“What’s the solution for this formation? I’ve never studied it before!”
Lin Shu stared thoughtfully at the Daqian Inscription on the stone pillar.
There was no way he could let such a sinister thing as the Living Sacrifice Cultivator Formation remain in the world. Lin Shu tried to destroy it, but no matter what he did, he always failed.
The materials used to engrave the formation were extremely unusual—at the very least, an Immortal-grade Treasure. Moreover, the owner of the formation possessed an unfathomable cultivation, at least at the Transcendence Stage or possibly even an Immortal.
However, after Lin Shu’s research, it seemed this Living Sacrifice Cultivator Formation had actually been rewritten a second time. Perhaps the original formation was different from this?
Since destroying it was impossible, Lin Shu could only do his best to try to rewrite it. As long as he could scramble the formation, that was good enough—as long as the offering wasn’t a living person!
“System! System! Give me some options!” Lin Shu called up at the empty air above his head.
Previously, he’d already received the special attribute bonus of Formation+1, but it was obvious that he didn’t have enough skill points in Formation yet.
“How about I just doodle something?” Lin Shu muttered to himself.
In the next instant, the system’s options popped up.
[Draw with an Earth-rank tool. Random attribute +0]
[Draw with a Profound-rank tool. Random attribute +0]
[Draw with a Yellow-rank tool. Random attribute +0]
“Thank your whole family!” Lin Shu rolled his eyes after seeing the options.
All three options were [Random attribute +0]—what difference did it make?
Wait! These three options only included three grades of tools, but not the highest, Heaven-rank.
What if I deliberately ignore these three and choose to rewrite it with a Heaven-rank tool?
When it came to the system’s options, Lin Shu didn’t always follow them; most of the time, he only did so because he could get a precious attribute point for free with minimal cost.
Since there was no benefit this time, Lin Shu decided there was no need to play by the rules—he might as well be bold and try something new.
With that, he took out a pair of chopsticks. These chopsticks were a gift specially made for him by Lin Yingxue, crafted to the standard of a Heaven-rank tool.
This pair of Heaven-rank chopsticks would automatically turn black to warn their owner if they encountered anything poisonous—a protective tool for Lin Shu when he was out and about to prevent being poisoned.
It was a pity that the chopsticks had almost never been triggered outside the sect, but on Water Cloud Peak, when visiting others, the tool’s effect would often activate.
Now, it couldn’t be more suitable to use them for inscribing new inscriptions!
“Hmph hmph~ Anyway, I’ll just mess with it! As long as it doesn’t offer living people, whatever gets sacrificed is fine!”
Elsewhere, at the largest plaza in Qingshan Town, the usually lively “Martial Arts Marriage Tournament” stage was now dead silent.
The reason was simple: on the stage, Ye Qing was lying flat on his back, while his challenger stood there looking utterly confused.
The host, unable to believe his eyes, nonetheless quickly understood the situation thanks to his years of experience.
He stepped forward, grabbed Little Stone’s hand, and loudly congratulated him:
“Let’s give a round of applause to our new challenger, little brother! Congratulations on defeating Ye Qing of the Treading Cloud Sect!”
“Earlier, Ye Qing of the Treading Cloud Sect achieved three hundred and fifty-nine consecutive wins. Just one more and he would have reached three hundred and sixty for a Perfected Grand Circle—but alas, he met an unbeatable foe!”
“This fateful duel seems like a joke from Fate itself. Ye Qing’s winning streak all led up to this moment—defeat at the hands of the new challenger!”
“Let’s congratulate this brother once again! Oh, and by the way, for a good throat, a Golden Throat, you need Honeysuckle Spiritual Liquid! Buy now for just 9.9 Copper Coins…”
Little Stone looked completely bewildered.
What’s going on? Did he just beat a top-tier Immortal Sect Disciple?
Thinking back on the fight, every punch he’d thrown was full of flaws, yet somehow always landed right on the opponent’s vital points…
That’s how Ye Qing lost, taking hit after hit from Little Stone’s attacks.
Could it be… he was actually really strong?
Little Stone looked at his fists and smiled in satisfaction.
So this is all an Immortal Sect Disciple amounts to!
After a while, a beautiful young girl stepped onto the stage and walked toward Little Stone, her bright eyes and perfect teeth framed by a sweet, clever smile.
“This is…” Only then did Little Stone realize this was a martial arts marriage tournament.
“Excuse me, are you…”
The girl smiled faintly, “That’s right! I am the Great-Granddaughter of your bride in this tournament!”
???
Something about this didn’t feel right!
Little Stone glanced back at Ye Qing, who was being helped off the stage. There was a look of ‘pity’—that special kind of sympathy—in his eyes.
“There’s no time like the present. How about we… today…” the girl suggested.
“See you!”
With that, Little Stone dashed away like a streak of smoke.
After running three miles and hiding in a remote corner, Little Stone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, being chased every day by orthodox cultivators in the Demonic Sect had forced him to master the Escape Technique, or he wouldn’t have known how to shake off this group.
“Phew~ Dammit! I didn’t expect orthodox cultivators to be this shady!” Little Stone spat on the ground.
Who would’ve thought Ye Qing, an orthodox cultivator, would trick others like that—and with this kind of scheme, no less!
Did he know from the start that I wasn’t from the secret realm, and set this up?
No, no, impossible!
He decided to give it another shot!
Next one!
Little Stone refused to believe in fate and continued on his way.
According to the intel, a disciple of the Ten Thousand Arts Immortal Sect was up ahead, running a stall. It was said to be crowded every day with people seeking medicine—most of them women.
Turning a few corners, Little Stone spotted Wang Zhiya, along with his stall and a line of people as long as a dragon.
“Got it! Another Yang O. This is for you—take it three times a day, simmer it over a low fire for half an hour; any longer and the effect will weaken!”
From afar, Wang Zhiya’s voice could be heard, along with a chorus of compliments—mostly “Divine Doctor” and “Healing Hands Restoring the Fallen.”
As they parted, Little Stone saw the bright, blossoming smiles on the women’s faces.
“So strange?”
Little Stone thought carefully. This was the perfect opportunity to make contact and probe this disciple’s capabilities.
With that in mind, he joined the long line, but was immediately mocked by the women in front of him.
What’s so funny! Even demonic cultivators have manners, culture, and discipline!
An hour later, as the sun set, his turn finally came. Wang Zhiya was sitting at ease, composed and calm.
“Oh! You came in person! Brother, you’re brave!” Wang Zhiya laughed.
After all, nearly all of these people were wives seeking medicine—Little Stone was the only one queuing alone.
“Ahem! So, about that, Immortal Elder…” Little Stone hesitated, trying to find the right words.
But Wang Zhiya spoke first: “Hmm—though you’re at the Qi Refining Stage, your foundation is unstable and your body is frail. Must’ve done too much traditional handiwork as a child!”
“Nonsense!” Little Stone was furious.
His face flushed red and then white, as if his secret had been exposed.
“Don’t worry! Since you’ve come, I have a solution!” Wang Zhiya lowered his voice, “Relax, I can cure you!”
Little Stone immediately sat up straight and respectfully saluted. “Please advise, Immortal Elder!”
He even took out a notebook, ready to take detailed notes.
In less than the time it took for half a stick of incense to burn, Wang Zhiya had finished explaining all the details. Little Stone stood there in a daze, as if he’d been enlightened.
“Many thanks, Immortal Elder! When I return, I’ll be sure to follow your instructions to the letter!”
Little Stone’s eyes shone with admiration for Wang Zhiya. This man was someone he could get along with!
A true Divine Doctor! Next time he went to a brothel, let’s see who dared laugh at him!
What a shame—such a chivalrous man was actually an orthodox cultivator!
The Heavenly Way is unjust! Little Stone felt sorry for him.
“Well then, I’m packing up for the day!” Wang Zhiya stood up, only for Little Stone to block his way.
“Immortal Elder, my family is poor. We don’t have an Alchemy Furnace for decocting medicine at home. Would you be willing to let me borrow yours?”
Little Stone’s plan was simple: use this as an excuse to get into Wang Zhiya’s residence, then find a way to slip his poisoned stone ink into their dinner.
He just didn’t know if this would arouse suspicion.
Seeing Wang Zhiya deep in thought, Little Stone began to sweat. If he was exposed, he’d have to run for it.
After a moment, Wang Zhiya said, “Your family’s so poor, yet you still visit brothels?”
Huh?
What kind of angle was that?
This is what makes Immortal Sect Disciples so unique!
“Uh…”
“Forget it, forget it. Come on! I’ll help you decoct your medicine for the sake of good karma!” Wang Zhiya waved his hand.
Little Stone finally let out a breath of relief—but Wang Zhiya then looked at him sternly and said:
“Oh, and! Don’t even think about touching our dinner, you hear?”
He can read my mind?!
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