185: Chapter 185 For Resources! The Supreme Empress Was Actually Tempted?

"Boom!"

With a dull explosion, the churning, scarlet pool water in the blood pool was instantly sucked dry.

Immediately after, an incomparably tyrannical force surged from the bottom of the pool, shattering the remaining blood filth in the surroundings into dust.

The Little Girl, who had been covered in mud and filth, slowly rose into mid-air amidst a bewitching red light.

Foundation Establishment is the first step for a Cultivator to transcend the mortal and enter the immortal, which is to build a Dao Foundation and expel the Impurities from the Physical Body.

Moreover, what the Empress was building at this moment was the prototype of the legendary, extremely domineering "Heaven-Devouring Demonic Body"!

As the red light dissipated, everyone looked on and couldn't help but gasp.

At this moment, where was even a shred of the dirty, emaciated little beggar appearance from before?

Her originally withered skin was now as if it had been soaked in mutton-fat jade liquid—crystal clear and delicate enough to be broken by a breeze.

Although she was still petite due to her young age, this newly formed demonic body exuded a cold, seductive charm that was almost bewitching.

Especially that pair of deep eyes; after the demonic body's Foundation Establishment, a hint of Soul-stirring dark golden luster flowed deep within her pupils.

Coupled with that exquisitely carved, ice-cold oval face, a high-and-mighty Extreme Dao pressure, far above all living beings, was naturally formed.

At only twelve or thirteen years old, she was already revealing a peerless brilliance!

One could imagine that once she fully matured, she would surely be a peerless Demonic Lady capable of toppling nations.

"This... this hell, is this the little beggar from just now?!" Several Shadow Pavilion assassins looked at each other in dismay; if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it even if they were beaten to death.

The Empress landed slowly, feeling the long-lost sense of power within her body, but she didn't feel much joy in her heart.

"Still too weak."

She sighed inwardly.

The essence blood of that entire Blood Spirit Sect just now, if it were an ordinary Cultivator, would have been enough to pile up several Golden Core Stage experts.

But for her "Heaven-Devouring Demonic Body", it was only enough to barely complete the preliminary construction of the Foundation Establishment.

Once the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Body takes shape, it is like a bottomless black hole.

In the short term, if she wanted to make another Breakthrough, or even just maintain the daily consumption of this demonic body, without the support of massive amounts of cultivation resources, it would be nothing more than a castle in the air, and she might even suffer a backlash from the Devilish Qi.

"Not bad! This counts as passing! Take this, and come back to the Shadow Pavilion with me!"

Dark Seven recovered from his shock, joy erupting in his eyes.

He didn't hesitate, directly untied a Storage Pouch from his waist, and threw it to the Empress.

The Empress reached out and took it very naturally. She swept her Divine Sense inside, and her originally ice-cold brows immediately furrowed tightly, even with a hint of disgust.

"Just this little bit of resources?"

In the Storage Pouch, there were only a few hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones and a few bottles of inferior Spirit Pills.

In her previous life, if she had used these things to feed her Immortal Beast mount, the Immortal Beast would have spat at them in disdain.

Dark Seven chuckled, not minding the Little Girl's arrogance, and pointed to one of his subordinates at the Foundation Establishment Stage: "Thirty, tell her about the rules of our Shadow Pavilion!"

Then, Dark Seven waved his large hand, summoned a huge Flying Sword, and the assassins leaped onto the back of the sword one after another.

The Empress stood in place and hesitated for a moment.

"I am currently all alone, and I am extremely lacking in resources. As long as I use them to understand the composition of this world, I can rapidly improve. Once my strength is restored, I can just take over this Shadow Pavilion."

Having made up her mind, the Empress tapped her toes lightly and nimbly leaped onto the Flying Sword.

The Flying Sword broke through the air, moving at extreme speed.

"Hey, Little Girl, do you have a name? My codename is Iron Thirty." That Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator leaned over, smiling and striking up a conversation.

The Empress stood at the edge of the Flying Sword, her clothes fluttering, not even glancing at him, just letting out a cold snort and remaining silent.

What a joke, was the real name of the Extreme Dao Empress something that ants in this Lower Realm deserved to know?

Iron Thirty was quite thick-skinned and didn't care about the Empress's coldness.

"If you don't want to say it, that's fine. But looking at how helpless you are, I know you must come from a poor family. Let me tell you, for low-level Cultivators like us without a background, the Shadow Pavilion is the best place to belong!"

"As long as you are willing to work hard, there are endless missions and countless resource rewards in the Shadow Pavilion!"

When the Empress heard him praising the Shadow Pavilion, she had originally sneered in her heart, even finding it laughable.

But when she heard the words "countless resource rewards", her calm eyes jumped imperceptibly.

As a veteran assassin, Iron Thirty naturally captured the point that interested the Empress, so he explained even more energetically:

"The rules of our Shadow Pavilion are very simple. The lowest-level assassins are at the Foundation Establishment Stage; most of those at the Qi Refinement Stage can only do some peripheral intelligence gathering work."

"However, regardless of Rank, as long as you can complete the mission, the rewards of our Shadow Pavilion are never stingy!"

"Take this time for example, the Blood Spirit Sect harmed innocent people within a hundred miles. Although our Shadow Pavilion isn't some kind-hearted group, and even the Pavilion Master often says that we can sell our Souls for Spirit Stones."

"But the Pavilion Master extremely hates this kind of inhumane, lowly demonic Sect that even kills children. So for this mission, the higher-ups will basically reward us, the people who did the work, with almost the full amount of the seized commissions and supplies!"

"Not only that! If you work hard enough and the number of missions you accept that month is high enough to squeeze into the top ten of the Shadow Pavilion's monthly merit leaderboard, then there are additional huge rewards from the Shadow Pavilion! It is said that there are even magical Medicinal Pills that can unconditionally improve one's cultivation!"

"If you were in those hypocritical Righteous Path Sects outside, the Elders wouldn't even leave you ten percent of the profits—it would be considered a blessing from your ancestors if you got anything at all!"

Iron Thirty spoke with spit flying, his eyes full of fanaticism and worship for the Shadow Pavilion's system.

Hearing this, the Empress's expression couldn't help but be moved.

At this moment, she discovered that although these assassins had low Realms, everyone possessed a tenacity and cohesion that ordinary people found difficult to reach.

This tenacity came from the Shadow Pavilion's set of almost crazy yet extremely fair reward and punishment system.

"If the people of the Star Domain I once ruled had also possessed this tenacity to work hard for resources, then when the Realm demons invaded, how could I have ended up in a situation where I was fighting alone?" The Empress couldn't help but feel a flash of self-mockery and emotion.

"Also, you are lucky to be appreciated by our Captain Dark Seven." Iron Thirty lowered his voice.

"Although Captain Dark Seven usually looks fierce, he is the most protective of his own. As long as you work under him, other copper-medal captains absolutely dare not bully us!"

However, for this display of loyalty, the Empress chose to ignore it directly.

She now had only one extremely pure thought in her mind.

Cultivation resources!

Cultivation resources!

And more damn cultivation resources!!!

Once the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Body is formed, it is a bottomless pit that requires a constant supply of resources.

From now on, until she returns to the Heavenly Immortal Realm, she cannot have the slightest slack!

If she wants to restore her Extreme Dao posture, she must crazily accept missions!

The Empress ignored Iron Thirty, her delicate body sitting cross-legged directly on the Flying Sword.

She unceremoniously took out the bottle of Spirit Pills that Dark Seven had just given her, swallowed them like candy, and began to crazily fill the invisible hole in her body.

Dark Seven, standing in front, had been keeping an eye on the Empress with his peripheral vision.

Seeing that this Little Girl had such a near-perverted obsession and determination for the path of immortal cultivation, Dark Seven couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

"If I hadn't been so hungry back then that I went to steal the Pavilion Master's steamed bun, I probably would have become a pile of dry bones in the Great Chu Imperial Capital long ago..."

"This girl's ruthlessness is like mine, maybe even crazier. I hope you can reach the Pavilion Master's Heaven-Defying standard..."

"If I can offer you to the Pavilion Master, it can be considered a small repayment of the Pavilion Master's kindness to me, Dark Seven."