Douluo: Emerald Poison King

Chapter 505 - I Need Your Help in My Cultivation!
The Silver Dream Ice Silkworm meant that it could act as a power bank, transferring its essence to Chen Ming to assist his cultivation. It could also act as a guide, leading Chen Ming into the Star Dou Great Forest to wipe out all the 100,000-year-old soul beasts and ferocious beasts within.

It's not about choosing one of two sticks, or grasping at some kind of blazing future.
Um.
After confirming Yin Meng's condition, Chen Ming pondered for a while how to maximize her value. Finally, under Yin Meng's expectant gaze, he nodded, letting her off the hook.

"Even if I let you go, I should still put some shackles on you. Otherwise, if you betray me, it won't be a small matter."

"Gu, what are you going to do?" Yin Meng, who was slumped on the ground, her face unusually flushed and her eyes slightly dazed, raised her head, her teeth chattering, as if she was afraid that she would have to pull out her soul and modify it.

"I will plant a seal in your spiritual sea and another seal in your dantian. As long as you don't do anything you shouldn't do, these two seals will be as good as non-existent. However, if you try to do something you shouldn't do, you won't be able to use any of your soul power. If you do something you shouldn't do, your brain will explode."

"So, am I a pretty democratic person?"

"Mmm, Master, you're the most democratic!" Although Yin Meng didn't know what democracy meant, seeing the dragon and tiger looking at her with pity, seemingly annoyed that she hadn't resisted so they could take the opportunity to devour her, Yin Meng quickly changed her tune and nodded.

"Okay, lie down."

Guided by Chen Ming, Yin Meng lay on the ground, daring not to resist. A seed of spiritual power pierced into the spiritual sea of ​​Yin Meng's Ice Silkworm, and then began to grow and spread, accompanied by a soul-tearing pain, deeply implanted into the depths of Yin Meng's spiritual sea.

Then, Chen Ming used the Dragon Ascension Sword to cut his finger and used his own blood and soul power to carve intricate patterns on the lower abdomen of the Silver Dream Ice Silkworm.

As the power of the dragon resonated with Yinmeng's dantian, special patterns permeated her skin and flesh, taking root in her lower abdomen. Combining with her dantian, they formed a pink imprint on her lower abdomen, representing the breath of life.

Because Yin Meng currently possesses a portion of the digested power of the Silver Dragon King, a faint silver light is subtly revealed within the pink patterns under the influence of her power. As the soul power within her dantian circulates, the patterns on her lower abdomen also light up, causing Yin Meng to feel a faint stinging and burning sensation.

It's like a leash around a dog's neck; normally, it's just a simple restriction, not causing the wearer much pain or suffocation. The stinging and burning sensation is more about making Yinmeng aware of her current identity.

However, if it gets out of control, it will immediately transform into shackles that can strip it of its power and even its consciousness. The silver markings etched on its lower abdomen will immediately seal off Yin Meng's soul power and cause it to feel pain that penetrates to the bone marrow.

With the seal confirmed, it was determined that Yin Meng had no ability to resist, and the spiritual power left in her body by the Silver Dragon King was also shattered by him and the Evil Emperor working together.

Chen Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief, silently took out the shrunken twin hammers from his sleeve, and then sent this pair of main artifacts, which were fully charged and ready to unleash a strike equivalent to a first-level god, back to the demiplane of the God of Destruction.

Sensing the fleeting, powerful aura of destruction that transcended the limits of the mortal realm, Yin Meng, who had just been about to stagger to her feet, was so frightened that she knelt down again. She couldn't hold on any longer and burst into loud sobs on the ground.

Chen Ming glanced at Yin Meng, unsure what to say, then turned to look at the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger beside him. The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger nodded, understood, and came to Yin Meng's side, letting out a malicious roar.

Suddenly, Yinmeng's back pain and leg pain disappeared, and she stopped crying. She knelt on the ground in a dogeza (a traditional Chinese swearing position), looking more obedient than anyone else.

Looking at Yin Meng, Chen Ming swung the Dragon Ascension Sword. His second martial soul, which hadn't taken human form for a long time, transformed into a man who looked seven or eight parts similar to Chen Ming in the golden light in mid-air. After exchanging a glance, Chen Ming's main body left, and the dragon and tiger were absorbed into the Dragon Ascension Sword. Only Yin Meng and Chen Ming's Dragon Ascension Sword clone remained in the huge dungeon.

Looking at the man in front of her who gave her a sense of familiarity for some reason, Yin Meng's emotions stabilized a bit. With the help of the Dragon Ascension Sword clone, Yin Meng was led, looking bewildered, into a secret chamber deep underground.

Although it is an underground secret room, the room is very large, with a ceiling height of over ten meters and an area of ​​several square kilometers.

The ceiling was equipped with a special soul-guiding device that could not only emit the light of the sun and moon, but also possess the characteristics of the true light of the sun and moon. Various kinds of plants were planted throughout the cave, some of which Yin Meng had seen in the Star Dou Great Forest, while others were completely unfamiliar to her.

It's unclear what kind of modifications were made, but this man-made underground cave doesn't feel too different from the outside world, and the concentration of spiritual energy inside is even higher than outside.

If we exclude the special "plants" that make Yinmeng instinctively shrink her legs and feel a churning in her abdomen, the environment here is quite satisfactory to Yinmeng.

Just as Yinmeng was pondering what to do next, she saw the Dragon Ascension Sword clone pull her to a lawn and reveal a kind smile.

"Silver Dream, I need your help in my cultivation!"

"what?"

On the ground, feeling the energy within his clone being further purified, Chen Ming's face showed a slight smile.

"Dual cultivation is definitely better than single cultivation. I didn't understand the use of a cultivation furnace before, but now I know that I just hadn't encountered a good one before."

Silver Dream, after all, possessed a cultivation of millions of years, abundant energy, and had been modified with its very essence by the Silver Dragon King at great expense. Its energy composition was perfectly suited for the growth and absorption of the Ascending Dragon Sword. It could rapidly enhance the quality of the Ascending Dragon Sword and unlock its various latent abilities. Most importantly, the fusion of the blood of the Golden Dragon and the Silver Dragon would also bring even greater potential.

As Chen Ming gazed towards the Sunset Forest, he recalled the scene of the Ice and Fire Dragon King's demise. A huge knot still clung to his heart.

"Once I obtain my ninth spirit ring, I'll go explore those lands where gods have fallen."

Chen Ming sighed inwardly, then continued his research. On the table before him lay a unique model that resembled a throne. Chen Ming was planning the energy flow and the functional linkages of its various modules, attempting to create a divine artifact specifically for the Soul Master system—a device capable of extracting energy from the void to awaken martial souls in batches, modify Soul Master talents, and bestow limited-edition Soul Rings upon them.

Although it's still just a vague idea, the basic functions have been designed. It's just that because the equipment at the bottom of the model is so huge, from a distance, the whole model looks a bit like a golden toilet placed on top of a pyramid.

If this divine artifact can truly be completed as Chen Ming planned, then perhaps one day the humans of Douluo Star will be able to use Douluo Star as their home planet and embark on a great interstellar expedition.

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"Clap clap clap—clap clap clap—"

In the dark, bloody, and oppressive underworld, law enforcers wielded their whips, mercilessly lashing out at the figures of the search party, forcing the blank-faced soul masters to sow and cultivate the blood-red earth.

Despite being emaciated and having their eyes vacant and confused due to prolonged hunger and daily blood draws, the life force granted by their cultivation still sustained their bodily functions, allowing them to work like oxen and horses on this land that was fundamentally unsuitable for cultivation.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have come to this killing city."

In the field, a middle-aged Soul Master who seemed to be in better spirits than the other slave Soul Masters was working clumsily while muttering curses under his breath.

He is a fallen one, born into a minor noble family, but due to insufficient innate soul power, he turned to evil and chose to use bloody means to improve his soul power cultivation.

Starting several years ago, for reasons unknown, both empires went mad in their hunt for fallen soul masters. They then forcibly used special methods to damage the fallen soul masters' spirits, forcing them to work in various arduous places with inhumane intensity.

Mining in mines, forging iron in blacksmith shops, digging irrigation ditches by the water.
In short, it's unclear who the two great empires learned from. The Soul Masters, who were still subtly superior even after committing crimes, seem to have been turned into beasts of burden in just a few years, forced to do all sorts of dirty and tiring work that they would normally look down upon without any reward.

I have to work a full twelve hours a day! And with such intense work, I only get one meal of meat a day!

When has this kind of suffering ever happened to a Soul Master who was born to be superior to others? Without women and wine, how can a human live like this? Shouldn't these kinds of drudgery tasks be done by the two-legged beasts in the territory?

Because both empires were searching for and forcing the corrupt to work, he was exposed during one of their searches. To avoid being enslaved like livestock, he fled like a madman, eventually reconnecting with a former friend by chance.

That friend, like him, was also a fallen man from an aristocratic family, but a few years ago, for some unknown reason, he was discovered and then disappeared.

Through his "friend's" introduction, he learned that there was a holy place in the world specifically prepared for the fallen—no, evil spirit masters.

Everyone there was a noble evil spirit master, using the lives of ordinary people to cultivate as naturally as eating and drinking; no one felt disgusted or discriminated against because of it. Everyone there was noble and peaceful, and many of them were aristocrats like themselves.

Guided by his friend, he sold all his possessions and brought a large amount of gold soul coins to the so-called holy land of evil soul masters, the legendary killing city.

However.
However, everything that actually happened was not what he expected!

The middle-aged Soul Master, recalling his painful past, slowed his movements slightly. Upon seeing this, the overseer stepped forward without hesitation, brandishing his barbed whip and striking the man's back. The sharp barbs, like spider legs, instantly tore off a large chunk of flesh from his body.

"Number 5678, what are you slacking off for? Do you want to be turned into corpse starch, or squeezed dry to make Bloody Mary? Or do you want to play with the two lords, Lustful Tiger and Evil Dragon?"

A cold voice came from behind the middle-aged soul master, and the "friend" who had led him here revealed a sinister smile.

"Foreman, have mercy!"

The male soul master shouted as he worked quickly, even though he was bleeding profusely from the loss of a large chunk of flesh, he dared not show the slightest resistance or anger.

Looking at the middle-aged man who was running away in a panic, the foreman smiled disdainfully, then picked up his whip and skillfully removed pieces of flesh that had been torn off from the barbs and put them into his mouth. He felt that the flesh was much more substantial than that of the "old guys," and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upwards.

Several years ago, after the King of Slaughter's battle with the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall ended in defeat, the Slaughter City, which had always relied on supplies from the Spirit Hall to maintain its operations, suddenly lost all its resources and fell into collapse. Large numbers of Fallen Ones, lacking food, began to kill each other, and eventually even began to attack the defenses formed by the law enforcers.

Although no one except law enforcers can use soul skills within the territory of the Killing City, the prisoners' riots, fueled by their fearlessness, still caused great trouble for the Killing City.

To prevent the foundation of the Killing City from being destroyed, the arena could no longer operate. One of the people the Killing King brought from the outside world offered a new suggestion.

This involves using a group of fallen individuals as bait to contact those fallen individuals outside the city, and then using their value to obtain the resources needed for the daily operations of the killing city.

In Killing City, the blood packs that normally exist solely to supply Bloody Marys have taken on a new purpose: to serve as slaves, cultivating the blood-stained land of Killing City.

(End of this chapter)