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The Formation of the Old Evil Demon is no ordinary thing. A Formation set up by a peak expert of the Nirvana Realm would be a daunting challenge for even mid-level Nirvana Realm cultivators attempting to break through forcefully.
Moreover, the thousands of Formations here are intertwined and complex, making it even more difficult.
Although it has existed for at least two hundred years and may not be as solid as before, the Nirvana Realm second-tier cultivators guarding outside the Gorge have not considered breaking through forcefully.
This is a Senior, an Evil Cultivator Ancestor, and must be treated with utmost respect; one cannot afford to offend.
If it were not for this Ancestor, two hundred years ago, the Evil Cultivators would have been completely eradicated, leaving them without a place to survive. How could they have developed to this point today?
Inside the Formation.
Tang Zhun knelt on the ground, trembling in fear and not daring to raise his head. He was facing a peak Ancestor of the Nirvana Realm. Any slight misstep could cost him the precious Inheritance.
Lin Qiubai couldn't help but sigh; this psychological quality was truly remarkable.
Thinking back to when…
When Lin Qiubai encountered the Old Evil Demon, he had defiantly stared back and even dared to act recklessly, spouting nonsense, and ultimately charged at the Old Evil Demon to kill him.
Had he ever been so cowardly?!
Such weakness could never lead to great achievements.
Lin Qiubai felt a sense of disdain towards what he called the Six Talents. He straightened up, cleared his throat softly, imitating the voice and tone of the Old Evil Demon while simultaneously manipulating the amplification Formation to project his words outward.
"My Inheritance is not for the mediocre! If you wish to take it, you may. But you must accept the trial. If you fail the trial, you will suffer severe injuries at best or die at worst. Have you thought this through?"
All Evil Cultivators within the Gorge, including Nirvana Realm second-tier Evil Cultivators, felt an inexplicable tremor. Does failure in accepting the Inheritance mean death?
It is so cruel.
The Evil Cultivators were eager to know what would happen inside the Formation, but the Formation blocked their divine senses. They could not spy on it.
After a long silence.
Everyone finally heard Tang Zhun's strong response: "For the rise of the Evil Cultivator, to recreate the glory of the Evil Cultivator, please Ancestor grant us a trial; death is not a pity."
"Good."
Lin Qiubai's voice was like thunder, solemn and dignified, while the Purple Winged Thunder Cloud Leopard beside him exuded an oppressive aura. It assisted Lin Qiubai in creating an intimidating atmosphere, making the scene very convincing and hard to doubt.
Moreover, how many people in this world are as bold and reckless as Lin Qiubai, daring to venture alone into the Heritage Secret Realm, first killing the rightful owner, then occupying their place, impersonating the Evil Cultivator Ancestor, and calmly deceiving a group of highly skilled Evil Cultivators?
None.
Normal people do not think this way.
The group of Evil Cultivators in the Gorge would never have imagined that their respected Ancestor had long since passed away; what awaited them inside was a mere ant at the initial stage of the Origin Realm.
And this ant was not at all flustered; instead, it was methodically digging traps to set them up for something severe...
...
"I ask you, what is the Heavenly Dao?"
"Replying to Senior, there are three thousand Heavenly Daos."
"In that case, you should kowtow three thousand times as a form of apprenticeship!"
Lin Qiubai's voice carried no hint of emotion.
This is a show of authority and a way to establish status.
As a peak Ancestor of the Nirvana Realm, do you think you can just take my Inheritance?
If there are no barriers, then giving away the Inheritance would raise doubts about Lin Qiubai's upcoming performance.
First, I will assert my dominance, using the tactic of feigned indifference while simultaneously breaking down Tang Zhun's already fragile psychological defenses.
At that point, he will have no choice but to be led by the nose, ultimately falling into the trap.
Tang Zhun was momentarily stunned but quickly came to terms with it. The Ancestor's Inheritance is not something that can be easily obtained.
Without hesitation, he began to bow his head.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Tang Zhun's forehead struck heavily against the stone slab, lifting it back up with steady strength.
Every movement was executed with precision, striving to show sincerity to the Ancestor, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
This was no longer just simple bowing; it was self-torture.
He vowed to obtain the Inheritance, allowing for no mistakes. Because of this obsession, the pressure on him grew heavier and heavier. His muscles ached, his whole body trembled, yet he gritted his teeth and persisted, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
An hour later.
Tang Zhun's forehead was drenched in blood.
Lin Qiubai sat in the Formation, laughing to the point of discomfort.
Being hit with countless bows for no reason felt quite exhilarating.
"Stop, your determination is commendable."
Lin Qiubai lightly called for a halt; if he received another thousand bows, he would be bored to death.
Seeing Tang Zhun filled with gratitude and becoming increasingly respectful, Lin Qiubai flipped his palm, revealing the technique "River and Sea for Thousands of Miles," which was held aloft by a demon insect and presented before Tang Zhun.
"My inheritance consists of two types. The first is a King-Level Low-Grade Cultivation Technique.
The second is a Divine Grade Inferior Technique, along with a Divine Grade Insect. You may choose freely."
Lin Qiubai's calm tone was laced with endless temptation.
Outside the canyon, the Evil Cultivators collectively gasped in shock.
A Divine Grade Upper Tier Cultivation Method!
Typically, King-Level Low-Grade Cultivation Techniques are rarely seen.
Unless one is a master of a sect or possesses great fortune, how could they have the opportunity to enjoy techniques above King-Level?!
In an instant, everyone’s eyes glimmered with desire.
The King-Level Lower Grade provided a 64-fold increase in cultivation speed for martial artists, while the Divine Grade Inferior Technique offered an astonishing 512-fold increase!
Just thinking about it made hearts race and greed surge uncontrollably.
If anyone were to cultivate a Divine-Level Technique, their speed would be like lightning, allowing them to far surpass their peers!
Divine-Level Technique means achieving the peak of the Nirvana Realm is not a problem, and there is even a great chance of successfully breaking through to a higher realm!
The Evil Cultivator at the second level of the Nirvana Realm was breathing heavily.
The Evil Cultivators outside the canyon were panting, their faces flushed.
Tang Zhun was also trembling all over, waves of shock surging in his heart.
Lin Qiubai watched Tang Zhun with great interest, silently turning off the amplification Formation.
In fact, Lin Qiubai was quite scheming; by offering a choice, he was essentially providing no choice at all.
Any martial artist with a bit of ambition would only see the divine-level low-grade cultivation technique.
Because cultivation techniques are the foundation of a martial artist's training!
And a divine-level low-grade cultivation technique has a deadly attraction for martial artists.
As Capital Theory states:
A profit of one times can lead capitalists to lose their Morality,
A profit of five times can drive capitalists to take risks,
A profit of ten times can make capitalists trample on all laws.
Right now, this scroll of divine-level low-grade cultivation technique is not just ten or a hundred times the return; it offers a full five hundred times increase! Enough to make Tang Zhun lose himself in it and unable to extricate himself.
Tang Zhun cautiously raised his head to look at the Map of Mountains and Rivers, which indeed was a King-Level Low-Grade Cultivation Technique.
And that Gu Worm was particularly strange, sinister to the extreme, as if it were the embodiment of all evil in the world.
At that moment, my heart was racing, and my blood felt like it was boiling.
"I choose the second option."
"Good. The second trial begins. Enter the Evil Cultivator and make your determination.
Only with a firm will, a ruthless heart, and the willingness to go mad—even to the point of self-harm—can one remain undefeated in battle and seize the greatest share of Fortune. Do you understand?"
Lin Qiubai's voice rang out, as if he were a master teaching and enlightening his disciples.
"I have learned from your teachings."
Tang Zhun felt that every word from Lin Qiubai was precious, like a golden rule, sharpening his Martial Will. It was as if waves of Dao sound were swirling in his mind, filling him with both fear and admiration for the Ancestor's extraordinary cultivation.
"To gain something, one must lose something; this is the rule of heaven.
This Divine Grade Inferior Technique, the Sunflower Manual, can increase your cultivation speed by five hundred times.
However, it also has a flaw—a flaw so cruel that I wonder if you can bear it..."
"I can endure it!"
Tang Zhun replied excitedly. What could be more important than a divine-level inferior technique?!
But after his hasty response, he was suddenly filled with fear and trembled all over, quickly bowing down and respectfully kowtowing to Lin Qiubai.
"I mean no offense, please do not blame me, Ancestor."
"The future is bright for you."
Lin Qiubai sighed with an air of wisdom, then with a playful yet slightly sinister expression, slowly uttered eight words:
"To practice this skill, one must first undergo castration!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Zhun's entire body trembled.
Castration!?
As a man, castration is not only painful but also a form of humiliation!
However, there is a scroll of a divine-level low-grade martial arts technique. As long as he obtains this martial arts technique, he can advance his cultivation at an astonishing rate and become a formidable powerhouse, looking down upon the world!
If he fails to acquire this divine-level low-grade martial arts technique, he will remain nothing more than an Evil Cultivator, with a future that may only be slightly better than Wei Sanjie’s.
Yet still, he would live without dignity.
To cut or not to cut?
Tang Zhun gritted his teeth, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and fresh blood dripped from his palm.
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