sigh of relief after Li Zheng left, still feeling lingering fear. "This place has no spiritual energy, and the suppression on me was too severe. I have the Nascent Soul realm, but I am not even as good as a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

The resentment in Li Zheng's black hair was never hidden, yet it took him so long to notice, which only shows how much the rules here affected him.

If it were in their own world, let alone face to face, even if they were dozens of miles apart, he could sense the evil aura emanating from the resentment.

His gaze fell on the twelve red crystal coins, and he frowned again: "So many ghostly spirits, there must be an extremely terrifying demonic cave nearby..."

Suddenly, Yan Bujin felt even more worried about the future.

(End of this chapter)