82: Your Saint is online

Lu Yuan withdrew his Divine Sense.

The drop of paint black Karma Venom floated before him, containing terrifying Laws powerful enough to reduce a Golden Core Cultivator to nothing.

An ace card should never be the only trump card.

He needed a sustainable production line capable of mass-producing "financial weapons."

His gaze fell on a figure not far away, curled up behind a rock—Yun Yao.

This "non-performing asset" he had just forcibly acquired.

It was time for the first "debt restructuring."

Lu Yuan stood up and walked towards her.

His steps were light, without any spiritual Qi fluctuations.

This silent approach, however, made Yun Yao's body uncontrollably tense, every inch of her skin trembling with fear.

"Get up."

Lu Yuan's voice was devoid of warmth.

Yun Yao bit her lower lip, humiliation burning in her eyes, yet she could only struggle to her feet.

She knew clearly that the moment her "ownership" was forcibly transferred, she lost the right to resist.

Lu Yuan didn't waste any words; he turned around.

He walked towards another part of Burial God Abyss.

Yun Yao could only follow.

The two walked one after another, passing through desolate lands paved with bones.

Finally, Lu Yuan stopped before a wasteland exuding a strong aura of curses.

The land here was an eerie grey-black, devoid of any vegetation.

The air was filled with the stench of decay mixed with resentment, as if even light would be swallowed.

This place was called the "Land of Resentment."

It was said that a Nascent Soul Cultivator once meditated to death here, and his unwilling resentment contaminated the entire area; any life that stepped in would quickly have its vitality drained, becoming part of the curse.

"Use your Hundred Flowers Illustrated Record."

Lu Yuan spoke calmly.

"Nourish it."

Yun Yao's face lost all color, turning deathly pale.

"What?"

She suspected she had misheard.

Use the Hundred Flowers Illustrated Record to nourish a wasteland cursed for a thousand years by a Nascent Soul's resentment?

How was this different from asking her to fill a bottomless pit with her own Origin?

This was asking her to die!

"My Hundred Flowers Illustrated Record is used to find and cultivate spiritual plants of heaven and earth, not..."

"Now it is."

Lu Yuan interrupted her.

"This is your new purpose."

Yun Yao's body trembled violently.

It wasn't from cold, but from the humiliation and despair deep within her Soul.

She was once the high and mighty Saintess of the Hundred Flowers Palace, but now she was reduced to a consumable item used to "purify" a wasteland.

She looked at Lu Yuan's calm, unruffled face and, for the first time, felt a fear more profound than death.

This person didn't see her as a living being at all.

In her eyes, she was merely an "asset" that could be arbitrarily modified and squeezed for value.

Under Lu Yuan's cold gaze, Yun Yao finally closed her eyes, despairingly activating the Hundred Flowers Illustrated Record within her body.

A phantom scroll slowly unfolded behind her; a hundred flowers bloomed, but their light was pitifully dim.

Strands of pale green light dots were forcibly extracted from her body.

That was her Origin life spiritual Qi.

The light dots weakly scattered onto the desolate grey-black earth, like a mud ox entering the sea, swallowed by endless resentment and curses, not even a ripple stirring.

Yun Yao's complexion visibly turned ashen.

Her lips cracked.

Her once bright eyes rapidly lost their luster.

Her life was being rapidly devoured by this land.

Just as she felt she was about to be completely drained, and her consciousness began to blur.

Lu Yuan finally moved.

He flicked his finger.

The drop of essence of life suspended in his Sea of Consciousness pierced through the air and landed in the center of the wasteland.

A drop of emerald green, like a miracle.

"Buzz—"

The entire grey-black land trembled.

Where the drop of essence of life landed, a dazzling green halo erupted.

Endless Origin power of life.

Those hideous, black curses and resentments entrenched deep in the soil, upon contact with this power, were neither purified nor destroyed.

Instead... they were assimilated!

Forcibly twisted and altered in their form of existence!

Yun Yao opened her eyes in shock.

The grey-black earth began to squirm, as if it had gained life.

Ink-black sprouts, one after another, burst forth from the soil at a speed that defied natural Laws.

They grew, coiled, and bloomed.

There were no leaves.

Only exotic flowers, entirely composed of dark energy.

The petals were a deep black, with eerie blue flames burning at the edges, and at the center of the pistil was a crimson dot, like a solidified drop of blood.

grievance spirit flowers!

A legendary wondrous flower that only existed in ancient texts, feeding on the resentment and curses of living beings!

The aura they exuded was cold, evil, yet carried a fatal temptation.

Yun Yao instinctively reached out, wanting to touch one of them.

As her fingertips just touched the black petal, an icy chill pierced through her Divine Soul.

She recoiled her hand as if struck by lightning.

This flower was highly poisonous to her!

She looked at Lu Yuan in horror.

He, however, stood safely among the flowers, even picking one with interest and sniffing it at his nose.

The cold aura emitted by the grievance spirit flowers would automatically bypass him when it came within three feet of his body.

A terrifying thought exploded in Yun Yao's mind.

She understood.

Lu Yuan wasn't purifying this land.

He was "farming" these curses and resentments!

And she was the tool responsible for "accelerating" their growth! The Origin life she expended, combined with the essence of life Lu Yuan invested, jointly created these "fruits" that were harmful only to her, but harmless to Lu Yuan!

She wasn't a gardener.

She was... a human catalyst.

Just then, a roar filled with tyranny and greed came from the distant horizon.

A terrifying Demonic Qi, far more powerful than the previous Gu Master's, belonging to a Late Golden Core Stage Cultivator, was rapidly rushing in this direction!

The birth of the grievance spirit flowers had attracted the true "master" of this area!

Yun Yao's face lost all color.

It was over!

They had created a treasure that would bring about a deadly disaster!

However, Lu Yuan's face showed no trace of panic.

His expression was even unperturbed.

He simply opened the Great Dao Options Exchange screen that only he could see.

Under Yun Yao's horrified and desperate gaze, he tapped his fingertip, precisely operating on the screen.

["Tradeable Asset: Cursed Demon King 'Black Fiend'."]

["Put Option: If the asset dies within one hour after purchase, you will receive its 'Demon Core Origin' as settlement profit."]

Lu Yuan invested a portion of the karma points he had just profited from the "Gu Master" transaction, buying this death contract.

After doing all this, he opened the "Market Maker Platform" and created a brand new, non-physical virtual contract.

["Contract Name: Burial God Abyss Resentment Soil Improvement Phase I Income Warrant."]

["Anchored Asset: The output of grievance spirit flowers for the next year."]

Looking at the two new projects just generated in the Exchange, Lu Yuan's lips curved into a faint arc.

The fishing net had been cast.

Now, he just had to wait for the fish to enter the net.

And that Cursed Demon King rapidly approaching was the first big fish to actively swim into it.

In Yun Yao's completely incomprehensible perception, intertwined with fear and bewilderment, deep within her Hundred Flowers Illustrated Record, the ancient pattern depicting the "World Tree" connecting heaven and earth seemed to glow a little brighter than before.

Then, it quickly faded, as if it had never appeared.