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I began an intense and relentless training regimen.
To outsiders, it seemed as though I had received an immense blessing. Not only was I not drained like a Furnace Cauldron, but I also had the personal guidance of the elder's eldest disciple, which made others envious. However, whenever I practiced, those around me would keep their distance, their eyes filled with disdain and contempt.
"Ning Ning..." Gu Chen blocked my path. He cautiously glanced around to ensure no one was watching before approaching me with a concerned expression. "Ning Ning, I've heard that your training has been progressing rapidly. Are you... okay?"
"Please step aside, Senior Brother." I sidestepped him, unwilling to engage in conversation.
"I know you're feeling upset, but the Sect's rules are strict, and there's nothing I can do. However, I did come to fetch you myself," he said.
"Sending me to Demonic Cultivator is also part of the Sect's rules?" My tone was icy.
"That's all for your own good! Demonic Cultivator doesn't seem like a malicious demon. I thought that rather than falling into the hands of the Old Ancestor, it would be better for you to follow him; perhaps there are better days ahead."
Would you want those better days if they were offered to you?
"You came to get me out of concern for our past relationship and also to help Senior Sister obtain Spirit Fruit; sending me to Demonic Cultivator is meant to save my life and protect the junior disciples as well."
Gu Chen's eyes lit up, ready to respond in agreement when I interrupted him.
"Ha, a good person? Just an excuse for your own incompetence and fear of death."
"Step aside; don't disturb my training. Otherwise, if Zhen Ren gets wind of this, who knows if this Senior Brother can still play the role of a good person and help me avoid punishment."
I quickly walked away, wanting no further interaction with him. Incompetence and fear of death were nothing compared to the nauseating excuse of 'for your own good.'
Day after day, under the stimulation of Spirit Ascension Pill, my cultivation grew at an astonishing rate.
Qi Refinement Level Seven, Qi Refinement Level Eight, Qi Refinement Level Nine...
I had no idea when my body might explode from the strain or what they truly needed me for.
One day, Wu Wang Zhen Ren appeared again. He wore a grim expression and gestured for me to follow him. A chill ran through me; I knew that what was meant to come had finally arrived.
I followed him down through layers of traps and barriers, eventually arriving at a dark and damp basement. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the twisted runes on the walls resembled ravenous monsters.
In the center of the basement, a massive magical array emitted a faint green glow. At the heart of the array sat a gaunt, white-haired Old Monster, his eyes tightly shut, exuding an oppressive aura of death.
Seeing the Old Monster filled me with disgust and fear. The time for the sacrificed Furnace Cauldron had finally come…
The Wu Wang Zhen Ren signaled to his subordinates to pin me to the ground, fastening my limbs with cold shackles to a small array beside the Old Monster. In that moment, as they approached, I summoned all my strength and concentrated every bit of spiritual energy from my Dantian, striking fiercely at the Old Monster. This was my only chance!
However, my desperate attack fell flat, like a stone sinking into the sea, making no impact whatsoever. The Old Monster remained completely still, not even lifting an eyelid. Instead, my body began to fade into darkness from the strain of forcibly channeling my energy.
“Behave yourself!” one of the disciples kicked me hard in the lower back, their attack infused with spiritual power causing me to cry out in pain without a sound.
To them, my resistance was likely nothing more than a joke. They unsheathed their daggers without hesitation and sliced through my limbs. Bright red blood gushed forth, flowing along the patterns of the magical array and gradually filling in the design at its center.
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