Chapter 127: What a Thrilling Feeling It Is

"Master, have you taken care of the people from the Eastern family?"

Night Owl asked with cautious trepidation.

Jun Wushuang simply gave a grunt of acknowledgment, offering no further explanation. His gaze was fixed upon the spirit stones and blood crystals scattered throughout the stone hall. These were all high-grade spirit stones, numbering in the millions—a hoard comparable to half of a spirit vein within an imperial palace. It was clear that this was the wealth accumulated by the Poison Emperor of the Netherworld over a lifetime.

Of course, the blood crystals were even more significant. They were treasures far more precious than spirit stones. Blood crystals could not be formed naturally; they required the slaughter of living beings, condensed from their lifeblood. A single blood crystal required the blood of one hundred thousand beings. With hundreds of them here, it represented the lives of tens of millions.

A field of corpses, a river of blood!

However, since this was all carnage wrought by the Poison Emperor, Jun Wushuang felt no psychological burden.

"You have served well as a guide. Take one-tenth of these," Jun Wushuang said, showing no stinginess as he divided a portion for Night Owl. The way to command subordinates was to balance benevolence with authority.

"Thank you, Master! I will certainly not disappoint your expectations!" Night Owl had never expected Jun Wushuang to share the spoils. Holding the spirit stones and blood crystals, he was filled with surprise and delight.

"I have already seized control of the Nether Corpse-Nurturing Formation. As for the Myriad Poison Demon Pearl, let Jiang Rulong and Mo Fenglie contend for it a while longer; I shall focus on raising my own strength first."

Jun Wushuang was in no rush to pursue the pearl. Instead, he produced the corpse of Ling Qianxue and began his cultivation. Ling Qianxue possessed the Blade Emperor Physique, which, for Jun Wushuang, was an excellent subject for consumption. After all, he was a blade user himself.

With the stone hall sealed and surrounded by the miasma of deathly, poisonous aura, Jun Wushuang had no fear of being disturbed. He sat cross-legged and began to circulate the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art, consuming the essence of Ling Qianxue's Blade Emperor Physique. His Devouring Demon Physique had already reached the minor completion stage, and his absorption power had greatly increased. In less than a day, Ling Qianxue was completely devoured.

His Devouring Demon Physique was further reinforced, leaving only a third of the way to reach the stage of great completion.

"Innate Divine Ability: Blade Will!"

At Jun Wushuang's mental command, he unleashed this newly acquired ability. Though he held no blade in his hand, his touch became exceptionally sharp. With a gentle sweep of his palm, the air was rent asunder, as if slashed by a long blade, emitting a shrill, piercing sound. If this Blade Will were imbued into his Asura Demon Blade, it would make the blade's edge even more formidable.

"Phenomenon: Black Hole of Death!"

Once the Blade Emperor Physique was fully absorbed, he turned his attention to the spirit stones and blood crystals. A thirty-meter-wide black hole vortex manifested above his head. A terrifying suction force erupted, drawing in the majestic spirit energy like a whale gulping down water.

"How is it that I feel the Master seems more like a true demon cultivator than I do?" In a corner of the stone hall, Night Owl watched the spectacle of Jun Wushuang's cultivation, his heart trembling in shock. He had initially chosen to submit out of a cowardly fear of death, but after these few encounters, his admiration for Jun Wushuang had grown steadily.

Not only could he cure the poisonous death aura afflicting the Feather Demon King, but he had also successfully secured a spot for the tomb exploration. Once inside, he had navigated the environment with ease, as if he were a fish in water. Neither the underground tunnels nor this subterranean city could impede his progress. On the contrary, through constant adventure, Jun Wushuang's strength only grew stronger.

*Perhaps following him is not such a bad thing after all.*

At this moment, Night Owl’s initial reluctance transformed into a spark of genuine reverence.

Jun Wushuang, unaware of Night Owl's internal shift, devoted himself to the consumption of the stones and crystals, seeking to use this opportunity to breakthrough and become even stronger. Jiang Rulong and Mo Fenglie were both formidable experts at the ninth level of the Marquis Realm, and both were peerless geniuses possessing Sacred Physiques. For Jun Wushuang to snatch the Myriad Poison Demon Pearl from their hands would be no easy feat. Therefore, the best course of action was to enhance his own power.

Seven days later, Jun Wushuang had refined every last spirit stone and blood crystal. A wave of potent demonic pressure rippled from his body, causing Night Owl’s eyelids to twitch wildly, as if a demon king had been birthed into the world to slaughter all of humanity.

"The sixth level of the Celestial Realm!"

Jun Wushuang opened his eyes; his gaze was sharp as lightning, heavy with a demonic aura that made it impossible to look him directly in the face. His cultivation had broken through to the sixth level of the Celestial Realm. Not only had the number of demon liquid drops in his dantian reached nine thousand, but his spiritual power had also increased, allowing him to command the surrounding spirit energy within a radius of six thousand meters at full capacity.

"With my current strength, I am capable of handling martial artists below the sixth level of the Marquis Realm. If I manifest my Asura form, I can even battle those at the ninth level of the Marquis Realm! However, Jiang Rulong and Mo Fenglie are not ordinary ninth-level Marquis experts; a head-on clash with them would still be a struggle."

Jun Wushuang's mind was clear, and he possessed a precise understanding of his own capabilities. It would be difficult, but he had earned the right to compete.

"Look after yourself. I am leaving," Jun Wushuang said, rising to his feet and leaving the stone hall. He was going to seize the Myriad Poison Demon Pearl.

Night Owl watched his retreating back with complex emotions. He had not expected Jun Wushuang to be so bold as to dare contend for the pearl against the Crown Prince and the Demon Prince. This master of his was truly unfathomable.

Outside the stone hall, the battle raged on. The subterranean city held more than just the stone hall; others had discovered their own fortunes and significantly increased their strength. This tomb was a place of both danger and opportunity.

Rumble!

In the distance, the battle erupted with such intense fluctuations that even from tens of thousands of meters away, Jun Wushuang could feel them clearly.

"Innate Ability: Purple Extreme Demon Eyes!"

Jun Wushuang activated his sight and looked toward the center of the city. Jiang Rulong and Mo Fenglie were still locked in combat. Golden light roared like a dragon, and dark winds howled in rage. It was clear that Mo Fenglie was no match for Jiang Rulong. The golden light dominated most of the sky, the sound of dragon roars shaking the heavens, while the dark winds grew weaker, as if about to be extinguished.

Whoosh!

A figure flew rapidly through the air, crashing heavily into the ground directly in front of Jun Wushuang. A massive crater formed, kicking up clouds of dust and filling the air with poison. Jun Wushuang looked down to see that the one sent flying was none other than Mo Fenglie.

"Cough, cough!"

Mo Fenglie coughed up a mouthful of blood. He took out medicinal pills to treat his wounds while struggling to stand, determined to continue the fight.

"Eh? Master Ye Ming!" Mo Fenglie exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with surprise upon seeing Jun Wushuang. He was covered in black, venomous blotches—clearly, he had inhaled a significant amount of the poisonous death aura. This was the primary reason for his defeat.

"Master Ye Ming, you promised my senior brother that you would assist me in obtaining the Myriad Poison Demon Pearl! I've been poisoned—quickly, help me detoxify!" Mo Fenglie rushed toward Jun Wushuang, desperate for a cure to return to the fray.

"Stand still and bring your face closer."

*Since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep...*

Jun Wushuang did not hold back. He delivered a solid, resounding slap to Mo Fenglie's face.

*Smack!*

Mo Fenglie was sent flying instantly. Jun Wushuang shook out his wrist.

*How satisfying!*