239: Pass on a message

The Elder glanced at Ye Hao and explained, "This is merely something this old man learned by chance from an old, tattered book I once read in a Secret Realm during my younger years."

He paused and said slowly, "It recorded a type of evil pill that, once consumed, can forcibly transform a Human Race Golden Core into a demon core, causing a human to completely fall into the Yao Race. However, refining such Medicinal Pills is extremely difficult; the slightest error leads to total failure. At that point, not only will they fail to become a complete member of the Yao Race, but their bodies will mutate, resulting in the appearance of Half-human, Half-demon beings."

Half-human, Half-demon beings?!

Ye Hao's heart jolted as he thought to himself: Could it be that those missing villagers from Pingquan Village were abducted by the Chusheng Sect to consume this pill?

That would explain why they turned into such a state!

But why would the Chusheng Sect take such a massive risk?

Once such behavior is exposed, it will surely incite the collective wrath of all Cultivators in the Rain God Continent. Even if they are one of the Three Great Sects, they absolutely cannot bear such consequences. After all, the Cultivators of this land loathe the bloodthirsty Yao Race the most.

If it were the Earth Rank Red Immortal Pavilion in Canglan Continent, perhaps some Cultivators would voice some Heaven-Defying remarks, but the Rain God Continent is definitely not like that.

Ye Hao sighed softly, putting on an air of lamentation: "Truly, the Major Thousand Worlds are full of wonders, and nothing is too bizarre."

"Isn't that the truth!"

The Elder’s face was full of mockery, his tone brimming with disdain. "They refuse to be proper humans and insist on becoming those blood-drinking beasts! After I finished reading that ancient book back then, I immediately used Soul Refining to turn it into ash, leaving not a single trace behind."

"It's just a pity the book didn't record who developed this pill. Otherwise, I would have dug up his ancestral graves and ensured he could never be reborn for all eternity!"

While talking, the two had already climbed the stairs and reached the tenth floor of the Demon Suppressing Tower.

The feeling here could be described with just one word—\"Quiet!\"

The vast floor was so empty that one could hear their own breathing, yet it only imprisoned three Demon Race Cultivators.

After walking for a moment, they saw a man who looked like a green-robed Book Boy in one of the cells. He was gripping the cold bars with both hands, his eyes darting around as he curiously sized up Ye Hao and the other.

Ye Hao’s gaze swept across the prison and happened to meet the Book Boy's eyes.

In the youth's clear eyes, there was no trace of the despondency of imprisonment; instead, they shone with a sharp light of insight into the world, as if they could pierce through all falsehoods.

At the moment their eyes met, Ye Hao felt the other's gaze was almost tangible, unexpectedly seeing through his Realm. Before he could speak, the Book Boy laughed first, his voice as crisp as jade striking stone:

"To reach the Golden Core Ninth Layer at such an age, your talent is truly extraordinary."

"Fourth Level of Martial Dao... not bad, not bad!"

He turned his head to the side outside the cell and asked loudly with a tone that was part playful and part serious, "Old thing, are these two the top talents of your Rain God Continent's younger generation?"

The Elder beside him darkened his expression and said coldly, "This beast was captured fifty years ago during that great war by the former Tower Master. Although his Realm is not top-tier, his innate Divine Ability is quite troublesome; ordinary Cultivators might not be able to subdue him."

The Book Boy didn't mind this; instead, he rubbed the tip of his nose and sighed nonchalantly to himself:

"In the end, I was still one move short and fell into your hands."

He narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled, "'Former' Tower Master? What, has that Tower Master already fallen? Who is in charge of this Demon Suppressing Tower now? Could it be that waste, Yun Che?"

"Presumptuous!"

The Elder was furious. With a wave of his hand, an invisible palm wind whistled out. With a crisp "crack," the Book Boy was instantly sent flying, slamming heavily against the stone wall behind him with a dull thud before slowly sliding down.

"Is the matter of the Tower Master something a wretched beast like you can recklessly discuss?"

The Book Boy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Instead of fear, a light smile appeared on his face. "That old fellow Yun Che actually became the Tower Master? That's hilarious. It seems this Rain God Continent won't survive a few more great wars."

"It seems I might also have the chance to see the scene of the Rain God Continent returning to the hands of our Yao Race."

The Elder glanced at him, then took a celadon jade bottle from his Storage Pouch. With another wave of his hand, the wet blood at the corner of the Book Boy's mouth turned into a thin line of blood, flowing directly into the bottle.

With another wave of his hand, the blood from the corner of the Yao Race member's mouth turned into a stream and flowed into the bottle:

"The blood of a beast like you is actually somewhat useful; it cannot be wasted."

The Book Boy's face finally darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "On the day your grandpa gets out, I will surely capture all of you Human Race Cultivators and build a Ten Thousand Blood Pool for the demons to visit."

After leaving that cell, Ye Hao asked tentatively, "Senior, the former Tower Master is..."

The Elder waved his hand, his expression carrying a hint of longing mixed with a trace of regret. "Xuanxu Tower Master was ambushed by more than ten great demons in the last Yao Race war. Although he fought to the death and eventually killed seven great demons, heavily wounding the main force of the Yao Race, he ultimately damaged the foundation of his Dao."

"Currently, he is still healing in seclusion deep within the Demon Suppressing Tower. He has not fallen, but he has long since stopped concerning himself with the mundane affairs of the tower."

Seeing this, Ye Hao didn't ask further, but from these few words, he could guess that the talent of that Xuanxu Daoist was surely extraordinary!

Li Pingan, who was beside him, chimed in, "Senior, I wonder if you have any knowledge of the Chusheng Sect?"

The Elder was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't know much. I've only heard that the Old Ancestor of that Beast Sect hasn't appeared for many years. There are rumors that something went wrong when he last went into seclusion to charge for the Integration Realm, and he has long since passed away."

"But the specific truth is unknown."

The Integration Realm, the Realm after the Void Refining Realm!

It seemed the strength of the Rain God Continent was indeed far beyond what the Sects of the Flame Continent territory could compare to.

The three walked to the end of the tenth-floor hallway. The Elder stopped and cupped his hands. "Alright, Young Masters. If we go any further, I am not certain I can ensure your safety. Please forgive me."

Ye Hao and the other quickly returned the gesture. "Thank you for leading the way, Senior. We are already immensely grateful."

Although they didn't see the Tower Master, Yun Che Daoist, on this trip to the Demon Suppressing Tower, their gains were not small. At least they had uncovered the secret of the evil pill that could transform humans into the Yao Race and gained some understanding of the Yao Race.

Ye Hao pondered for a moment and said in a heavy voice, "I must trouble the Elder to pass a message to Yun Che Daoist."

"Please speak, Young Master. I will certainly convey it!"

"Just say that the truth the two of us uncovered in Pingquan Village is that those who abducted the villagers at the foot of the mountain were none other than the Disciples of the Chusheng Sect."

Hearing this, the Elder's pupils suddenly constricted, and a look of surprise appeared on his face at the right moment:

"It was actually them!"

He composed himself and said solemnly, "Rest assured, Young Masters. For such a major matter, I will definitely report it to the Tower Master immediately."

Just as he finished speaking, the Elder seemed to remember something. He hesitated for a moment and added, " By the way, Yun Che Daoist left a message before he left. If the two Young Masters could uncover the truth of Pingquan Village, you may return to the Demon Suppressing Tower in seven days to enter the ten thousand demon blood quenching pool to temper your bodies."

Ye Hao was delighted and quickly cupped his hands. "Thank you for the information, Senior. And please thank Yun Che Tower Master on our behalf!"

The Elder nodded with a smile and personally escorted Ye Hao and the other out of the Demon Suppressing Tower. Just as they stepped out of the gate, a thunderous cheer suddenly erupted from the direction of the Arena Stage not far away, with familiar shouts rising one after another.

The Elder laughed and said, "It seems another Cultivator has successfully killed a member of the Yao Race across Realms, drawing everyone's applause. You two displayed great skill on the Arena Stage earlier; those betting Cultivators were quite frightened by you. Now that you're leaving, they can finally breathe a sigh of relief."