Demon Sect Cultivation: I Can Disable Debuffs - Chapter 52

Chapter 52: On the Way Back to the Sect

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Shen Rong’s evil and bloodthirsty appearance frightened the crowd.

Those who were originally excited and wanted to become immortal also began to have doubts.

Is this an immortal or a demon?

Are these “immortals” really accepting disciples?

Among the tens of thousands of people, there were all kinds of people, including many who were arrogant and overconfident.

Guan Wei was not the only one who doubted the identity of Zhang Chen and his companions as immortals, but after seeing Guan Wei’s fate, they dared not speak out.

Condensing blood into a spear and absorbing the blood of others was clearly not something an ordinary person could do.

Seeing the commoners’ fear and reluctance to continue approaching for testing, Huang Qi scolded, ‘What are you looking at? Keep coming and testing.”

The commoners could only walk forward in fear, touching the Spiritual Detection Bead with trepidation.

If it didn’t light up, then it was the next person’s turn.

The middle-aged man who did not want to come previously swiped his hand

on the Spiritual Detection Bead and then turned around to leave.

Huang Qi’s gaze turned cold as a blood-red light flashed and a palm landed on the ground.

“Ah!” The middle-aged man screamed in pain.

“Trying to play tricks in front of me, how bold!” Huang Qi sneered. This person actually pretended to touch the Spiritual Detection Bead, trying to pass off as having done so.

“Immortal, please spare my life. I was too nervous. I didn’t do it on purpose,” the middle-aged man hastily explained.

“Dad!” His son yelled loudly in the crowd, wanting to go forward, but was held back by his mother.

“I’ll give you another chance.” Huang Qi’s tone was cold.

“Thank you, Immortal.” The middle-aged man quickly touched the Spiritual Detection Bead with his other hand.

The Spiritual Detection Bead did not glow. He had outsmarted himself.

The middle-aged man retreated to the side with gratitude. Although he had lost a hand, his life was saved.

He was just an ordinary person, so Huang Qi didn’t really care. If he really had spiritual roots, he might have killed him to eliminate future troubles.

Next, a beggar stepped forward.

Unlike the middle-aged man, the beggar was full of anticipation. He did not care if it was immortal or demon, as long as he could have powerful strength.

However, the heavens did not favor him. The Spiritual Detection Bead did not glow.

The beggar was very unwilling. He didn’t want to be driven away and hated by others, bullied by other beggars, and fighting with wild dogs for food. He wanted to change his fate and become someone superior.

“Bang!”

The beggar knelt down and kowtowed. “Immortals, please teach me immortal techniques!”

“Bang!”

“Immortals, please teach immortal techniques!”

“Bang!”

“Immortals, please teach immortal techniques!”

The beggar begged loudly and kept kowtowing hard. After a few times, his head was bleeding, and he was hoping to move Zhang Chen and the other two.

“A mortal without spiritual roots wants to learn immortal techniques? What wishful thinking! Get lost!” Shen Rong looked disgusted and didn’t want to dirty his own hands by killing a beggar.

However, the beggar still didn’t want to give up and continued to kowtow. “Immortals, please teach me immortal techniques!”

“Bang!”

“Immortals, please teach me immortal techniques!”

“Noisy!” Seeing that the beggar was unwilling to give up, Shen Rong waved his hand and blood pierced through the beggar’s head.

Another person died. The commoners were silent, afraid to do anything out of line.

From the beginning to the end, Zhang Chen did not say anything and only watched silently.

Whether becoming a disciple of the Blood supreme-ruler Sect was good or bad varied from person to person.

No one knew if there would be a demonic giant among these people.

If Zhang Chen were to choose between mortals and the demonic path, he would choose the latter without hesitation.

In the end, out of the tens of thousands of people in Wan City, only 11 had spiritual roots.

“Senior Brother Zhang, there are 11 disciples. You have five, and Junior Brother

Shen and I will each have three. How about it”‘ Huang Qi proposed the distribution.

“Alright, I’ll take five with me.” Zhang Chen didn’t care how they were divided, he just wanted to complete the mission and return to the sect as soon as possible.

“Senior Brother Zhang, do as you please.” Huang Qi and the other two couldn’t wait for Zhang Chen to leave quickly so that they could enjoy themselves in the city.

“Five of you come with me.” Zhang Chen selected five young ones.

The young people were strong and able to endure long journeys, and they were capable of taking care of themselves on the road.

Although the five chosen people were reluctant to leave their families, they dared not refuse.

For ordinary people, a journey of over a thousand miles was a great distance, and it would be too slow to rely solely on walking.

Hence, Zhang Chen used the remaining silver on him to buy a carriage.

To be precise, it was only a carriage without horses. He was planning to have the horse demon pull the carriage.

The carriage owner naturally dared not accept the money, but Zhang Chen still left the silver.

“Grrr, grrr, grrr…”

The wheels of the carriage turned and made a sound as Zhang Chen drove the carriage away from Wancheng and towards the direction of the Blood supreme-ruler Sect.

The five ordinary people with spiritual roots squeezed into the cramped carriage.

The horse demon pulled the carriage slowly, controlling its speed to be similar to that of an ordinary horse.

If they ran at full speed, not only would the carriage fall apart, but the five people inside would also not be able to endure the bumpy ride.

Before nightfall, Zhang Chen found a dilapidated temple and planned to spend the night there.

He could go without rest, but the five ordinary people needed to rest.

“We’ll spend the night here. You only need to stay within 30 meters of the temple.” Zhang Chen said and then ignored the others, closing his eyes to meditate in the temple.

The five people exchanged glances and silently tidied up a place to lie down in the temple.

“Goo, goo, goo…”

After a while, their stomachs let out hungry sounds, but because of their fear of the immortal, they did not dare to say it, nor did they dare to leave the dilapidated temple to find food.

Zhang Chen’s hearing was sharp, so he naturally heard the sound. He took out a bottle containing fasting pills and said, “It’s my negligence. Each of you come and take a pill. You won’t be hungry after eating it.”

The five of them hesitated for a moment before slowly walking over.

Looking at the red medicinal pill in their hands that emitted the smell of blood, they looked at each other and were too scared to eat them.

Zhang Chen couldn’t be bothered to deal with them. If they were hungry enough, they would eat.

After a while, one of them gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and swallowed the fasting pill in one gulp.

As the pill entered his stomach and the medicinal power spread, he suddenly did not feel hungry. He could not help but exclaim, “I’m not hungry anymore!”

Upon hearing this and seeing that he was fine, the others also swallowed the fasting pill.

Experiencing the effects of the pill firsthand, they exclaimed in amazement, “It’s so magical! Just a small pill and we feel full of energy and no longer hungry.”

At night, the five of them tossed and turned, unable to sleep. They thought of their parents and family and were filled with fear for the future.

They wanted to cry, but they dared not make a sound to disturb Zhang Chen. They could only cover their mouths and silently shed tears.

It wasn’t until late at night that they finally fell asleep exhausted. “Whoosh!” A cold wind blew into the dilapidated temple.

“Father, Mother…

“Xiu’er, wait for me…”

“No, I don’t want to. I don’t want to become an immortal…

Zhang Chen opened his eyes and looked at the five people huddled in the corner, shivering and talking in their sleep. He then got up and walked outside, disappearing into the darkness.

In the silent temple, there was only the sound of the cold wind blowing and the low murmurs of the five people’s dreams.

When Zhang Chen returned to the dilapidated temple, he had a pile of branches and firewood in his hands.

“Boom!”

The flames rose, dispelling the darkness, and the dilapidated temple became a little warmer..