The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

Chapter 138 The Mishap Caused by the Demon-Attracting Grass

The young master of Qingyang Sect nodded in satisfaction as he watched the black array barrier slowly rise, replying, "Our sect has never been able to create a true Soul-Crying Beast in all its history."

"Perhaps I can fill this void."

Upon hearing this, the old man beside him smiled knowingly and chimed in, "The successive leaders of our Qingyang Sect have all attempted to refine this beast."

"Those that can be refined are all flawed products."

"We are fully prepared this time, and we should be able to refine the Soul-Crying Beast in one go."

The young master of Qingyang Sect nodded slightly and ordered, "Let's get started. Bring up all the blood sacrifice offerings."

As soon as he finished speaking, a blood-red altar slowly rose from the open ground in front of everyone.

The altar was over ten zhang tall, with an ancient and imposing design. Seventy-two torches burned around it, and the flames within were the Azure Sun Demon Fire.

At the same time, the cultivators of Qingyang Sect pushed out iron cages one by one from the cave next to them.

The iron cages were filled with unconscious demonic beasts, including level one and level seven beasts. Later, groups of ragged, disheveled cultivators appeared in the cages.

The imprisoned cultivators were terrified when they saw the altar, but because their magical powers were sealed, they were unable to break free of their cages.

Yanli, standing to the side, was also terrified when she saw that Qingyang Sect was about to perform a blood sacrifice on a living person; her delicate body trembled slightly.

Seeing this, the young master of Qingyang Sect put his arm around Yanli's slender waist and chuckled, "What's wrong? Were you startled?"

"This is just the beginning."

"This blood sacrifice will continue for ten years, during which a large amount of flesh and blood will be needed to refine the Soul-Crying Beast."

Yanli's face showed reluctance. She parted her lips slightly and said, "Young master, wouldn't this be against the natural order?"

Upon hearing this, both the young master of Qingyang Sect and the bald old man beside him burst out laughing.

"Is this against the natural order?" the bald old man joked. "Fairy Yan, our Qingyang Sect is a demonic sect. Killing a few people is perfectly normal for us."

Hearing the two men's sinister laughter, Yanli felt uneasy, as if she had been tricked.

In addition, she had heard a lot of rumors from the disciples of Qingyang Sect in the past few days, saying that the young master of Qingyang Sect was not a good match and that he often kidnapped female cultivators in private to use as furnaces and ravage them at will.

Thinking of this, Yanli felt even more uneasy, and a bad premonition rose in her heart.

The young master of Qingyang Sect seemed to have seen through Yanli's thoughts and sneered, "Yanli, if you have any lingering reluctance, then go and rest in my Heavenly Horse Incense Carriage. You can use this time to cultivate properly."

"Here are some medicinal pills; please keep them safe."

"Based on the timeline, the Soul-Crying Beast will be completed in at most ten years."

"By then, you will have almost reached the Foundation Establishment stage. At that time, I will hold a grand celebration to welcome you into my concubine's family."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Qingyang Sect, driving a white jade carriage, stopped not far away.

The carriage was carved entirely from white jade, and it looked incredibly luxurious, radiating a bright, multicolored light.

The carriage was covered with array patterns, clearly indicating that several arrays had been set up, which not only had excellent defensive effects, but also had the effect of gathering spiritual energy and accelerating cultivation.

The beast pulling the cart was a white horse with a single horn on its head and two wings on its back, exuding a strong demonic aura; it was clearly a level five demonic beast.

Yanli took the medicine bottle, and seeing that the young master of Qingyang Sect was willing to lend her his sandalwood carriage, she felt a warmth in her heart. She mistakenly thought that she had been thinking too much, so she bowed and said, "Thank you for your kindness, young master. I will go into seclusion now and strive to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage as soon as possible."

After saying that, Yanli turned and walked into the carriage.

The young master of Qingyang Sect gazed at Yanli's retreating figure with a meaningful smile, then turned to the bald old man beside him and instructed, "Elder Hao, activate the blood sacrifice."

"Let's get started on refining the Soul-Crying Beast."

Upon hearing this, the bald old man, also known as Elder Hao, took out a magic weapon resembling a blood-red jade disc and activated it.

In an instant, the blood jade altar on the open ground began to hum.

The Azure Sun Demon Fire on the surrounding torches then burst into flames dozens of feet long, engulfing the Blood Jade Altar and the offerings in the iron cage.

Immediately afterwards, heart-wrenching screams of cultivators and demonic beasts echoed from the flames.

Upon hearing the screams, the young master of Qingyang Sect felt a sense of exhilaration, his face showing a look of infatuation.

Time flies like an arrow, and ten years pass in the blink of an eye.

Over the past decade, Qingyang Sect has spent a great deal of resources refining the Soul-Crying Beast, and now it is finally nearing its end.

Yanli successfully established her foundation, but at this moment, disaster was imminent.

"You bitch!"

"Just a furnace vessel, do you really think this young master would take you as a concubine?"

Inside the agarwood carriage, the young master of Qingyang Sect slapped Yanli to the ground and lewdly said, "After eating so many of my pills, you can be considered a successful furnace cauldron."

Yanli clutched her swollen cheek, collapsed to the ground, and looked at the young master of Qingyang Sect with disbelief in her eyes. She asked in a panic, "What are you going to do?"

"Haha!" the young master of the Qingyang Sect laughed loudly, "I need your help in my cultivation!"

Yanli was horrified, fully aware that with her Foundation Establishment cultivation, she probably couldn't withstand several rounds of cultivation by a Core Formation cultivator, and the only outcome would be her death and the dissipation of her cultivation.

The young master of Qingyang Sect could no longer contain himself. He stepped forward, reached out and tore off Yanli's thin dress, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white skin.

Yanli, like a frightened rabbit, huddled desperately in a corner of the carriage, clutching her chest with both hands, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably. She cried out, "Back off, or I'll call for help!"

The young master of Qingyang Sect sneered and said, "This island is full of people from Qingyang Sect. Who dares to disobey me, their young master?"

After saying that, he stepped forward and reached out to tear off the last piece of clothing from Yanli's body.

"She really is a great beauty!"

The young master of Qingyang Sect looked at the beautiful and graceful body and nodded repeatedly, praising, "Enough for me to play with for a year."

Tears were already welling up in Yanli's beautiful eyes, but on this deserted island, she was completely helpless and had no way to resist the young master of Qingyang Sect.

Just as the young master of Qingyang Sect was undressing, a sudden change occurred.

"Hercules~"

A horse's neigh suddenly rang out from outside the carriage, and then the entire carriage began to shake.

The young master of Qingyang Sect stumbled and nearly fell to the ground, but a flash of azure light pierced his body, allowing him to regain his balance. He immediately cursed, "Has this stupid horse gone mad?!"

He disregarded Yanli, turned around, lifted the carriage curtain, and stepped outside, only to find that the celestial horse pulling the carriage had already taken off, its hooves whistling through the air, pulling the sandalwood chariot and speeding towards the southwest sea, as if attracted by something.

"You idiot, who gave you permission to move!"

Seeing the celestial horse galloping headlong, the young master of Qingyang Sect flew into a rage. He reached into his storage bag, took out a horsewhip, and lashed the celestial horse hard.

But the winged celestial horse seemed to feel no pain, continuing to pull the sandalwood chariot and fly away with its head down.

"Huh? What's going on?" The young master of Qingyang Sect looked surprised and bewildered when he saw that even his whip magic weapon couldn't control the winged celestial horse.