195: Even demons have rules.

Demon Abyss border.

The black mist that never dispersed throughout the year churned, as if it were the world's festering sore.

Ye Wushang sat cross-legged on a hill piled with the skeletons of demonic creatures.

He closed his eyes, and the surrounding Devilish Qi flowed into his body like a gentle stream.

Hum.

The disciple token at his waist vibrated slightly.

He opened his eyes, those pitch-black pupils showing not a ripple of emotion.

A wisp of Divine Thought probed inside.

It was a message from Third Senior Brother Wang Duojin.

The message was very long, a list.

On the list, hundreds of names of Sects, Families, and merchant associations were densely recorded.

From the "Three Tripod Pavilion" at the border of the Southern Region, to the Demonic Path Sect "Divine Medicine Valley" entrenched in the deep mountains.

After every name, its location, strength, and... business scope were detailed.

Alchemy using living people.

At the end of the message was Wang Duojin's usual style.

"Sixth Junior Brother, Scavenger Agreement. These are all great supplements, don't waste them."

Ye Wushang retracted his Divine Thought.

He stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his black clothes.

He did not like trouble.

But he liked it even less when someone touched the rules of the Sect.

Especially in this way, which even he found filthy.

He licked his dry lips, a cold sense of hunger flashing in his eyes.

His figure slowly merged into the shadows behind him.

...

Southern Region, Divine Medicine Valley.

This place was named Divine Medicine, yet one could not smell even a hint of medicinal fragrance in the valley.

There was only a sickening, sweet, and bloody stench.

Valley entrance.

Two Profound Immortal realm gate-guarding Disciples were leaning against the stone wall, bored.

"Did you hear? It seems something happened to the Three Tripod Pavilion's caravan in the Black Wind Mountain Range."

"What could happen? Manager Liao is a Mid-stage Profound Immortal, who would dare touch him."

"That's true..."

Before the words fell.

A chilly wind blew past.

Both shivered at the same time.

They saw a pale-faced youth in black clothes appear at the valley entrance, they knew not when.

The youth stood there quietly, like a lifeless statue.

"Who are you!"

One Disciple shouted sharply, his hand already pressed against the hilt of his blade.

"Scram!"

The other Disciple was more direct, his eyes full of contempt.

"This is Divine Medicine Valley! Not a place for a little Devil Head like you!"

Ye Wushang raised his eyes.

He looked at the two, his pitch-black pupils reflecting nothing of their figures.

"I've come."

He said hoarsely.

"To send you on your way."

"Seeking death!"

The Disciple who had drawn his blade roared, wrapped in bloody blade aura, and slashed down!

However.

The blade edge stopped in mid-air.

The Disciple's body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His vitality and his Divine Soul were being frantically devoured by a black shadow rising from beneath his feet!

"Ah..."

He only had time to let out a short scream before turning into a skin-and-bone corpse and collapsing to the ground.

The other Disciple was frightened to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

He turned to run, wanting to crush his distress jade talisman.

But a cold hand, he knew not when, had already rested on his shoulder.

"Don't be in a hurry."

Ye Wushang's voice rang in his ear, like a whisper from the abyss.

"It will be quick."

...

Ye Wushang walked into Divine Medicine Valley.

A piercing alarm sounded throughout the valley.

Countless Disciples of Divine Medicine Valley dressed in blood-colored robes surged from all directions, surrounding him tightly.

"Kill him!"

"Refine him into a Blood Pill!"

The clamor rose and fell.

Ye Wushang ignored them.

He just took his steps, unhurriedly, walking towards the depths of the valley.

He walked very slowly.

But all the Disciples rushing towards him fell silently the moment they came within three zhang of him.

Their lives were instantly drained by shadows slithering like venomous snakes.

No screams.

No resistance.

Only a deathly silence, a withering.

How could this be a battle.

This was clearly a harvest from a higher-level life form.

Soon.

In the depths of the valley, before a huge blood-colored altar.

Only Ye Wushang remained, along with the fat valley master on the altar, whose cultivation had reached the Early Stage Golden Immortal.

The Divine Medicine Valley master was looking in terror at this youth walking over like a demon god.

Beneath his feet lay the dried corpses of thousands of Disciples.

"You... who exactly are you!"

The valley master's voice changed tone due to extreme fear.

"Myriad Dao Divine Sect."

Ye Wushang stated his background.

He looked at the giant cauldron in the center of the altar, which was still churning with thick blood and constantly emitting the cries of infants.

A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Your Alchemy method is too noisy."

"Nonsense!"

The valley master roared, his tone fierce but cowardly.

"My Divine Medicine Valley has no grudge against your Myriad Dao Divine Sect! Why must you use such poisonous hands!"

"This is art! You don't understand!"

He slammed the giant cauldron.

"Blood River Torrent!"

The entire altar exploded!

The endless blood inside the giant cauldron turned into a blood-colored river capable of submerging mountains and rivers, roaring towards Ye Wushang.

Within the river were countless resentful infant spirits, emitting shrill screams.

This was his strongest Divine Ability.

Enough to make a Golden Immortal of the same rank suffer a Divine Soul collapse!

However.

Ye Wushang just watched quietly.

The moment that blood river was about to submerge him.

He slowly opened his mouth.

"Thanks for the treat."

Hum—

Behind him.

An ancient and majestic gate of ten thousand demons, constructed from endless Devilish Qi, slowly opened.

Inside the gate, there were the greedy roars of billions of demon gods.

That massive blood river, along with all the resentful spirits within, like a flood that had found an outlet, were uncontrollably swallowed by that door!

Not even a ripple was splashed.

"No... impossible!"

The valley master's eyeballs were about to pop out.

His lifelong cultivation, which he was so proud of, had become the other party's after-dinner dessert?

"It's your turn."

Ye Wushang's figure appeared before him like a ghost.

The valley master was frightened out of his wits, turning to flee into the Void Realm.

But Ye Wushang's hand had already pressed onto his crown.

That hand was cold, without a trace of temperature.

"Your sins."

"Your cultivation."

"Your Divine Soul."

Ye Wushang's voice was calm, without a ripple.

"I accept them all."

"Ah—"

A scream so shrill it did not sound human echoed through the empty valley.

The fat body of the Golden Immortal valley master, like a punctured balloon, quickly withered.

The fear and resentment in his eyes eventually turned into a deathly gray.

Ye Wushang let go.

A dried corpse fell to the ground.

He closed his eyes, feeling the massive new power surging into his body.

The barrier to the Golden Immortal realm had thinned a bit more.

He took out the disciple token.

He looked again at the list of forces in Wang Duojin's information.

"Next, Blackwood Cliff, Ghost Doctor Sect."

Ye Wushang's figure merged into the shadows again.